Abandoned woman from the farm gate: the first-class wife of the wolf king

Chapter 845 It's Actually a Goose
Tian Mi couldn't figure it out.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, it's better to go back to Qingyang and Muyang's letter first.

So, Tian Mi spread the paper on the table again, raised her wrist to write, and told her recent situation, and also said about her marriage with Luo Jin.

In the end, she roughly explained what she asked Leng Qi to do, and repeatedly told Qing Yang and Mu Yang not to be impulsive.

Impulse is the devil.

To deal with enemies, one must be more open-minded than enemies, especially famous people.

For example, Luo Piaopiao.

She will pretend to be weak to win your second uncle's sympathy.

You don't need to imitate, just wait patiently for a few more days, and Muyang City will be bustling like never before.

Finally, Tian Mi wrote that seeing people is like seeing people.

After the ink on the paper was dry, she folded the letter paper, stuffed it into the envelope, and then covered it with rice paste.

"Dark guard—"

As soon as she finished speaking, a tall man in a black suit with a stern face floated in through the window.

Tian Mi handed over the letter, and the man in strong clothes reached out to take it, turned around, jumped out of the window, and disappeared in the window immediately.

At noon, the news that Luo Piaopiao was getting married in Muyang and Huangshang's younger brother Zhuge Beichen was like a gust of wind blowing into thousands of families.

At the same time, it was also blown into the East Palace.

Xia Zihao, who was dressed in a black satin robe, was sitting in the study with a gloomy face, his eyes were stern, thinking of what she had entrusted to Luo Piaopiao, she didn't want it to be done, so she put herself upside down.

What a fool!

Such a little thing can't be done well, and she is delusional about the position of the crown princess.

Just a fool's dream.

A vase that is not enough for success and more than failure.

There is beauty in nothing, so what use does Ben Gong need her for?

"Come on!"

Xia Zihao snarled, and then the door of the study was pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged man in charge walked in quickly with his head down.

When Xia Zihao was five or six steps away, he stopped.

He bowed down.

He heard Xia Zihao's irritated and hostile voice coming from above his head.

"Butler Zhou, hurry up and tell someone to come to the desk to discuss matters."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man, Steward Zhou, lowered his head, stepped back quickly, and carefully closed the carved huanghuali door.

"Miss, this servant has embroidered a purse, please help me to see it, okay?"

In the main courtyard of the Tian Mansion, Xia Cao rushed into Tian Mi's room with a finished green purse in high spirits, holding the green purse high in her hand, talking cheerfully.

Tian Mi, who was reading a book, heard the words, took a bookmark and put it between the pages of the book, closed the book, raised her head, looked at Xia Cao, who was sweating profusely, and her little face was rosy, and smiled gently, and at the same time stretched out her hand.

Xia Cao suddenly smiled and narrowed her eyes, and excitedly placed the green purse carefully in Tian Mi's palm.

When you look closely, you can see a piece of water green, with an animal embroidered on it, whether it is a duck or a goose, swimming in the water.

Tian Mi frowned, looked left and right, after repeated pondering, she still couldn't guess what was embroidered on it.

So, she smiled like a flower, and praised Xia Cao's purse embroidered well against her conscience.

"Miss really?"

After hearing this, Xia Cao was greatly encouraged.

With little stars in his eyes, he asked excitedly.

Tian Mi nodded vigorously:

"of course it's true."

"Does the miss like the geese embroidered by the slave?"

Xia Cao stared at Tian Mi happily.

Tian Mi chuckled, and the black lines on her forehead fell down in bundles.

It turned out that the embroidery was a goose.

It turned out to be a goose.

Tian Mi raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat that did not exist on her forehead.

(End of this chapter)