Muchuan looked at Mingzhu and Sophia, and suddenly wanted to ask them clearly, what should he do next?
But when he looked up and saw the butler who was obviously standing aside, but actually leaning over with his upper body and his ears erect, Muchuan didn't want to ask.
Forget it, you can handle your own affairs on your own, no matter how many questions you ask, it's useless.
"Oh, forget it, let's eat first."
Muchuan sighed. After dinner, he must go find Xin'er.
Mingzhu and Sophia looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.
It seems that Brother Mu will never say anything and will only ask Xin'er.
After Muchuan finished his meal, the butler followed him with a smile on his face. Muchuan deliberately ignored him because he knew exactly what the butler was going to say.
When the housekeeper saw Muchuan's expression of indifference, he had no choice but to come closer with a smile on his face.
"Sir, I have prepared the gifts. When will you go to the Silk Manor?"
Muchuan really didn't expect that the butler could handle this matter even though he had been following him?
"what gift?
I’ll take a look first and then talk.”
Muchuan didn't think the housekeeper's idea was a good one. It was so good. Why would he give a gift?
Although he said the wrong thing, Xin'er didn't leave because he was angry. Besides, even if Xin'er was angry, there was no need to send gifts like this. It's out of character.
"Okay, the gift list is here, and the gifts are still over there in the warehouse. The old slave has arranged for someone to pick them up."
The housekeeper doesn't care what Muchuan thinks, he just needs to convince the adults to bring the gifts. As for whether the adults think it's appropriate to give gifts, that's not important. The most important thing is that Miss Xin'er can see the gifts.
Muchuan pursed his lips, took the order, and took a look.
"So much! Is this a gift or an offer?"
Muchuan was shocked. He had given so many and heavy gifts to others before he had even written the horoscope. Are you sure he would not be misunderstood?
Are you sure it doesn't seem rude?
"What?
Do you want to hire someone directly?
That’s great, then this little gift is definitely not enough, I have to add some more, let me think about it.”
The butler was overwhelmed by this sudden surprise. His mind was working rapidly, and the gifts in the warehouse were rotating in his mind one by one. He must put all the best things in the warehouse into the betrothal gift!
"Slowly, steward, please stop first.
I'm just saying that there is no need to pay so much attention to gifts.
It’s out of date and too abrupt.”
It was rare for Muchuan to have the patience to explain to the housekeeper. The main reason was that the housekeeper was too good at making associations. He was afraid that he could not explain clearly because the housekeeper could think of more things.
"Oh, then old slave, let's reduce one more piece. Let's take two pieces.
It won’t look good if you reduce it any further, sir, this is the first time I’ve gone to Fang’s house in a real sense, so I can’t be rude.”
Under the attack of Muchuan's eyes, the housekeeper finally decided to remove two items, but he could not let the adults decide the others.
Muchuan thought about it and felt that what the butler said seemed to make sense, and removing two items was already the butler's bottom line, so he should not challenge the butler again.
"Sir, the gifts are ready."
An attendant came over and bowed to report to Muchuan.
"Okay, butler, take a look and load the car if there's no problem."
Muchuan accepted his fate. His focus now was not on gifts, but on how to talk to Xiner after going to Silk Village.
The butler's gifts filled a whole carriage, and Muchuan couldn't even sit on them.
"Sir, I'm going to hitch another carriage. Please wait a moment."
The housekeeper apologized and told Muchuan that he had ordered the gift. Now there was no place for Muchuan to sit in the car. He was indeed a little embarrassed.
"No need, I'll just ride the horse."
Riding a horse through the streets provides ventilation, just like driving a convertible, allowing your mind to calm down.
"Then old slave, go make arrangements."
The housekeeper was very happy. Master Mu should ride more horses and let Miss Xin'er see Master Mu's grace more. Maybe the wedding date can be brought forward.
Thinking of this, the housekeeper wanted to put a gold edge on the saddle.
After struggling for a while, Muchuan finally got on the horse with the butler's satisfied eyes.
Muchuan was always thinking about how to talk to Xin'er when he went to Silk Village later, and he didn't notice at all how people on both sides of the street looked at him.
The driver looked at Mr. Mu sitting on the tall horse in front of him and was truly amazed.
No wonder when Master Mu was parading in the street, no one looked at the top pick, but all went to see the top pick.
With such grace and appearance, I guess it would have been a pity for His Majesty to choose the number one scholar instead of the third overall pick.
The girls and their wives on the street, as well as on the railing on the second floor, were all girls. They were stunned when they saw Muchuan's sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his extraordinary temperament. Occasionally, Muchuan glanced at him, and even
His face turned red.
Those who were brave would directly throw handkerchiefs and purses at Muchuan, one throw, two throws, and finally all the girls in the street started throwing. Muchuan would catch them at first to make the girl look good.
Later, when they couldn't catch it, they all ran away. The girls changed their targets and threw everything onto the carriage.
When we finally arrived at the Silk Village, we saw girls' products with a light fragrance everywhere beside Muchuan's carriage, the carriage shaft, the carriage, etc.
The coachman put all these things aside in embarrassment and asked one of the attendants to distribute them to the people around him. This must not be seen by Miss Xin'er, so as not to cause misunderstanding.
Muchuan had already dismounted. An attendant had already taken the horse aside and tied it up. Muchuan raised his head and looked at the plaque on the Silk Village. If he could solve the problem perfectly today, he would ask the master to rewrite the plaque on the Silk Village.
The shopkeeper had already seen Muchuan's carriage. Looking at the situation, it was completely different from the scene where he came alone before. He quickly went to notify Fang Cheng and then hurried to the front to greet Muchuan.
"Master Mu, you are here, please come in, please come in!"
The shopkeeper quickly let Muchuan in, with a smile on his face.
"Is Mr. Fang here?"
Muchuan asked.
"Here, I'm relaxing in the backyard."
In fact, Fang Cheng was looking at the account books, but at this time, no matter how busy he was, he had to say he was idle.
"Then, Xin'er."
Muchuan coughed and wanted to ask if Xin'er was there. He looked around and thought, forget it, there are too many gossips, so let's go in first.
The shopkeeper didn't understand why Muchuan stopped saying what he was saying, "Last name?"
Last name?"
Who does Muchuan want to ask?
The shopkeeper didn't understand what this meant, so he glanced back casually, and was so surprised that he almost bumped into Muchuan's back.
This, this, this! This is about to be hired! I didn’t expect that Master Mu would be interested in Fang Xin! No wonder the eldest lady has been living in the Mu Mansion. It is probably Master Mu’s trick, to get the moon first in order to get closer to the water.
It has nothing to do with the two princesses.
Lord Mu is indeed the Minister of Household Affairs, and he is far-sighted than others in finding a wife.
The shopkeeper thought wildly and suddenly felt blessed!
So Master Mu just didn't ask for "last name" at all, but for "Xin'er"!
"Back to my lord, Miss Fang is also in the backyard, haha."
