Tian Lanqing lowered his head slightly and continued listening helplessly.
Tian Lanqing's aunt continued to murmur: "In the whole city of Beijing, the person our Tian family can choose to be the future matron of the house must not be a petty girl. Think carefully about marrying a virtuous wife!"
In fact, what her aunt said was right. Tian Lanqing couldn't delay being a bachelor for the rest of her life. She just thought about marrying a woman with a strong rouge scent in the future, and having to tuck him into the bed and sleep next to him... Tian
Lan Qing felt nauseated and couldn't bear it.
"My nephew knows, my aunt is right," Tian Lanqing replied.
When my aunt heard this, she felt a little better: "Qing'er, my aunt brought a lot of portraits to your mother today, all of them are small portraits of girls from various families in Beijing. My aunt has already passed the test, and all of them are from wealthy families.
Good girl, you and your mother should take a good look at it, and if you think which one is suitable, send someone to tell my sister-in-law, who will make arrangements for you and take a fancy to the girl."
Tian Lanqing really couldn't understand that her aunt was young, but she was keen on being a matchmaker. However, after all, it was her kindness, and he had no qualifications or position to refuse.
Tian Lanqing's originally uncomfortable mood suddenly became a little more irritable.
He chatted with the two happy women for a while, then stood up and bowed: "Mother and aunt will talk first. My son is busy with other things, so he will go back to the study first."
Mrs. Tian was very happy that her son did not refuse her sister-in-law's proposal. She must have been able to get a blind date, so she did not leave him alone and waved him away.
Tian Lanqing exited the room, turned around and walked out of the yard.
Above the corridor, Tian Lanqing strode with a layer of ice on his face. Tian Lu did not have long legs like Tian Lanqing, so he trotted behind his master in small steps, feeling uneasy.
Master, what's going on?
Just now, Tian Lu was waiting outside the door and listened clearly to the conversation in the room. As a slave, the most important thing is to figure out the mood of his master. Tian Lu smacked his lips and thought about it, and he probably knew it in his mind.
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According to Tianlu, this matter is very simple.
The eldest young man in his family doesn't want to get a wife, isn't it because he thinks the girl next to him is dirty and doesn't want her to get close to him?
But didn't he still get close to that little flower bone again and again?
Tianlu nodded secretly and prepared to push his master, who was particularly slow in some aspects, towards the girl.
"Master, the winery should be able to brew new wine in the next two days. Do you want to go to the winery and have a look?"
Tian Lanqing's steps slowed down. He raised his head and glanced at the pink and tender viburnum flowers on a tree outside the corridor. Then he moved his steps and said, "Let's go."
Tianlu nodded and hurried forward to tell him to prepare the carriage.
Outside the corridor, a breeze blew by, and the flower bones swayed gently in the wind, waiting to bloom.
Tian Lanqing's special carriage has been replaced by another one.
That night, Tian Lanqing finally fell asleep, and then Tian Lu carried him back to Tian Mansion in a cleaned carriage.
However, Tian Lu knew Tian Lanqing's temper very well. Early the next morning, without Tian Lanqing's instructions, Tian Lu immediately made arrangements and immediately changed to a carriage specially designed for the young master.
No matter how clean the previous carriage was, Tian Lanqing would most likely not continue to ride on it.
At this moment, Tian Lanqing was sitting in a brand-new carriage, leaning on an equally brand-new cushion, closing her eyes and smelling the faint sandalwood fragrance in the carriage.
