When Yong'an heard this, his face felt a little awkward: "Red clothes? Let's not talk about where we got the red clothes now. Let's just say that I, a grown man, put on red clothes, what's going on?"
"Bah, how old are you? You have the nerve to call yourself a big man..." Hua Xiaogu complained to Yongan, and then thought of her wedding dress.
It was a red suit, but it was a pity that he had left it at Tian's house. Even if he got it back, he wouldn't be able to wear it for Yong'an.
She smiled, stretched out her hand and pulled Yong'an up: "Come on, let's go to the town and get you a red dress."
Yongan was shocked: "It's already night! Where are you running!"
Hua Xiaogu immediately realized that this was not modern, and it didn’t matter whether it was night or day. On the night of the Great Zhou Dynasty, when night fell, it was dark...
The red dress that Hua Xiaogu had just remembered had changed drastically, but she didn't know it.
The third young master of the Tian family was sleeping peacefully while holding the red cloth tiger. The maids and women in the courtyard who were waiting on him relaxed their minds one by one and gently closed the door.
"Mother Yang, our third young master really stopped crying when he held that little tiger!"
A little maid said this to a nanny-like woman next to her. The person called Mama Yang also breathed a sigh of relief.
With the help of the lantern in the corridor, I could see clearly the face of Mother Yang.
It turned out that this was the woman who had been serving the third young master in Tian Mansion in Xiaoyun Town.
"Yes, thanks to the idea that the eldest young master came up with and had someone make this cloth tiger out of the wedding dress, the third young master was able to live in peace." Mother Yang nodded, and together with the little maid
He spoke softly: "The third young master looks better holding a red cloth tiger than holding a wedding dress."
The little maid nodded, then turned back and looked around quietly, then lowered her voice and asked the person next to her: "But, Mother Yang, you said that the third young master hugs that red wedding dress and calls his mother every day... Could it be that
Is it the owner of the red wedding dress who looks like Aunt Mo?"
When Mother Yang heard this, her eyes suddenly widened, she gasped, and stretched out her hand to slap the little maid's mouth: "You dare to ask anything if you want to die!"
The little maid was slapped, and she immediately calmed down: "Mom, spare me, I don't dare anymore!"
Mother Yang sighed when she saw that the little maid had calmed down. She looked around, and then whispered to the little maid: "How can you tell the third young master's life experience casually! But you must remember, Mo
Auntie is a taboo in the house, that is to say, if you mention it to my ears, if others hear it, they will have to look for you in the well tomorrow!"
The little maid turned pale with fright, covered her mouth with her hand, and then nodded repeatedly.
The old man and the young man quickly changed the topic and walked slowly outside the hospital.
At this moment, the eldest young master in the Tian family has not returned to the mansion yet. He is in the Tian family wine cellar, tasting bit by bit this batch of wine that he is going to send as tribute to the palace for the concubines and ladies to drink on weekdays.
sweet wine.
In the Tianjia wine cellar, everyone, whether it was the oldest master chef or the young apprentice who had just joined, was treating them seriously and kept silent in the mixing hall.
Tian Lanqing stood in the center of the hall, watching Tian Lu holding a clean white handkerchief and carefully wiping a chair in front of him.
Our eldest son loves to be clean to the point of being neurotic, and everyone in the Tian family knows this.
