Be Good Chapter 130: The future mother-in-law scolds tea
"Son, the fact that Yuan Changhuan is going to marry into the Marquis of Fengyang is already full of ups and downs. Now we are just waiting for an opportunity to make the entire honorable circle believe that Yuan Changhuan has to marry if he marries, or he will marry if he doesn't." Gotta marry!"
A boudoir girl who is called daughter-in-law by others, let's see who dares to marry.
At that time, Yuan Changhuan can only marry here!
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of June, and rumors were still raging outside.
However, Yuan Changhuan has made a new summer dress and is trying it on happily.
Adorned in purple soft smoke, it outlines Yuan Changhuan's beautiful arc, and his more open appearance is even more magnificent.
"Hey, our daughter is getting more and more beautiful."
Madam Yuan held Yuan Changhuan's little hand in satisfaction, and asked her to turn around, "Well, everything looks good, tonight, the old lady of Anyuan Bo's Mansion is hosting a banquet, please let's go over and have fun, just wear this body."
Yuan Changhuan's skirt was flying, and finally stopped, her beautiful eyes were watery, she looked at her mother, and asked in puzzlement, "Old Madam Anyuan Bofu?"
"That's right, this is the real and highly respected old lady, the only first-rank lady granted by the late emperor, even the old lady of the Tang family can't compare."
"Why haven't I heard of this old lady before?" Yuan Changhuan thought a lot, because the old lady had never hosted a banquet in her previous life.
"The old lady has always been low-key and quiet, and the younger generation rarely knows about it."
When he reached the gate of Anyuan Bo's Mansion, Yuan Changhuan could still hear his mother's earnest reminder.
Be sure to be dignified.
This appearance can be gorgeous, but etiquette cannot be discarded.
"Mother, my daughter understands, don't worry."
Madam Yuan thought for a while, and continued, "That shrew from the Leng family should come too, stay away from her."
"Yeah."
It's just that they want to stay away, but they can't bear to be posted.
No, before the dinner started, Mrs. Yue hadn't arrived yet.
Hua Sheng began to pick things up.
Directly in front of the wives, thinking of Yuan Changhuan waving, "Changhuan, didn't you see that the future mother-in-law is here, why don't you come over to pour tea and water."
Yuan Changhuan looked at this woman like a fool.
Is this brain bewildered?
Seeing Yuan Changhuan ignoring him, Hua Sheng pinched his waist and said confidently, "Why, my future mother-in-law still can't order you?"
The shrill voice spread throughout the female guest hall.
Invited by the old matriarch this time, most of them are Mrs. Xungui, who are under orders. When they first heard Mrs. Leng's words, they couldn't help talking in a low voice.
Before I heard about the marriage between the Marquis of Fengyang and the Marquis of Rongyuan, but now I saw it with my own eyes, the rumor turned out to be true.
Madam Yuan trembled with anger, "It's nonsense, even if my Yuan family raises a daughter for the rest of my life, I won't marry into your Leng family!"
Yuan Changhuan supported his mother, his magnificent face was cold and cold, "Mrs. Leng, in front of so many ladies, you have to think carefully about what you say."
"To be so unreasonable to the future mother-in-law, how did the Yuan family teach their daughter!"
Hua Sheng shook his round fan and let out a soft chirp, "But since my son has made up his mind, let's get married and train him well."
Talk to yourself.
Madam Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, she stood up in front of everyone, and glared at Hua Sheng, "Madam Leng, don't bully people too much!"
"What happened to the noisy one?"
Just when Mrs. Yuan was about to tear herself apart with Hua Sheng, an old but majestic voice came from outside.
Everyone looked at the door together and said hello together, "Grandma is well."
Yuan Changhuan stared blankly at the handsome man who walked in, supported by a kind but hale and hearty old lady with white hair at the temples.