The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Two-and-a-Half-Year-Old Daughter Chapter 487

Chapter 487 Long-haired Junxin: Yuwei Extra Story (17)

But Mr. Song is a little fierce, and Mrs. Song dare not say anything if she has an opinion, so she can only endure it. The servants who were serving at the side didn't even dare to breathe out, and they all lowered their heads, as if they wanted to stuff their heads in their stomachs.

Everyone hoped that Master Song's anger would dissipate soon.

Song Wanwan boldly helped her mother talk about love, "Father, don't talk about your mother. The most important thing now is how to invite the Seventeenth Prince?"

Master Song said: "What you said is not wrong, but you have also seen the current situation. The Seventeenth Prince will never come over."

is also alas!

After recognizing this fact, everyone stopped talking. They all stared blankly at the bowls and chopsticks in front of them, as if they could figure out some tricks after staring at them for a long time.

Master Song sighed deeply when he saw everyone's situation, "It's done, let's eat our own, everyone uses chopsticks."

Master Song has issued the order, and it is meaningless to look at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him. Under the leadership of Master Song, everyone picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

However, delicious and delicious food chewed into the mouth, like chewing wax, tasteless.

Everyone ate something scribbled, and then went back separately.

It was dark, and the night was like ink.

I can't see my fingers.

Mrs. Song's girl carried a red four-cornered lantern, and carefully led Mrs. Song to the courtyard where the two daughters lived.

Song Wanwan and Song Manman just got together, as if they were arguing about something, the two sisters looked blushing and thick-necked, and their faces were not very good.

The arrival of Mrs. Song made them calm down, let go of their opinions first, and then pretended to be peaceful.

The two sisters sat upright on one side of the Eight Immortals table, and they seemed to be no longer arguing, no problem. But no one paid attention to anyone, the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu.

Seeing this situation, Mrs. Song understood everything in her heart, but she didn't say it directly.

She said: "Wanwan, Manman, I thought about it for a while, we can't be so passive, if we want to marry the Seventeenth Prince, we have to be more aggressive and find a way by ourselves."

Song Wanwan said with a headache: "But mother, you have also seen that even though the seventeenth prince lives in our house, eats ours, and lives in ours, he still doesn't save us a bit of face."

Mrs. Song persuaded: "Wan Wan, be careful with your words."

Song Manman said: "That's right, be careful. People can cover daddy with their own privately printed paper, and let daddy write whatever dowry gifts he wants. Such a handwriting shows that he is not an ordinary person. If he wants to, he will buy ten of our houses. There is no problem, let alone staying here for a few days, we have nothing to worry about."

The Song family has been in business for generations. Although the status of the merchants is low, they have money in their hands!

If you have money but nothing to do, naturally you need to repair the house.

Now the house of the Song family was built by Mr. Song himself with the blueprints drawn by him, and then hired various skilled craftsmen to build it. Not to mention whether it looks good or not, it is very time-consuming, labor-intensive and expensive...

Ordinary people dare not even think about it.

But the seventeenth prince obviously doesn't pay attention to such a mansion, so he can make a paper with his own private seal on it, and let others write whatever he wants.

After listening to Song Manman's words, Song Wanwan finally figured it out.

She couldn't distinguish the situation for herself, took herself too seriously, and didn't take others seriously, and suddenly belittled people's behavior slightly embarrassing.

She stepped forward and hugged Mrs. Song's arm, calling out, "Mother."

"Okay, Wanwan, you just know in your heart what to say and what not to say." Mrs. Song said: "Mother came here this time to tell you an idea."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Song looked at the girl who followed.

The girl understood, and hurriedly took the servants in the house to guard outside.

Nuoda's room was instantly surrounded by them, not even a fly would fly in.

"Mother, seeing you are so careful, what good idea do you have?" Song Manman asked uneasily.

Song Wanwan was curious, "Can this idea work?"

Mrs. Song said confidently and with a bit of pride: "My mother was just at the age of marriage, but her family was not very good. She was still a concubine, so she should not be able to get your father's marriage. But in order to marry your father, I have to rely on This is the trick, do you think it will work?"

Song Wanwan was excited, "It will definitely work."

Mrs. Song smiled and acquiesced.

Song Manman didn't feel very good, her eyes rolled and she remained silent.

"Mother, tell me what you can do." Song Wanwan urged anxiously.

"It's very simple." Mrs. Song said: "As long as you can cook the raw rice and let everyone see it. At that time, the seventeenth prince will have to admit it if he doesn't recognize it, and marry him if he doesn't."

In order to marry Master Song, Mrs. Song was pregnant with Song Wanwan before marriage.

Now, she has taught this trick to her daughter.

She thought it was a "good idea" that was sure enough, so after she said this "good idea", a bit of complacency appeared on her brow.

Song Manman saw her mother's reaction, but said nothing.

Song Wanwan understood what it meant to cook raw rice and cooked rice. She was a little embarrassed, and her ears turned red.

After a while, she timidly asked, "Mother...what if...what if it doesn't work?"

"These dignitaries are the most face-saving. When encountering this kind of thing, they will definitely solve it in time, and they won't let the matter get out of hand." Mrs. Song said firmly: "So it won't fail. "

Song Manman hesitated, "Mother, there are accidents in everything. If it doesn't work out, wouldn't my daughter's life be ruined?"

Mrs. Song said: "Trust mother, there will be no accidents."

Song Wanwan echoed, "Yes, no, after all, there is a lesson from my mother!"

"Wanwan said so." Mrs. Song: "Manman, it's up to you whether you want to listen to mother's advice or not. Mother respects your opinion and doesn't force you. It's just that if your sister listens to mother's advice then , and married the Seventeenth Prince as he wished, don't cry."

"Mother, I'm a little scared, you can help my sister!" Song Manman still had a lot of worries, and felt that this was not good, she said: "I'll go back to sleep first."

Song Manman seemed to be running away, and ran away, as if she was afraid that she would be brainwashed to change her mind if she stayed a little longer.

"It's fine if she doesn't listen, Wanwan, let's continue talking." Mrs. Song sighed regretfully, and then continued to discuss with Song Wanwan how to do this matter well.

Soon, they discussed the general idea.

Three days later, there will be a new banquet in the mansion, and relatives and friends will be invited. At that time, Song Wei will attend, and the Seventeenth Prince will also participate.

There are many people, and there are many people watching the excitement, which is the most convenient way to achieve the goal.

So, the mother and daughter prepared to start in three days.

(end of this chapter)

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