How to catch the best husband [MTL] ✔

Chapter 103

In the Linghua bronze mirror, there is a beautiful face of hibiscus, Meng Jiao's black hair is draped behind her, and she sits in front of the dressing table with only her underwear on. She couldn't sleep, so she just got up and sat. When the day dawned, the maids and wives would swarm in from outside, decorate her layer by layer, and send her to the sedan chair in the capital.

To show respect, the You family came to two stewards, and I heard that You Er was also here, but Meng Jiao was locked in the room by Mrs. Meng and could not see him. Meng Jiao didn't know how many betrothal gifts the You family had brought, but she just heard from A Luo that the storeroom couldn't hold it, so she set up an extra yard to store things.

This should be a good sign, at least in the past, most of the girls from aristocratic families who secretly ridiculed Meng Jiao for marrying a sick child were dumbfounded. It is rare for a daughter from an aristocratic family in Yunzhou to get married. Even if the man himself is not satisfactory, such a generous betrothal gift is enough to make people jealous.

Meng You stood up and looked around his spacious and gorgeous bedroom. She grew up here for more than ten years, and she knew that one day she would leave and go to another mansion, but she never thought that the family would be a wanderer.

A home is like another home for her when she was young. The You family does not have a daughter, just a little boy, and Mrs. You regards her as half a daughter. She knew all the old servants of the You Family, knew that there was a dog hole in the southeast corner of You Family's backyard, and even slept on the same couch as You Zi when she was a child.

Now letting her marry You Ziping is equivalent to marrying her own brother, so how could she not feel weird.

But weirdness is weird, both sides are married, and Youjia is undoubtedly the best choice among the marriage partners she can choose. Anyway, You Ziping is so ill that she should not be able to do anything to her. Meng Jiao was married to You Ziping in the public eye, but she can still be brother and sister with You Ziping in private.

Meng Jiao was very satisfied with her idea. That's right, that's it.

"Miss." A Luo pushed the door open and poked her head in. Seeing that Meng Jiao was awake, she turned around and waved, signaling the maids behind to come in.

Meng Jiao sat down obediently, her eyes resting on the easel beside the dressing table. There was a portrait hanging there, which the You Jia sent in yesterday.

The picture in the picture is of You Ziping. The man in the portrait is almost not the same person as the You Ziping in Meng Jiao's impression. Meng Jiao stared at the thin face of the man in the portrait, and finally found some traces of the old days between his eyebrows, she pouted. Doesn't it mean that painters generally beautify characters? Beautified and skinny like this, what the hell is wrong with You Ziping?

When Chen Xi came to Meng Jiao's boudoir, what caught his eye was a newlywed bride dressed up.

"Go down first." Meng Jiao rubbed her neck, which was a little sore from the phoenix crown on her head. The makeup girl was still holding a powder puff in her hand: "Miss..." "I think the makeup is thick enough, what do you think?" Meng Jiao interrupted her, her long eyes narrowed. The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

A Luo walked over and pulled away the makeup girl and the hair comb girl, and smiled apologetically: "The ladies have been busy these hours, come with me to drink some tea in the ear room. We have some good tea leaves that Madam gave a few days ago. Good luck."

The maids and ladies in the room left, and Chen Xi walked forward with a smile and handed her the box: "Here, your makeup." Meng Jiao froze her neck and stretched out her hand to take it: "I hope it's not some boring hairpin. Pearl flower." Chen Xi shrugged and watched Meng Jiao open the box: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed."