Chapter 952: Great Master's Rage (7)
Chapter 952 The Rage of the Marshal (7)
A person with great strength has a very high status over there.
Rong Lin was born with supernatural power at first glance, no wonder they put aside Xuan Yin and Rong Qing, and specifically sought out Rong Lin to flatter them.
Ning Yue tugged on Rong Qing's sleeve: "Brother, which one do you like?"
"What?" Rong Qing asked casually.
Ning Yue quietly pointed to the two girls across from her: "I think they are a good match for Rong Lin. They have a bright personality and are not pretentious. Which one do you like as a daughter-in-law?"
Rong Qing didn't speak, and ate a piece of meat calmly, tasted like chewing wax.
Rong Lin was irritated by the two sisters talking to each other, flattering each other and being courteous to the other: "Aren't you allowed to eat? Keep talking, it will affect your appetite!"
"Rong Lin!" Lin Lanzhi scolded in a low voice, "Don't be rude!"
Rong Lin pursed his lips, and turned his eyes to Rong Qing who was on the opposite side for help.
Rong Qing didn't look at him, but lowered his head to eat the beef in the bowl.
I am almost bored to death by these two women, and he is still in the mood to eat!
Rong Lin is on fire!
Soon, the handsome uncle came over with a plate of roasted chicken legs, smiled and glanced at the two sisters, and said, "Don't scare people, people in the Central Plains don't propose like this."
"What is that?" The two sisters said in unison.
The handsome uncle bowed to Lin Lanzhi: "Madam, do you mind if I sit here?"
Lin Lanzhi said gently: "Boss Mo, please sit down."
Uncle Mo sat down next to the two sisters, looked at them, then at Lin Lanzhi, and said, "To be honest, we are businessmen from the Northern Territory."
Northern Region, the former enemy country of Xiliang, was defeated by Xuan Yu and surrendered to Xiliang.
Lan Zhen died under a group of rogue bandits from the Northern Territory. Xuan Yin's expression changed suddenly after hearing the word Bei Territory!
Ning Yue hurriedly pressed his hand.
On the other side, Rong Lin's eyelashes also trembled.
Uncle Mo drank a little higher, his face was rosy, he didn't notice the change of the atmosphere on the table, and said with a smile: "Our home is at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, bordering on the North City, we are mainly engaged in leather business, we take your Daxinchao tea with In exchange for silk, of course, there are some supplies for the winter. They are my little nieces, my sister is Mona, and my younger sister is Moni. Mona, Moni, quickly salute your wife."
The sisters stand up and do a bad curtsy.
Lin Lanzhi was stunned for a moment, then said with a dry smile, "Sit down and talk."
Uncle Mo signaled the two sisters to sit down, and then continued: "We Xueshan people are not so mean-spirited. In the words of you Central Plains people, you are straightforward. If there is something that offends Madam, please also Madam Haihan."
Even Haihan knows that this person's Chinese culture is not half good.
Ning Yue took a sip of kumiss and looked at her mother.
Lin Lanzhi smiled: "Where is where? Meeting is fate, what offends not to offend?"
"Haha, Madam is so magnanimous, so I'll just say it straight!" Uncle Mo said, "In our Northern Territory, we can marry whoever we like and get permission from whomever, but I know that your Daxinchao is very particular about your parents." Therefore, I would like to ask for your opinion."
"What... opinion?" Lin Lanzhi asked puzzled.
Uncle Mo laughed and said: "My two little nieces, I'm afraid they have taken a fancy to your son and want to take your son home!"
"My son?" Lin Lanzhi looked at Rong Qing.
"Little son." Uncle Mo said.
Lin Lanzhi smiled: "That's not my son, it's my grandson."
(end of this chapter)