Chapter 80:

After confirming that Zhuyuan's master and servant returned to Zhu's Mansion safely, Xie Zheng put down his book and got up: "Go to Qin's Mansion."
At the end of the hour and the beginning of noon, Xie Zheng arrived at the Qin Mansion in the west of the city, just in time for lunch.
He said hello in advance, and the people of Qin Mansion were naturally not surprised.
He has been here several times in the past two years. If there is something wrong, he will naturally choose to take a day off or let people notify them. If there is nothing wrong, Xie Zheng will just come to accompany the old lady for a casual meal.
Therefore, the men of the Qin family who received the greeting were not affected at all for the duty and business operations that should be on duty today.
After Xie Zheng had a meal with the old lady Qin, he sat in the main room drinking tea and chatting.
Old Mrs. Qin laughed: "My sisters and friends talk to me about you all day long."
Xie Zheng was surprised: "Why?"
"The "Dayan Monthly" you produced really opened our eyes to those of us who have never been far away a few times in our lives. I have never heard of many customs."
It turned out to be for this. Xie Zheng took a sip of tea and continued to listen calmly to the old man's talk.
"There are also those scripts, good guys. They performed more brilliantly than that in the theater. It makes me think about it every day." Mrs. Qin asked him, "Do you have to publish a monthly magazine every month? Are there any more issues? I stopped halfway through this, and I remember it very much."
Xie Zheng explained in a warm voice: "The monthly magazine is basically losing money. If you do more, you will lose more."
"Oh, that's one issue every month. I don't have to lose money for a few words."
Xie Zheng thought for a while: "Some of the scripts that have been serialized can be assembled into a book and published separately... If it is really done, I will ask someone to give you a few copies."
"Eh, okay, okay, then I will be able to listen."
After chatting a few more words, Xie Zheng turned the topic to marriage.
"Grandma, I was not in Beijing last year. Who did you meet?"
Old Madam Qin nodded: "I've listed it all, just waiting for you to come and take a look." He beckoned to let the personal maid to pick it up.
Soon, the small box containing the list of famous posts was carried over.
Mrs. Qin personally took the key to open the box, and gave the directory inside to Xie Zheng: "This is a few people selected by your grandparents. I have also asked about their girls. They are all very good. You can take a look first. "
Xie Zheng took the list, scanned the ten lines, frowned: "Why are the girls in the big room of the wish family still on top?" Last time I was tossing about the princess's flower viewing banquet, and I should have kicked it out.
Mrs. Qin thought for a while: "I heard that there were some minor accidents last time, and I wanted to kick out—" She smiled and looked at her grandson, "No, I turned around and heard that you helped the Zhu family to toss the college. I will save my name."
Xie Zheng:...
He squeezed his eyebrows: "Grandma, I helped the second room."
Mrs. Qin thought he was shy: "Hey, what is the relationship between the two rooms and the big room? I can't write two words of congratulation in a single stroke" She suddenly recovered from Xie Zheng's helpless expression, "You mean, you Isn't it the girl from the big room?"
Xie Zheng nodded and said clearly and clearly: "I am after the girl in the second room. I wish the third girl in the family, I wish you round."
Mrs. Qin was shocked: "You fancy it? Wait, I remember, you have seen her for two years? Wasn't she only eleven or twelve years old at that time? You—you fell in love with her at that time?" Asked carefully.
Xie Zheng helpless: "Grandma, I saw her at Xue Hanlin's house a few days ago."
Mrs. Qin breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It seems that this girl is not bad in appearance."
Xie Zheng recalled Zhu Yuan's apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and couldn't help smiling: "Very good."
Old Mrs. Qin looked at him carefully, then hesitated: "But if I remember correctly, this girl is only fourteen? Or thirteen?"
"Fourteen." Xie Zheng replied and handed back the list. "Those girls are forgotten."
Mrs. Qin frowned, and refused to answer: "That girl is only fourteen. If you like it, you can bring her into the mansion after tomorrow. Your mansion will be completed in two months, and you will live in by then. The people who take care of the back house don’t get it, so how can I do it?
I glanced at the list,
It’s really not good. Let’s take the girl from the big room first, and then take my sister in two years. It’s good to follow the example of Ehuang and Nyuying of."
Xie Zheng shook his head: "Don't worry, don't talk about the elder brother, the second elder brother is only married this year, and I will not get in the way until next year."
Mrs. Qin was anxious: "That little girl will only be fifteen next year. It's too young. How can I help you take care of the housework and bear the burden of the palace mistress?"
Xie Zheng laughed: "Grandma doesn't need to worry, the third girl in the Zhu family can afford it." He pointed to the directory, "Then the Zhu family's big room is unsteady, and the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Enter my palace."
Without waiting for Mrs. Qin to answer, he continued, "I have a well-known candidate on hand. I have to trouble my grandmother to help me get a line. Be sure to match the girl from the Zhu Family's Great House as early as possible."
Anfu handed over a few thin papers in due course.
Mrs. Qin took it over, strange: "This family is not bad too, the daughter of the fifth grade official is considered to be a high-ranking marry when married. I thought you were going to put people..."
"After all, it's the sister of my future wife. I just need to find someone who is similar to the household." As long as you don't let her jump anymore, in case she jumps to the right house, Zhu Yuan will be embarrassed in the future.
Old Madam Qin glanced at him: "Look at you, people haven't passed the door yet... OK, leave it to me."
"Grandma Lao has bothered."
"Don't say those polite remarks, I can help you run errands while my old lady is still good." Mrs. Qin sighed after she finished speaking, "You said why you have a crush on such a little girl, I have to wait a few years. To hug my grandson..."
Xie Zheng gave a light cough.
Mrs. Qin grabbed the list and said, "Really don't look inside? It's also possible to keep a few people in the side room.
Xie Zheng frowned, thinking of Zhu Yuan's description of "Old Bustard", and shook his head: "Forget it."
Mrs. Qin has no regrets: "Hey, you have to wait for a year or two in this room... The girls here really have to be forgotten." She picked all girls from fifteen and sixteen, and one or two years later. Older, which one is willing to wait forever. I'm afraid they will all be married by then. "Pity."
Xie Zheng frowned immediately: "Grandma, you don't need to wait a year or two, and make an appointment as soon as possible." He thought for a while, "It's better to make an appointment in the two months."
"Ah? Two months?" Old lady Qin was startled, "Didn't you do something bad?"
Xie Zheng: "...No."
Mrs. Qin breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her chest: "It's okay..." Then she complained, "Then why are you in a hurry? Two months is not enough for me to check her temper and stewardship--"
"No need to check again, I know her details very well." Xie Zheng interrupted her, "Grandma only needs to pose and call people upright to have tea and talk. It's enough -" Pause, change her words Said, "Call a few times."
Mrs. Qin:...
"Look at you, the monkey in a hurry." Mrs. Qin was angry. What is her status? The proper grandmother of the third son of the emperor. Everyone in the capital knew that she was showing her to the third prince, so she called a little girl over for tea? So many girls who looked at each other in front of them all came to look around at other people's banquets. This guy is good, as soon as he comes up he will cross the clear road. "Are you worried that people will fail?"
"Yeah." Xie Zheng hesitated and said honestly, "She is reluctant to marry me." It is still euphemistic to say that she is reluctant.
Mrs. Qin:...
She was shocked: "What does this girl think? There are still girls in the world who don't want to marry the prince?"
Xie Zheng touched his nose.
Old Madam Qin looked at him in amazement with his rare embarrassment, suddenly a little amused: "Okay, when I look back, I will have to take a good look at that girl, what kind of person it is that made our third highness uneasy!"
Xie Zheng coughed slightly: "I'm tired of my grandmother."
Mrs. Qin waved her hand, and finally asked: "By the way, are you angry with your mother?"
Xie Zheng frowned.

Saying goodbye to Mrs. Qin, Xie Zheng returned to the palace is already Shen Shi.
Seeing the sky was still early, he planned to go to Zhaochun Palace to find Concubine Shu to find out what she was in.
He changed his clothes and cleaned up a bit. He was about to go out. An Rui, who was left in the small yard to deal with chores, hurriedly returned, entered the yard, ignored words, knelt down with a puff, and supported the floor to breathe.
Xie Zheng frowned: "What happened?"
"Three, three girls..."
Xie Zheng felt a little in his heart: "Zhu Yuan? What happened to her?"
An Rui finally got a good breath and said, "I heard that the third or third girl is ill, and the member of the Zhu mansion just asked the doctor to go in."
Xie Zheng said in a deep voice: "What's the matter? What did the doctor say?"
"No..." An Rui shrank her neck. "The doctor hadn't entered the house when the spy came to call." Paused, and whispered, "I heard it was vomiting and diarrhea."
Vomiting and diarrhea... Xie Zheng endured his anger: "I saw her well in the morning, why did she suddenly fall ill?" He stared at An Fu, "I didn't take care of her on the way back?"
An Fu knelt down hurriedly with a grimace: "Minions and slaves are also unknown, so I went back in the carriage..."
Xie Zheng was irritable: "Did someone leak the news and let others start?"
Anfu Anrui was silent.
Xie Zheng shouted angrily: "Don't you hurry up to check?!"
"Yes!" An Rui used his hands and feet to get up and planned to run away.
"Hold on!" Xie Zheng took a deep breath, "First send someone to guard the Zhu Mansion. If there is news, I will report it immediately. I want to know the situation of the three girls as soon as possible."
"……Yes!"
An Rui ran away, and the Anfu atmosphere left in place did not dare to make a sound.
Xie Zheng stood there thinking for a long time, then flung his sleeves back to the study.
Anping glanced at the closed study door and asked An Fu quietly, "Then, are you still going to Zhaochun Palace today?"
"Where are you going?" An Fu gave him a blank look. "Isn't the master soul gone without seeing it?"
An Ping said bitterly, "What should I do? Zhaochun Palace has already said hello..."
An Fu glanced at the closed study room and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's a big deal, the master will copy the book a few times, and I won't be able to fine you and me!"
Anping:...
In the study.
After Xie Zheng entered the room and sat at the desk, he only stayed for a while, then turned his hand and picked up the booklet he had put on the side yesterday, and then flipped down the unfinished part. The more he went through it, the content became boring and boring, which was quite different from what he had experienced yesterday .
Enduring his temper, I turned a few more pages, I couldn't bear it, and I simply threw it away.
I personally got up to spread the paper and rub the ink.
He is upset now, so he should practice his handwriting for a while.
I flipped through the book and started copying.
After copying a few pages, I couldn't help but start thinking.
That girl is unwell... Is it serious? Quack doctors are everywhere, just in case...
No, he should take a reliable imperial doctor to take a look.
Thinking of this, he threw the pen and planned to go out to find an imperial doctor. As soon as he raised his foot, he saw the familiar ink words slowly appearing.
[You bitch...killed me...]