"Fine, Nuo Nuo is married, and you are not young. I discussed with your father and helped you find almost others. Have a look."

    After the last incident, the old lady didn''t like Su Qinghao very much. She just thought that after all, her parents saved Su Nuo''s life.

    Now it''s time to find a good family for her.

    The old lady waved her hand, and the asters on one side came over with a pile of books.

    "Look."

    The old lady took the pile of books and put them on the table.

    "Yes!"

    Su Qing is shy on her face, but she doesn''t care.

    Su Nuo married moliushuang. She is the seventh princess.

    The emperor''s descendants are thin. They are mo Chengyang and Mo liushuang. If they want to win Su Nuo, they can only marry Mo Chengyang.

    Therefore, she can''t see any of these princes and sons.

    Even with this in mind, Su Qinghao gently opened the book and looked at it.

    It doesn''t look good. I''m so angry at it.

    They are either noble or concubines of the marquis. Oh, she Su Nuo can match the seventh Lord. She Su Qing is good. She can only match these goods.

    Su Qing couldn''t hold back for a while. With a slap, she covered all the books. Her face was as heavy as water.

    "Qinghao is a little uncomfortable. I''ll go back first. This... I''ll talk later!"

    Su Qing finished, bowed and saluted, and went out.

    "Burn these!"

    The old lady''s hands were whirling with Buddha beads and her expression was indifferent.

    "Didn''t miss Qinghao say she was watching later?"

    Ziyuan didn''t understand and said slowly.

    "She doesn''t like these. Burn them."

    The old lady said, closed her eyes and moved the Buddha beads with her fingers.

    Su Qing is so unkind.

    Even Su Nuo, who was designed to marry the seventh Lord, was frightened.

    Fortunately, Nuo Nuo is a lucky man. He is liked by ink flow cream, otherwise

    Hearing this, Ziyuan went out with the book on the table in his hands.

    The palace.

    As soon as Su Nuo returned to the house, she asked Lvzhu to remove her complicated hair and put on light clothes. At this time, Su Nuo felt that she had survived.

    But I''m still tired and lazy. I don''t want to move anything.

    Su Nuo lay on the bed, his eyes closed and didn''t move.

    Mo liushuang pushed the door in and looked at Su Nuo pouting over there.

    Look, it''s a little cute.

    Muriushuang walked over and pinched her face.

    "Tired?"

    Su Nuo opened his eyes and looked at the ink flow cream. He didn''t have much strength.

    "Well, I''m a little tired, but I''ll have dinner later."

    Su Nuo''s voice is a little soft.

    "Green bamboo just told me that I like chestnut chicken in the evening."

    Su Nuo''s slender eyelashes blinked gently, and there were broken stars in his clear eyes.

    "You sleep first and eat when you wake up."

    Muriushuang sat on the soft collapse, stretched out his hand and turned Su Nuo over.

    "OK."

    Su Nuo yawned, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep. It was obvious that he had already dozed off.

    The soft, white and delicate little face is squeezed, and the meat is chubby and soft The soft hair stuck to her cheek, making her more weak.

    Muriushuang also picked up the book and read it.

    After a while, I heard Su Nuo''s whisper.

    "Don''t eat... My chestnut chicken."

    Mo liushuang lowered his head and looked at Su Nuo''s sleeping face. His long and narrow eyes were also permeated with tenderness.