The little maid's eyes lit up after seeing Zhao Ping.

She immediately left Cuizhu and came to Zhao Ping with a blessing: "Have you met Xiaolangjun in Huaqin?"

"You are Huaqin, who is your little lady?" This is a little maid. Zhao Ping nodded and asked without returning the gift.

Huaqin lowered her eyebrows and looked down and was happy again: "Report to the little husband, my little wife is the only little wife of the Yu family."

Although it was not stated clearly, Zhao Ping understood that she was her personal maid Huaqin, whom she had never met before.

Zhao Ping really hated this era, and unmarried couples couldn't meet.

Zhao Ping wanted to see her very much, but his mother and the Yu family were people who value etiquette and law, so his idea had to fail.

"It turned out to be a painting Qin. What's the matter with you?" It turned out that it was sent by his fiancée, so Zhao Ping had to ask.

Huaqin suddenly showed joy on her face, and she was full of confidence in this trip because Zhao Ping actually asked her about her purpose.

Now that the principles and teachings are booming, the requirements for etiquette are becoming increasingly strict.

According to current etiquette and law, unmarried couples cannot meet.

After hesitating for a few times, Wanfu said: "Tell me, my little lady in my family likes to play the piano."

After she finished speaking, her eyes were placed in Cuizhu's hand.

Cuizhu has a wooden box in her hand, which contains the music scores she played in Qizhenlou at that time.

Of course, Zhao Ping couldn't compose music, so he had to go through his mother.

While compiling the music, my mother was shocked.

"Ping'er, where did you get so many skills? How could you know so many songs?" My mother asked questioning while compiling the music.

Since Zhao Ping came back from Chunyang Cave, she felt completely alone.

Not only did he know how to make instruments, write poems and essays, but he even trained troops, he also turned Zhaojiazhuang from a village that was about to collapse, and turned it into a world's number one village that could rival the country and dared to compete with the Hu people.

Zhao Ping looked at his mother's gaze and replied with a guilty gaze: "Mom, Ping'er is a disciple of a god, of course she is different."

When he heard Zhao Ping revealing Lu Chunyang again, his mother believed it.

After all, Lu Chunyang's verse was hung in Chunyang Cave for more than five hundred years, and only Zhao Ping could answer it.

My mother came to the statue of Lu Chunyang again, burned incense respectfully, and muttered something in her mouth.

Although my mother didn't speak clearly, Zhao Ping certainly knew the general idea, and it was nothing more than asking for the blessing of Chunyang Zhenren.

After my mother finished burning incense, she looked at Zhao Ping with her intentions self-evident.

Looking at his mother's gaze, Zhao Ping also came to Lu Chunyang, burned incense respectfully, and even knelt three times and nine times to pay a big gift.

After watching Zhao Pingxingli, my mother showed her kind face and carefully composed the music.

"I like playing?" Zhao Ping looked at Huaqin's gaze and suddenly realized.

It doesn’t matter whether your fiancée plays the piano or not, what matters is Zhao Ping’s attitude.

Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu looked at the painting Qin with a sad look on his face.

They, the future wife, have too long stretched their hands and feet.

Before the two sides met, she began to take care of the little saint.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

They also want to see how Zhao Ping handles this matter.

Zhao Ping still felt that he should not surrender to the other party so quickly, especially when the two sides had not met yet.

"Of course it's good to play. Isn't there "Spring River Moon Night"?" Zhao Ping's face was filled with a bright smile, but he didn't write down his own music.

After all, the painting piano is too young, so I didn’t expect that Zhao Ping would not play according to his own ideas.

She was stunned for a moment, didn't know what to do, her face was confused, and even her eyes turned red.

At this time, a gentle voice came over: "Ping'er, copy a copy of the music and give it to the painting piano."

I said this without someone else, but my mother.

Seeing Zhao Ping bullying a little maid, she hurriedly spoke.

No matter what, this unmarried woman was chosen by herself, so of course her mother had to help her.

"Thank you, Miss Mother." Huaqin wiped her tears and glared at Zhao Ping hatefully.

When Zhao Ping heard that it was his mother's voice, he was no longer satisfied and had to execute it. He went back to copy a piece of music and gave it to the painting piano.

Unexpectedly, the little maid took over the music score from Zhao Ping.

While looking at the jade flute around Zhao Ping's waist, he made a "hum" sound from his mouth.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but feel extremely distressed. What about the knowledgeable and reasonable mother who promised her to be?

I know I'm jealous before I pass the door, and I don't know how to repair myself when I pass the door.

Liu Xianhong and twenty guards pretended not to know, but couldn't help laughing secretly.

Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu looked at each other and gloated at Zhao Ping.

It seemed that seeing Zhao Ping becoming more and more painful, the two of them felt better.

After a stick of incense, Zhao Ping came to Qizhen Tower in Kuanxiang again.

The store owner's attitude towards Zhao Ping suddenly changed a radical change.

A chrysanthemum appeared on his face and went out to greet him in person.

Not only that, he also introduced himself, named Yan, Xin, and Shouyu, and personally sent Zhao Ping to the gate on the second floor.

Cuizhu and Liu Xianhong and other personal guards wanted to go up and see the scenery, but they were still stopped by the guards and had to wait on the first floor.

The little maid was still there when she opened the door. Seeing that Zhao Ping was still hanging on his waist, she went in with a happy expression on her face to notify him.

Zhao Ping was familiar with the way in, and the situation inside was still similar to last time.

Zhao Ping solemnly saluted the old man according to his mother's instructions.

The gift list is extremely rich, and Zhao Ping brought a total of ten lists of products in Zhaojiazhuang including crystal cups, Zhao's rice paper, sweaters, clam fairy oil, etc.

Zhao Ping then handed over the music score and sincerely invited the old man to visit Zhaojiazhuang in Jintang County when he was free.

The old man did not answer, but looked at the list and suddenly asked, "Boy, where is your adult?"

Adults mean parents.

Zhao Ping was stunned, not expecting that the other party would ask about this.

"When the boy was born, he knew nothing about Jia Yan, but was raised by Jia Ci." After all, the other party was much older than him, so Zhao Ping still answered respectfully, without any displeasure.

"So your father is not here, and your mother is in charge of the family?" He looked at Zhao Ping in a blind eye.

Here comes, it is indeed here.

Obviously, the other party was unhappy that his mother had not come, and Yu Jie guessed everything right.

The other party really bets on himself, otherwise why should he ask about the adults?

Zhao Ping thought about it and organized a language. He answered: "Home is a kind person. Weng Weng has something to do, so please move to Zhaojiazhuang, Jintang County."

"Of course I have to leave in Zhaojiazhuang, Xixian County, but it's not today. This matter is related to the little girl, and your mother must come." After saying that, he looked at the sitting young lady lovingly before turning his eyes to Zhao Ping.

It seems that it is really related to the little lady, and she also wants her mother to come. It is indeed a marriage matter.

It turned out that they thought they were grandparents and grandchildren, but they did not expect that they were father and daughter.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but admire the old man. His hair was mostly white and he expected that he was in his sixties.

If this is his daughter, wouldn't it be born in his fifties?

There was only father and daughter in front of me, and I didn’t see anyone else. Could it be that I was no longer there?

But this is the other party's affairs, and since he doesn't say it, he doesn't want to ask.

When they arrived at the Ren family's residence, their mother and Yu Jie and his wife were drinking tea while waiting for the good news.

Now Yu Jie's son Xi's wife has set off on Lin'an Road, and at this time, only Yu Jie and his wife are there in the Chengdu residence.

Yu Jie and his wife didn't say anything, looked at each other and saw how their mother dealt with the matter.

When my mother heard Zhao Ping's words, she couldn't help but frowned: "The other party said so. Do you have to go for your mother?"

Zhao Ping nodded, and looked at his mother while saying yes.

Obviously, the other party is very greedy and must meet Zhao Ping's master.

My mother was thinking while drinking tea.

She couldn't make up her mind whether to go or not.

If he didn't go, the other party would not seem to have taken out Qin Hui's letter of loyalty.

But if I go, my mother feels a little embarrassed.

She was actually a little dissatisfied with the other party setting up a trap, so she did not plan to visit her.
To be continued...