"If Madam Zhang has something important to do, I can write a letter and send it to Luoyang."

Mrs. Zhang's face suddenly turned cold.

Mother Zhang quickly smoothed things over and introduced the protagonist of this marriage proposal to the Cui family:

"This is the dog Zhang Wei. I brought him here today because I wanted to meet your Qiuzao."

Zhang Wei bowed slightly to Cui Yourong, but his eyes were full of arrogance.

"Zhang Wei has met Mrs. Cui."

Cui Yourong raised his head and took a look. The son of the Zhang family was not ugly at all, but he had a fat head and a shape like a mountain of meat. He was wearing a white Confucian robe and holding a folding fan from Japan.

"Qiuzao is in the palace and will be back soon."

Having said that, Cui Yourong added another sentence, silencing Mrs. Zhang and Mother Zhang in advance.

"You are lonely and weak, and none of the children are obedient. This makes you laugh. Please take a seat."

Then he ushered everyone into the front hall.

Xiaoyue and Aunt Feng had tea.

The old lady took a sip of tea and then gradually calmed down.

"I came here today to talk about the matchmaker recruitment. It is indeed a bit hasty. Although I am angry with Mrs. Cui, this matter still depends on Mrs. Cui's intention."

Cui Yourong had no intention of making the decision on Qiu Zhuo's marriage. Back then, in the Cui Mansion, she was the only one favored by her grandfather, and no one, including the old lady, could make the decision for her.

"I heard that nephew Zhang Xian is good at poetry and prose, and is good at Confucianism and etiquette. When I saw him today, he turned out to be a talented person."

"I have always hoped that Qiu Zhuo can find a good son-in-law, but this child is devoted to Taoism, has a proud heart, and has always rejected matters between men and women. Marriage matters have to be determined by her own wishes."

Mrs. Zhang suddenly turned dark.

"So, your entire Cui family can't even decide on a little girl's marriage?"

Zhang’s mother also followed suit and said:

"Qiu Zhuo's rejection of men and women... Could it be that he was thinking about the scholar in your family? I heard that on the day of the Cold Food Festival, Mr. Chen sacrificed his life to save Qiu Zhuo from the incident of the ancient beasts."

Cui Yourong shook his head, and in order to protect Chen Yanjun, he had to lie:

"Mrs. Zhang misunderstood. It was Qiu Zhuo who saved Mr. Chen that day."

Mother Zhang didn't believe it at all. She looked around and saw no sign of the scholar.

"The Imperial College has not entered school today, where is Mr. Chen?"

Cui Yourong said:

"Mr. Chen has no romantic feelings towards Qiu Zhuo. He was injured while practicing martial arts last night. He is currently recuperating in his room."

Mrs. Zhang frowned slightly and said coldly:

"A pharmacist still practices martial arts?"

Cui Yourong nodded slightly:

“If you don’t heal yourself, how can you heal others?”

Mrs. Zhang became more and more angry the more she listened, her aura became more and more serious, and her voice trembled slightly as she asked:

"Then when will Qiuzao come back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a high-pitched, long-lasting sound of a bluebird flying from the direction of the drug store——
Chapter completed!