Zhao Yun'er is not bad. The one next to her is the prince, who is better than Mr. Meng.
"Hey, there is smoke coming out of the old Zhao family's ancestral grave. We can't envy you!"
"No matter how hard we work, no matter how lucky we are, we can't do it as well as our ancestors!"
“What’s coming to Lao Zhao’s family is not just any ordinary happy event, it’s some big happy event.
Let’s not talk about the marriages of the children in the family. I heard that Old Man Zhao’s eldest grandson went directly to the capital to study this year. He will definitely be able to get a merit degree and become a high official! "
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we are from all over the country, where can we produce a high official? The people of the old Zhao family are incredible!"
"Yes! Yes! It's a pity that we didn't expect it, and we can't be envious! We can only ask Feng Shui Master to come over and take a look, and tidy up the ancestral graves in our own family to see if we can have happy events one by one like the old Zhao family. !”
"I wouldn't have thought of it if you didn't tell me. I'll have to ask Mr. Feng Shui to take a look later. Since my father was buried, my family has had bad luck. Let's see if we can improve our luck by tidying up the ancestral graves."
"That's for sure, hurry up, we can't delay this matter!"
"Yeah! Got it, got it! Let's go find out tomorrow where we can find a Feng Shui master."
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In the courtyard of Lao Zhao's house, people who had come to have a wedding banquet sat together, chattering and talking about things that were extremely mysterious.
However, the country people are superstitious and feel that these rumors are very reasonable. Otherwise, they would not be able to think of any reason why the old Zhao family suddenly had a good fortune.
With so many happy events held in a year, it would be hard to find one from all over the country.
In Zhao Xinhui's room, Zhao Xinhui dressed herself up in the mirror.
After putting on rouge, gouache, jewelry, and Zhao Ping'er's wedding dress, Zhao Xinhui was a bit more gorgeous than usual. She looked delicate, beautiful, and charming, like a great beauty.
Not to mention the men watching, the women watching in the room couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
Especially the other people in the house felt very uncomfortable when they found Zhao Xinhui like this.
Especially Li Cuiying and Zhao Jinger.
Originally, Zhao Jing'er and Mr. Zheng had agreed to get married. The conditions they gave Mr. Zheng were considered very good, but compared with Zhao Xinhui, they seemed insignificant.
After all, Mr. Meng’s family is much better than Mr. Zheng’s.
Zhao Jing'er felt that her sister-in-law was older than him, and she couldn't marry someone so old. If she wanted to marry, she would have to marry someone with poor conditions. Who knew Zhao Xinhui's life was so good.
Seeing Zhao Xinhui dressed up in a fancy way, with gold bracelets on her hands, a gold hairpin on her head, and round and big pearls hanging around her neck, the jealousy in her heart became even stronger.
What Mr. Zheng gave her was not such a good thing.
Why should her sister-in-law marry better than her
Li Cuiying stood aside, rolling her eyes, "Isn't it tempting to dress up like a vixen?"
Zhao Jing'er poked Li Cuiying and nagged into Li Cuiying's ear, "Mom, please lower your voice. Don't let me hear it!"
Li Cuiying didn't take it seriously, "If you heard it, then you heard it. There's nothing to be afraid of. What I told is the truth anyway, I'm not talking nonsense!"
Zhao Jinger sighed.