Zixi smiled faintly, said nothing, and focused on stitching Murong Si.

A guest came to the front hall.

Today, Murong Lin did not go out and hosted people in the main hall. It was the father of Qi Hong, the lord of Luocheng City, and Qi Mingxuan.

Murong Liufeng was also there, standing quietly beside Murong Lin.

"Nephew, I have two things to do here today." Qi Hong sat upright at the top of the left, rubbing the teacup with his fingers constantly, looking a little uncomfortable, "First, what happened last night was a little misunderstanding. I want to call out that Master Qin and ask him about the situation; the second is about Mingxuan and Sier's marriage, I want to talk to my nephew."

Murong Lin sat in the main seat, took a sip of tea, and said in a faint tone: "I have heard about what happened last night. Qi Mingxuan went to visit the brothel and had a dispute with Mr. Qin about the courtesan—"

"Nephew." Qi Hong interrupted him urgently, "There is a bit of a misunderstanding here."

Murong Lin raised his eyes, his eyes dark and deep: "What misunderstanding?"

"I asked Mingxuan last night that there was a reason for him to go to the Red Mansion." Qi Hong said, taking out a note from his sleeve, got up and handed it to Murong Lin, "My dear nephew first."

Murong Lin frowned slightly, reached out to take the note from his hand and looked at it.

When his eyes came into contact with the note, Murong Liufeng's eyes flashed with luster, but he didn't say anything, and stood silently with his eyes hanging down.

"Mingxuan occasionally goes to the Red Mansion to sit in the Red Mansion when he is upset. Qinglian, the flower courtesan of the Red Mansion, is an understanding girl. According to Mingxuan, he always hears Qinglian play the piano and talks to her for a while, and does not do anything that should not be done." Qi Hong returned to his chair and sat down, unable to help sighing, "I received an invitation from Miss Qinglian the night before yesterday and said that there was something important to tell him. Mingxuan went there last night. He was just trying to ask Miss Qinglian what to do with him, but he didn't expect a misunderstanding to happen."

After reading the notes, Murong Lin put them on the tables next to him, and drank a sip of tea in silence, with a deep and unfathomable expression.

Qi Hong looked at his expression, and after a moment, he smiled and said, "My nephew should know, who does not have a confidant in this scholarly scholar in Luocheng? Although these girls are in a place of dust, they are proud and proud in their bones. They like to talk about poetry and lyrics with scholars. At best, Miss Qinglian is Mingxuan's confidant, and their relationship has never surpassed it."

After a pause, Qi Hong's expression became more and more lenient: "Mingxuan and Si'er are not young anymore. As the official's intention...why would you decide a day and get their marriage?"

Murong Lin said lightly: "Liufeng, what do you think?"

Murong Liufeng was silent for a moment and said lightly: "Can the city lord guarantee that after marrying a lady, the young city lord will not have any maids, and will he cut off all the confidantes outside from now on?"

As soon as these words came out, Qi Hong's expression changed slightly.

Of course it is okay to cut off the confidante outside, and of course it is also OK if you don’t have a wife.

Don't take a concubine...

How is this possible?

He is the lord of a city after all, so the issue of offspring is by no means a joke.

Not to mention Murong Si's legs are broken, even if she is a healthy woman, the legitimate son of the official family usually has three wives and four concubines. Moreover, Murong Si is inconvenient to walk and is accompanied by a wheelchair for life. If she cannot give birth to a son for the Qi family in the future, would it be possible that the Qi family will be cut off?
Chapter completed!