My money-loving little lady

"Your brother is going to take the exam today, why don't you get dressed quickly!" Ronghua shouted to Jing Rongyao in the room while getting her coat.

"Oh, no one reminded me. How did I know that we were going to take the exam today?"

"Nonsense, do you need someone to remind you about this kind of thing? It's all my fault for spoiling you. It's natural for a sister to give exams to her brother. You can't remember it and you still blame others!" She kicked angrily.

I looked at Jing Rongyao who was getting dressed.

"Okay, okay, mother, I know I was wrong, don't be angry."

After getting dressed, Jing Rongyao helplessly supported Ronghua and walked to the main hall.

At this moment, everyone had finished dressing and was preparing to go out in the main hall. Just as Jing Yi stood up, he saw Ronghua walking over in a hurry.

"Aren't you in poor health? Why don't you get up and do something?"

"The children are going to take exams, and I have to send them off to add to the joy." She smiled gently at the man in front of her, but her face no longer had the infatuation of the past.

"Okay." After saying that, he turned to the two sons in front of him and said.

"Go and say goodbye to your aunt."

"Yes."

"My sons, thank you mother for coming to take the exam." Both of them looked cold.

"When you get to the examination room, take good care of yourself, keep warm, eat more, and don't make yourself miserable." Ronghua looked at the two concubines in front of him, but his body gradually leaned towards Jing Chengmo.

"Yan'er~" At this time, Aunt Song rushed over from not far away, followed closely by Jing Peiyan and Jing Churuo.

Aunt Song grabbed Jing Chengyan's hand, pulled him aside and gave him instructions. Since all the opera singers had made the stage clear, Ronghua stopped acting and said tentatively to Jing Chengmo in front of him.<

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"Mo'er, remember to take good care of yourself when you get there. These are biscuits made by your mother. If you get hungry, you can eat some."

Jing Chengmo looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and a mixture of emotions welled up in his heart.

This emotion made him lose his mind for a short time, and he even wondered whether he hated the wrong person.

"I know." He tried hard to restrain himself and took the box without saying anything.

"Brother, mother said she is not feeling well today, so she asked me to give this to you." At this time, Jing Churuo's timid voice came over, and she handed over a fur kneepad wrapped in leather, looking at the delicate and tight needlework.

Yes, it was indeed written by Aunt Liu.

Ronghua nodded, glad that he had sent this child to Aunt Liu to raise him. At least Aunt Liu was sincere to him.

"Thank you." Looking at the little sister in front of him, he became a little less serious, and then glanced at Jing Rongyao unintentionally.

At this moment, Jing Rongyao suddenly realized that something was wrong with the way this man looked at her. There was an inexplicable disgust, even hatred.

And here, Aunt Song held his hand and said, "My child, you must take the exam well. When the time comes, the three of us will be able to gain a firm foothold by being named on the gold list."

"Don't worry, mother, sir, I've already said that the essays I wrote are all top-notch, and I will definitely pass the exam." He seemed to have heard this a long time ago, and he couldn't help but feel a little perfunctory.

"Okay, okay."

Seeing that the people on both sides had finished talking, Jing Yi coughed lightly and said, "It's almost time, you two come with me."

With that said, he walked out alone.

Several people followed them to the gate. Perhaps it was because of the exam tomorrow. There were quite a few people taking the exam today. Cars and horses were walking back and forth on the street, which was very lively.

"Okay, don't follow me, go back." Jing Yi waved his hand, motioning for these women to leave, and then got on the carriage.

Watching the carriage gradually go away, a few people slowly returned to the house.

"Mom, I always feel like Brother Cheng Mo doesn't like me." After thinking for a while, she finally said what she was thinking.

"You can't blame him, he is also pitiful." Ronghua sighed, stood up and took out a box.