As a brother-con, Xiao Heng feels that only a woman with both talent and beauty, graceful manners, and elegance can be a match for his brother.

Not to mention a lady from an official family, even a brother who is a princess from the royal family is worthy of her.

His future sister-in-law should be the best girl in the world!

But he heard that the woman who was engaged to his brother grew up in the countryside and knew nothing about etiquette, chess, calligraphy, painting, the Four Books and the Five Classics! How could such a vulgar person be worthy of his brother? The more Xiao Heng thought about it, the more he opposed this absurd marriage.

"No, I absolutely cannot let my brother marry a woman like this!"

Xiao Heng pinched his waist with a determined look on his face.

"But sir, the eldest son's marriage was arranged by the master fifteen years ago. Even if you don't agree, there is nothing we can do!"

"The Xiao and Jiang families are old friends, and the eldest son is as close as brothers to the two sons of the Jiang family. He knows the Jiang family inside and out. If he marries the young lady, it will be a perfect match. It's a great match!"

The young servant looked helpless, and he didn't understand why Xiao Heng was so opposed to this marriage. In his opinion, this was the best marriage! A match made in heaven, knowing each other well, how wonderful!

Xiao Heng pursed his lips into a thin slit when he heard this: "What do you know? My brother is well-read and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He has no common topics with this uneducated woman!"

The servant's views are exactly opposite to Xiao Heng's.

He scratched his head and muttered, "Doesn't this just prove that their personalities complement each other? One likes to be quiet and the other likes to be active. They are simply a perfect match made in heaven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Heng's unhappy eyes swept over. The servant quickly covered his mouth and asked tentatively: "What do you want to do, sir?"

Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes: "I can't just watch my brother jump into the fire pit. I heard that my brother is going to have a small gathering with the Jiang brothers and sisters at Zuixianlou today. Let's go too!"

Xiao Heng said this and ran out the door. The servant, who was standing there in a daze, didn't come to his senses until he walked out of the room.

"Sir, Sir, wait for me!"

The servant ran out, and the master and servant came out into the street together.

"No hurry, it's still early, let's go shopping first."

Xiao Heng put one hand behind his back and held a folding fan in the other hand as he walked down the street.

"Big brother, the Lantern Festival is coming, take a look at the masks! There are all kinds of styles, and the patterns are all drawn by my father himself!"

When he walked to the stall selling masks, a little boy of five or six years old stopped Xiao Heng and enthusiastically tried to sell him the masks made by his father.

Xiao Heng's attention was attracted by the chubby little boy. He curled his lips, stopped in front of the stall, and reached out to rub the little boy's head.

"Okay, your father's cooking skills are really good."

Hearing Xiao Heng praising his father, the little boy grinned and said proudly: "Hey, of course, Daddy's cooking skills are the best!"

While the two were talking, Xiao Heng took a mask from the mask stall, put it on his face and compared it.

"The Lantern Festival is coming in three days. Kyoto will definitely be very lively. Do you have any plans for that day, young master?"

The servant came to Xiao Heng and looked at the masks on the mask stall with a smile.

"It's the same old routine every year. What else can there be..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a commotion coming from the front and Xiao Heng subconsciously turned his head to look over there.

I was stunned when I saw it.

Hehehe, guess who he saw, the eldest brother is called Xiao Yan, and the male protagonist is called Xiao Heng. It's easy to confuse them, so don't get them wrong, darlings. If I write a cross-splitting story, you are welcome to find errors!