“好了，姐姐不乱说，是哪家的姑娘，你只管说。”                                                                                陆宽的耳朵这时红得滴血，他意气风发的嘴里吐出两个字，“南鸢。”                                                                                “什么？！南鸢姨？”程簌英瞪大了眼睛。                                                                                “对，”陆宽抬起头来，“我想聘南鸢为妻！”                                                                                六年前在佟二爷府上匆匆见了佟南鸢一面，陆宽心里头就记住了佟南鸢。                                                                                可那时他哪里有资格说这种话。                                                                                佟家可是江南的大世家，佟南鸢的二叔也在京城做官，官居三品，如此强大的背景，他哪有肖想人家的资格。                                                                                本来陆宽己经觉得两人没可能了，毕竟他虽然努力上进，可佟南鸢的年纪等不了。                                                                                佟南鸢那年就十西，没两年就要议亲，他可做不到两年有实力去提亲。