The British Duke looked at the imperial edict in his hand with mixed emotions.
Looking at the proud boy in front of him, I wanted to punch his face into a screen.
"You are jumping around in the Mu family, marrying nobles from three families at the same time, and you are not afraid of the emperor's jealousy." In contrast, the marriage of Prince Consort Mu Xin was not a splash.
It is extremely low-key.
After hearing what Zhang Fu said, Mu Yan's face fell as he thought of the troubles at home, "The kid doesn't know the arrangements at home."
Fortunately, even though his family was married to King Zhao and the Guo family, the emperor did not forget to give him a piece of imperial edict.
Otherwise, if those two marriages made the emperor jealous and another marriage was pointed out to him, he would fight back to Yunnan!
Zhang Fu snorted, thinking that the boy in front of him was about to become his son-in-law, and couldn't help but remind him: "The capital has no shortage of nobles, and it needs to be low-key and low-key. The princes and princes can even fall off their horses, and their heads fall to the ground.
, let alone a little prince like you."
"Yes, kid, keep it in mind."
Zhang Fu saw his respectful attitude and felt satisfied.
Thinking of the messy situation in his Mu Mansion, he couldn't help but frown, "How about you resign as Crown Prince? With the contribution you have made this time, you will have a long time in the future. I will slowly plan for you. You
It’s not like you can’t be granted a title of Marquis. Logically speaking, you should get a title this time. Otherwise, I’ll let you attack your grandfather and heir’s Marquis of Xiping?”
In this way, his daughter doesn't have to worry about others plotting against her.
Zhang Fu's heart is hanging high and wandering, and he can't live in peace. He, the heir of a eldest son, ran to inherit the title of the second eldest brother, and he can't even think about it. He will not be able to live in peace in the future.
Like the Guo family of Marquis Wuding, the title was still reserved for them, but there was endless fighting in the house over who would inherit it. The father-in-law said that the public was right, and the mother-in-law said that the mother-in-law was right, so the emperor directly stopped the title.
The Duke of Guizhou's government was also a bad debt, and he didn't want his daughter to bear this.
Mu Yan knew that he was worried about his situation, and felt warm in his heart. He said warmly: "From the moment I was put on the throne of Xipinghou, I have become a thorn in others' eyes. I have been put on the fire and I can't get down."
"But please rest assured, Uncle Shi, Rian would rather hurt himself than let anyone hurt Xi'er. Rian loves and respects her more than himself."
Zhang Fu looked at him steadily, and through the sincere eyes of the other party, he seemed to see himself several years ago.
At that time, the father-in-law also wanted to marry Rou'er to a civil servant's family. He had to grind him for a full year before he allowed his father-in-law to marry...
Zhang Fu shook his head and dismissed the memories.
"Remember what you say, if even half of it is untrue, I will kill you."
"Don't worry, Uncle Shi, Yan will do what he says and will protect her, love her and respect her throughout his life."
Weng and his son-in-law agreed, and the two houses of Mu and Zhang began to discuss marriage.
The birth dates of Mu Yan and Huo Xi were divined by Mrs. Cheng in the temple, and they were signed!
"Wealth, glory, blessings, and children will last a hundred years." Good luck!
Cheng was so happy that she felt dizzy when she walked.
She seemed to see a bunch of grandchildren gathered around her knees, calling for grandma and squealing for food and drink. She was so happy that even in her dreams, Mrs. Cheng was grinning and coaxing her grandchildren.
After Najib, the first three of the six rites are to accept the gift and ask for the name, and Najib has been declared completed. As the year is approaching, the next three rites are to accept the levy, so the application period has to be stopped. The last one is to personally welcome you and accept the levy.
No, the betrothal gift has not been brought over, so there is no need to think about welcoming her in person.
No matter how anxious Mrs. Cheng was to marry the British father's daughter back home, she had to stop and work on the Spring Festival first.
Mu Yan was adopted into the eldest family, but he was also the biological son of the Duke of Guizhou. His son was getting married, so it was impossible not to express it. Moreover, this son also requested an order from the emperor to marry the eldest daughter of the British Duke. How could he be disrespectful?
Mu Sheng sent a betrothal gift from Yunnan and many other things for the wedding, and they arrived in the capital before the Spring Festival.
Although Mu Yan didn't expect his biological father to express his gratitude, he was happy to see so many things shipped from Yunnan.
He had money in his hands, and the old marquis left him a lot, and his heir also left him the property of the big house. Mu Yan had a lot of good things in his private treasury.
In the early years, he was somewhat short of money, but he had a mountain of good things that could not be sold in his private treasury.
Ever since he received the imperial edict of marriage, Mu Yan had been hiding in his private treasury. The person he wanted to marry must not wrong her. Every day, Tmall went to the private treasury to ask for the betrothal gift. He was afraid that the British public would see it.
Not on.
The British prince is just like him. Whenever he has time, he also goes to his private treasury to search for treasures.
Mrs. Wu had prepared a dowry for Baguio early, and had collected all the good wood for more than ten years. His daughter had not had a mother to help prepare the dowry for these years, but Zhang Fu did not want to wrong her.
Taking advantage of his connections, he went to the city manager to search for goods, transported more than a dozen cartloads of good wood, and asked people to do some work. He also asked people to buy houses, shops, and properties.
Another cat went to the private treasury to collect treasures to give to Huo Xi as a dowry.
Huo Xi didn't know this, she was just busy preparing for the New Year with Mrs. Hou and Mrs. Wu.
As the Chinese New Year is approaching, everyone in the clan school is on holiday, and Bizhu Biyue and others are free. Huo Xi captures the young men and handles the middle minister together. Although there are many affairs in the old mansion, there is no shortage of people. The person in charge,
A few half-grown girls can do the job.
Soon it was the last day of the ninth year of Yongkang, New Year's Eve.
Mrs. Wang also came out of the family temple, and the family sat together and had a lively reunion dinner.
Madam Tai had stayed in the temple for more than half a year. Now when Huo Xi looked at her again, he found that the sharpness in her body had lost a lot, and was almost invisible. There was a trace of peace and kindness in her body.
She didn't know if she was about to go out. Looking at her now, Huo Xi couldn't understand what she did to her mother and couldn't let go of the past, but looking at her now, she didn't seem to have so much hatred.
She and Nian'er still couldn't get close to each other, and they couldn't talk and laugh around her like other siblings, but now that they could coexist peacefully like this, it could be considered a harmonious family.
Mrs. Tai and Zhang Fu looked at Huo Xi and Huo Nian who were playing around with their brothers and sisters. Looking at Huo Nian, Zhang Mao and Zhang Jie could coexist peacefully, the mother and son looked at each other and smiled with some relief.
What they want, isn’t it for family harmony and prosperity for the family head?
So fine.
On New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers in the capital continued, one after another, and everywhere you smelled was the smoke of fireworks.
Huo Xi fell asleep with a smile. She bid farewell to the ninth year of Yongkang and welcomed the tenth year of Yongkang.
In the tenth year of Yongkang, she is seventeen years old.
In the first year of Yongkang, she and her parents and uncle, holding the infant Nian'er in their arms, cooked two red eggs for her to eat in the small rented courtyard on Qionghua Lane. That scene seemed to still happen yesterday.
, vividly remembered.
"Girl, are you up?" Several girls called outside.
"get up."
Several girls filed in and saluted Huo Xi, who was still sitting on the bed: "Happy birthday, girl! May she have this day every year and this day every year!"