391. Chapter 391 Want to hide the beauty in the golden house 1
Luo Jia looked at his son thoughtfully. What does this mean? He was going to openly hide his charm in the golden house?
The prince quickly noticed his own misunderstanding and said stutteringly: "What the son-in-law means is... just thank her, thank her for saving my life, so he always wanted to repay her and didn't want her to be displaced..."
"Her portrait is still in the temple! There is no airtight wall in the world. If you really do good for her, you should know that she is indeed not suitable to stay here!"
The prince was speechless. This was not a question of whether to take a concubine or not—but a question of religious belief in the north. It was indeed not a father's obstruction. He could not even blame his father. He stumbled and whispered: "If the father is, the father is,"
If you have better arrangements for her, your son will feel relieved."
"Don't worry. I found her. Now that she has completed her mission, I will naturally settle her."
"Thank you, Father."
At the end, Luo Jia walked to the door and said to his son: "Son, you have done a good job these days. You have always been a sensible child. The father is very relieved to you."
What's the good thing? Does it mean that he has alienated Fangfei, never met her again, and never got entangled with her again? The prince was praised, but he didn't know what it felt in his heart, so he had to thank him and send his father away. He thought, the royal life
In fact, it is not as good as ordinary people. Even if you want to marry a woman, you cannot do whatever you want.
Luo Jia turned the warm room, the door was closed, deserted and there was no sign of Fangfei. Just like the wedding banquet that day, he had observed it carefully, but she never showed up and didn't know where she had hid.
All of this finally made her retreat? But how could she settle her down? He actually had no confidence in his heart and could not find any perfect solution.
The world is so great that I can’t tolerate a young woman?
His footsteps stopped in the warm room for a while, coughed, and still had no reaction, so he left.
Passing by the garden of the East Palace, a blue figure flashed out. He saw the figure first, then stopped. Suddenly he remembered the singing of the temple, and the back he witnessed when he first arrived at the temple - the eighteen-year-old in snow-white clothes