[69 Book Bar - www.] When Feng Wu and Li Ye followed Nan Lingjue to the old patriarch's home with uneasiness, Feng Wu once again said uncertainly, "What if the old man sees me?
What should I do about Meng Ji’s sadness?”
She met the old patriarch last night, an old man with a good reputation on the Jinling coast.
"Don't worry, I have told grandpa everything. He is very happy to know that you and Ye'er exist, and that I am here."
Nan Lingjue held Feng Wu's hand tightly and gave her a reassuring smile.
Li Ye patted his chest and said, "Sister Feng, don't worry. I'm a handsome and talented guy. Your great-grandfather will definitely like me when he sees me. As for you, my great-grandfather will naturally love Wujiwu and won't hate you."
The father and son sang together, which reduced Feng Wu's nervousness. She took a deep breath and the three of them stepped into the yard.
In the lobby, Murzi was sitting on the upper chair, still holding a cane in his hand. Although his eyes were invisible, his ears were still very sensitive.
The sound of footsteps in the yard made Murzi's heart become nervous. He knew that his dream was still alive, and that was good, that was good.
"Grandpa, I brought Xiao Wu and Ye'er."
Li Ye rolled his eyes, let go of Feng Wu's hand and ran towards the old man, shouting sweetly, "Hello, grandpa, I am Ye'er, I will be six years old soon."
The soft voice melted Mulzi's heart like honey. He knelt down and touched Li Ye's facial features with his old hands.
His hands were calloused, and Li Ye felt a little painful when he touched Li Ye's tender skin. However, the little guy still smiled and attached his little hand to the old man's fingers, "Hehe, Grandpa, do you like Ye'er?"
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Murzi burst into tears for a while. He didn't expect that after all these years, he would still be able to hold his great-grandson in his arms. How could he be unhappy? "Yes, why doesn't my great-grandfather like my great grandson?"
Li Ye made a naughty face towards Nan Lingjue and Feng Wu.
"Hello, Grandpa." Feng Wu took a step forward and spoke anxiously. Seeing her parents, Feng Wu was the first girl to get on the sedan chair. In the past, I had read novels in which there were various cases where the heroine was opposed by the hero's family.
Although I have never experienced it myself, the shadow is definitely deep-rooted.
"You are Xiao Wu, right? You have worked hard these years, kid, and you have told me everything about you." Although he couldn't see it, he could feel it.
Coupled with the fact that this child has a soul of Meng'er, Mulzi is even more happy.
As soon as Feng Wu raised her head, she fell into Nan Lingjue's doting eyes. His hand held her tightly from the moment she came in. She is a happy woman.
She is recognized by his family!
The three of them happily had breakfast with the old patriarch. When they left, Li Ye was left to stay with the old man.
Walking on the trail, they were like a pair of lovers who had just started dating, leisurely browsing the scenery and people on the Jinling coast.
"My impetuous heart has been purified by the customs and customs here." She didn't know why Nan Lingjue brought her here, but she didn't regret coming and gained her love, but she couldn't stay here forever, she still had a future.
mission accomplished.
Nan Lingjue suddenly stopped, looked at Feng Wu blankly and said, "Madam, when will you give me a title for your husband?"
Well, Feng Wu was stunned for a moment, and then she held her chin with one hand and started to think seriously. She pretended to imitate a magician and counted her hands, "It's not a good time to get married this month, um... it's not a good time next month..."
Before she could say anything, Nan Lingjue had already carried her away. Feng Wu exclaimed and reflexively put her arms around Nan Lingjue's neck, "It's broad daylight."
Moreover, there were so many people around, and Feng Wu had already noticed the fiery gazes on her body, as well as the whispers in her ears.
The corners of Nan Lingjue's mouth were curved, and his expression was lazy and evil, "Since the wife doesn't give her husband the title, then the husband has no choice but to ask for this title himself."
Being surrounded by so many people, Feng Wu's face flushed with embarrassment, "Rogue!" He actually used this method. He enjoyed the supreme status on the Jinling coast, and now he was holding her while walking on the street in broad daylight. Within a few minutes,
I'm afraid it will spread throughout the entire Jinling Coast.
"Well done, Lord!"
"My lord, your wife is a perfect match for you."
"The Lord is very happy, everyone, hurry up and get ready. Our Lord is finally getting married."
"Your Majesty, are you going to get married? Ah, I still have five wild boars at home. If you are free, please go and help kill them."
"Moreover, my wedding dress has been packaged by Jinyi Store."
"We at Ivory Mountain will take care of the elephant parade."
"Oh, what are you yelling about here? Why don't you hurry up and get ready."
"The Lord is getting married. Our Jinling Coast has not been lively for a long time. Everyone must try their best this time."
Listening to the shouts of the surrounding residents, Feng Wu leaned her head in Nan Lingjue's arms with a happy look on her face, which made many people envious.
The news quickly spread throughout the Jinling coast, and everyone immediately knew that the Lord Xiaoyao Palace was getting married, and the bride was the girl who invited the Lord to dance last night.
The song she sang has become the divine song of Jinling Coast, and it is catchy and catchy.
"You are forcing the marriage."
Dongfang Soul, who had listened to many versions, finally found Feng Wu and heard the original version from her. Regarding Nan Lingjue's behavior, he just wanted to say, "How many red envelopes are you going to give me?"
Isn't it true that marriage is all about dispersing money? Being able to extract money from this greedy evil master is more satisfying to Dongfanghun than having power over the world.
Rongcheng's face was full of dark lines. He knew exactly what Dongfang Hun was thinking, but when you get married, you always receive gifts, right? Who has ever seen someone give gifts when they get married?
Feng Wu said with a fake smile, "Dear, you are going to bleed a lot and give us red envelopes as gifts, okay? I don't want to be greedy, let's pay a sky-high price."
Dongfang Hun looked at the room full of people with a distorted face, Yunfei looked at him sympathetically, Rongcheng looked like he was hopeless, and finally his eyes fell on Nan Lingjue, raising his eyebrows and asking uncertainly
, "Is this really the case?" After all, is he in trouble?
"Hmm." Nan Lingjue nodded with a smile.
Poof, Dongfang Hun vomited a mouthful of blood at the tip of his heart, and beat his heart with trembling hands, "God, tell me this is not true!" It is not true!
Why didn't anyone tell Mao Mao that he could receive gifts when he got married? Dongfang Hun sat up in confusion, plucked his hair coquettishly, smiled evilly, "I want to get married too, hehe..." That way he could be from Jue, Yunfei,
Jiangnan, Mo Han, the unscrupulous man got the gift money in his hands. Thinking about the splendid scene...it must be a frightening little Jinshan waiting to fill his small treasury.
Everyone: "..."
Rongcheng snorted coldly and resumed his usual venomous tone, "With Wanbaotang's financial resources, if you get married, you can set a precedent by giving each of the concierges a red envelope, huh."
"Oh, this is a good suggestion. I agree with it." Wanbaotang's financial resources are as rich as those of the country. It is indeed good to give a little water to one's own family. As the saying goes, the rich water should not flow to outsiders.