Master Jijiu looked deeply at Feng Danyuan. After a long time, he solemnly nodded: "I believe it."
After a pause, he sighed again: "Not being able to accept you as my direct disciple is really the first regret in my life!"
Feng Danyuan said calmly: "Didn't I leave the young prince to you? If you want to regret it, you can take the young prince away when he reaches the age of enlightenment."
Master Jijiu became excited: "Will you give me your two little cubs?"
"Leave it to you to be my direct disciple." What to give you? Feng Danyuan corrected his wording.
"Okay, okay, it's a deal! You are the regent, and you stick to your word!"
The Master Jijiu rubbed his hands together, as if he was so happy.
The young prince who was helping in the new Nanfu suddenly had a cold war. What big thing happened?
Little Xingxing, who was drinking milk from her mother's arms, almost choked. Is there something wrong with her life?
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The turmoil in the court is surging, Feng Danyuan has long-term plans, and Nanming has no time to get involved for the time being.
He was going crazy.
Feng Danyuan asked Wei Huan to give him a house, saying it would be their new house.
He looked at Wei Huan's expectant eyes and responded.
His little princess had been pampered since she was a child and could not bear to leave her family in Prince Yan's palace. Living closer to them would make her feel better.
As a result, when he went to the house, he realized that it was really close, but it was also really big!
In just half a month, it is really a big project to decorate the house properly to welcome the bride and receive guests.
Nanming urgently recalled his men, and Feng Danyuan also kindly sponsored the secret guards. The number of people was enough, but the marriage was complicated, and Nanming had to do everything in detail, and he really wished he had three heads and six arms.
The day before the wedding, the house was made the way he expected.
He was exhausted.
However, looking at the red house, Nanming was full of expectations.
The fifth day of February is a beautiful sunny day.
The newly appointed Zhongshu ordered his assistant to get married. Prince Chen's sister, Princess Changle of Prince Yan's Mansion, got married.
Although this wedding was not as grand as when King Chen got married, it still caused a sensation in the imperial capital. The long street where Prince Yan's mansion was located was so crowded that it was almost filled to the brim. It was King Chen who called in the imperial guards to maintain order so that the bride could get into the sedan chair smoothly.
Princess Yan sent her daughter out, her eyes were very red, and the tears she had been holding back for a long time were about to burst out.
At this time, a servant came to report that the princess had left the sedan chair.
The tears went back.
Yes, isn't Wei Huan's husband's house just at the other end of the street?
It’s just a bowl of hot soup away, why are you crying?
Princess Yan's mood quickly returned to calm.
She's not pretentious.
Feng Danyuan came back with the young prince in hand.
The young prince ran over and pulled his great-grandmother and grandmother: "Let's go to Nanfu for a wedding banquet!"
Princess Yan was stunned: "Isn't this against the rules?" How could the bride's parents go to the groom's house on the wedding day?
Feng Danyuan replied: "Nanming sent wedding invitations to all the neighbors."
Before Princess Yan could react, Mrs. Feng had already laughed and stood up: "Aren't we just neighbors in Nanming? Let's go and drink Mr. Nan's wedding wine!"
