He took orders in the imperial study room, and after exiting, he patted Xu Jian's shoulder hard.
"You boy, you are so lucky. When the Holy One proposes marriage, he is referring to Princess Ning'an. No matter how many people have long necks, they won't be able to get it."
"Don't worry, since I took over this matter, I will definitely bring you back the bride in all her glory."
"That's the Empress Dowager's precious baby, so we can't neglect it."
"Oh, tell me, why am I more excited now than my own grandson about getting a wife!"
While talking, An Yibo rubbed his hands.
The combination of extremely fierce facial features and an irresistible smile is very strange and very contagious.
Xu Jian couldn't help but smile and bowed: "Then Uncle Lao has to worry more."
An Yibo nodded repeatedly.
Suddenly, he remembered Liu Jing's remarks in the morning.
Liu Xun fell in love with the princess at first sight...
An Yibo had a toothache.
An Yibo didn't want to comment on whether the words were true or false, and whether they were excuses, but Princess Ning'an was already beautiful, and it was not impossible for the young man to fall in love with her just by looking at her.
In short, it is certain that Liu Jing and his son had evil intentions towards the princess.
Looking back, I still don’t know if there will be some random rumors...
After looking at Xu Jian, An Yibo swallowed his words again.
Forget it, let’s not mention that terrible father and son.
Anyone who dares to point fingers behind his back will be stared back at them one by one or two!
An Yibo is doing things in a hurry.
After asking Xu Jian, he told him his horoscopes and went to Uncle Chengyi's house in person.
Such a movement could not be hidden from the neighbors, and the news gradually spread, even reaching Qianbu Corridor.
"Are the two families getting married?"
"When you see that the Yunyang House and the Liu family are discussing marriage, you think that other families are also discussing marriage, right? Then tell me, who is negotiating with whom?"
"Uncle An Yi's eldest grandson has been engaged for a long time, but the second grandson has not yet been decided, but the second grandson looks like Uncle An Yi. The Queen Mother can't bear to let the princess marry a fierce person, right?"
"Judge people by their appearance! My uncle is fierce in appearance, but he is quite nice. Maybe he is with the eldest daughter of his family?"
"There is a possibility that An Yibo's two granddaughters are not of the same age as the young masters of Chengyi Mansion."
Uncle Chengyi behaves in a low-key manner, and Uncle An Yi is not too talkative. No matter how much guesses are made by all parties, it is impossible for them to guess that Duke Fu will be the one to blame.
After a lot of guessing, I finally decided to call him Zheng, which attracted the attention of the Liu family.
Those two families are getting together.
Master Liu finally looks better.
If there was any fun, it would have to be the Taoist priest who went to Liu's house and recommended himself to Mr. Liu to kick him out. The Taoist priest felt aggrieved all the way and said that he was really good at it.
In the Liu Mansion.
Liu Xun has been trapped on the "sick bed" for some time. His bones are itching all over his body and he is extremely bored.
Liu Jing said solemnly: "You have endured all the hardships ahead, do you want to give up all your efforts? Stay at home honestly and don't show your face outside!"
Liu Xun shrank his neck.
"It will take two or three days at most to report to the Holy One, and the marriage will be decided," Liu Jing advised. "Yunyang Uncle Mansion thought that it would be done early, and it would not be delayed for a long time, and the wedding ceremony would be held before the year.
I read it after the New Year, and I saw that there will be good days in February, which match your horoscopes. When the marriage is done, my heart can be put into my belly."
Liu Xun muttered with a grimace: "It's only the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, doesn't it take more than two months?"
"If you weren't in a hurry, do you think you can get married in two months?" Liu Jing asked back, "You used to be in Anlu Academy, and I couldn't control you. Now you are under my nose, and I won't let you get into trouble again.
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After leaving the study room, the north wind came towards me with a chill.
Liu Jing felt refreshed.
It's not in vain that he has spent so much thought and finally reaped some results.
Uncle Yunyang is not outstanding among the uncles, but after all, there is a hereditary plaque in the family, and the skinny camel is bigger than the horse. He is much more confident than an official family like them.
He, Liu Jing, has worked hard for decades, but once he retires, he will have nothing left. Only by allowing his son and grandson to continue to gain a foothold in Beijing can the Liu family be brought to a higher level.
When Xun'er married Zheng Liu, the Yunyang family must have had objections at first. After a few years and the birth of a child, the Zheng family gradually felt at ease.
Old people love their grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and it will be easier to talk to them if they have younger ones.
Not everyone is as cruel as that old man Xu Mang.
And Xu Mang is so ruthless, isn't it because Xu Jian is by his side and he has grandchildren, so he can stop thinking about Xun'er?
After Xun'er's marriage is settled and Liu Ping is allowed to marry in a few years, the in-law relationship must be stable!
The next day.
After leaving the court, Uncle Yunyang hurried to the imperial study.
Regardless of whether the children of the duke's house are married, they must be reported to the Holy Emperor.
This is a formality, something that has been finalized by the two families. If there are no unexpected circumstances, the Holy Father will not object.
Liu Jing did not go, but slowly walked outside the Jinluan Hall.
"Master Liu," someone called Liu Jingdao after seeing Uncle Yunyang's whereabouts, "Is this settled?"
Liu Jing paused and cupped his hands: "I'll invite you over for a drink then."
The two sentences of dialogue attracted the attention of many people.
Looking at Mr. Liu's expression, his eyes are deep and his interest is not very high. It doesn't look like he is happy about the marriage.
With such a look on their face, should they say "congratulations"?
"Is your son's health getting better?"
"The marriage is settled, and I think your Liu family will not suffer any loss."
"The horoscopes come together so quickly? I guess it's a good match."
After greeting each other, Liu Jing just pretended that he couldn't understand the meaning of other people's words and answered as he wished.
"The fever has gone away, but I keep coughing and my illness is gone like a string. I will probably have to wait until next spring when the weather gets warmer."
"Uncle Yunyang and I both want to get things done as soon as possible. The issue of our children has caused such an uproar. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed!"
"How can a marriage be regarded as a loss or not? It has to be a consensual agreement. Xun'er married a girl from Yunyang's house at a high price, but in his heart..."
Liu Jing was just halfway through speaking when suddenly, a loud "Uh-huh" broke in, interrupting Liu Jing's words and startling everyone.
Looking around, An Yibo was blowing his nose hard with a handkerchief.
Seeing so many people looking at him, he still said in a low voice: "What are you doing? Don't you wipe your nose?"
He responded with a few dry laughs.
Of course I have to wipe my nose, but no one would do it in the Jinluan Palace. Is the imperial demeanor just a matter of talk?
That is to say, for a man like An Yibo who has a rough temperament, when the Holy Spirit is not in the temple, he treats this place as a market street and does not avoid anyone when he blows his nose.
"Uncle, it's cold, so be careful with your health."
An Yibo put away the veil and said to Liu Jing: "Mr. Liu, what are you not thinking about? The marriage has been decided, so don't worry about the things that are simply out of reach. If your upper lip touches your lower lip, others think it is bad luck.
