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"How can I blame you?" Duke Rong frowned when he heard this, took Wei's hand and said, "If you are really worried, why don't you go to Nanyang in two days?"
Mrs. Zhen is old and tired from traveling.
When I first returned to Nanyang City, I said everything was fine. Why did I suddenly become seriously ill now?
Fu Mingjiao also sounded anxious. It would be extremely difficult for the old man to recover from his illness.
???????? Wei Shi is not worried at all, and is already discussing a trip to Nanyang. Duke Rong Guo doesn¡¯t have any objections, but the current situation in Beijing makes it difficult for him to go with Wei Shi.
He asked brothers Fu Chaohua and Fu Yanjin to accompany Mr. Wei.
"Mom, brothers, be careful on the road." Fu Mingjiao stood in front of the mansion to see each other off.
"Jiao Jiao'er, you must listen to your father and your third brother at home." Mrs. Wei took Fu Mingjiao's hand and said softly, "Mother will write to you when she arrives in Nanyang."
"Yes." Fu Mingjiao nodded obediently.
"Yuncheng, take good care of your sister." Wei turned to Fu Yuncheng and gave another instruction before getting into the carriage and leaving.
With Mrs. Wei leaving, the house suddenly seemed a little empty.
The situation in the capital is tense, the emperor's illness is getting worse day by day, and the affairs of the country have been fully handed over, and he does not even interfere. This seems to be really serious.
Yin Xuanlin's request to marry Fu Mingjiao, the legitimate daughter of Duke Rongguo, was also known throughout the city, and his move to invite matchmakers from all over the capital caused a lot of laughter.
????????????????????????????????????????????How can the dignified daughter of the Rongguo Duke's mansion like a warrior?
Some people say that General Yin is so mighty and brave. There are many noble ladies in the city who have not chosen him. How could he choose a sickly beauty?
No matter how you look at it, the two of them are not suitable for each other, but no one expected that after watching the excitement for a few days, they heard that the Duke of Rongguo had accepted the marriage, and they had already exchanged wedding invitations and set a date for the wedding!
"How is that possible!?" After hearing the news, the one who reacted most violently was Young Master Ji from the General Military Mansion.
"It's true." Qiao Tingyu clapped her chest and assured, "The matchmaker hired by the General's Mansion is the same matchmaker who went to propose marriage for my brother. If he said it himself, how could it be false?"
"How could Miss Fu" Ji Xingchun still looked in disbelief. Since the last time he and Fu Mingjiao watched a show on the same stage, he was secretly happy that she didn't hate and blame him so much.
"Alas -" Qiao Tingyu sighed, looked at Ji Xingchun and said, "I told you earlier, you don't deserve it."
"You just don't listen." Qiao Tingyu shrugged and spread his hands. General Weiyuan was so brave and mighty. He had repeatedly made military exploits and was famous in the capital.
??Looking at you again, apart from being named the young master of the General Military Mansion, what else can you do?
Qiao Tingyu pursed her lips very heavily, reached out and patted Ji Xingchun on the shoulder and said, "Forget it, don't ask for trouble."
Ji Xingchun: ""
I kill you! ! !
His already fragile heart was completely hurt by Qiao Tingyu's words.
"Why are you so sad?" Qiao Tingyu said cheerfully: "Your sister is probably the saddest, right?"
"I have heard that she wanted to have a relationship with General Yin"
"She doesn't deserve it!" Ji Xingchun, who was originally depressed and sad, sat upright as soon as he heard this. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are a stupid woman who still wants to marry General Yin."
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Qiao Tingyu frowned, bared his teeth and stared at Ji Xingchun: "Where are you on the end?"
Ji Xingchun: "None of your business!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com