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    Fu Yiqin smelled the smell of wine and rouge on his body. She took a few breaths and straightened her hair, feeling resentment welling up in her heart.

    At first, she held her breath and insisted on marrying Ding Zhiping, not because she thought he was promising. Unlike other dandies, she thought that one day she would be able to marry her husband and get a royal title.

    But now it seems that I was really blinded by lard!

    Ding Zhiping has been living in Jiangzhou all these years and has not made any progress in his official career. Now let alone being granted a title, it is difficult for him to even advance to the official rank!

    "Where have you been?"

    She had a bad look in her eyes. When Ding Zhiping saw something bad, he quickly said: "My brothers and sisters failed to find a good job for me that day. Recently, I was fortunate enough to get advice from my father-in-law and got to know Mr. Huang Zhongyi from the Ministry of Civil Affairs. We went to Zuixiang with him."  Lou was drinking."

    The Mr. Huang that Ding Zhiping was talking about was a doctor of the fifth rank in the Ministry of Officials of Shangshu Province. Huang Zhongyi's grandfather was originally named Huang Si. He was later given the name Huang Hu by the late emperor. After the founding of the country, he was granted the title of county uncle and had the title of seven-year-old man.  Hundreds of households.

    The descendants of the Huang family are also quite successful. Huang Zhongyi's second uncle served as Yin of Henan, the eastern capital, and the descendants of the Huang family also held official positions in various places.

    ¡° Fu Yiqin¡¯s face improved a lot when she heard that her husband was going out drinking with Mr. Huang.

    ¡°Just hearing him mention Mr. Xie¡¯s inability to help, I couldn¡¯t help but curse twice.

    Seeing that she didn¡¯t look like the slender-browed headstand just now, but that she had a grudge against Ms. Xie, Ding Zhiping breathed a sigh of relief and glared at the maid: ¡°Why don¡¯t you go get the tea quickly.¡±

    "What on earth happened to make you lose such a temper?"

    Ding Zhiping smoothed Fu Yiqin's chest and couldn't help but said: "Careful, I'm so anxious."

    "Who else could it be? Not that little bitch Fu Minghua!" Fu Yiqin sneered and told everything about today's events. Naturally, Ding Zhiping knew his wife's plan.

    From the bottom of his heart, he felt that what Fu Minghua said was not unreasonable.

    Since the day she married into the Ding family, Fu Yiqin has never served her parents-in-law and has never been angry with her sister-in-law.

    He was a little worried that if his wife returned to her parents' home, she would offend the Fu family and drive them out.

    " If it can be done as Fu Yiqin said, Ding Mengfei can marry Fu Minghua, then it will be a great thing. But if it fails, it will ruin the relationship between Fu and Ding, and the loss will outweigh the gain.

    But even though he thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say it with his mouth.  Fu Yiqin has accumulated a lot of prestige over the years, and he is used to being cowardly in everything, so he doesn't dare to mention it again.

    "Huh." Fu Yiqin sneered and stretched out her hand to straighten her clothes: "We'll see, it will be a long time. When she falls into my hands, I will teach her the rules!"

    Fu Minghua felt her ears feel hot, thinking that it was Fu Yiqin who was cursing her.

    She touched her red ears, and Biluo couldn't help but said, "Do you want me to inform Nanny Fu about today's matter?"

    Today, Fu Yiqin embarrassed Fu Minghua in public, and several girls saw it.

    Aunt Fu is Xie¡¯s personal nanny. She and Aunt An are both external and domestic, and are deeply trusted by Xie.

    Biluo means to complain to Mr. Xie.

    "It's just that if the complaint is useful, it will be useless, and it will be in vain."

    Fu Minghua shook his head: "No, I'm afraid my mother is worried."

    Biyun, who was packing her clothes at the side, was stunned when he heard this.

    Bi Lan peeled the oranges for her. She took a silver pick and put the freshly peeled oranges into her mouth, her eyes narrowed with soreness.

    Mrs. Xie fell ill when she came back from the palace. According to Fu Minghua, the illness was probably a heart disease and not very curable.

    She smiled coldly, put another piece of orange into her mouth, and stopped talking.

    The Qi family came again two days later, and this time it was brought up by the number one scholar in the seventh year of Jianyuan.

    "In the seventh year of Jianyuan, Mr. Du Langjun was really unparalleled in literary talent and fashion. At the age of thirty-two, he was selected by the emperor as the number one scholar." Qi made a look of recalling, "Du Zhuangyuan"  Being sent to Lingnan by the imperial court, I was lucky enough to meet Du Zhuangyuan once."

    She was minding her own business while Fu Minghua took the music score and played with it on the guzheng.

    Several maids found the sound of the piano melodious, but Qi's noisy voice was a bit annoying.

    Mrs. Qi seemed not to notice it herself. When she saw that Fu Minghua was ignoring her, she became more enthusiastic and moved closer to her:

    "But what Du Jiande is most famous for is not just his literary talent, aunt"?Do you know anything else?  "

    Fu Minghua lowered her head to pick up the teacup on the side. When she heard this, her eyes became dark and incomprehensible. She picked up the teacup, blocking the ferocious expression at the corner of her mouth, and looked at Qi with cold eyes.

    Seeing this made Qi Shi shiver all over, and instinctively turned away. When he turned around and looked at her again, he saw Fu Minghua smiling slightly. Although his lips were blocked by the tea cup, two silkworms were exposed under his eyes.  , with a gentle smile in her eyes, the fierceness just now seemed like her own illusion.

    "It is said that Du Jiande is most famous for his infatuation." Mrs. Qi stroked her arm, leaning her upper body closer to Fu Minghua: "His wife is his cousin, and we have been engaged since childhood.  , the couple is extremely affectionate. After several years of marriage, Mrs. Du did not continue the incest for the Fu family, but it did not affect the relationship between the couple."

    When she said this, she laughed twice: "In my aunt's family who lives in Fu's house now, it is said that my cousin also started studying at a young age. My aunt was also considered a disciple of the emperor at the beginning. This family has a long history.  It is said that this year we have to take the entrance examination. If you can gain a reputation as a scholar, you may have to step through the door of the Fu family to seek marriage at a young age."

    Having said this, Mrs. Qi suddenly became anxious when she saw that Fu Minghua had no reaction:

    "Do you think what I said makes sense?"

    Seeing that Fu Minghua still didn't speak, just playing with the strings with one hand, she frowned, with a look of impatience in her eyes, and she didn't understand what was so important about this broken piano.

    She didn¡¯t believe she could handle such a boudoir girl.

    Thinking of this, Mrs. Qi reached out to play the piano, only to hear a heavy sound, which disrupted the music score that Fu Minghua was studying just now. She turned to stare at Mr. Qi.

    Mrs. Qi sneered in her heart when she saw her, thinking that she would scold her with tears in her eyes, but she saw her put down the cup and said slowly and warmly:

    "Aunt Qi is wrong." Mrs. Qi was about to refute her when Fu Minghua continued:

    "The only thing that needs to be broken through is the door of the Ding family. My cousin's surname is Ding, not Fu. In this case, Aunt Qi, please stop talking nonsense in the future, lest people laugh at you."

    After she finished speaking, she saw that Mr. Qi's hand was still on the strings, she curled her lips, stood up, pulled the shawl with one hand, and picked up the elephant bone of the plucked harp that was lying next to her with the other hand to play the zither with great force.  Pluck a string.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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