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Chapter 63 Wei Family

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    Princess Danyang was referring to the last time the Yin family held a banquet, but Fu Mingxia was so frightened that she fell into the flowers.

    Fu Minghua and she are sisters, and Princess Danyang is afraid that she will be punished even if she goes back.

    Shaking his head, Fu Minghua let her pull her for two steps: "Where are you going, Princess?"

    "Just call me Danyang. What name do the elders call you at home?"

    Princess Danyang did not answer the question.

    Aunt Jiang and others couldn't help but like it when they saw that Princess Danyang was on good terms with Fu Minghua. They heard Fu Minghua reply: "When I was at home, my mother called me Yuanniang."

    Princess Danyang smiled movingly, but her eyes were calm:

    "I want to go to the painting studio to play. I heard that many people are going there. Let's join in the fun and follow everyone so we won't get lost." Even if we get lost, a group of people will make mistakes and it will not be conspicuous.

    "If we don't play now, I'm afraid I won't be able to play again next year." There was a hint of coldness in her expression. Fu Minghua glanced at her and understood what she meant.

    But the relationship between the two was not deep, and she didn¡¯t want to be anyone¡¯s close sister, so she pretended not to understand and stared at Princess Danyang with a smile.

    "Don't laugh." Princess Danyang reached out and grabbed her waist. Fu Minghua didn't expect that she would actually grab him, so he couldn't hide away.

    It¡¯s just that she is not ticklish and has strong self-control. Princess Danyang did not make her laugh this time. On the contrary, Danyang herself felt a little embarrassed.

    "You are really tolerant." She paused, "Don't pretend, I know you understand."

    Fu Minghua sighed: "The princess is getting engaged?"

    "If the princess of Danyang decides to get married, she will be fourteen years old. In the past two years, Mrs. Xue Peng will teach her how to run a house. It is the foundation of being a wife. I am really afraid that she will not be able to get out of it easily.

    Think about it, the last person she married was Jian Shuyu, the Marquis of Junji. Jian Shuyu came from a famous family. Although the Jian family's background was thin, their family wealth was not thin. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to support the huge consumption of Jian Shuyu's rebellion later.

    When Jian Shuyu was fourteen years old, he was granted the title of Marquis and guarded the Xingyuan Mansion. He had a large number of soldiers. He had earlier made a marriage arrangement with the daughter of Changxing, the Queen of Chanzhou Prefecture. However, the Wang family was not very lucky and died before marrying.

    Since then, Jian Shuyu has not made a marriage arrangement yet.

    "If Mrs. Xue was planning to marry Jian Shuyu for her daughter, and he had not yet launched a rebellion, this would be a marriage that would be envied by many young ladies in the Tang Dynasty.

    But at this time, there was no joy on Princess Danyang's face, but Fu Minghua looked at her.

    "It's time for the male to get married, and the female to get married, so we have to make an appointment." She pulled Fu Minghua and walked towards the painting studio she mentioned: "It's just that I'm very panicked."

    After she finished speaking, seeing that Fu Minghua looked calm and composed, she couldn't help but sigh again.

    It was obviously her who mentioned this matter first, but she suddenly didn¡¯t want to talk about it anymore.

    The so-called painting studio is parked on the bank of Luoshui River, with green willows on the bank. The painting studio is very large, with two floors. At this time, many people are sitting on the lower floor.

    Princess Danyang pulled Fu Minghua up, and many girls came to greet them, some trying to please the two of them.

    Although there were no restrictions on men and women today, everyone was sitting in the painting studio, but the girls and the men were sitting on both sides of the studio consciously. Fu Minghua saw He who was called 'Yulang' by Princess Danyang last time.  Yuan Shen was also there. At this time, several famous talents in Luoyang were sitting together, holding folding fans in their hands and wearing brocade hats with two ears and futou on their heads. They looked like handsome young people.

    Several young ladies who gathered around chose a place to sit down. The spring was bright today, and there were many voices of husbands reciting poems to each other in their ears.

    There was a charcoal fire burning on the table that had been set up. Although it was already March, the wind above the Luohe River was still a bit cold.

    The gentlemen took wine and cooked it to drink together, and some boiled water to make tea.

    Various aromas in the air blended together. As Fu Minghua sat, he felt that everyone was a little lazy.

    Outside the Luohe River, you can still see many beauties wearing various clothes on the shore. Not far away, He Yuanshen said:

    "It's hard to go out today, and it's boring to sit here. Why not take a tour of the painting studio."

    As he spoke, he pointed to the scene in the distance and read: "The weather will be new on March 3rd, and there will be many beautiful people by the water in Luoyang."

    Several young men applauded. The husbands and ladies here were no more than thirteen or fourteen years old at most. When they were still having fun, they were a little moved after hearing He Yuanshen's suggestion.

    But before the painting studio moved, another group of young ladies came over. After arriving at the water's edge and landing, Fu Minghua turned around and took a look.Then I saw several girls walking towards the painting studio with one of the ladies in their arms.

    She recognized the lady surrounded at a glance, it was the Wei family from Duke Zhuguo's mansion who was married to the third prince Yan Zhui in her dream.

    Mrs. Wei is older than her, and her eyebrows have grown. Among the people surrounding her, one of them is the daughter of Zuo Wuwei General Huo Rang whom she met last time at Mr. Xie's house.

    Princess Danyang turned her head to take a look, then turned back. It was obvious that she had no friendship with the Wei family.

    The 'Fu Minghua' in the dream once met the Wei family who was married to Yan Zhui, but at that time she was superior, and Fu Minghua was just the eldest daughter in the Fu family who was equivalent to a loser. Their status was no longer on the same level.  Wei's eyes didn't even fall on her, so she turned away.

    That kind of aloof aura is only one-tenth of what it was later.

    Fu Minghua glanced at it and then looked away.

    "What are you playing at?"

    As soon as Wei and others arrived, people naturally gathered around her. She led the people towards this side, her eyes seemed to glance at everyone, but Fu Minghua didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that her eyes stopped on him.  shoot.

    This in the end is why?

    She squinted her eyes and sat up straight.

    "Sister Wei is here just in time. The eldest son of the Duke of Wei suggested that we take the painting workshop to see the scenery on both sides of the Luoshui River. Unfortunately, before we left, the sisters came." A well-behaved girl said flatteringly, Wei  Smiling, someone just stood up to greet her. At this time, she sat down and glanced at Fu Minghua:

    "Who is this¡­¡­"

    Just now, Fu Minghua felt that something was wrong with the way she looked at him. Now she took the initiative to ask questions, and Fu Minghua knew that she probably knew who he was, but was pretending to be confused.

    There are some gatherings in Luoyang every year, especially on the third day of March every year. Even if the Wei family has not spoken to him, he must have remembered him in his heart.

    Every noble lady in the boudoir has a piece of rice paper in her heart to remember the name of everyone she has ever interacted with or been related to. Once she can't remember it, either the other person's status is too low and they are not worth it.  Write it down, or it would be extremely disrespectful.

    At this time, Mrs. Wei asked this deliberately. Could it be that she thought she was superior to him in birth?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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