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Chapter 173 Thieves

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    The young man¡¯s hair was half pulled up, and he wore a cyan scarf. His long hair was scattered around his waist. He only had half of his face, but he was also as beautiful as jade.

    "My lady"

    Aunt Jiang called her in a low voice, and Fu Minghua came back to her senses immediately.

    She saw the Yulang, Lu Shaoyan, who was later known as He Yuanshen.

    Although Aunt Jiang¡¯s voice was not loud, it still made the young man turn his head. He had light eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were hazy and gentle when he looked at people, giving people a very focused feeling.

    Fu Minghua tilted his head. Lu Changyan was just like what she had seen in her dream. He had a gentle and elegant temperament. Even if he was wearing a plain thin shirt, he could not conceal his elegant demeanor, as refined as a proud bamboo.

    She took steps towards Lu Changyan, walking as usual. Aunt Jiang almost thought that her pause just now was just an accident.

    "I wonder who Mr. Lang is?"

    Fu Minghua asked knowingly, and the young man stood up in embarrassment.

    It was a little difficult for him to stand up, and his beautiful eyebrows that looked like distant mountains also frowned, obviously because of the inconvenience in his legs and feet.

    As he got closer, Mother Jiang realized that this guest was even more beautiful up close, and even He Yuanshen was about to be outdone by him.

    His eyes are lighter in color, which makes him more gentle and cool.

    Hearing Fu Minghua's question, he folded his hands above his head and bent his back: "The villain, Lu from Longxi, followed his eldest brother into the Luoyang mansion and bumped into the young lady."

    Fu Minghua already knew who he was, but he just asked him deliberately.

    "Is Lang Jun my grandfather's guest?"

    When she said this, Lu Changyan knew that she should be the wife of the Changle Marquis Mansion.

    There are many young ladies in the Changle Marquis Mansion, and there are eleven in the eldest house alone.

    Before coming to Changlehou Mansion, Lu Changyuan asked him to memorize these information so as not to make a joke after arriving.

    Among the eldest girls, there are nine girls who are over ten years old, and five are direct descendants.

    Lu Changyan saw that when she came out, there were groups of maids and women behind her, and they were very gorgeously dressed. Her temperament and demeanor did not look like that of a concubine.

    It is said that the eldest son of Lord Fu of the Marquis House of Changle died young, leaving only his wife and daughter, and his legitimate daughter has been engaged in marriage.

    The third son does have three legitimate daughters, but the two daughters are younger, and only Fu Qibin's eldest daughter is possible.

    However, Lu Changyan guessed that the person in front of him was most likely the eldest daughter of the Hou family that his brother had his eye on.

    He sighed silently in his heart.

    At this point, he actually had no intention of marrying a wife.  The person he wants is always far away from him.

    He lowered his eyes, blocking the lonely look in his eyes.

    The heart is dead, the body is disabled, and the Lu family is in deep water.

    Originally, he had never thought about harming anyone in his life.  But Lu Changyuan's words echoed in his ears: There are three types of unfilial piety, the worst is not having an heir.

    My brother and his sister-in-law have been married for many years but have no children. If he doesn't get married, won't the Lu family's inheritance be cut off?

    Lu Changyan sighed again, endured the disappointment in his eyes, raised his head, and then began to look at this lady who, in his brother's opinion, was well-behaved.

    Unexpectedly, Fu Minghua was staring at him, and when he looked, he happened to catch her gaze.

    For some reason, Lu Changyan only felt that the look in his eyes was a bit sharp.

    When I looked at it again, it seemed that I had seen it wrong.  The young lady looked at him with a smile, as if waiting for his answer.

    Lu Changyan calmed down and put down his hand: "Brother's visit to the Marquis is really disturbing."

    His answer was in agreement with Fu Minghua¡¯s previous words.

    Fu Minghua curled his lips and looked at him. He stood there, silent, neither humble nor arrogant, with a calm face, which was a rare good accomplishment.

    She chuckled and passed by Lu Changyan, dragging one end of the silk shawl on the floor of the wooden corridor, making a rustling sound.

    The people have gone, but the fragrance still remains.

    Lu Changyan was stunned. A beautiful face appeared in his mind.  Compared with the young lady just now, Wen's beauty is as beautiful as an orchid, while Fu Minghua is as beautiful as a peony. My brother actually asked him to marry her?

    He held up the bench with a dull expression. He could no longer hide in peace. If she was here, but he was hiding here, he would not be able to see Lu Changyuan when he went back.

    Back then, he couldn't keep the person he liked, but now he can't keep even this little peace.

    He moved his legs with some difficulty and walked in the direction Fu Minghua had just left.

      His leg disease became serious in winter, especially in Luoyang, which was extremely cold in winter. He began to miss Longxi and the scene when everyone was together when he was a boy.

    Lu Changyan looked back at the bench he had just sat on. He couldn't even go back there, so how could he go back to the past.

    When he took this step, there was no way back!

    His expression gradually became firmer, he gritted his teeth and walked towards Mr. Fu's study.

    "This picture of the song singing in the sky and the snow on the mountain is really extraordinary in artistic conception."

    Lu Changyuan's voice came from Mr. Fu's study room. The two were discussing calligraphy, painting and chess skills.

    Fu Minghua stood outside the door. When she saw that the steward guarding the door had noticed her, she went in to report, and then she straightened her clothes.

    "Come in." The somewhat cheerful voice of Mr. Fu came from inside the room.

    Today, Du Xuanzhen personally edited a book and sent Lu Changyuan to bring it to Mr. Fu to borrow a book. Mr. Fu was a little flattered.

    Who is Du Xuazhen?  His father was King Yixing, and Du Xuanzhen was worshiped as Zhongshu Ling. Although he did not have the name of prime minister, he actually acted as prime minister and was known as Du Xianggong.

    "If Mr. Fu can catch his fancy, it will be a blessing in his lifetime. This is a good thing that cannot be found with a lantern. Now he did not expect to meet him.

    He knew that Du Xianggong liked this young man who had just entered Luoyang, but he didn't know that he valued him so much.

    After probing for a long time, Lu Changyuan was cautious.  After a conversation, Mr. Fu seemed to think more highly of him.

    "Why didn't I borrow the book, but why did I summon you?"

    Mr. Fu joked with a smile. Lu Changyuan was holding tea on the Grand Master's chair in the room. He blew it but did not drink it. His eyes fell on Fu Minghua and he looked at her sternly.

    "Grandpa has an order, so my granddaughter has no choice but to come over in person."

    Fu Minghua smiled, and Mr. Fu asked her to pick the chair opposite Lu Changyuan and sit down. When she was about to speak, Fu Minghua said:

    "I'm afraid my granddaughter wouldn't dare to borrow the "Collected Works of Zhang Shouxin" that my grandfather mentioned."

    As soon as she finished speaking, the smile on Mr. Fu's face gradually faded, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

    "Zhang Shouxin, Lord Zhang, was a good prime minister of the former dynasty. After his death, the spiritual tablets were stationed in Zhenyi Pavilion. Taizu also praised Zhenyi Pavilion when he founded the country. This "Collection of Zhang Shouxin" is the only one he wrote personally.  There is no other book in the world besides this one."

    Fu Minghua explained in a soft voice. Mr. Fu had a sinister look in his eyes, and he didn't look like he would get angry in front of the guests.

    Lu Changyan stood at the door and looked into the room. He noticed that the atmosphere in the room was a little tense. He paused for a moment and did not step in.

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    The fourth update

    The extra update from the 6th to the 14th is the tenth update of the Golden Egg rewarded by Xia Fei, and the fifth update from the 15th to the 18th is the lovely Xianpa Yuan.  .hlnovel.com
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