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Chapter 765 What a bitch

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    The more He Wei listened, the more he felt dissatisfied.

    So, let alone Princess Jin, even if she is not mentioned, is he still not as good as so many people?  But he had always thought that the He family was very powerful since he was a child. General He was the number one big shot in the world, and as his nephew who had always been with General He, he was also an extremely powerful person.  Competitive and famous young player.

    Why is it that after hearing what Mr. Zhu said, he is still not worthy of supporting many people?

    He Wei felt angry in his heart.

    In this case, will the He family become stronger again?

    He will continue to climb higher, and his status will be higher, so high that no one else will dare to compete with him for any woman he wants in the future.

    He Wei thought so and sat down again with a serious expression.

    ¡°Then what¡¯s the benefit of me marrying Zhu Zhaoyun?¡±

    "As long as you marry Zhaoyun, the Zhu family will be your backing. In the future, if you let Zhaoyun give birth to your legitimate son, I will do my best to support my grandson."

    "Just you? Your Zhuhou Mansion?" He Wei laughed sarcastically.  Really full of disgust.

    "He Wei, please don't look down on me. I know many amazing secrets. As long as the secrets are revealed at the right time, the results will be astonishing."

    "What secret?"

    "Do I have to tell you now? You are not my son-in-law."

    "Then if you don't tell me, how will I know if you are bragging?" He Wei frowned.

    "I can tell you something," Lord Zhu leaned over and lowered his voice in his ear, "Actually, the prince has an older brother. In other words, the prince is not the emperor's eldest son, he can only be regarded as the elder brother.  two."

    He Wei¡¯s pupils shrank and he almost jumped up.

    He believed Lord Zhu¡¯s words almost instantly.

    ¡°Because generally no one would make fun of the emperor¡¯s bloodline, and it would not be of any benefit to Lord Zhu to make up such a prince.

    ¡°However, this incident is too shocking.

    how come?

    The royal family has always only allowed the Queen to give birth to a prince as the eldest son.

    ¡°The whole Dazhen thought that Prince Sikong Zhen was the emperor¡¯s eldest son. If he had an older brother, where is the eldest prince now?

    This is definitely a secret his uncle would love to have!

    He Wei immediately asked, "Where is the prince? Is he the queen's son? Do the queen and the prince know about this?"

    He thought about it and found that none of the current princes was older than the prince.

    Now Mr. Zhu¡¯s expression calmed down and he was no longer so nervous.  It seems that He Wei is still very interested in this news, and he feels that General He will also be interested in this news.

    As long as they're interested, that's fine.

    "Young Master He, look at how anxious you are. It's not a relationship or a reason. Why am I telling you so much? Okay, okay. Since Mr. He is not willing to marry me at the Zhuhou Mansion, I will leave now.  . I have never seen anyone in the world come to ask for marriage from the woman¡¯s family. If word of this spreads, how can our Marquis Mansion still have any respect?¡±

    Lord Zhu stood up, turned around and was about to leave.

    This time, He Wei stood up and grabbed him.

    "Hey, hey, don't be anxious, Mr. Hou." He Wei's mind suddenly changed. He had belittled Zhu Zhaoyun in front of the palace guards, and he also said in front of the palace guards that he would go to the Hou Mansion to propose marriage. If he was really angry,  Lord Zhu, he went into the palace to ask the emperor to make the decision. When the emperor asked someone to ask him, he couldn't escape or deny it.

    Therefore, it is very likely that she will be forced to marry Zhu Zhaoyun in the end.

    By that time, even if he marries Zhu Zhaoyun, his relationship with the Zhuhou Mansion may not be better.

    He originally returned to the capital this time, and his uncle also told him that he would find a marriage if he had a chance. He would first see which girl he liked, and wait until he went back to write a book to propose marriage.

    Since we can¡¯t marry that woman like Ming Ruoxie now, it would be the same if we just marry anyone.  This Zhu Zhaoyun is at least a princess.

    "Master Hou, but you should also know what I'm thinking about Princess Jin"

    After hearing what he said, Mr. Zhu was so angry that he just thought about Princess Jin. Do you need him to give you any accurate words?

    But he had no choice at this time. After taking a deep breath, he resisted the urge to kill He Wei and patted him.Wei Wei's shoulder said, "It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. If you care about Princess Jin, how can I say anything more? However, if you get married to Zhaoyun, Zhaoyun must be the main wife, right?"  As a married woman, Princess Jin is not qualified to compete with Zhaoyun for the position of the main wife, right?"

    What he wants to keep is Zhaoyun¡¯s position as the head wife.

    There are actually servants of the He family here as well.

    The servant heard what the two of them said and could only close his mouth tightly and hold his breath the whole time.  What on earth are these two talking about?

    Are you actually looking at Princess Xiao Xiangjin?

    ¡°And listening to what they said, it was as if King Jin was dead and Princess Jin was widowed.  How big a daydream is this?

    Although they are servants of the He family and it is their young master who is daydreaming here, they still want to say¡ª¡ª

    What a bitch!

    How could you be so mean?

    "Haha, of course, of course."

    He Wei burst out laughing immediately, let go of Lord Zhu¡¯s hand, and said, ¡°Master Marquis, my nephew is going to get ready right away and have someone come to propose marriage!¡±

    "But my Zhaoyun has that strange itching disease"

    "It doesn't matter. Didn't the Marquis say that it won't be passed on from person to person? Besides, with Dr. Sun Xianpian, she will definitely be able to cure her. If it doesn't work, I will take her to another doctor when the time comes."

    ¡°If it really can¡¯t be cured, I can give him a son anyway.

    "Okay, Mr. He is indeed magnanimous. I will be waiting for you at the Marquis Mansion."

    After Mr. Zhu finished the matter, he felt very relaxed and left humming a little tune.

    The venue for the medical skills competition has been prepared and will begin tomorrow.

    This night, in a study room in a villa, the candles were not cut, and the candlelight was a little dim.  There is a man sitting behind the desk. There is a portrait on the table. The portrait is torn in one place and has been taped up. There is also a faint stain on one corner. It can be seen that it was torn from the wall.

    And if He Wei sees it, he will find that this is exactly the portrait of Ming Ruoxie that he asked an artist to draw and then put it up on the street.

    The man stared at the portrait for a long time, then took out a dagger and gently scratched Ming Ruoxie's face in the portrait.

    His voice was deep, a little unclear in the dark study room.

    "Medical skills? When did you learn medical skills? I want to see if you are the Ming Ruoxie, or if someone is pretending to be you!"

    They made it very clear through their investigation that Miss Mingsan, who grew up in Zhuangzi of Lan State, had never studied medicine.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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