Murong He is thinking of a way to climb the Qi Palace, but the Qi Palace, which is far away in Qingzhou, and is powerful, how can Murong He say that he can get married if he is married, plus Murong He's daughter Murong Qingluan is only ten years old, how can the third son of the dignified King of Qi be able to look at a ten-year-old girl, but if it is replaced by Murong Qingting and Murong Qingping, this age is suitable, but it is always a humble daughter, even if Murong He wants to marry a daughter, he will not send these two daughters over, One is that the third prince of Qi can't look down on him at all, and the other princes and nobles all sent their daughters to get married, but he sent two concubines to the past, obviously humiliating the third prince of Qi, and then he couldn't get married, and even the king of Qi was completely offended.

"Ben Hou has other plans for this matter." Murong He raised his hand and signaled that Chang Mao didn't have to say any more, he already had a daughter as a concubine, and if he sent his daughter to the Qi Palace's concubine again, he, Jiyang Hou, might become a joke in the land of Qilu.

Of course, if Su Ji, the third son of King Qi, took the initiative to tell him that he wanted to take his daughter as a concubine, then it would not be generalized.

It is undeniable that Murong He wanted to make a profit by marrying a daughter, but he was not so stupid, he lost the reputation he had accumulated so hard and went to do a loss-making business.

The courtyard of the Jiyang Hou Mansion covers an extremely wide area, and the courtyard is one after another, Murong He slowed down, even if it has been five years, but walking in this mansion, Murong He's heart is still difficult to calm down, such a long and tortuous corridor, and a group of servants who retreat aside, as the master of this Hou Mansion, Murong He's vanity has been greatly satisfied, and what he sees in front of him is wealth, power, and women...... It's all his own.

Second master, the Hou Ye is not in the house, you can come back another day.

Suddenly, Murong He remembered that five years ago, he brought his wife and children to visit his eldest brother and sister-in-law, but was stopped by the family guarding the door.

Obviously, they are all descendants of the Murong family, the eldest brother Murong Su is dressed in brocade and gorgeous clothes, and he is always a servant in and out, but he is often overstretched, admiring Rong Su and living.

Hehe, but the world is unpredictable, who would have thought that the position of Jiyang Hou finally fell on the head of him, the son of the Murong family.

Murong Su, your status, the concubines in your house, your daughter, and Ben Hou all received them together, originally, if the sister-in-law was willing, Ben Hou would not mind taking care of the sister-in-law for the rest of her life, but it is a pity that ...... Murong He's resentful eyes seemed to have a little inexplicable jealousy, her sister-in-law was the daughter of the old Jiangge in Yuzhou, and she was a famous beauty back then, and even the royal family and her own children fell at her feet, but in the end she chose his eldest brother Murong Su, a reckless man who could only rely on force.

"The concubine asks for peace to the Hou Ye." Just when Murong He was stunned, a graceful woman walked in front of him, she walked like a weak willow, and she was also a pair of delicate jade feet, and she walked even more beautifully, Murong He came back to his senses, his eyes involuntarily stared at the pair of exquisite jade feet, and on his ankles, small bells rang.

Murong He showed a doting smile, "Yan'er, why do you look sad, who made you angry, sue Benhou, Benhou will call the shots for you." ”

Wei Yan'er immediately threw herself into Murong He's arms and cried aggrievedly, "Master Hou hasn't come to see Yan'er for a long time, don't you like Yan'er anymore?" ”

Compared with the old age and decrepit of the Wang family, Aunt Fang, and Aunt You, Wei Yan'er, who is only sixteen years old, is not only young and beautiful, but also extremely dependent on Murong He like a child, which is very satisfying to Murong He, he loves her, spoils her, and raises her like a plaything for him to enjoy.

"Murong He's age, it's not shallow." Not far away, Qi Ke grinned and said, "Old husband and young wife, a pear tree presses begonias." ”

Murong Qingran kicked the stone with her little foot, "The nurse said that my dead aunt's forehead is the most similar to my mother, and that Aunt Wei is the ...... of those feet."

Qi Ke's eyes widened in disbelief, the second uncle coveted his sister-in-law, tsk, this Murong He is indeed brazen enough.

"Miss Ben hates that he looks at my mother's portrait with those disgusting eyes, that would only insult my mother."

The stones rolled down into the lotus pond, and there was a slight sound, just like Murong Qingran's almost inaudible voice.