Now that there are many daughters in the Fu family, Fu Yiqin wants to choose a nephew from her mother's family to kiss her son, and it is not common for Fu Ding's two families to kiss each other.

But since ancient times, high-married women and low-married daughters-in-law, Fu himself was considered a low marriage at the beginning, and now Ding Zhiping is just a six-grade petty official, even if he returns to Beijing after his term of office expires and finds a relationship to seek a five-grade official position, the Fu family's concubine is still considered a low-level marriage in the past.

The girl Fu Yiqin definitely doesn't look down on, the Bai family feels sorry for her daughter, and she doesn't like herself, so she can't guarantee that she will give her daughter Fu Mingxia to her.

Since the death of her husband Fu Qimeng, the Shen family has been holding her breath, wanting her daughter to find a good husband and marry her in the future, so that the Changle Marquis Mansion will not dare to underestimate herself.

If Fu Yiqin really has this thought, don't say that the Shen family is unwilling, I'm afraid even Fu Mingxia is unwilling.

After Fu Yiqin finished speaking, the lively atmosphere in the room just now suddenly cooled down. Neither the Shen nor the Zhong family dared to answer this, Fu Minghua saw such a scene, the corners of his mouth hooked imperceptibly, and the Bai family's brows furrowed:

"There are a lot of famous ladies in Luoyang, but I have to pick one for Dong Ge'er." After she said this, Zhong reluctantly smiled and responded, Bai was unhappy, and soon ordered a few people to disperse, and only attended the dust washing banquet for the Ding family in the evening.

When she returned to her courtyard, the copper stove in Fu Minghua's hand was already cold, she handed the copper furnace to the maid ring who came to greet her, and Biyun behind her took off the cloak that had been stained with snow for her, and Lu Bei sent hot tea to rinse her mouth, and after wiping her face and hands, she glanced at Bilan:

"Go and inquire about Ding Mengfei."

Bi Qing took the balm and smeared it on her hands that she had just wiped, and raised her head in surprise when she heard this.

The girls who can follow Fu Minghua are all the girls who invited the Xie family to send the Fu family to change their surnames and follow Fu Minghua, no one is stupid.

When I was in Bai's house just now, what Fu Yiqin said, Zhong's, Shen and others understood, in fact, these girls also understood, Bilan couldn't help but speak:

"What does the eldest lady mean, is it possible for your aunt and grandmother to take a fancy to you?"

Fu Minghua sneered, picked up the cup full of tea on the table and took a sip gently: "Nine times out of ten." ”

The 'Fu Minghua' in the dream was not married to Fu Yiqin's eldest son Ding Mengfei in the end, but Xie's hanging could not be for no reason. The 'Fu Minghua' in the dream is a real child who can't see Fu Yiqin's eyes when she looks at her, but Fu Minghua can understand it.

"Impossible, right?"

When Bi Luo and the others heard this, they were taken aback.

Originally, if the Fu family wanted to marry the daughter of the mother's family for his son, it was already Gao Pan, if he wanted to hit the idea above the eldest daughter of the Fu family, it would be really a fool's dream.

Fu Yiqin was married to Ding Zhiping of the Marquis of Zhengnan as his wife, Ding Zhiping was not the eldest son at that time, and he could not inherit the title, so he had to rely on his own efforts to achieve fame and was sent to Jiangzhou.

Now although Ding Zhiping is nominally the son-in-law of the Zhengnanhou Mansion in Jinzhou, because he is not the eldest son, he can no longer be counted as the descendant of the Zhengnanhou Mansion in the future.

What's more, today's Zhengnanhou Mansion and Changle Houfu have no comparison at all, Changle Houfu hereditary replacement, passed down from generation to generation, as long as future generations do not commit major crimes, if the Tang Dynasty is still there, it can be rich and noble for a hundred years, Zhengnanhou Mansion is only hereditary two generations, from this generation, if the descendants do not make achievements, it will be reduced from the name of Zhengnanhou Mansion to Bofu, the last one decreases, and after several generations, it is also rich and noble.

At this time, Fu Minghua actually said that Fu Yiqin wanted to seek Fu Minghua for her son? She's crazy!

Several maids were a little incredulous, but the character of their own lady, several people knew it very well in their hearts, and they were never untargeted, Bilan endured the worry in her heart, and went out in response, but Biqing couldn't help but say:

"The eldest lady wants to discuss with the young lady?"

Fu Minghua leaned on the table, pinching the cup and sneering.

If her guess is wrong, forget it, if her guess is true, I am afraid that everything that happened in her dream will be fulfilled one by one.

I'm afraid that Xie's death is not to help her get rid of Fu Yiqin's entanglement, but more to trap the Fu family in an unrighteous place, so that the Xie family can seek more benefits in the future.

No wonder the Fu family in the end was so disliked and resentful of themselves, at that time Fu Qixian hated her, and even Fu Houye ignored her, presumably it was the Xie family who hanged herself in her name, and finally turned his anger on 'Fu Minghua'.

"No need."

She shook her head, and the few maids were silent. Although several of them were sent by Jiangzhou, they knew who their master was from the day they were sent to Fu Minghua.

Bilan came back soon, Fu Minghua was using the morning food, took a chess book, she sat cross-legged on the kang, there was a small table in front of her, and there was already a game of leftover chess on it, looking serious thinking.

The windows on both sides are half-opened, illuminating the south room. The veil was lifted, and there was a turquoise porcelain roasted fox on the table, and sandalwood was added to the lotus petals below, and the green smoke slowly spit out from the mouth of the man, making the room filled with a faint fragrance.

The little girl held a book in one hand and a child in the other, contemplating the movements, and looked quiet and safe under the smoke. Bilan seemed to be affected, took a breath before slowly entering the room, Fu Minghua did not raise his head after a son, his eyes stared at the chessboard and said:

"Inquiry?"

Bilan answered, kneeling on the wooden pedal in front of Fu Minghua:

"My aunt's eldest son, Ding Mengfei, is thirteen this year, and since he was five years old, his uncle enlightened him, it is said that when he was in Jiangzhou, he was praised by Jian Zhifu for his youth, and his aunt wanted to watch the young master enter the office, and those who came back with the Ding family this time were full of praise for him."

Fu Minghua didn't say anything, Bilan knew that what she wanted to hear was not this, and then said: "Young Master Cousin accepted two rooms last year, but when he returned to Luoyang, he was sent away by his aunt and grandmother. ”

Hearing this, Fu Minghua's eyes flashed with fierceness, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly stiffened.

Biyun and the others were tense, although the eldest lady was not very old, her momentum was no worse than that of the Xie family. Although she was not happy and angry at this time, several people had been by her side for a long time, and they all knew that she was probably not as calm as she appeared at this time.

I thought she would be furious, but unexpectedly, she just smiled slightly in the end, and put the son in her hand on the table, and the black child surrounded the white child, and the white child had already lost.

She put down the book in her hand, stretched her waist, Bi Luo had already handed over the handkerchief, she wiped her hands:

"With such a good thing, you dare to beat my idea?"