"The most important thing is," Fu Minghua was also like Fu Qibin before, leaning his upper body in the direction where the Marquis of Changle Mansion and the others were sitting, his movements were very slow, bringing a great sense of oppression to several people: "Grandfather threw the branch bud he caught at the emperor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Fu Qibin understood the meaning of her words in an instant, and the cold sweat oozing from the back vest soaked the silk clothes inside.

When he saw Fu Minghua leaning sideways in the direction of several people, he knew that she was so far away from several people that it was impossible to touch a few of them, but Fu Qibin instinctively leaned back at that moment, and his vest was tightly attached to the back of the chair.

Fu Minghua held his hand again, felt the petals in his palm shatter under her force, and with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Fu Qibin and asked:

"Now in this situation, the third uncle will tell me, what should I do?"

Fu Qibin's back was cold, and at that moment, he already understood that Fu Hou Ye had made a big mistake.

If he is willing to give up even the official and the lord to show his loyalty, Emperor Jia'an will be rewarded, which is a trick of the trick of scheming.

But he only abandoned the official and did not let go of the knight, for the emperor, this is the matter of the grapefruit that the Marquis of Changle did not take seriously, and thought that it was important enough to make him abandon the knighthood.

To put it mildly, Emperor Jia'an will have a bad feeling for the Marquis of Changle Mansion in his heart, thinking that Marquis Fu does not respect the imperial power.

Even if the minister of power in this dynasty is only a second-grade official, the head of the six ministries of the three provinces, and only the second- and third-grade officials.

But Taifu, Sikong and others can live in the same product, but they just say it nicely.

The loss of Fu Houye's official position was obviously not enough to satisfy Emperor Jia'an.

If what Fu Minghua said was meant by Emperor Jia'an, then as she said, it was already too late.

Marquis Fu held the title that day and refused to let go, but the result would hurt the Marquis of Changle even more.

"So, how does the third uncle think he should keep the ancestral inheritance?"

The tea on the table was already a little cold, she took it up and took a sip, the tea was pastry, and once it cooled, it was not very good.

Fu Minghua only touched his lips, put it down again, and looked at Fu Qibin's meaning, his face turned a miserable golden color.

"The slave will change you for a new cup of tea." Biluo came forward to ask, Fu Minghua bent his finger and tapped lightly on the table a few times, making a 'dong dong' sound.

Every time it sounded, the flesh on Fu Qibin's cheeks twitched, and then he was already in a cold sweat, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak.

Zhong seems to understand whether he understands or not, and he looks like he is in the clouds.

It's not that she's too stupid, it's just that she wasn't there when Fu Minghua was talking to Fu Houye and others that day.

Such a big event, the Fu family obviously did not tell her.

She is worried about whether her children's marriage will be affected, which leads to the future of her three daughters and two sons, so she can't help but be in a hurry.

Fu Qibin's throat rolled, but his face tried his best to make a calm appearance, glanced at Fu Qixian on the side, and soon his expression returned to normal, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, these important matters will be left to the adults." ”

He rubbed his hands, "I'm not afraid of Yuan Niang's jokes, when I was in Jiangnan, Wang Xuesheng once gave me a poem about Yongmei, you are a cold guest in the garden really makes me happy to see the hunt, I don't know if I can take a look?" ”

Fu Minghua nodded, this Fu Qibin is also a character.

Seeing that she didn't make sense here, he stopped pestering, he took the opportunity to retire at this time, did he want Fu Qixian to be a lobbyist for the Changle Hou Mansion?

She instructed Bilan to lead someone to send Fu Qibin and his wife out, and Fu Qixian and Yang sat in the house without moving, and sure enough, there was a purpose for coming over.

The servant re-served the brewed tea, she held it in the palm of her hand, and her slightly hooked fingertips were bent, and Yang felt a little like she wanted to see it but didn't dare to look at it.

There was no one in the room to speak, and after a while, Fu Qixian began to pull his clothes, he was so nervous that he was sweating, and coughed lightly several times in a row, but Fu Minghua ignored him.

Yang also looked restless, but he was envious of Fu Qibin and his wife who had found an excuse to slip away.

Fu Minghua drank tea, put the cup on the table, and made a soft 'dong' sound, Fu Qixian and Yang both trembled, and immediately straightened their backs.

"Father."

Fu Minghua called Fu Qixian, and he opened his mouth expectantly: "Ah, ah? ”

"My father also saw the scene of that day, and now that the third uncle is here with you, I have something to tell you."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, Fu Qixian responded, and listened to her more and more affectionately.

"If, as I originally said, my grandfather resigned and abandoned the knighthood, the emperor will definitely support the third uncle more, on the contrary," she paused, squinted her eyes and looked at Fu Qixian, Fu Qixian and Yang were both a little nervous by her, and their hands were in a cold sweat, and she continued to say: "It is very likely that the emperor will reward you again." You've been sitting in the shrine for years, and you haven't moved a stool, have you? ”

When Fu Qixian heard this, his face turned red.

He is not good-tempered, if other people, especially juniors, dare to say this to him, he would have turned his face and scolded people a long time ago, and he would have to beat and smash again.

But the one who said this in front of him was his only concubine, and it was from the Xie family.

For some reason, he was still fierce in front of Xie to hide his inner weakness and inferiority, but in front of Fu Minghua, he inexplicably felt that he couldn't raise his confidence and was very afraid.

He was not close to this daughter, in the early years, he always felt that the children in the house should be raised by the mother, and he didn't care much, he only vaguely remembered that he was very obedient and obedient, but he had a unique temperament of the Xie family, which made him feel stunned every time he saw it.

Over time, I was even more reluctant to talk to her.

After Fu Minghua got older, the kind of bearing on his body made him a little nervous.

At this time, in front of him, pointing out that his official position was low, Fu Qixian was actually a little ashamed in his heart, but he didn't dare to be annoyed.

He is still working as a layman in the ancestral hall under the Ministry of Rites, and he is in charge of the affairs of monks and nuns, but in fact it is just an idle job, and his time is spent drinking and having fun with people all year round.

Since Fu Minghua remembered, the position has not been moved again.

"Yes, yes......" he mumbled as if there were nails growing in his chair, making him fidget.

"I'm afraid the emperor will raise you." Fu Minghua thought about it, since Emperor Jia'an wanted to appease the Fu family and put this grace on Fu Qixian's head, then there was no one in Luoyang who didn't know the name of Fu Qixian's straw bag.

It is very likely that Emperor Jia'an will mention him twice, but it is not an official position with real power.

It is equivalent to changing the soup without changing the medicine, replacing Fu Qixian from the original celadon decorative bottle to a blue and white vase.

She frowned and admonished, "You are not young, you should also take some heart." The uncle of the Fu family died early, and the inheritance incense fell on your head. (To be continued.) )