In conscience, Chen Liang can also be regarded as a middle-aged beautiful man, putting aside his sophistication and calculations, if she Nie Fenghua is now a widowed woman in her thirties who is unmarried or divorced, and wants to be a good wife and mother to her husband and children, this may not be a good destination.

It's a pity that she is disgusted with the past of being used as a chess piece, in this life, she is destined to live as she likes, for this purpose, even if she loses the world, she will not hesitate.

"See Her Royal Highness the Princess." Although Chen Liang is a grass farmer, his etiquette is very strict and not bad at all.

Nie Fenghua could see a little bit of why he got the reason why many families, including Nie Heyuan, were fighting, this man was indeed smart and restrained enough.

"The gentleman is a guest, why bother with this big gift?" Nie Fenghua chuckled, took two steps back and sat down, and didn't ask him to sit, just looked at him quietly, his slender jade hand lightly touched the teacup next to him, and he used the lid to pluck the tea leaves in the cup for a while.

Chen Liang was left to the side like this, and he didn't know what to say for a while, but he was a smart person after all, and he smiled again at the moment: "The grass people heard that Her Royal Highness the princess has just been rewarded, so I came to congratulate the princess." ”

Nie Fenghua nodded and gently spit out two words: "I have a heart." ”

From beginning to end, she didn't take the initiative to say a word.

She wondered what this so-called smart man would do.

The atmosphere is indeed a little awkward, but this shelf must be held, otherwise he will not be able to retreat.

Marrying an ugly girl who is not very useful to the Nie family, although she is a young lady from the Nie family, is completely different from marrying a princess who has been canonized by royal certification.

Although she is a princess, the queen mother loves it, and the future concubine must not be bad, and the etiquette of the concubine mansion is naturally different from the Nie family, Nie Fenghua's identity is there, and he may enter his own house in the future and kneel and bow to his wife.

How can an ambitious and idealistic man like Chen Liang stand to be a little man?

Nie Fenghua thought of this, the shelf was getting higher and higher, and a pair of beautiful eyes swept across his cheeks, waiting for his next reaction.

"I want to come to the princess here and there is nothing missing, here is a copy of the grass people's own handwriting, the princess must not think my words are ugly, please accept it."

Nie Fenghua was stunned for a moment, not knowing what this Chen Liang was going to do, just mouthing at Jin'er Nunu.

Jin'er quickly took it and handed it to her.

Nie Fenghua took it and unfolded it, but when she saw that it was just a post, she took a closer look, but she was a little stunned.

Is it Chen Xinzhi's birthday?

"This is the birthday of the son of the grass people, this child has been weak and sick since he was a child, the grass people have found a high monk to approve the words, saying that there must be a master to recognize him in order to suppress him, and now the noble man is close at hand, and I hope that the princess will accept Zhi'er."

"Mr. means ......"

"Please ask the princess to be Zhi'er's godmother, with the princess's extravagance, no one can take Zhi'er away from those demons and monsters."

Jin'er stepped forward and wanted to refute his unreasonable request, but heard Nie Fenghua smile and said: "I like that kid in Xinzhi too, so let's find someone to set a date and let him recognize me as a godmother." ”

"Thank you so much, princess, thank you, princess." Chen Liang was overjoyed, "The grass people are going to prepare!" ”

Nie Fenghua chuckled and nodded, Chen Liang stood up and left, and as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Nie Fenghua shout: "Sir, you have dropped something." ”

Chen Liang's whole person froze in place, only to hear Nie Fenghua's voice like a yellow oriole whispering: "It seems to have fallen out of your sleeve." ”

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