After making up his mind, Chonghua became much more indifferent. This family business is said to be good, and there is actually a way to stir up pornography. The status of King Tongjiang only let him know that he was going to marry an impostor concubine. As soon as Qiē is concerned, there is no need for Chonghua to worry.

The question now is how to get this information out in the midst of the siege.

When Mrs. Ling was a girl, she was a vigorous and resolute person. After getting married, it is even more regular inside and out.

The next day, he took Ling Yuehe's birthday and sent it to Tongjiang Palace. When Ling Shangshu came back from the court, he wanted to discuss this matter again. Over there, the eight characters have been combined, and the date has been set to make a small decision.

"Ignorant woman!" Ling Shangshu was so angry that he was about to smash things: "Are you all fools when you are the people of Tongjiang Palace?" How many people are in our family, will they not know? ”

Mrs. Ling was unmoved, indifferently picked up a cup of hot tea and took a sip lightly: "He'er, she is the daughter of the concubine." This is an indisputable fact. Moreover, the combination of the eight characters is a match made in heaven. The Tongjiang Royal Mansion has no objection. ”

Ling Shangshu almost couldn't catch his breath in one breath. Together? A match made in heaven? What shocked him the most was that the Tongjiang Mansion didn't have any objections?

Mrs. Ling glanced at her husband: "If there is nothing wrong, the concubine will go to prepare a dowry for He'er." ”

The wedding dress was prepared in advance, but the two young ladies were of different sizes, and their sizes needed to be changed. There is no way to use the same pair of embroidered shoes, and you need to do it again. There is also a dowry list to be reorganized. Make the face more complete, and the money is a little less. Not a biological daughter after all. Looking gorgeous, but in fact, the interior is empty, which is the most basic means of running a house. Mrs. Ling instructed someone to inform Chonghua that she would not go out from now on, and she would be married with peace of mind.

"What?" Chonghua knocked over the ginger tea with a miss. How can it be? With the status of Tongjiang Palace, he didn't even confirm whether the person he married was a serious concubine? How is this possible?

I was thinking of finding a way to spread the news, but who would have thought that Mrs. Ling would start so quickly. Chonghua had never felt that time was so short. Even when all the deadlines were crowded together, Chonghua had never been so flustered.

"Second Miss, you were born under your wife's name. Naturally, it's a concubine. Finch quickly cleaned up the tea stains and refilled another cup for her.

Chonghua looked at the finch. Daughter-in-law? Qiushui Pavilion is in the northernmost corner of Lingfu. There are only two rooms in the courtyard. Except for the close-fitting maid of the finch. There are only two rough maids. Not even a nurse. Is this called a concubine?

The degree of eating has never been less, but looking at the quality of the flashy ingredients and touching it with your hands, you know that even Zhongcheng can't compare. The beaded hairpins are hollowed out, with gold on the outside and hollow on the inside.

Can someone who grew up in such an environment be called a concubine?

Chonghua held the warm cup, but still couldn't withstand the cold around him. Mrs. Ling, this is to sell her.

For the safety of his daughter, he pushed her, a concubine who had been raised by his side, out.

Insomnia at night, Chonghua wrapped in a quilt and tossed and turned on the bed.

Because of the substitution marriage, Chonghua's food and clothing have increased by more than one grade. Although there is no need for a nurse anymore, in the end, it is sent to raise a grandmother, and in addition to the finch, three other people have been added. All of them are as beautiful as flowers, and the water is beautiful.

Chonghua also moved out of the original Qiushui Pavilion and lived in Xia Yuyuan, which is now close to the courtyard of the eldest lady.

Not to mention spreading the news, it is extremely difficult to even find death. Chonghua pinched the corners of the quilt tightly, what should I do?

On the day of Xiaoding, the Tongjiang Royal Mansion sent a very decent grandmother to come and see each other.

It stands to reason that the princess should come to see the future daughter-in-law in person. But after all, she was once a princess. only sent a personal Qian Mama to come to see each other.

This princess Tongjiang was originally the fourth daughter of the first emperor, the princess of Shanhe. Generally, the person who marries a princess is called a concubine. King Ketongjiang is a king with a different surname given by the first emperor. Only the king of Tongjiang married the princess but was not called a concubine. The princess marries and is called the princess.

Chonghua was dressed neatly and gently at this time, and stood beside Mrs. Ling obediently.

Mama Qian's demeanor around her knew at a glance that she was an old man from the palace. He gave Mrs. Ling a half-salute without humility or arrogance, and then looked at Chonghua without any scruples.

How many years have I not been looked at from head to toe like this. Chonghua only felt that he was standing naked in front of the X-ray machine. Slightly frowned, very uncomfortable.

Mama Qian didn't care about the expression on Chonghua's face at all. He nodded faintly.

Chonghua saw that her face slowed down, and his heart suddenly jumped. Hands tightened in sleeves. The note I had prepared earlier was in my hand. But how to stuff it to Mama Qian has become a big problem. Mrs. Ling, who was sitting beside her, had her eyes blowing on Chonghua like an autumn wind. Chonghua couldn't say a word. I could only stand there faintly.

"I'm tired of Mama Qian's trip, it was supposed that my daughter should go to the palace to see the ceremony." Mrs. Ling politely let Mama Qian sit in the guest seat.

Mama Qian didn't shirk either. The old grandmother has more face than the young master. As the princess's personal mother, her status is even higher than that of Mrs. Ling. He sat down lightly, took the fragrant tea offered by the maid, and took a shallow sip.

"Forgive the old slave for talking too much, the maid prepared by the lady doesn't have to be brought."

Mrs. Ling's eyebrows jumped, and she had a respectful smile on her face: "Mama don't have to worry, although the Ling Mansion is a small family, there are only a few maids, and we can afford to accompany them." ”

Mama Qian didn't seem to feel that Mrs. Ling was hiding a needle in her cotton at all, but just smiled and said, "This is what the prince asked." said that the bride's family will definitely marry some beautiful maids. It can hurt the body. ”

Mrs. Ling choked, and her face suddenly became ugly.

Mama Qian glanced at Chonghua's expression of wanting to speak and stopped, and paused slightly: "My family has a calligraphy and painting to ask the old slave to bring to the bride." ”

After saying that, he got up, and a clever maid behind him hurriedly handed over a scroll of paintings. Mama Qian nodded and motioned for Chonghua to come and pick it up.

Chonghua was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced down at Mrs. Ling. Madam Ling nodded coldly slightly. Chonghua was helped by the finch and walked towards Mama Qian.

"This is the heart of my family." Mama Qian handed over the scroll.

Chonghua bit her lips lightly, but I am not the person your family should marry. The palms of his hands were moist, gritting his teeth, Chonghua took advantage of the posture of connecting the scroll to stuff the note into Mama Qian's dry and warm palm without a trace.

Mama Qian nodded with a smile as if nothing had happened: "Miss Ling is deferential and gentle, and my family is blessed." ”

Chonghua felt Madam Ling's piercing gaze scraping his spine behind him. He bowed lightly and withdrew.

She's done what she can. It's just that I'm drumming in my heart, and I don't know if Mama Qian took the note or what to do with it.

Either way, she'll be scraped off a layer of skin. But Rao is like this, and she doesn't want to marry on behalf of others.

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