When General Chu was angry enough, he returned the sword into the sheath, stomped his feet, turned around and left with a snort.

Leng Xiang was quite satisfied, although he was a little distressed about the things he destroyed, but seeing General Chu angry like this, he felt proud.

is still right when Qing Huan said it, the highest level of quarrel is not-for-tat, but a light face, looking at the other party like thunder.

He calmly instructed his subordinates: "Take a piece of paper and write down all the things destroyed by General Chu, and go back to settle the account." ”

Then he patted Leng Qinghe's shoulder who rushed over after hearing the news: "See, this is just an old man's combat power, and the Chu family still has several elder brothers." Or, from tomorrow, my father will send you to Shaolin Temple to learn the golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt? ”

Finally won General Chu's cold appearance was in a good mood, and it was rare to even make a joke.

Leng Qinghe replied to him, only a wry smile.

He is not afraid of being beaten, what he is afraid of is that in the future, if these two old men get together if they have nothing to do and start a fight, who will they help themselves, and how will they help?

The old general Chu came to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but he didn't ask for the slightest bargain, returned to the General's Mansion, tilted himself to the bed, and fell ill with anger.

He has been fighting on the battlefield for so many years, although he is old, but he is still like an iron-beaten man, this time his heart is too hot, and he can't get up first when he lies down. Even the early dynasty can't go up.

This cold phase was happy, walked with the wind, and ate two more bowls of rice at one meal.

A group of people gathered around General Chu's bed to persuade him, and the more he persuaded General Chu, the more he felt aggrieved.

Chu Ruoxi learned that his father was sick by himself, and he didn't dare to mess around anymore, so he obediently went to him to hand over tea and water.

The old general Chu looked at the pearl in his palm, and the old tears were rampant: "Ruoxi, listen to your father, your father won't force you to enter the palace, you will find an iron-clad man in the barracks, right?" ”

Chu Ruoxi was so aggrieved that tears rippled, and lowered her head: "I don't want to be like my mother, every time you go to the battlefield, you are scared, and you can't sleep well." ”

Old General Chu felt indebted: "Then what do you like?" ”

"Leng Qinghe like that."

"You're angry with me, cough cough, get out!"

"What's wrong with him?"

"What good son can he raise as a cold old horseman? Have you forgotten that he climbed to power and abandoned his wife and children? Where there is a father, there is a son! ”

"If he dares, his daughter's kung fu is not vegetarian."

"Silly daughter, people are going to get married now!"

"Even if I am a concubine, I will marry him."

Old General Chu was so angry that he almost couldn't get up, and a bunch of people hurriedly pulled Chu Ruoxi away.

Chu Ruoxi cried in front of her mother, and when she had cried enough, she went to her brother and sister-in-law to cry, until everyone in the house felt that her ears were like a bunch of flies stuck in their ears, buzzing endlessly, and they were annoying. Thinking about it, there is nothing wrong with marrying her into the Prime Minister's Mansion and marrying a promising and brilliant Tanhualang.

At least, it's better than leaving her in the house and crying and crying.

Why don't you find a way to marry her?

Someone tentatively got up, and almost all of the people in the mansion agreed with it, except for General Chu. If the little sister continues to cry like this, she will be fine, and this general's mansion will be cried down.

Leng Qinghe asked Leng Qinghuan: "Otherwise, just make things clear, whether you succeed or not depends on the old general Chu." Otherwise, this will make people feel discordant and unbearable. ”

Leng Qinghuan asked: "There is a saying: The daughter-in-law is sent into the room, and the matchmaker throws it over the wall, one day, if you marry that Chu Ruoxi, will you betray me and say that all this is my idea?" ”

Leng Qinghe shook his head categorically: "No." ”

Leng Qinghuan snorted: "It's not that I can't put my face down and go to the door of her general's mansion, but if you think about it, you were innocently implicated in this matter today, and you were beaten by the old general Chu in a good manner." Several sons in his Chu family are also arrogant and short-tempered. After suffering this unjustified disaster, do we still have good things to say to him? They have to be taught a lesson.

Especially Chu Ruoxi, I am here to play with the rights and wrongs of my future sister-in-law, but she plays this trick, even if it is out of helplessness, I don't want to think about it, is it fair to you? If it weren't for Lang's affection and concubine's intention, if she was replaced by Jin Yu, she would have insisted that what happened to her would have happened, and she would not have to die?

I want to pull her Chu family, kill their sharp spirit, and by the way, see what kind of attitude this Chu Ruoxi has towards you, and can I put myself in your shoes. Besides, if you don't let your father out of his heart, even if Ruoxi enters the door, he won't give her a good face. You're caught in the middle, and you're torn between them. ”

Leng Qinghe was speechless when he said it, and only then did he know that Leng Qinghuan had good intentions. sighed and walked away.

In the Qiwang Mansion, Leng Qinghuan still has a mess that has not been cleaned up.

Prince Chenda had already changed his words and shouted at Murong Qi's brother-in-law and brother-in-law. This title is different from the other princes, and it seems that the relationship between the two is very close.

Moreover, his admiration for Murong Qi has not diminished in the slightest, like a surging river, endlessly. Cheng Tian put a stick between Murong Qi and Leng Qinghuan without saying anything, as if there was still a little bit of joy, and he never said anything about returning to Mobei.

Murong Qi saw that the sky was responsible for protecting his safety, accompanying him to eat and drink, and taking a bath and sauna was not a chore, but the main thing was that the emperor Lao Tzu would not reimburse him for this expense.

In addition, Jinyu's dowry is also a lot of money, and he is cold and sorrowful, how much family wealth can Murong Qi have that is worth his squandering? I am also curious, where did the white silver in Murong Qi's account come from? Does he have a gold mine?

His own emperor Lao Tzu is too unauthentic, how can he pick up this son Huo Huo when he picks up wool and leeks?

Murong Qi is hospitable, and when he sees the sky, he calls Prince Yuda a brother and sister, and takes good care of others.

The banquet in the house continues, today's ministers, tomorrow's military generals, and the people who accompany the wine also change like a marquee, and they persuade the prince to drink diligently, and they eat drunk every day, and they return happy.

Therefore, this prince has no intention of leaving Chang'an at all.

Leng Qinghuan is in a hurry, not because he lacks a mouthful of food, but because he has a lot of dreams at night. This Jinyu is a demon person, what if something bad is held back in the palace, what if there are extraneous branches?

Leng Qinghuan ordered the people in the house to prepare wine and food to entertain the future sister-in-law prince, and by the way, while the wine was hot, bargained and discussed the dowry.

During the banquet, she asked Prince Chenda very tactfully, whether Mobei has any attention to this princess, for example, the auspicious day of the zodiac, and the birthday of the dowry, whether the dowry is particular, and so on.

Prince Chenda is so familiar with these that Leng Qinghuan doubts how many princesses he has married and accumulated experience.

Leng Qinghuan was busy writing down on paper, because Prince Chenda spoke quickly and with a thick local accent, Leng Qinghuan was guessing and writing at the same time, and when it came to numbers, he habitually replaced them with Arabic numerals.

Prince Chenda craned his neck to glance at it, pointed to the number she had written down, and corrected: "Here, it's four, not fourteen, it's wrong, it's wrong." ”

Leng Qinghuan corrected it carelessly, and the tip of the pen was stunned.

She looked up at Prince Chenda in surprise: "Do you recognize these symbols?" ”