Rong Wu took two carrier pigeons into the prince's study: "Your Highness, there is news from Yuntu. ”

Rong Jingting raised his head and glanced at the two carrier pigeons in Rong Wu's hand: "Why are there two?" ”

"I received two in succession, and my subordinates didn't even look at them, so they brought them." Rong Wu took out two small notes from the bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg and put them in front of Rong Jingting: "They were all sent by Yuntu." ”

"Send two letters at a time, could it be that something happened to the little junior sister?" Rong Jingting's handsome and comfortable face became solemn.

Rong Wu's face also showed some anxiety.

Rong Jingting unfolded the first note that Rong Wu gave him: "Someone pretended to be someone from Maverick Village and said that he was Zhen Zhen's fiancé. ”

"My subordinates have checked, the fiancé of the little junior sister is only the prince of Dingguo, and almost all the people in Xiaoniu Village died in the famine, and those who survived have not returned to Xiaoniu Village for decades." Rong Wu held back his anger and said: "This person is so bold, he even wants to take advantage of our little junior sister." ”

"If you want to get it, it depends on whether they have this life." After reading the second note, Rong Jingting curled his two fingers and shot the note towards Rong Wu.

Rong Wu raised his hand to catch the note, and after reading it, his brows furrowed: "An Ning Hou's An Ran's An Ran, does this want to die?" ”

"The seventeenth prince of the Rong clan wrote to me that he wanted to marry a beautiful woman from the Central Plains, if I remember correctly, this An Ran's beauty is not much worse than Yan Jiajia?" Rong Jingting took a blank fold from the bookcase, and wrote a few strokes with a brush: "You asked Wu Nei to send it to the palace." ”

When he had finished writing, and when the ink had dried, he picked up a letter from the side and slipped it into the fold.

"The subordinates reported to His Royal Highness before that Yan Jiajia and Yan Bohe wanted to marry the little junior sister to the son who broke his leg in An Ninghou, and the little junior sister let the dog scare Mrs. An Ninghou into making a fool of herself. Maybe it's because at this time, An Ran holds a grudge against the little junior sister. "Rong Wudao.

"It's okay!" Rong Jingting's expression had returned to normal, indifferent and cold, and he pinched the first note with his slender fingers: "It's good to send it." Dare to attack my little junior sister, I hope this Miss An likes the surprise I gave her. ”

Rong Wu took the fold, turned around and asked, "Do you want to tell the little junior sister that His Royal Highness has done so many things for her?" ”

Rong Jingting waved his hand: "The five of us have deceived Zhen Zhen so many things, and we don't know how to end it yet." ”

Hearing this, Rong Wuyi's sparse face also swelled up with some strangeness: "My subordinates don't dare to see my little junior sister recently." I was afraid that she would ask her subordinates what the five senior brothers were busy with. ”

Rong Wu gave the letter to Wu Nei, who entered the palace without stopping for a moment and gave it to Zhang Dezuo. That Zhang Dezuo accepted the fold and glanced up and down at Wu Neishi: "Small table, serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince well." When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't summon you, except for the one inside, whoever looked for you, you had to be blind, deaf and dumb. ”

"Godfather, the little one remembers." Wu's name is Xiaozhuo, and Zhang Dezuo calls him a small table.

"Let's go back and do our errands." Zhang Dezuo was very satisfied with Wu Xiaozhuo's attitude. Waved him away, and he himself pushed the door into the study.

Wu Xiaozhuo walked a few steps, walked back again, and whispered in Zhang Dezuo's ear: "Godfather, the imperial doctor in the house is lazy, either eating or sleeping, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince coughed up blood when he saw the wind, and he didn't see him come to ask for the pulse. ”

"Got it, got it, let's go." Zhang Dezuo was dressed properly, pushed open the door of the study and walked in.

Emperor Rong glanced up: "Little Dezi, I seem to have heard the voice of your godson in the Prince's Mansion." ”

Zhang Dezuo took a few steps closely: "The old slave really can't hide it from His Majesty, the old slave chatted with the small table for a few words, he came to send this." He put the things in his hand in front of Emperor Rong respectfully: "The imperial physician sent to the prince's mansion seems to be the person over there, the old slave listened to the small table, and the prince coughed up blood." ”

"Ting'er's body can only be well maintained." Emperor Rong opened the fold handed by Rong Jingting, and read the letter in the fold: "The seventeenth prince of the Rong clan has no possibility of inheriting the unification of the Rong clan at all, how can Ting'er befriend him?" This kid - can the county lord be sealed casually? The child of Anninghou's family should also be up. ”

"Your Majesty, the old slave doesn't understand what Your Majesty is saying." Zhang Dezuo bowed his body and added some water to Emperor Rong's inkstone on the side: "The old slave only knows that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to share His Majesty's worries, but unfortunately his body is too weak......"

Zhang Dezuo sighed softly.

"I didn't say anything, I wrote an edict, you go to the Anning Marquis Mansion to announce it, give An Ninghou a separate reminder, the county lord marries outside, it is the good of the two clans, let him watch his daughter-in-law." After Emperor Rong finished writing the edict, when Zhang Dezuo left, he picked up Rong Jingting's recital and the letter and looked at it carefully.

In the past few years, every year before and after Zhang Guifei's Hundred Flowers Banquet, the Rong people have to send envoys to the capital.

The seventeenth prince of the Rong clan has only come once, but the sixth prince, the eighth prince and the ninth prince have come more often, and it is rumored that the seventeenth prince is not favored, and the sixth prince and the ninth prince are more likely to succeed to the throne.

Emperor Rong pinched his eyebrows, he wrote the number "eight" on a piece of paper, drew a few circles, and circled "eight": "It turns out that your Hundred Flowers Banquet is in advance, and it is actually for this...... My emperor must be compromised, very good, very good......"

Zhang Dezuo went to the Anning Marquis Mansion to announce the decree, and after mentioning the Anning Marquis alone, not long after, the news that An Ran was named the "Lord of Changning County" spread all over the capital.

In the Anning Hou Mansion, Mrs. An Ning Hou said in surprise: "Now we are a unique upstart in the capital, and even our mansion has glory." ”

"What are you happy about?" An Ninghou scolded his wife: "Do you know what Manager Zhang just told me?" ”

"What did you say? Ran'er was named the county lord, and this old thing is just the head of the Ouchi, and he also has to give the county lord of our family......"

Syllable!

An Ninghou slapped him.

Mrs. An Ninghou covered her face and looked at him in shock: "You actually dare to hit me?" ”

"Shut up!" An Ninghou scolded his wife: "Chief Manager Zhang told me privately that the Holy Lord may have other arrangements for Ran'er's marriage. If that's the case, Ji Junhou will retreat, I'm afraid that General Manager Zhang will understand the wrong holy will, if we retreat there, the holy side will ......."

Mrs. An Ninghou finally understood, and she grabbed An Ninghou in a panic: "Then what do you say?" ”

An Ninghou stroked his beard: "I'll find a way to ask Manager Zhang later, you go to Ji Junhou to leak some words, to the effect that if the saint has no other arrangements for Ran'er's marriage, we will still be married, and if the saint has other plans, we are willing to make compensation." ”