Chapter 72: Pusher
"Brother Huang?"
"King Shuo?"
Feng Yufei and Jiang Yu spoke almost at the same time, and after speaking, Feng Yufei looked at Jiang Yu suspiciously, and said, "Why did he come?" ”
Jiang Yu spread his hands and stood up: "Eight has become a matter of marriage." ”
Stepping down the steps of the gazebo, he walked out and said, "You go back to your room and hide, no matter what happens, you don't have to come out." ”
Feng Yufei thought that he would let her leave through the back door of the bedroom like she did last time.
He didn't say anything, she was going to go through the back door too. opened his mouth to say hello to him, but saw that he was walking quickly in a hurry, so he had to give up and carry the medicine box into the bedroom.
As soon as Jiang Yu walked to the door of the hanging flowers, he bumped into Jiang Sheng, who was striding in.
The two almost bumped into each other.
Fortunately, Jiang Yu reacted quickly and avoided it sideways.
The guard who followed behind Jiang Sheng pleaded guilty with a bitter face: "Lord Wang, the little one told King Shuo that you were recuperating from your injuries, but King Shuo had to enter the mansion, and the little one really couldn't stop ......."
Jiang Yu raised his hand: "Go down." ”
The guards bowed as if they had been pardoned, and then withdrew without stopping.
After he left, Jiang Yu took two steps back and respectfully bowed to Jiang Sheng: "I don't know that the imperial brother is coming, and I hope that the imperial brother will forgive me." ”
Jiang Sheng had a calm and uncertain face: "Does the matter of marriage have anything to do with you?" ”
It turned out that he had come to Xingshi to ask about his sin.
Jiang Yu stood up straight, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and his momentum was neither tough nor humble. He said in an unhurried tone: "Why did the imperial brother say this? ”
In the room, Feng Yufei was also listening.
In fact, a few times, she almost asked Jiang Sheng's words.
It's just that for some reason, subconsciously I don't think he will.
Stick your ear closer to the crack in the door.
Jiang Sheng's face was faintly angry: "What kind of garlic to pretend?" If it weren't for you doing *** behind your back, how could the emperor suddenly order me to marry Zhi'er's sister? ”
Jiang Yu smiled.
Jiang Sheng became more and more annoyed: "What are you laughing at?" ”
Jiang Yu smiled, straightened his expression, and said with a serious face: "Brother Huang, do you know where Su Lilan is from?" ”
Jiang Sheng said coldly: "Naturally, I know." ”
Jiang Yudao: "Then the imperial brother should understand that the forces behind her are not only the Prime Minister's Mansion, but also the Jiang family. If I contribute to the success of the marriage of the imperial brother, then dare to ask the imperial brother, what good will it do me to give up the power of the Su and Jiang families to the imperial brother? ”
Not only is it not beneficial, but its position in the DPRK and China is even more unstable.
Jiang Sheng was stunned.
After a while, the general asked suspiciously: "Is it really not you?" ”
Jiang Yutou shook his head slightly: "I haven't been generous enough to help others pave the way for my future, but I heard from the people around my father that Jiang Tuo entered the palace a few days ago to beg my father." ”
"Jiang Tuo?" Jiang Sheng suddenly understood.
Yesterday two holy decrees were read, both related to the Jiang family. One is to correct Jiang Yunzhu and make her a flat wife, and the second is to let him marry Su Lilan.
It sounds like the Su family's scenery, but in fact, it is the Jiang family that has to be cheap.
The daughter of a dignified general marries someone else as a concubine, even if the other party is a prime minister, she will also be ridiculed. With the position of a wife, Jiang Yunzhu is no longer a concubine, and her daughter has also become a noble concubine, and she also robbed the marriage that should have belonged to Su Yuanzhi.
It was a beautiful turnaround.
From yesterday to now, he has been angry, and he didn't even think about it.
The "creak" of the posterior molar grinding: "Dare to fight the idea of this king!" ”