"Old Taijun, after the New Year, Luan'er will be almost over, I heard my family Xinyun say that Luan'er doesn't like the Eighth Prince anymore, so does the old Taijun plan to look for a new grandson-in-law?"

With that flattering attitude, he almost didn't write the four big words "choose my son" on his face.

Although Zheng doesn't know her son's thoughts, she also likes Shen Feiluan very much because of her parents' orders and the words of the matchmaker, and she will never give in.

"Alas...... It's still Sister Wu's life, your eldest man has great ambitions, and he wants to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions. Unlike my Erlang, he spares his life very much, and he doesn't dare to do the slightest dangerous thing, and he can't be counted on to glorify his ancestors. ”

Who doesn't know that the eldest man of the Fuguo family is both civil and military, and he is quite valued by the emperor, and now he is the commander of the inner guard, which is really promising.

An Erlang is to eat, drink and have fun all his life, and the Fuguo Mansion can also cover him for a lifetime, and he does not need to work hard to make meritorious contributions and take on heavy responsibilities.

Wu's face darkened: "When a young man gallops on the battlefield, crisscrossing the four seas, the eldest husband should be in trouble and his reputation is not established, what is there to fear?" ”

"Yu Guo, Sister Wu's words are good, but Yu family, I only hope that my family Jingyue will be safe and stable, and live a life with Hemeimei."

"Then you are still married to General Huwei's mansion? Isn't it a contradiction? ”

The old lady smiled and played a round game: "What you said makes sense, but my family is old and has my own ideas." Her marriage must be willing by herself, otherwise my wife will not persecute her. ”

The old lady said so, and the two of them didn't argue, just mention it to their son when they got home, and they must go to Shen Feiluan more to brush up their good feelings.

Shen Feiluan, who was scrambling, didn't know that he was so sought-after, and went to the marriage tree in the temple with Yang Xinyun and Jing Jingyue.

Jing Yue is about to marry Xue Junze, the sister-in-law of General Huwei, and Yang Xinyun has to ask them to come to the marriage tree together to ask for a hundred years of marriage.

The marriage tree of Sheng'an Temple grows very strangely, it is two trees of the same species, and the main trunk of the tree stands on one side of the river, and the stream flows between the two trees. The two trunks are tilted over the river and merge into one, and then the two trees grow separately.

The foliage is dense, like a green canopy covering the river. Looking from afar, the different plants are connected with the branches, like lovers hugging each other, lingering affection, looking at the reflection of the shadow of the tree closely, like a mandarin duck playing in the water, and a phoenix wearing flowers, just like the most desirable and unswerving love of people.

Therefore, the people of the Daye Dynasty firmly believe that as long as the red silk with the names of the two people is hung on a high place, they can stay together and love each other.

The marriage tree has a history of 100 years, and the red silk on the tree is so much that it bends the branches, and when the wind blows, the red silk flutters and flutters, and it is very good-looking.

Yang Xinyun bought three pieces of red silk in the temple and gave them to Shen Feiluan and Jing Yue: "Sister Yue, you write first." ”

She is the only one of the three who is getting married.

Although Quiet Moon is shy, she is not a twisted person, and in the face of the enthusiasm of the two good sisters, she happily wrote "Xue Junze, Quiet Moon" on the red silk, and then tied a small stone under the red silk and threw it towards the tree.

The red silk fell between the branches of the tree, drowning in a large area of fiery red.

Shen Feiluan looked at Yang Xinyun who jumped up and clapped her hands and Jingyue who lowered her head and smiled lightly, and only felt that the years were quiet.

It's nice that her sisters are alive and well!

"Luan'er, what about you? Do you have someone you like? ”

Just as she was stunned, Yang Xinyun opened a pair of round eyes again, staring curiously at the red silk in her hand: "Luan'er, you also write the person you like." ”

Pray for the marriage tree, but you can't meet the scumbag like the Eighth Prince who thinks differently.

Favorite people...... Is it?

Somehow, a demonic and handsome face appeared in Shen Feiluan's mind.

She closed her eyes in fright, then opened them again, trying to dispel the image from her head.

But the wicked man handed out the jade wrench, his face was expressionless, but he could see that people and gods were angry, and said in a low and cold voice: "Take it, take it as you like." ”

What's going on with the heart beating inexplicably?

Is it because he was too overbearing when he said the phrase "take it casually", or was the action of giving the jade wrench too refreshing?

"Luan'er? Luan'er? ”

Yang Xinyun's voice went from far to near: "What's wrong with you?" What are you doing? ”

Shen Feiluan shook his head and said decisively: "I don't have anyone I like. ”

Xinyun was quirky, probably trying to get her brother Yang Tingyu's name out of her mouth.

I didn't hear it, and she still looked a little lost.

Shen Feiluan smiled, wrote the names of the three of them on the red silk, and then threw the marriage tree: "It's not only love that can grow old together, for a long time, we sisters can too!" I begged the marriage tree so that the three of us would never be separated. ”

Yang Xinyun was happy, and also wrote the names of three people on the red silk: "Marriage tree, marriage tree, my red silk will make us stay together for a long time!" ”

The sound of the wind blowing the trees seemed to respond to her words.

"Cut!"

There was a sound of laughter from the other side of the tree, Shen Feiluan moved two steps, and saw Murong Zhai with Liu Pianran, who was also tying red silk.

The one who laughed shamefully was Liu Pianran's maid Xing'er.

Shen Feiluan lowered his face coldly: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Xing'er glared innocently: "Did the slave smile?" Second Miss, you heard me wrong! ”

Shen Feiluan took a long step, walked in front of Xing'er in three or two steps, slapped her hard, and looked at her with an arrogant expression.

"You...... Why are you hitting me? ”

"Did I hit you? Are you hallucinating? ”

Let Xing'er fight back, that is absolutely not that daring, she covered her face, and ran behind Liu Pianran crying, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

"Cousin Luan'er!"

Shen Feiluan disapprovingly protected Xing'er: "How can you beat someone for no reason?" ”

"If you talk nonsense, I'll fight you together."

Shen Feiluan rolled his eyes: "It's not the Eighth Prince's side concubine!" You just want to play music with me, don't you know what identity you are? ”

Liu Pianran bit her lip, tears rolling in her eyes.

She is afraid that her mother's will be exposed to her subordinates, and her position as a side concubine will not be guaranteed!

Now everyone knows that Liu Pianran has snatched her sweetheart, she and the Eighth Prince have broken up, and she doesn't pretend to be a dignified and elegant lady.

Scumbags and, once they see it, they scold it once, and they beat it twice when they see it.

Never wronged yourself.

"You're too presumptuous."

Murong Zhai frowned and looked at her: "I'm still here, you dare to treat her like this, if I'm not here, do you have to bully her to death?" ”

"You're gone? Are you dead? ”

Shen Feiluan was like a child, learning from Ma Liu, raising his chin slightly, and looking Murong Zhai up and down: "Do you have a hidden disease?" Will it die that early? Don't forget to let me know when the time comes, I'm going to like to eat the most. ”

She...... How dare she ...... How dare you curse the prince to die?

Murong Zhai was about to go crazy.