He Changdi sighed and shook his head. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast.

The eldest brother is the most upright and attaches great importance to filial piety, regardless of whether this matter is set up by his aunt and mother, but things have already happened and cannot be changed.

If his grandmother insisted on letting him marry Pan Nianzhen, he probably wouldn't refuse.

Even if the two will not be happy after marriage, he will not refuse.

This is actually a disguised abandonment and despair on the part of He Changqi, which is very detrimental to himself.

"Can't you persuade the eldest brother?" Chu Lian proposed.

He Changdi shook his head again.

The three of them grew up together, and although he was almost ten years behind his eldest brother, he still knew him well.

Because He Changqi is the eldest grandson of the family, he has been instilled with the idea of supporting the 'door' since he was a child, loving his younger brother, and being honest and responsible. In the Dawu Dynasty, the country was governed by filial piety, and the younger generations rarely violated the entrustment and decisions of the elders under normal circumstances.

Not to mention a senior like Mrs. He.

Although He Changdi has a lot of weight in the house, he is a junior after all, and he has no prestige in front of his eldest brother, even if he persuades him, He Changqi will not listen.

If you want to change the decision of Lao Taijun and He Changqi, I am afraid that only my father Jing Anbo can do it.

Chu Lian listened to He Sanlang's explanation, and hurriedly said: "It's not that Dad is coming back soon, let's quickly write a letter to Dad and tell Dad about it." ”

He Changdi was reminded by Chu Lian like this, and hurriedly got up and came to the bookcase, picked up the pen and wrote a letter quickly.

When the letter was sent out by Wenlan, the young couple finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Jing Anbo can come back in advance, the marriage between He Dalang and Pan Nianzhen will not be completed.

Chu Lian and He Changdi talked for a while, and the two went to take a lunch break together.

In the wing room of Qingyun Hall, Pan Nianzhen was lying on the 'bed', and she had fainted several times from crying.

This morning, she was "caught" and "raped" in the 'bed' by He Changdi and Chu Lian, she was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and her emotions collapsed instantly.

She still can't believe that the person she mustered up thousands of courages to sacrifice herself would be He Changqi, a tall and burly bear!

The prince charming in her heart became a "bear", and Pan Nianzhen hated to die headlong, but in the end, her reason still prevented her from this idea.

Although she was extremely unwilling, she did not have the courage to hang herself.

After a while, the aunt 'milk' and 'milk' He Ying came in.

She saw the 'girl' with a pale face and a haggard face sighed helplessly, stepped forward, and sat on the side of the bed.

"Sister Zhen, didn't my mother arrange it for you at that time, how can you ...... How could it go wrong?"

Although He Ying is pungent and selfish, she is really good to Pan Nianzhen, her own 'daughter', otherwise Pan Nianzhen would not have been taught so crookedly by her.

Where did Pan Nianzhen dare to tell her mother the truth at this time. How dare she say that she actually has other thoughts.

Her goal is not He Erlang at all, but He Saburo.

The mother-in-law sent by He Changdi to the backyard to inquire about the news was the person she arranged.

"Mother, the 'girl' was 'confused' and 'confused' at the time, and I don't know how to 'get it wrong'. ”

As soon as she mentioned this, Pan Nianzhen's swollen eyes flowed with tears again, she threw herself into He Ying's arms, and said mournfully: "Mother, what should the 'daughter' do now?" The 'daughter' can't live anymore......

He Ying wanted to say that the 'daughter' was not angry, she had arranged everything single-handedly, and she could still make mistakes, but looking at the current appearance of the 'daughter', she couldn't bear to be harsh.

She sighed, "What can I do, you can only marry Da Lang now!" she said with a sense of firmness.

Pan Nianzhen 'pumped' and 'pumped' to ride, obviously reluctantly.

Knowing the 'female' Mo Ruo's mother, He Ying understands the virtue of her 'female', the three young masters of the He family, if it is about talent and appearance, He Sanlang will definitely be top-notch, followed by He Erlang, but the eldest grandson He Dalang looks like Jing Anbo, and it is not conspicuous.

However, He Saburo got married last year, and He Dalang shouldn't have considered it, but who told him that he had already divorced and had no son.

It's a good choice to think about it now.

When a 'female' family chooses a husband, they can't completely look at their faces, they also have to have status and status.

Pan Nianzhen raised her teary eyes and resisted cowardly, "Can ...... However, I don't like my big cousin......"

He Ying really hates iron and steel, where can she talk about it now, she can't look at it, her body is lost, and it's useless to look at it.

But she can't say this bluntly to hit the 'girl', she can only comfort the 'girl' from a different angle.

"Although your eldest cousin looks ordinary, he is the eldest grandson of Bofu, and your uncle will be old in the future, and the title will be passed on to him. If you marry your eldest cousin, you will be Mrs. Jing Anbo in the future, your eldest cousin has no male heir, if you give birth to a boy, it will be the little son of Jing Anbo Mansion in the future, and your grandmother will only love you more. ”

He Ying persuaded bitterly, Pan Nianzhen looked better on her face, but in fact, only she knew what she thought in her heart.

Half an hour later, He Ying got up.

"Okay, everything my mother wants to say has been said, you have to think about whether what your mother said makes sense. ”

Pan Nianzhen nodded dumbly, He Ying bent down and 'touched' the 'girl's hair, sighed lightly and left Pan Nianzhen's room.

When He Ying left, Pan Nianzhen sat at the head of the 'bed' for a long time.

Suddenly, she looked up at the maid next to her, Ping 'Lu', "Ping 'Lu', do you think I should accept my fate like this?"

Ping 'Lu' lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Pan Nianzhen, her eyes wandered and dodged, and she whispered back after a while: "Slave...... The slave didn't dare to say anything......"

It seemed that Pan Nianzhen didn't really need her answer, she lowered her eyes, and her voice was so low that only she could hear it.

"I'm not reconciled......"

Xiao Bojian, who had just come out of the Six Princes' Mansion, received a letter from Wei Jia.

Xiao Bojian took the letter and got into the carriage first, and Wei Jia also got in.

As soon as Wei Jia sat down, he heard his master ask, "Who's?"

Wei Jia shook his head, "My subordinates don't know, it was delivered to my subordinates by a child on the street early this morning. I just say it's for you, my master. ”

"What about people?"

"The subordinate has been 'forced' to ask, and the child doesn't know anything, just accepts the money and delivers a letter. ”

Xiao Bojian's face flashed with gloom, he tore open the envelope, unfolded the letter inside, and scanned the contents of the letter paper with ten lines at a glance.

When he found out what was mentioned in the letter, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his hand holding the letter paper trembled.

Xiao Bojian's excessively beautiful face suddenly rose a 'flush', which was not angry, but 'excited'.

He clutched the letter tightly, trying his best to suppress the emotion in his heart that was about to burst out.

However, at this time, he is still young, and he does not have the calmness and spiciness.

The guard on the opposite side saw that the master's face was tense, his expression was distorted, as if he was depressed and seemed to want to vent, he asked with some concern, "Master, what's wrong?"

Wei Jia's words pulled Xiao Bojian back, he hurriedly adjusted the expression on his face, and threw the letter in his hand into the charcoal basin placed in the carriage with a raised hand.

In a flash of fire, the letter had turned to ashes.