Mrs. An Guogong said, "I just brought you the words of Concubine Li. You decide how to arrange it yourself. As for Xiner, since you are not allowed, you are responsible for making the connection with her."

After saying that, Mrs. An Guo left.

Women understand women.

She was also young, and she understood Xiner's passionate love for the Fourth Prince at this moment.

How can it be extinguished just by the family members not allowing it?

Stop dreaming.

You go and persuade Xin'er and wait for Xin'er to pour cold tea on your face.

snort!

Stupid man.

Facing the sunshine above his head, Mrs. An Guogong breathed a sigh of relief.

She is different.

As the biological mother who loves her daughter, in order to cut off her daughter's love for the fourth prince, she has to solve this problem from the root.

"I asked you to inquire about something, but have you found out?"

Walking out, Duke An Guo's wife whispered to the maid beside her.

The maid immediately said: "After the beginning of spring, I have someone who has taken the scientific test and looks good. I have someone painted a portrait, and the portrait has just been sent."

Mrs. An Guogong couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Rub your hands.

"how?"

The maid said, "I probably saw that the most handsome man is Zhao Ke, the prince of Zhao Jide, the governor of Yuzhou. Moreover, this person is from an official family and has a good identity. Yuzhou is also rich, so the Zhao family should be well-off."

Mrs. An Guogong nodded with satisfaction.

"Did you bring the portrait?"

The maid took out a piece of paper folded into small squares from her sleeve and slowly unfolded it.

At first glance, Mrs. An Guogong sighed, "What a great young man, it's a pity that I'm old."

The maid...

This is for the third lady to choose a husband!

You said that is not appropriate!

"I remember that Zhao Jide was the top scholar back then. Because he could slash a pig with one palm, he was rumored to have been sighing for many years. Sure enough, a tiger father has no dog son."

The maid...

It seems that it is not appropriate to describe it like this!

Forget it, you are the wife and you have the final say.

"There is another one, Shanxi..."

Before the maid could speak, Mrs. An Guogong said, "Look at the portrait first."

The maid took out another painting from her sleeve.

After looking at it, Mrs. An Guogong shook her head, "It's not bad, but it's a bit worse than the one just now. You said that you are both human beings, why is there such a big difference in appearance?"

The maid...

There are also eighteen beautiful concubines in our mansion!

The wife of Duke Anguo's mansion waved her hand, "That's different. Women are good-looking but have no other skills. That's called a vase. I can break a vase with one finger. As a woman, appearance is naturally important, but ability is the key. How long can I last for a person with sex?"

If you have the ability, then you have the confidence.

Even if you are not in harmony with your husband, there is still capital to argue.

At worst, you can get divorced. Anyway, you can support yourself.

If you don’t have the ability, you can only let others enjoy the food.

Men are different.

If you look too ugly, you will be so greasy that you can't see when you reach middle age!

Why……

No!

Especially those who are officials who are middle-aged will easily bald and may not look good, then...

Forget it, I don't want these bad things anymore.

"You go and ask about Zhao Ke's character. I'll go back and take a look at the rest of the portrait."

The maid responded to the promise and bowed her knees to take the order.

At this time, Zhao Ke didn't know that he had become a candidate for his son-in-law, and was squatting in front of the mourning hall and handing Sun Qiyao a clean handkerchief.

Sun Qiyao answered, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and sighed.

"I always feel that although this mourning hall is set up and the coffin is also placed, Song Jin... does not seem to be really dead."

Zhao Ke...

Song Jin is not really dead. What are you doing?

Zhao Keshe couldn't give Sun Qiyao a look, so he turned his head and glared at Song Jin's coffin with anger.

"Why did Yao'er say that?"

Sun Qiyao said, "Do you remember the incident when we went to Qingquan Temple to burn incense last year?"

Zhao Ke nodded immediately.

Not to mention last year, even if it was ten years, he would remember as long as it was related to Sun Qiyao.

After all, he has a diary!

I remembered every bit of him and Sun Qiyao.

Sun Qiyao looked at the sunny sky outside and said, "There was a murder case in the backyard of Qingquan Temple. At first, it was my nose that smelled the stinky smell. If I hadn't smelled it, that person would have died unjustly."

Zhao Ke said, "Yaoer wants to say, don't you smell Song Jin's stench?"

"Yes, I've been here for so many days, and there's no weird smell."

Zhao Ke couldn't help but rub Sun Qiyao's hair.

"Fogue, how could it smell bad in just a few days? And there is constant incense here, and there is also the smell of Buddha fragrance brought by the monks."

Sun Qiyao looked up at Zhao Ke and laughed.

"What you said makes sense, maybe I'm too careful."

After saying that, I went to see Song Jin's coffin.

She really felt that it was empty inside.

This intuition is very strong.

"By the way, yesterday I heard from my father that the girl Song Jin married, her mother died because she couldn't stand her footing and she was crazy."

"Crazy?" Sun Qiyao opened her eyes wide.

Sun Ke nodded.

"That girl has a sister, this year's seventeen..."

Sun Qiyao's eyes widened.

"Sister Seventeen, how old is she? Oh my God, Song Jin not only married a tall and strong man, but also an old girl! He would not marry me a young lady who was as beautiful as a flower and prosperous as a husband, but he would marry an old girl who was a husband."

Isn’t this worthy of death?

Sun Qiyao whispered this in her mouth and didn't say it.

Zhao Ke...

Think about my feelings, okay?!

The voice was interrupted by Sun Qiyao, and Zhao Ke forced him to follow.

"My father said that Mr. Song couldn't bear it and took the orphan and widowed mother to the Song family. There are famous doctors in Kyoto. Mr. Song wanted to take the aunt to see the madness. As for her daughter, I thanked Mr. Song for her kindness and voluntarily changed her name to Song Jin and recognized Mr. Song as her adoptive father."

Sun Qiyao...

The corners of his eyes were twitching, one twitching, and another twitching.

"Change your name, Song Jin? Why is she so shameless? Why doesn't she change her name, Jade Emperor!"

Zhao Ke...

This cannot be changed, and the household registration department will not be processed.

Sun Qiyao...

He curled his lips in annoyance.

"Sister defeated her son and she directly occupied the position of her son, also known as Song Jin, and she deserved it! The whole family is so shameless, she deserves to be crazy! Mr. Song actually went to see her crazy."

Speaking of this, Sun Qiyao suddenly stopped.

"Wouldn't that be, Mr. Song is going to enter Beijing?"

Zhao Ke nodded, "My father said that when Song Jin died, Mr. Song was too stimulating and staying in Yuzhou was not conducive to his mood evacuation. Fortunately, the Song family also has business and houses in Kyoto. When Song Jin is buried, he will go there to calm down and treat the crazy aunt a little."

Upon hearing this, Sun Qiyao raised her foot and walked out.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Ke quickly followed.
Chapter completed!