Fu Cha Huanzhen hurriedly got off the horse, supported Huang Jitian with both hands, and said, "You are a minister for your brother. You have absolutely no reason to bow to your ministers. These words were just a moment of emotion. If the prince feels something, he will think about it carefully. It will not be a waste of my thoughts. If the prince does not agree, then listen to it, such a great gift will definitely not be possible no matter how it is."

Fu Chahuan was really polite and made Huang Jitian feel a little uncomfortable.

He thought this would be an excellent opportunity to bring each other closer together, but at the most critical moment, Fucha Huanzhen took a step back.

If Fu Cha Huanzhen received this gift, then the most powerful counselor around his father would be his supporter, which would be of great benefit to him in the subsequent struggle for the throne. But Fu Cha Huanzhen was obviously unwilling to express his opinion easily. This step of retreating would make Huang Jitian's confidence-filled punch fall into the empty space, which was complicated.

However, Huang Jitian is definitely not someone who will give up easily. For a qualified politician, the first thing he needs to have is a thick-skinned enough.

Huang Jitian seemed to have not noticed the implication of Fu Chahuan. He smiled sarcastically and said, "Although I am the prince, I am in the situation and have many things that I can't see clearly. I have to be grateful if I have some advice from Mr. I will not accept it. In my heart, Mr. Fu Cha is first, and then Mr. Fu Cha."

After saying that, Huang Jitian did not give Fu Cha Huanzhen the chance to speak on this topic again. He then said: "Sir, Ling Yuan's husband has been dead on the battlefield for three years. Now three years of mourning have passed. Ling Yuan is still in the best years of women. Can you consider choosing another son-in-law?"

Fu Cha Huanzhen frowned, and he sighed: "I have considered it, but I didn't find a good family. I am not afraid of laughing at the prince. I only have this only daughter and have a son in my old age, so I naturally spoiled and spoiled. Now she has become a widow, but I also hope to find a good family that can treat her well after I have been a hundred years. It's just that the widow can remarry. Although our Jin Kingdom is not as polite as Qin Kingdom, and I don't care much about the past of women. But I asked several families, but they are just concubines. I want to... let her be the wife."

Huang Jitian looked clear when he heard this.

Even in the Jin Dynasty, where the customs of the people are relatively open, a widow would not be unable to get married if she wanted to get married, but she wanted to be a wife... It was a bit whimsical.

The man also wants shame.

However, if Fu Chahuan is really in a position and is willing to accommodate him, it is not impossible to find a widow-wedding daughter who is willing to marry him as his wife, but obviously the other party's family background and other aspects must be inequality with Fu Chahuan. Judging from Fu Chahuan's true meaning, he obviously does not want to avenge his daughter.

It would be a bit too much to find a family that can marry his widow's daughter as his wife and have to be a good match.

But Huang Jitian is not afraid of him being too much, but he is afraid of him not being too much.

After making up his mind, Huang Jitian gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, what do you think of me?"

As soon as this said, Fu Chahuan was stunned for a while with his real concentration.

He looked at Huang Jitian with an extremely strange look, of course not on his appearance, but on the purpose of his words.

In order to get his own support, the Thirteenth Prince really took the initiative.
Chapter completed!