In June, the capital was hot but not stuffy, and the streets were bustling with noisy, but the Shangshu Mansion was covered with miserable and sad clouds. In the huge Shangshu Mansion, even the mothers who only care about talking on weekdays closed their mouths, fearing that the fun would be kicked out.

Ming Wenyuan, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, returned home and told his wife about the morning court. The couple immediately sat facing each other with frown.

Mrs. Ming held a handkerchief in her hand and tears fell, "Master, Qing'er is only thirteen years old, is she going to marry into Shu? Shu is remote and is a barbarian land. Where can Qing'er have a way out?"

Ming Shangshu twitched hard, and gritted his teeth and said, "Qing'er married to be a princess, not to endure hardship!"

"Why aren't you suffering? There is no better place than a capital city in that place. You can't eat anything. There are refugees everywhere on the street. What if you get hurt? There is also the one who can scare the child to cry and the King of Zhennan. Maybe he will grow up like what. If our Qing'er is scared, how can I live!" Mrs. Ming's tears became even more fierce, and the handkerchief in her hand kept wiping tears on her face.

"It's not that exaggerated. I've seen King Zhennan, and I'm so handsome..."

Before the Secretary of Ming could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mrs. Ming's crying loudly.

"What's the use of being good-looking? You're not just a group of concubines and concubines. At such an old age, I don't know how many concubines and daughters I have. How can I live in the future, my miserable Qing'er!"

Listening to the words of Mrs. Ming’s heart-wrenching words, Shangshu could only shake his head helplessly and sit aside. He also felt sour when he listened to his wife’s crying.

Ming Wenyuan has been from a wealthy family since childhood and was a wealthy family in Suzhou and Hangzhou. After passing the imperial examination, he went to Beijing to take the exam. He passed the examination in one fell swoop and married his mentor's youngest daughter. He has been loving to this day and has no concubine.

His wife, Bo, gave birth to four daughters for him. Although he had no son, Ming Wenyuan still did not take a concubine. Instead, he adopted two sons of his elder brother and adopted the second son to Bo. The four daughters were called Miaoyu Lianzhu, which means Miaoyu Lianzhu.

The eldest nephew Ming Shao won the top scorer, and his son Mingcheng became Tanhualang, and they all got married. The eldest daughter married to Suzhou, the third daughter married to the border, and the two daughters have returned once since they got married. The second daughter married to the capital, but she couldn't resist the rules in the house. It was not easy to come out once, so I would meet him.

The only youngest daughter, Sister Zhuer, is a daughter who is old and Ming Wenyuan is so spoiled. She wanted to stay for two more years and marry into a small family. With her brothers here, her life will be easier in the future. Who would have thought that a royal decree would be too generous to send someone to Shu?

The reason is very simple, just because the pearls are good for the husband!

Ming Wenyuan privately wanted to plead with the emperor. Although their little sister was not as flesh-and-hearted, she was weak and she would not go out of the door on weekdays. Very few people have seen this Miss Ming Si.

After a long time, it was reported that the fourth lady from the Ming family was terminally ill and had an extremely ugly appearance.

A terminally ill girl is a boring man for her husband!

No matter what Ming Wenyuan said in front of the emperor, he still didn't say it in the end. As long as their Xiaosi was still breathing a sigh of relief, he had to marry into Shu.
Chapter completed!