"Can't we just want them to pay it back?"

"The old marshal is also a stubborn temper. OK. I'll find another opportunity to go to Yan Mansion and talk to the old marshal. Don't cry."

After hearing his words, Liang Yuzhen breathed a sigh of relief. Although she had little hope, she still had to try it. She really didn't want Zhu'er to marry into an official family and suffer. She enjoyed endless wealth and honor, but who would know about all kinds of sorrow and pain?

There are probably more than three wives and four concubines. If it were Rilang, at least she could take care of Zhu'er and not let Zhu'er suffer grievances. However, the child did not like Zhu'er, and they could not force him...

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It was late at night, but the palace was still brightly lit. The person sitting on the high seat was Dianzi, and his hand, frowned slightly and frowned, suddenly stopped.

"Old Lou, look." The man in a dragon robe stood up, walked around the desk and handed the memorial to the old man who was sitting leisurely drinking tea.

The old man with white beard put the teacup in his hand aside, opened the note and swept it, and said, "Marson of Yan, please ask His Majesty to give his grandson a marriage?"

"Yes, I really didn't expect that Marshal Yan would write such a memorial. Since he left the court, he no longer asked about anything. Moreover, Yan Weile inherited his title and made many military achievements in recent years."

As he said that, he was silent for a moment, and then said: "Although the Yan family has been loyal and kind for generations, they can hold most of the military power of the Shengyuan Dynasty, which has always been my heartbreak."

"Your Majesty is right. The Yan family is the most wanted by all forces. The old fox in Luozhong Bank has always wanted to marry his daughter to Yan Weile."

"If the Yan family and the Luo family marry, it will be even more difficult for Luo Zhongzhan to eliminate the power of the court." The man walked back and forth a few times, with doubts in his words, "But, who is the Zhuge family? Old Marshal Yan actually

He wrote a memorial in person and asked me to give them a marriage." He really didn't expect that Marshal Yan, who had always been low-key, had asked for one move.

"The old minister of the Zhuge family has heard of it." Lou Shiyi touched his long white beard and then said, "I said that their family is a family that sells rice and grain, and has been in business for several generations. Now,

He is also a rich figure in Shengjing."
Chapter completed!