Before, Mingtai really hoped that Ming Xingjian could marry Yan Mingzhu, but today after discovering that Yan Mingzhu was very similar to his sister, he felt a little unhappy again.
"You are taking advantage of this boy. If my sister were at Miss Yan's age and met someone like Xing Jian, I would not agree. The brat is only a fifth-grade Taichang Temple Shaoqing, and he is far from qualified.
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Mrs. Ming was amused by Mingtai's disdainful tone, "Husband, how can a father despise his own son so much? If it were like Xing Jian, he won three yuan in a row at the age of eighteen, and became the youngest prince at the age of twenty.
Changsi Shaoqing,
If you are not worthy of Miss Yan, then I am afraid it will be difficult for Miss Yan to get married in this life. You, you can’t use your sister-in-law’s standards to choose a son-in-law for another girl.
This is the only person who can be conferred the title of general of the auxiliary country."
Azhu of the Ming family was unprecedented and unprecedented. At her height, ordinary people did not even have the chance to look up to her.
This is why, in the previous life, Yan Mingzhu was still unmarried at the age of twenty, and the Ming family was not in a hurry.
Because in Mingtai's heart, no one is worthy of his extremely beautiful sister!
"This little girl from the Yan family is not bad at all. If she doesn't work hard, people will look down on her, and she deserves it."
Mrs. Ming was funny and helpless at the same time. Just because Mingtai felt that Yan Mingzhu was very similar to Mingzhu, she even looked down on her eldest son, who had always been outstanding. Ming Xingjian was afraid when she heard her father's words.
It's about to bring tears to my eyes.
And here, Ming Xingjian personally escorted Yan Mingzhu out of the house.
Walking on the narrow path, Ming Xingjian apologized apologetically: "Miss Yan, I'm really sorry. My father didn't mean it. It's just that in these years, he has always refused to accept the fact that my sister-in-law is no longer here.
Seeing that you are somewhat similar to my sister-in-law, I asked you a few more questions, but he didn’t mean any harm and I hope Miss Yan won’t be offended.”
Yan Mingzhu looked at him gently, like an elder looking at a junior who has achieved success in his career, feeling pleased and sighing.
"How could I be so strange? If I really say it, it's too late for me to be envious. If I had a biological brother who loved me so much, I would be able to laugh out of my dreams."
Hearing this, Ming Xingjian suddenly remembered Yan Mingzhu's family situation.
Yan Mingzhu does have a biological brother, but he is a half-brother, and this so-called brother is worse than a beast. He and Yan Qinglian have bullied Yan Mingzhu since they were young.
These things were also what Ming Xingjian heard from others after getting to know Yan Mingzhu.
Although the description is not complete, one can still imagine what Yan Mingzhu's life was like in the past.
A person who lost the protection of her biological mother, was not loved by her biological father, and had a stepmother who was carried up from the outer room. You can imagine with your feet how those people tormented her overtly and covertly.
Ming Xingjian looked at Yan Mingzhu with a distressed expression, "If Miss Yan doesn't mind, the Ming family is your other family. I'm four years older than the girl, so Miss Yan can call me brother."
Pfft, Yan Mingzhu was amused by the sound of brother.
It was quite sad at first, but her nephew actually took advantage of her sadness and tried to take advantage of her.
She was his biological aunt, so he asked his aunt to call him brother. Fortunately, he could figure out that there was not even the slightest difference in generational differences!
"Young Master Ming is overly worried. I never take those bastards from Pingchang Earl's Palace seriously. I have a brother and the entire Yongyi Marquis Palace is my backer, so I don't feel aggrieved."
The Yongyi Hou Mansion is now unable to protect itself, not to mention that all the sons of the Yuan family have died in the battle, so where did she get her brother?
Ming Xingjian only thought that Yan Mingzhu was pretending to be strong, but she did not continue the topic and handed over the banknote instead.
"This is three hundred taels, Miss Yan, do you want to count it?"
Yan Mingzhu took it directly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Young Master, I will pay you back as soon as possible."
Just as Ming Xingjian was about to say something, a cold voice sounded: "How she is doing, you don't need to worry about it as an outsider."
Hearing the sound and looking over, he saw Qi Jue standing at the main entrance of Ming Mansion.
He seemed to have just come from the military camp, chasing the wind and swaying his pony tail, following him.
When his eyes met Yan Mingzhu's, Qi Jue stretched out a big hand with clear joints, "Come here."
"His Royal Highness King Dingbei came to the Ming Mansion in person. We are not far away to welcome him, but we have important things to do at the moment. If His Highness has nothing to do, can you go into the Mansion and sit down for a while?"
While speaking, Ming Xingjian glanced at the boy beside him, and the boy immediately stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation.
"How big of a presence does the Ming Mansion have to allow me to come here in person?"
Obviously, Qi Jue lost his patience and even his tone became colder.
The moment the two men's eyes met, there seemed to be a crackling sound in the air, as if a battle was about to break out!
Yan Mingzhu sighed helplessly in her heart. These two people were unhappy with each other as soon as they met, and they could get into a fight without even saying a few words.
"Master Ming, His Royal Highness King Dingbei is here to see me. Thank you very much for today. I will send you here. I will take my leave first."
Ming Xingjian instinctively reached out and grabbed the corner of Yan Mingzhu's sleeve.
Yan Mingzhu turned back and looked at him with doubts, but she was extremely patient, "Is there anything else?"
"I just saw Miss Yan that you finished eating the steamed sugar cake. I think you like it very much. If you get greedy in the future, Miss Yan can come to Ming Mansion at any time."
Just as Yan Mingzhu was about to agree, her other arm was grabbed.
Qi Jue's cold and impatient voice sounded above his head: "Isn't it just a bowl of steamed and baked sugar? Prince Dingbei's palace has more, but Ming's palace will be short of your bowl..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Mingzhu covered her mouth hurriedly.
Sugar steamed pastry cake was developed by Mrs. Ming Dynasty when she was still alive. It is the only one in heaven and earth.
Except for the Ming family, no one else knew about it, but if the Ming family knew that Dingbei Palace also had sugar steamed cakes, they would only need to check carefully to know that it came out of her mouth.
What's more, Mingtai's interrogation of her in such detail just now clearly casts doubt on her identity. If this reaches Mingtai's ears, wouldn't it be telling him in disguise that she has an unusual relationship with the Ming family?
relation?
"Your Highness, let's go, I'm a little tired."
Qi Jue gave Ming Xingjian a cold glance, and after hearing her say she was tired, he took her hand and led her away in front of Ming Xingjian.
Yan Mingzhu got on the carriage first, and Qi Jue handed the reins of Zhui Feng to Feiyun. Before getting on the carriage, he gave Ming Xingjian a warning look.
"Brother, why are you standing at the door? Aren't you going to send Miss Yan back to Yongyihou's mansion?"