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    "Sister" As soon as the eldest lady of Zhuang Jian Palace finished her words, a young lady behind her looked at Fu Minghua impatiently: "Hurry up, we are already late."

    When the eldest lady heard this, a smile appeared on her face. Fu Minghua understood the meaning of their words and declined the invitation of the eldest lady Zhuang Jian. He turned aside and let the girls pass first.

    The scholar surnamed Lu brought by Du Xuanzhen is probably Lu Changyuan.

    She stood here for a long time, feeling cold all over. She guessed that Lu Changyuan should have finished painting, so she followed the direction where a group of young ladies from Duke Zhuang Jian's residence had left.

    Unexpectedly, in the courtyard ahead, a crowd of people gathered around. Standing on the high veranda, she saw the third prince Yan Zhuizheng competing with Lu Changyuan in a cyan robe in swordsmanship.

    The swords held by the two of them were not unsheathed, but the atmosphere was very solemn.

    Yan Zhui had a ruthless expression on his face, forcing Lu Changyuan, who did not dare to hurt him, to retreat step by step.

    She doesn¡¯t understand martial arts, but she can also see that Lu Changyuan can¡¯t stand it any longer.

    Lu Changyuan is a serious person on the surface, but in fact he is extremely contradictory. He can stick to his loyalty to the former Chen Dynasty, but he can also be tactful and experienced in dealing with things.

    At this time, even though he has been really fired, he can hold back and keep silent.

    Yan Zhui knew that he was afraid, so he struck without any scruples. Even if the sword was not unsheathed, it still hurt when it hit someone. After a few more times, Lu Changyuan finally couldn't help but block it.

    He thinks very highly of himself, but at this time, he is being suppressed and beaten by Yan Zhui, who is much younger than him. He is just like a toy for people's entertainment. He thinks over and over again. If he tolerates a little or two, it will show his loyalty, but if he tolerates it again and again,  , spread to Du Xuanzhen¡¯s ears, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s hard to avoid thinking that he has no blood.

    Lu Changyuan got angry and was about to fight back, but he didn't expect Yan Zhui to strike sharply and hit him on the thigh with a sword. He was startled, and endured the pain to get rid of him, but he didn't expect his fingertips to be in the scabbard of the sword.  With the last move, there was a harsh sound, and the scabbard flew out along with Lu Changyuan's force. Silver light flashed, and the sword landed on Lu Changyuan's neck, causing him to break out in cold sweat.

    Although he still tried to remain calm, his cheek muscles were twitching slightly.

    Yan Zhui threw away the sword in his hand, turned around and walked towards Qi Shao, took the towel he held in both hands to wipe his face, and then looked at Fu Minghua on the veranda.

    The people around him finally came to their senses. The lady breathed a sigh of relief and praised:

    "Your Highness is brave."

    Lu Changyuan was also surrounded by a group of servants, with a sinister look on his face.

    Zhuang Jiangong and others looked at him with approval at this time, thinking that he knew the rules and wanted Yan to chase him.

    But who would have thought that the sword struck by the Third Prince just now seemed to seriously cut off his neck.

    At that moment, a chill hit his face, making his back vest wet with sweat.

    He shook his hands, smiled again, cupped his hands towards Yan Zhui and said, "The third prince is very skilled in martial arts."

    Yan Zhui sneered and allowed Qi Shao to put on the big cloak for him, and was embraced by everyone in Hui Nuan Pavilion.

    When Fu Minghua was seen, he naturally followed him.

    Duke Zhuang Jian in Nuange complimented: "His Royal Highness is outstanding both in civil and military affairs."

    Yan Zhui drank tea and said nothing after hearing these words.

    Several ladies from Duke Zhuang Jian's mansion were also in Nuan Pavilion, and they looked at Yan Zhui shyly and timidly from time to time.

    Lords and their like do not hold important positions or hold power in the court. They rely on intricate in-law relationships to maintain their own status.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? did not have a marriage yet, and now the third prince is in the prime of his life, naturally makes many young ladies in the palace have some thoughts.

    Yan Zhui sat lazily on the chair, squinting his eyes and smiling at the flattering words of the people around him.

    However, Yan Xin¡¯s face looked a little ugly.

    He had long heard that Lu Changyuan was not only outstanding in literary talent, but also good in martial arts.

    Today, Lu Changyuan was brought here by Du Xuanzhen. At that time, he encouraged Lu Changyuan to compete with Yan Zhui, but he did not expect that Lu Changyuan was defeated by Yan Zhui.

    Although Yan Xin suspected that Lu Changyuan intended to give in, he was unhappy to see Yan chasing the limelight.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? off out of the house, and the lady also hugged the little boy, and looked at the crowd with a smile.

    The boy was the eldest grandson of the eldest son of Duke Zhuang Jian. He was two or three years old and could not even speak clearly. He was playing with a hollow golden ball with tassels in his hand.

    The golden ball was not small. It had a bell inside. It made a clear sound when it was waved. He said "Eaaah" twice.The bell made a crisp sound when it hit the golden ball. Everyone was joking, but the child couldn't hold the golden ball firmly. It slipped out of his hand and flew out of his hand. It fell to the ground with a clang.  After two laps, he rolled down to Fu Minghua's feet.

    When the child saw this scene, he grinned and wanted to cry, and stretched out his hand to get the ball.

    Fu Minghua knelt down, picked up the ball, and handed it to the child.

    The child burst into laughter and shook the thing in his hand. The wife looked at Fu Minghua with a look of satisfaction in her eyes:

    "Whose wife is this?"

    Yan Zhui curled his lips and said nothing.

    Fu Mingxia and others were also in the pavilion. Seeing such a scene, they felt jealous and resentful, wishing that the person who picked up the ball and was seen by Dugu Shi was herself.

    "My father is Fu Qixian, the Prime Minister of Honglu Temple. My daughter wishes my wife to be as blessed as the East Sea."

    As soon as Fu Minghua said this, Mrs. Tai immediately understood her identity.

    In Luoyang, a well-established family like Zhuang Jian's mansion disdained to mention Fu Qixian.

    It¡¯s almost to the point where I feel a little dirty when I think of his name.

    This is especially true for the Dugu family.

    "It's just that Fu Qixian is not good at all, but Fu Minghua has a mother who was born in Jiangzhou.

    The Xie family in Jiangzhou is also famous, even more famous than the Dugu family in the past.

    When Mrs. Tai heard Fu Minghua introduce herself to her family, she smiled a little and looked at her: "I met your mother back then, and she was very well behaved. Now you seem to be pretty good."

    After saying that, the madam showed a tired look on her face and motioned to the servants to take the child away from her arms.

    Then she held the hem of her skirt and said with a smile: "How old is the young lady? You have such good rules and etiquette, have you ever made a promise to someone else?"

    After hearing this, Yan Zhui took two sips of tea and was about to speak. From the corner of his eye, he felt Yan Xin looking at him, obviously sizing up his attitude. He immediately lowered his eyes.

    "Not yet." Mrs. Bai quickly stood up and said with a smile: "These juniors in the house have not been engaged yet. If Mrs. Tai is interested, she can help point out these unworthy granddaughters of mine."  .¡±

    As soon as Bai said these words, Zhong's face showed joy.

    Mrs. Tai was born in the Dugu family. If she can take a fancy to her and give her some advice, and even worse, if she can get her to act as a matchmaker, then the young ladies in the Changle Marquis Mansion will be blessed.

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