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Chapter 304 It¡¯s too late

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    Fu Qibin smiled and said: "I haven't received the news yet, but thanks to Yuan Niang, if I can stay in Luoyang in the future, keeping watch among the clans, and having my wife and children by my side, it will be the best." He seemed a little guilty.  , turned his head and glanced at Mr. Zhong, thought for a while and asked again:

    "It's just that I'm worried too"

    Fu Qibin did not say the rest of the words, but Fu Minghua was so smart that he naturally understood what he had not said.

    "A few days ago, I heard that something big happened in Luoyang. Concubine Rong was killed by an adulterer, and even the legitimate daughter of Minister Rong was murdered because of this." Fu Qibin showed a somewhat sad look on his face, and said with seriousness: "  Yuanniang, you should also know that your grandfather would never dare to have such a vicious heart." He doesn't have that much courage.

    "Now your grandfather is very anxious and can't sleep all night long because of this matter." When Fu Qibin said this, his expression became much more sincere: "He is not young, and I am also very worried."

    He is now young and strong, and he returned to Luoyang just to show off his talents.

    "If Mr. Fu is really so angry that he hurts his body and mind, he will want Ding You once he dies in the future.

    After Ding You, you have to wait for the Ministry of Personnel to be reactivated.

    ???????????????? It would be okay if the Changle Marquis Mansion was at the peak of the spring breeze, if Marquis Fu had not sent out the grapefruit, and Fu Minghua was marrying the third prince, he would naturally not have to worry about Ding You's future.

    But because of these coincidences, if Emperor Jia'an's attitude is unclear, if something happens to Marquis Fu, it is conceivable that after the three-year filial piety period is over, even if he can find an official position, he will be better than himself when he is about to expire.  The sixth-grade Jiangnan Tongjuan is even worse.

    So he was really worried that Mr. Fu had an accident, and he also wanted to get some news from Fu Minghua.

    "How the matter has been handled so far, I wonder if Yuanniang has heard anything about it."

    Fu Qibin leaned his upper body forward a little, looking at Fu Minghua with burning eyes, eagerly waiting for his answer.

    "I have already discussed it with my grandfather."

    When Fu Minghua was looked at by him, he reached out and touched his ear.

    When she raised her hand, the cuffs slid down a little, revealing a gold bracelet set with rubies.

    Both Yang and Zhong glanced at each other involuntarily, and she quickly put her hand down and placed it on her belly.

    Fu Qibin said: "I have heard my father mention this before, but it's just Yuanniang." He spoke sincerely and said sternly: "Your great-grandfather shot down the Changle Marquis Mansion with one knife and one shot. I know you guys  These young and backward people don¡¯t like to hear about the glory of their ancestors, but I want to say that when your great-grandfather followed Taizu, it was very difficult. There were scars all over his body, and he almost lost his life several times."

    He looked serious, and Fu Minghua smiled and listened to him.

    "How can you let your grandfather give up such a country built by his ancestors so easily?" Fu Qibin seemed a little emotional when he said this, and even Fu Qixian lowered his head.

    "If you lose the inheritance laid down by your ancestors, your grandfather has been sighing for a long time in the past two days. He is afraid that after returning to heaven a hundred years in the future, he will go to the underworld and see your great-grandfather, but he will not know how to speak." Fu Qibin clenched his fists, with red eyes.  : "Even if we, the descendants of our generation, are unworthy and unable to keep our ancestors' inheritance, we cannot throw away the things passed down by our ancestors."

    Fu Minghua looked at him calmly, with an intriguing smile on his lips.

    "So, see if you can think of other ways?"

    Fu Qibin sighed and asked.

    "Third uncle, it's too late."

    Fu Minghua shook his head. If Mr. Fu had made a decisive decision that day, the Changle Mansion might have retained some glory.

    But now it¡¯s too late.

    "If I had known that the Changle Marquis Mansion was a blessing left by my great-grandfather to his descendants, I should have thought twice when he acted." She saw Fu Qibin moving his lips as if he wanted to speak, so she smiled and raised her voice.  , covering up his voice: "What's more, the place where the Changle Marquis Mansion is now established is still the former residence of the former king."

    Her eyes were cold. At this moment, Fu Qibin felt that her eyes were so sharp that no one dared to look directly at her.

    He was stunned for a long time before he realized that Fu Minghua's seemingly irrelevant words were actually in response to what he just said about 'preserving the inheritance of our ancestors'.

    Nothing can last forever, and nothing can be maintained forever.

    Even the Nuo Dajiangshan has changed hands several times since the Shang Dynasty.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????The Qin Dynasty, which lasted for thousands of years and was passed down from generation to generation, died in just two generations.

    If the descendants of the Changle Marquis Mansion live up to their expectations, they may be able to carry forward the Fu family and inherit a family like the Xie family in the future.

    But now the Xie family is in danger. In comparison, the Xie family's character and Mrs. Zhao Guotai's mental and IQ are not comparable to those of Marquis Fu.

    What kind of ¡®ancestral inheritance¡¯ does Fu Qibin tell her now?  If it cannot be saved, it will be nothing more than a flash in the pan.

    She stretched out her hand and touched the blue and white eight-treasure vase placed on the low table next to her. A few freshly cut winter plums were placed on it, making the room full of fragrance.

    Several yellow plum blossoms fell from the branches. Fu Minghua reached out to catch them. He picked them up with his fingertips and put them to his nose and smelled them gently. When he turned his head and looked at Fu Qibin, his face was already pale.

    "If my grandfather had made a decisive decision at the time, the Fu family would still have had its day. I have said before that misfortune lies on the back of good fortune, and good fortune lies on the back of misfortune."

    "To this day, if Mr. Fu doesn't listen, who should be blamed?"

    However, Fu Minghua also felt a little puzzled. Logically speaking, Emperor Jia'an's mind was as deep as the sea, but it was impossible for him to have such an impulse that could cause chaos in the Changle Hou Mansion.

    Since the emperor does not want the lives of the Fu family, it is clear that this matter will have an unclear ending.

    The expected results should have been expressed, and the decree should have been promulgated long ago. Why has the matter been delayed for two days to this day? People in the Changle Marquis Mansion are a little panicked. Emperor Jia'an's attitude is still ambiguous, and it is really  It's so incredible.

    She was thinking about something in her mind, but she said gently: "No matter whether this matter has anything to do with my grandfather or not, if he takes the initiative to resign, the emperor will definitely try to retain him. If it doesn't work, third uncle, you just came back from Jiangnan and are waiting for the officials."  When dispatching." She smiled, looking at Fu Qibin's pale face for a moment, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and slowly said: "The emperor will definitely make an extraordinary move for you and put it to good use." In order to balance this matter, everyone  A happy ending.

    "I threw the buds with flowers to my grandfather," Fu Minghua looked at Fu Qibin gently and spread out her hands. In her palm were several winter plum blossoms that she had just caught: "My grandfather only caught the buds."  Buds, no flowers." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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