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"The most important thing is," Fu Minghua, like Fu Qibin before, leaned his upper body towards the direction where Changle Marquis Mansion and others were sitting. His movements were very slow, giving them a great sense of oppression: "Grandfather will take over. The living twigs were thrown towards the emperor."
Fu Qibin understood the meaning of her words in an instant, and the cold sweat seeping from his back vest soaked the silk clothes inside.
When he saw Fu Minghua leaning sideways in the direction of these people, he knew clearly that she was so far away from them and could not touch them, but at that moment Fu Qibin instinctively leaned his body back, his vest tight Pasted on the back of the chair.
Fu Minghua held her hand again and felt that the petals in her palm were shattered under her force. With a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, she looked at Fu Qibin and asked:
"In this situation, third uncle, tell me, what should we do?"
Fu Qibin's back felt cold. At that moment, he already understood that Mr. Fu had made a big mistake.
If he is willing to give up his official position and title to show his loyalty, Emperor Jia'an will definitely be rewarded. This is a trick of Machiavellian tactics.
But he only gave up his official position but did not give up his title. To the emperor, this was because Marquis Changle did not take the matter of Yuzi seriously and thought it was important enough for him to give up his title.
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Even the prime minister of this dynasty is only a second-rank official, and the head of the three provinces and six ministries only holds second- and third-rank official positions.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Taifu, Sikong, etc. can be ranked in the first rank, but they just talk nicely.
"Fu Houye lost his official position, which was obviously not enough to satisfy Emperor Jia'an.
If what Fu Minghua said meant Emperor Jia'an, then as she said, it is already too late.
Mr. Fu held his title and refused to let it go, but in the end he would harm the Changle House even more.
"So, third uncle, how do you think we can protect our ancestors' inheritance?"
The tea on the table was already a little cold. She picked it up and took a sip. The tea was pasted with oil and would not taste good once it cooled down.
Fu Minghua only touched his lips and then put them down. Seeing Fu Qibin's intention, his face turned the color of gold paper.
"My slave will bring you a new cup of tea." Biluo came up and asked. Fu Minghua bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the table a few times, making a "dong dong" sound.
With each sound, the flesh on Fu Qibin's cheeks twitched. By the end, he was already sweating a little, but he couldn't speak when he opened his mouth.
Mrs. Zhong seemed to understand but not understand, looking like she was in a fog.
It¡¯s not that she is too stupid, it¡¯s just that she was not present when Fu Minghua was talking to Mr. Fu and others.
It was obvious that the Fu family had not told her about such a big matter.
She was worried about whether her children's marriages would be affected, which made her worry about the future of her three daughters and two sons.
Fu Qibin's Adam's apple rolled, but he tried his best to keep a calm look on his face. He glanced at Fu Qixian aside, and soon his expression returned to normal. He said with a smile: "In this case, let the adults take care of these important things."
He rubbed his hands and said, "I'm not afraid of Yuan Niang's jokes. When I was in Jiangnan, Wang Xuesheng once gave me a poem praising plum blossoms. You, a stranger in the garden, really make me happy. I wonder if I can read it?"
Fu Minghua nodded, Fu Qibin was quite a character.
Seeing that she couldn't make sense here, he stopped pestering her. He took the opportunity to resign. Could it be that he wanted Fu Qixian to be a lobbyist for the Changle Marquis Mansion?
She asked Bilan to lead someone to escort Fu Qibin and his wife out. Fu Qixian and Yang sat in the room without moving. Sure enough, they came here for a purpose.
The servant brought the brewed tea again, and she held it in her palm, curling her slightly raised fingertips. Yang felt like she wanted to see it but didn't dare to look at it.
No one said anything in the room. After a while, Fu Qixian began to pull at his clothes. He was so nervous that he was sweating and coughed several times in a row, but Fu Minghua ignored him.
Ms. Yang also looked restless, but she was envious of Fu Qibin and his wife who had found an excuse to run away before.
After Fu Minghua drank the tea, he placed the cup on the table and made a soft "dong" sound. Both Fu Qixian and Yang trembled, and their backs straightened immediately.
"Father."
Fu Minghua called Fu Qixian, and he opened his mouth for a while: "Ah, ah?"
"My father also saw what happened that day. Now that my third uncle is here with you, I have something to tell you."
She has beautiful eyebrows and a slight frown.Xianxian responded and listened to her more seriously.
"If, as I said before, my grandfather resigns from office, the emperor will definitely give more support to my third uncle. On the contrary," she paused and narrowed her eyes to look at Fu Qixian. Both Fu Qixian and Yang were a little nervous when she saw them, holding up their hands. Breaking into a cold sweat, she waited for her to continue: "It is very likely that the emperor will reward you heavily. You have been sitting in the temple for many years, and you haven't moved your stool, right?"
After hearing this, Fu Qixian blushed.
He also doesn¡¯t have a good temper. If anyone else, especially a junior, dared to say this to him, he would have turned against them and would have beaten or smashed them.
But the person who said this in front of him was his only legitimate daughter, the daughter of the Xie family.
???????????????????????????????? For some reason, he could still be so fierce in front of Mr. Xie to cover up his inner guilt and inferiority, but in front of Fu Minghua, he felt inexplicably lacking confidence and very scared.
He was not close to this daughter. In the early years, he always felt that the children in the family should be raised by their mistress, and he didn't care much about it. He vaguely remembered that his eldest daughter was very obedient and obedient, but she had a temperament unique to the Xie family, which made him Every time he saw it, he felt frightened.
As time went by, I became even more reluctant to talk to her.
After Fu Minghua got older, his demeanor made him even more nervous.
Now in front of him, Fu Qixian felt a little ashamed because he was accused of having a low official position, but he didn't dare to get upset.
He is still working as a Yuanwailang in the Ancestral Department under the Ministry of Rites, in charge of the affairs of monks and nuns, but in fact it is just a sinecure. He spends his time drinking and having fun with others throughout the year.
From the time when Fu Minghua remembered it, the position has not changed since then.
"Yes, yes" he muttered. There seemed to be nails growing on the chair, making him restless.
"I'm afraid the emperor will mention you." Wailang, a member of the ancestral hall, was really like a sesame seed. Fu Minghua thought for a while. Since Emperor Jia'an wanted to appease the Fu family and bestowed this favor on Fu Qixian, then Fu Qixian's reputation as a straw bag would be lost in Luoyang. There is no one who doesn¡¯t know.
It is very likely that Emperor Jia'an will mention him twice, but neither of them is an official position with real power.
It is equivalent to changing the soup without changing the medicine, replacing Fu Qixian's original celadon decorative vase with a large blue and white vase.
She frowned and warned: "You are not young anymore, so you should be more careful. Uncle Fu's family died young, and the inheritance fell on you." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel. com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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