C129 Fennan City Was Destroyed(1)

"Young master Ting." Second Dong, who was serving the brush and ink in the study, could not bear it. "You really don't want to talk to the Third Young Master?" As a trusted aide, Qiu Dong knew everything that he needed to know. He also knew what he should not know, and he felt sympathy for Fu Jiang in his heart.

Qiu Dong Yanzhi and the other servants had discussed in private. Yanzhi had never seen Ye Qingcheng before, so she would only help Fu Jiang, who she had watched grow up in. As for the blame in Qiu Dong's heart for Fu Ting's illness, it had been abandoned, and now, Ye Qingcheng's words had disappeared without a trace. Actually, she hoped that Fu Jiang would marry a beauty. It was a pity that the Han Family's Young Master clearly only had his own master in his heart. Yet, Fu Ting always placed him in the name of brother and sister. Sigh -

"I told him on the street." There was a book written at the head of the Fu Ting Bury. "He saw it too, Miss..." As he spoke, he looked up. "Such a beautiful and virtuous woman, it's really good to marry Xuan Zhi back home."

After a long period of silence, Second Dong finally could not hold it in anymore: "Young Master always calls for the marriage to be decided by himself, why did Third Young Master change just like that?"

"Ah?" Fu Ting's hand that was writing suddenly stopped. It was only after a long while that he realized that he was in the midst of arranging someone else's marriage. "This... this..." Suddenly, he grabbed a piece of paper and threw it at Second Dong. "Damned slave, why didn't you remind me at that time?"

Initially, Fu Ting Zhi only wanted to naughtily take a look at the lady's character, but after knowing that the lady was You's granddaughter, he truly had the intention to marry her. She thought that Fu Jiang was the first son of the Han Family and that the Han Family had fallen. Even if the case was overturned, Emperor Zhou Wen wouldn't be rewarded with too much glory. After all, it was a case of being slapped in the face. However, it was different with the marriage alliance with the prime minister. Emperor Zhou had to take into account the old face of You. It was completely possible for the Han family to make use of Fault's influence to become a prestigious family once again.

Furthermore, after the destruction of Great Zhou in Fu Ting's memories, most of the officials in the court had indeed resigned. Regardless of whether it was due to coercion or other reasons, Fault's son, the You Clan's father, had actually been demoted. Although he could not compare to the official position of the old prime minister, who was above ten thousand people, he was still a rank two official. Together with Zhou Sunchong, he controlled the economic lifeline of Dazheng Country and guarded the national treasury of the emperor for his entire life.

In the heart of Fu Ting, Fu Jiang was simply a blood relative. She felt that she should worry about herself when she schemed for a bright future for him. With this reason in mind, she definitely had to marry this family.

"How should I remind you?" Second Winter picked up a piece of paper and put it back in place. "You stopped Miss You the moment she left the house. Young Master won't even have a chance to sit beside you, let alone us."

"But if I don't help take a look..." In this era, girls were locked at home and not allowed to see anyone. It was already extremely rare to be able to see You Shi today. If he didn't take care of Xuan Zhi, then wouldn't he miss out on a good marriage? Blind marriage and mute marriage were the customs of this era. The Fu family had always been strict with their descendants and would never be able to surpass the rules. As the son of Fu Shen, Fu Jiang was even stricter with his disciplines. How could he have the chance to get to know a girl on his own?

Just as Qiu Qiu came in and said that Fu Jiang had returned, Fu Ting hurriedly covered the letter with a book and ordered Qiu Dong to close the door. "Quickly close the door. If Xuan Zhi is looking for me, just tell him that he is not in the mansion."

"If young master is not in the mansion, where did he go?" When Second Dong saw that Mistress was in a panic, he was neither happy nor unhappy. "Is there any use hiding it?"

Just as he was speaking, he heard the servant call out, "Third Young Master has returned to the Manor so quickly..." Tap, tap, tap. The servant hurriedly led the way. "His Majesty did not bestow a banquet..." Fu Jiang, who was in the middle, groaned as he replied, "Young Master Ting is writing in the study. Third Young Master, please come in..."

The door to the conversation had already opened. Fu Ting put on an act and placed a pen in front of the table. When he entered, he did not dare to raise his head.

"All of you, get out." Fu Jiang was still wearing an orange wedding gown. With a wave of his sleeve, he ordered Qiu Dong to retreat. "All of you, get out as well." When there were only two people left in the study, Fu Xuanzhi walked to the table and said, "Xuan Zhizi has come to thank Liu." As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Second Brother, for finding a good marriage for Xuanzhi."

"Cough - cough -" Fu Tingzhi half-clenched his fist by his lips and pretended to cough twice. Finally, he raised his head and said, "You are beautiful. Xuanzhi saw it with his own eyes."

"Indeed beautiful..." The corner of Fu Jiang's mouth was smiling, but his eyes were not smiling at all. "Her ancestral father was also a big official, and he was the prime minister of the court. Oh right... " He deliberately frowned and narrowed his eyes. "Her father is not a small official, and he is still a rank four official?"

"Hehe..." Fu Ting smiled awkwardly. "Our Fu Family doesn't talk about these things. We mainly look at one's character and appearance." Was this the truth??

"That's all?" Fu Jiang tilted his head and asked. He stared at Fu Ting, who was avoiding his gaze, with a faint smile on his face. "What else? Liu has been hanging on his mouth for a long time. He should have said something. Why didn't he say it? "

"It depends on whether the two of them are fated or not..." Fu Tingzhi lowered his voice in shame. "Regarding this matter, I was indeed impulsive." Unable to continue pretending, he could only put down his pen and walk to Fu Jiang. "Xuan Zhizhi, the You clan is really not bad. They are also the direct descendants of the Wealthy Class. They are virtuous and virtuous. If you marry her, in the future, you will help the Han family to manage the internal affairs of the house. Definitely. "

"Liu's thinking is quite far-reaching." Fu Jiang dodged Fu Tingzhi's extended hand, raised his sleeve, and brushed the dust off his beard, then walked to the side of the chair and sat down. "If we flip the table one day, we can also help the Fu Family, right?"