Marriage Princess: The Alluring Concubine of the Evil Emperor

Chapter 344
The old man's expression tightened, and he stared at the plate carefully, and sure enough, he saw that the osmanthus flowers on the plate were placed in three directions with a word "he" in each.

"Did Xuan'er do this?" the old man asked hastily.

Wang said: "It is said that Xuan'er and the princess did it together."

"Apart from sweet-scented osmanthus cake, is there anything else?" the old man asked.

"Lantern Festival, three-color Lantern Festival."

"Let's see what stuffing it is?" the old man said quickly.

Mrs. Wang picked up a Lantern Festival with her chopsticks, opened it to look at it, and said disappointedly: "Father, it belongs to Li Rong."

The old man doesn't like to eat Yuanxiao with chestnut paste, he likes to eat sesame stuffing.

The old man's face changed abruptly, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Is it really from Li Zirong?"

"Yes."

The old man's hands were shaking, and only one person knew that he actually liked to eat Yuanxiao stuffed with chestnut paste. Because the old lady liked to eat sesame stuffed in the past, he also said that he liked sesame stuffed.

But Qinghe knew it, because once, the new cook didn't know that he liked sesame stuffing, so he made a bowl of chestnut stuffing, and he ate up that bowl.

Qinghe was present at the time, and he secretly told Qinghe that in fact his favorite food is minced chestnuts, and she was not allowed to tell others.

"Quickly, take the letter from Gao Lingfeng from the drawer." He ordered as usual.

Mrs. Wang went to the drawer, took out a letter, and put it in the old man's hand. The old man opened it, looked at it carefully, and handed it to Mrs. Wang, "Look, is it Qinghe's handwriting?"

Wang took it and looked at it, "It does look like Qinghe's handwriting, but will someone copy it?"

"Qinghe is really not dead yet." The old man sat up straight immediately, "Quick, quick, who are you calling?"

Wang didn't know who he was talking about, so she asked, "Who is it?"

The old man doesn't know who to call, who is Qinghe?Qinghe must be in the palace, because the Lantern Festival and osmanthus cake were made in the palace.

But who is his granddaughter?

Thinking of this, the old man said: "Help me up and change my clothes. I want to go out to meet Xuan'er and the princess."

Mrs. Wang helped him up, but he hadn't eaten for a long time, his body was weak, and he fell down as soon as his feet touched the ground. Mrs. Wang hurriedly helped him up, "Father, lie down quickly, I will call whoever you want to see."

The old man sat by the bed, panting and said: "You asked the princess to bring Xuan'er, just say that I can't go out, I'm weak, and I have something to ask her."

"Okay!" Mrs. Wang hurried out.

Qinghe was talking with everyone in the main hall, but his mood was always uneasy. He looked around several times, but he didn't see Mrs. Wang coming back, and he was even more anxious.

Finally, when she saw Mrs. Wang came back, her eye circles were slightly red. She came in and said, "Princess, my father said he wanted to see you. He was going to come out after changing clothes, but he was weak and couldn't see the wind. Please trouble the princess to move." Step, do not know if it is possible?"

Qinghe stood up, "I should pay a visit to the old man, please ask Madam to lead the way."

Xuan'er jumped up, "I'll go too."

Wang said with a smile: "How can we leave Xuan'er behind? We have to go together. Grandpa misses you."

"Let's go!" Xuan'er jumped up and took Qinghe's hand, raised her head and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Qinghe rubbed his hair lovingly, "Okay, let's go."

Watching this scene, Mrs. Wang had a strange feeling in her heart, how much like a mother and child.

Thinking of his poor Qinghe, he couldn't help feeling sad, is Qinghe still alive?This should be unlikely, her body has already been buried.

I can't help complaining about my impulsiveness. I shouldn't have said the osmanthus flowers just now. The old man won't see it. Now he is full of hope. If it proves to be wrong, can the old man's body bear it?
As soon as Qinghe came, Ning Junwang and his wife brought Ning Jing over.

Hearing that Xuan'er had gone to the old man's room, Prince Ning said, "I'll also go to pay my respects to my father."

Ning Mian said: "Brother, don't go in a hurry. My father is impatient now, and no one likes to see him. If he doesn't pass on to him, he might get angry. Let Xuan'er go to make him happy, and then we will go see him again. .”

The king of the county said: "Father's condition has not improved?"

Ning Mian said: "How can it be better? He doesn't eat anything except medicine, and occasionally coaxes him to eat a small bowl of porridge. He has no choice but to stew some ginseng soup occasionally to coax him to eat."

Princess Ningjun shook her head and said: "How can this be done? The old man is not in good health. If he doesn't eat anymore, his health will be even worse."

Ning Jing said: "Mom, don't just talk about others, aren't you the same? Look at you, since Qinghe left, you've lost a lot of weight."

Princess Ningjun wrapped her collar and sighed long, "It's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that I don't have an appetite, but I'm not in the way. The imperial doctor also said that it's good to rest for a while, I can't Damn, you haven't gotten married yet, and your mother hasn't even hugged her grandson yet."

Speaking of a peaceful marriage, everyone talked about it.

"Isn't it? Seeing that Xuan'er is seven years old, and you, an uncle, has not yet found a place, it can't help but make people worry. I said before that you can't start a career or a family, but this is a lifetime thing. You can't live without a family, right?" Hurry up, too, and let the grandmother hold the great-grandson." The old lady said.

Ning Jing sneered and said, "What's the rush? Don't you have Xuan'er? Let's have fun first, and then I'll get married and have children after I've established a career."

Princess Ningjun said: "I used to urge him all the time, but now I don't urge him any more. Just do whatever you like."

Ning Jing is less than two years older than Qinghe. Qinghe got married at 23, and then gave birth to a child. This year, he is only [-].

Ning Jing is in his early 25s. In this dynasty, it is rare for a man in his twenties not to get married. It is not that the family does not urge him, but Qinghe always helped him when he was urged, saying that it is not too late for a man to get married at 30.

The two brothers and sisters jointly rebelled, and Prince Ning had no choice but to let him go.

But now that Qinghe is gone, Prince Ning hopes that there will be a happy event in the mansion, which will dilute the sorrow of Qinghe's departure, so that the mansion will not always be shrouded in gloom.

Don't say Madam can't see it, even he, who has lived in this haze for a long time, feels extremely depressed.

So, seeing everyone talking about Ning Jing's marriage, he said: "Everyone, please help to pay attention to see if there is a good girl waiting to marry, then tell him about it."

Ning Jing frowned, "Father!"

"Don't talk about it, you also want your mother to be happy, right? Xuan'er is in the palace now, and she can't take it with her. Even if Xuan'er didn't enter the palace, there are people from the Yuan family, and it will never be your mother's turn. Get married and have children quickly, so that your mother can have some sustenance."

The old lady said: "Have you heard it all? Guys, please pay attention to it. If you see which girl is suitable, please help to talk about it. It is best to arrange the marriage in the spring of the next year."

Mrs. Hu said with a smile: "If Brother Jing of our family talks about getting married, I'm afraid the threshold will be trampled by the matchmaker. These ladies all over the city must be crazy?"

"Look at what my fourth aunt said, I'm not a girl, and I was stepped on by a matchmaker." Ning Jing said awkwardly.

Everyone burst into laughter, but they still couldn't dispel the oppressive atmosphere. This laughter seemed to be deliberately covering up something, creating a happy atmosphere like before.

(End of this chapter)