who said you were poor

As the young man in front of him approached, the housekeeper vaguely remembered who he was, "You are Qingzhu? Oh, how did you grow up to be so tall when you were a small and skinny child?"

Qingzhu followed Lin Nuo in the capital, and hadn't seen anyone from his hometown for many years. When he heard the familiar accent, his eyes turned red instantly.

"Why don't you go to the mansion and come here?"

The old butler heaved a long sigh when he heard his question, and just wanted to ask about Lin Nuo's situation, but the kid who followed him spoke quickly, and directly told Qingzhu what happened in front of the Hou's mansion just now.

Qingzhu turned her head in embarrassment and glanced at Yan San who was following him.

Yan San was aware of the weight that Young Master Lin had in his lord's heart, so he directly stepped forward and took the driver's seat, "The old steward has been exhausted all the way, so let's go to the mansion to rest first, and the reason for this will be explained in detail on the way."

The housekeeper hurriedly thanked, "Who is this little brother?"

Without waiting for Qingzhu to speak, Yan San took the initiative to introduce his identity, "I am the guard of the King of the Northern War, and now I am assigned to Master Lin as the guard."

The butler hadn't figured out what was going on between the King of the Northern War and his young master, so he ran into someone from the palace unexpectedly.

He paused and said, "Then how can I ask you to drive the car, Shunzi." He called to the driver next to him, "You know the road to Houfu, so I won't trouble this little brother to drive the car."

Recently, the young master and Mrs. Huo of the mansion have been torn apart. The two of them, the master and the servant, are restrained everywhere in the mansion. It is not easy for Qingzhu to let the old housekeeper follow him into the house to be angry, but he can't make the decision, so let the old housekeeper and his party live in. palace.

Yan San knew their recent difficulties, and thought about taking them directly to the palace to live in. How could the old butler not know the reason, and let the coachman drive the car back to the Hou's mansion.

The shopkeeper next to him who hadn't spoken a word, saw the hesitant expressions on the faces of the two people, and thought of the cold reception he had just received in the Hou's mansion, he guessed something.

He stopped the housekeeper with one hand, and looked at Yan San, "Are you planning to take us to the palace?"

Hearing what he said, the housekeeper wanted to turn around and scold him for losing his head, but Yan San admitted directly, "Yes."

The butler was puzzled and wanted to ask something, but the shopkeeper shook his head at him, "The young master hasn't married into the palace yet, and our Sun family doesn't have the rule of randomly living in other people's homes before marriage."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Qingzhu next to him, "Qingzhu, let's find an inn first and we will stay first, and you will take us to visit the young master later."

As soon as Yan San heard the other party's tone of voice, he knew that this matter was fixed and could not be changed, so he had to find an inn near the palace and arrange for a few people to live in it first.

On the way to the inn, Yan San didn't get into the carriage, only Qingzhu sat in the carriage and told them what happened in the past few months.

The old housekeeper covered his chest angrily when he heard that Lin Bohou had accepted Lin Nuo's marriage, "He is bullying our Sun family! This is bullying our young master who has no one behind him!"

The child next to him hurriedly stepped forward and patted the butler on the back, "Grandpa, you can't be angry anymore."

Qingzhu also quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, the Northern Warlord treats our young master very well. He hasn't left the mansion yet, and now the king's mansion is at the young master's discretion."

The shopkeeper said sadly from the side, "But the young master's ambition is to be in the sky, but now he has to resign himself to the back house."

Relegated to the back house?

Qingzhu hastily explained, "That's not the case, the prince doesn't restrict the young master to do things, and even the few shops in the young master's hands were bought back by the prince."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the shopkeeper, "The young master has been learning how to do business recently, and I must be very happy to see you here."

These few words calmed the two old people down, and the housekeeper also sighed, "Forget it, our Sun family is originally a family of merchants, and the young lady was unwilling to marry the old madam in Kyoto."

The shopkeeper was also answering the question, "It's a good thing if the young master is in business."

The two chatted for a few words, and asked Qingzhu to talk about the past few years.

However, Qingzhu found out from this memory that the young master's life in the past few years was nothing but reading, and what happened in the past ten years was not worth the excitement of these two or three months.

He said a few words dryly and then had nothing to say.

Fortunately, the inn also arrived at this time, settled several people, Qingzhu and Yan San hurried back to the mansion, and reported to Lin Nuo about the old housekeeper and shopkeeper's entry to Beijing.

Qingzhu also told him the few words the child complained to him.

Lin Nuo was also a little surprised, "Grandpa the housekeeper is so old, why did he rush to Beijing?"

The deceased master and wife of the Sun family were childhood sweethearts who grew up together. After the two got married, the master did not remarry to fill in the house. Until the two passed away, there was always only one wife in the house.

This wife gave birth to a son and a daughter for the Sun family, and the eldest daughter was married to Lin Bohou's wife.

And the youngest son didn't like to stick to the rules and guard his ancestral business, but chose to run a business.

When the Sun Mansion received the letter from the capital, the young master Sun didn't know where he was, so the housekeeper had to bring his people all the way to the capital.

After telling Lin Nuo in this way, he hurriedly got up and changed his clothes, "It's fine to stay at the inn, but when Mrs. Huo comes to the house, I don't know what to say in secret, but my ears are dirty."

"Qingzhu is going to prepare the carriage, come out with me."

Yan San's legs were fast, and after Lin Nuo ordered him to go down to catch the car for Qing Zhu.

Qing Zhu saw him go out and join Lin Nuo, "Just now, Yan San was about to take the butler and the others to the palace, but was stopped by the shopkeeper."

Lin Nuo's hand paused for arranging his clothes, and continued to tug on his belt lightly, "My lord has treated me very sincerely, and so will his subordinates."

Thinking of Yan Cang, he curled his lips indistinctly. The wedding was approaching, and the Ministry of Rituals would not allow the two of them to meet. Yan Cang got a few pigeons from somewhere, and asked them to send notes every now and then.

Everything was written in a mess on it, and it was written on the one just delivered, 'Cook Wang is in a bad mood today, and he put too much salt in cooking. '

Lin Nuo replied next to him, "Drink more water when it's salty." '

As soon as the note flew out, Qingzhu came back.

"Let's go."

Seeing the young master getting better and better recently, Qingzhu followed behind and couldn't help boasting, "Young master, this moon white long gown looks so pretty."

"Well, the prince also said that this color looks good."

When the three of them arrived at the inn again, it was already dark.

The old butler had shallow eye sockets, and he had made up so many stories in his head all afternoon. When he saw Lin Nuo, he hugged him and cried.

Seeing the old butler weeping, Lin Nuo also panicked, "What are you doing, look at me, I'm fine, I haven't been bullied, I haven't suffered, and I've gained weight this year."

The two asked and answered a few words, and Lin Nuo got up and turned around to let the two old people see better.

Mentioning the prince, the smile on Lin Nuo's face deepened, "He...he is different from what everyone thinks."

Looking at the smile on his young master's face, the old housekeeper seemed to have seen the young lady who was waiting to be married 20 years ago.

With trembling hands, he touched Lin Nuo's face, "Young master, you must not follow the old lady's path."

Knowing that the old man is only for his own good, Lin Nuo stretched out his hand and held his hand in his palm, "Don't worry, I won't be like my mother, and my lord is definitely not... definitely not like my father."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the shopkeeper next to him, "The shop left by my mother is now in my hands, and I have to ask the shopkeeper to help me with some business matters."

The few people chatted until it got dark. Lin Nuo was worried that the old man would not be able to bear it, so he asked the people around him to take care of them. If something happened and he couldn't find him, he would go directly to Wang's mansion to find someone, and then returned to Hou's mansion first.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the big wedding, and the Ministry of Rituals had arranged everything, but when the prince was going to the Marquis Mansion to welcome the bride, something went wrong.

Yan Cang looked at the wedding sedan chair brought by the Ministry of Rites early in the morning, and said nothing to let the sedan chair bearer go out of the house with him.

"What the hell is this? When you carry this sedan chair, do you have to let my princess wear a skirt and a red hijab to marry me?"

The Ministry of Rites had originally planned this way, but seeing that the Northern Warlord was getting angry, no one dared to step forward and say a word.

Yan Cang got on his horse directly.

Ling Lingqi had her mane groomed early in the morning, and she also braided her beautiful braids. There was a big red flower tied around her neck, and she held her head high.

"Go, go to greet the relatives."

After saying that, Yan Cang rode his horse and walked ahead, the bearers were left far behind, and looked at the servants with some helplessness, "My lord, what should we do?"

"I don't know what to do!" The servant turned to his colleagues, "The prince has also left from the palace, and we can't catch up. If there is any problem in the Hou's mansion, let the few people over there solve it."

The guards of Yan's family were all dressed in black, but Yan Cang was dressed in red, with his horse in front, humming while running with a smile on his face.

Lin Nuo's side was also at a stalemate because of some procedures of the big wedding. According to the custom, on the day of the big wedding, the brother should carry him out of the house. Not only that, but also the bride had to cry for marriage, the more she cried, the better.

Don't say whether Lin Nuo's good brother is willing to carry him, but why a man should be married by another man.

In the hall, Lin Bohou's second son, Lin Zhiyuan, was still dissatisfied with Mrs. Huo, "He is so heavy, how can I carry him? Isn't there still so many servants? Let them carry it."

Lin Nuo took the red hijab handed over by Xi Niang directly and threw it on the dressing table. He walked quickly from the room to the middle hall, and Xi Niang behind him was still yelling that he should wear the hijab and not meet people casually.

Lin Nuo glanced at Lin Zhiyuan who was silent after seeing him, "No need, I don't need anyone to carry me when I go out."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Mrs. Huo who had been carefully dressed beside him, "My sister is also getting married today, the second brother only needs to take good care of my sister."

These words of his stabbed the knife directly into Mrs. Huo's heart. Everyone in the house knew that the youngest daughter of the Lin family was married to the Ninth Prince as a concubine, and she was not qualified to be married like a regular wife. It can be carried in a red sedan chair through the side door.

If she married into an ordinary family, it would be fine to toast her parents-in-law that day. If she married the prince as a side concubine, she would not be eligible to enter the palace to meet the saint if she had nothing to do.

Mrs. Huo was still smiling, her palms were scratched by her fingernails.

But Lin Bohou next to him didn't seem to notice the atmosphere in the room, and nodded in agreement, "My son is a man, so I don't need that hijab."

"Come, come, the people who welcome the relatives have come."

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