Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Caiwei was surprised. In ancient times, men usually got married when they were eighteen or nineteen years old. At Huo Yuan's age, his sons should be running around, but he hasn't gotten married yet? It's incredible.

Huo Yuan looked at Caiwei's surprised eyes and explained: "A few years ago, the family arranged for a marriage, but then the young lady accidentally fell into the water during a banquet and got sick. After a few years, she still didn't get married. If I could get through it, I would have died at this time last year, so I am still unmarried."

"oh!"

Caiwei suddenly realized: "No wonder you're so old and haven't gotten married yet. That's it. But don't be too sad. People can't be resurrected after death. Those who are alive should look forward!"

Huo Yuan said honestly: "Although I feel sorry for that lady, I am not sad. What does that lady look like? What are her likes? What is her temperament like? I don't know anything, so how can I be so proud of someone who only has a reputation with me?" Are strangers you have a relationship with sad?"

"That's right!"

Caiwei couldn't help but sympathize with Huo Yuan: "Children like you who grew up in a big family must have followed the orders of their parents in business marriages!"

Huo Yuan's eyes flickered: "In the past, I didn't have a favorite woman in my heart. No matter who I married, it was the same. So, whoever decided in the family was the one who decided. But it's different now. My marriage has to be decided by myself." Forget it!"

"oh?"

Hearing what he said, it seemed that there was something in his words. Caiwei's gossip spirit rose in vain, and her big eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Why is it different? Could it be that...hehe, you have the woman you like?"

Huo Yuan looked deeply at Caiwei, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and after a long time, he replied: "That's right!"

After hearing this, Caiwei became even more interested. She cupped her cheeks and rested her elbows on the table, curiously urging: "Tell me, tell me, which family is she from? How is she? Is she pretty?" Does she also like you? Will your family accept her?"

Huo Yuan didn't know which one to answer for a series of questions. He smiled fondly and said, "You, you are really..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Uncle Zhang burst in in shock. He didn't even care about the rules. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "Miss, it's not good. Someone just came to report that the master is in Xinghua Village." The restaurant was beaten up!"

When Caiwei heard this, her heart suffocated, her face turned pale, she stood up, turned around and walked out.

"Wait a moment!"

When he reached the door, Huo Yuan suddenly made a sound.

"Weier, don't worry, let me ask you: Does anyone know that you came here to see me?"

"No one knows!" Caiwei shook her head blankly, suddenly waking up from a dream!

Yes, she didn't tell anyone that she came to Baohe Hall, so how did the person who reported the news find her? Moreover, even if the person who reported the news really saw someone beating her father in the restaurant, how would he know that she was the daughter of the person who was beaten? How could he find her accurately?

With all this going on, it's obvious that someone has bad intentions and is lying about the military situation. I wonder what the hell he wants to do?

Huo Yuan turned to Uncle Zhang again and asked, "What kind of person came to deliver the letter?"

Uncle Zhang said: "It was a half-year-old child. He came and said, 'Go and tell your lady that her father was beaten in the Xinghua Village Restaurant.' Then the child ran away. The slave did not dare to neglect. Come in quickly and report back."

"You don't even dare to show your true face. It seems that there is something wrong with the reporter!" Huo Yuan concluded.