The corners of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up in a graceful arc, and he gently pinched her bright little face: I'm stupid, I still don't admit it! Half a year has passed since the little stupid girl's fourteenth birthday, and in half a year, she will reach the age of marriage...
In a daze, Murong Xue heard the chirping of birds, the sound of servants walking and talking, she raised her eyebrows lightly, it was already dawn...
Suddenly, a hand stretched out, stroking her hair with great interest, pinching her little face, the faint scent of black bamboo lingered on the tip of her nose, Murong Xue's bright little face was slightly gloomy, she suddenly stretched out her hand to push the person in front of her, not wanting to , the person in front of her was lying still and did not move, but she went straight back, fell to the hard ground with a plop, and fell dizzy, tinnitus, starry eyes...
"The genius has just dawned, why are you in such a hurry to get up?" Ouyang Shaochen sat up slowly, his black brocade-like hair reflected in the snow-colored underwear, indescribably noble, Tsinghua University.
Looking at Murong Xue's half-unbuttoned clothes and disheveled hair, an imperceptible smile flashed in his obsidian pupils...
Murong Xue stood up slowly, and stared at Ouyang Shaochen viciously: Which of his eyes saw that she was in a hurry to get up and go to bed? She wants to push him away, okay...
"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, grabbed Murong Xue's wrist, and pulled her back to the bed.
"I'm not sleepy, I'm not going to sleep anymore, if you want to sleep, you can sleep by yourself." Murong Xue said angrily, grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's fingers, and opened them one by one...
Looking at her angry face, Ouyang Shaochen raised his eyebrows: "If you try harder, the wound on your shoulder will burst open."
"Don't lie to me, my wound is obviously scabbed over, and in a few hours, it will be back to normal..." Murong Xue snorted softly, and continued to forcefully break his hand...
"Your Majesty, the Marquis of Wu'an sent an invitation card!" Xun Feng suddenly appeared outside the window, holding a gorgeous invitation card in his hand.
Murong Xue paused suddenly, her cold eyes narrowed slightly, the invitation card from the Marquis of Wu'an: "What did you write?"
"Song Tianwen, Marquis of Wu'an, wants to choose a child from his clan as his heir, and send out invitations widely, and invite his colleagues to witness!" Xun Feng replied in a low voice.
The corners of Murong Xue's mouth curled up slightly. Yesterday, Murong Jian sent people to mock Song Tianwen as an eunuch. Today he publicly selected an heir, and the speed was really fast enough: "What requirements does he have for the children he chooses?"
"He wants children under the age of four who are smart and physically strong..." Xun Feng replied in a deep voice.
The corner of Murong Xue's mouth curled up into a graceful arc: Children under the age of four almost don't remember anything, Song Tianwen chose such a child as his heir, it was really well-intentioned...
"Do you know when he started to choose?"
"Sishi today (9:00 am to 11:00 am), all clan members who are willing to adopt their children will bring their children to the Song Mansion before Sishi time for Song Tianwen to choose." Xun Feng replied softly.
Murong Xue nodded understandingly. Although Marquis Wu'an is a second-rate Marquis, he is also the Marquis of the court, and many people yearn for it!
She turned her head and looked at Ouyang Shaochen with twinkling eyes: "My lord, let's go to the Song Mansion to see the excitement."
Xiaoyao Palace is a first-grade palace. If there is a happy event in the family of the civil and military ministers in the capital, they will basically post a post to Xiaoyao Palace to show respect. If the owner of the palace goes to the banquet, they will be honored. complain…
"Do you think the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion is lively?" Ouyang Shaochen raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Xue.
"Nine times out of ten." Murong Xue's eyes darkened: Song Tian asked to send out invitations to choose an heir, but Song Qian, as his direct younger brother, wanted his own son to inherit the throne...
"Song Tianwen is a smart man, and the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion is under his control. The possibility of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion being lively is not very high..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, with a look of lack of interest.
Murong Xue raised her brows, and said leisurely: "Then let's take a look from a distance, and if there is no excitement, come back immediately..."
Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "The Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion is a little far away from here, it's a waste of time to come and go..."
"But there's nothing wrong with you staying in Luoxue Pavilion... Let's go, let's go, just take a walk..." Murong Xue said in a low voice, turned over and got out of bed, grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's arm, and pulled it out forcefully.
Looking at her sparkling eyes, Ouyang Shaochen smiled and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, I'll accompany you to Wu'anhou Mansion."
At that time, Murong Xue came to the gate of Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, handed in a post, and stepped into Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, only to see that the mansion was full of guards, protecting the whole Marquis' mansion airtightly.
The door of the ancestral hall was wide open. Song Tianwen stood in the ancestral hall, put three sticks of incense on the ancestral tablet, walked out slowly, stood on the high steps, and looked down at the pair standing in front of the ancestral hall. The couple, and the children named one, two, three, and four years old in their arms, spoke proudly.
"Song Tianwen, an unfilial son, suffered an unreasonable disaster and can no longer have any heirs. Today, he plans to adopt a child from his clan. When you come here, you are voluntarily adopting a child. As long as I, Song Tianwen, choose a child, he will be my child, Song Tianwen. , his name will be written on the genealogy immediately, under my name, Song Tianwen, and from now on, he will have nothing to do with his biological parents, are you willing?"
The clansmen looked at each other and nodded slightly: "Of course I am willing."
The child was their own, and they were not willing to let him recognize someone else as their father. However, Marquis Wu'an's mansion is rich, and Marquis Wu'an is also a very good official position. It's much better to be a commoner and endure hardships.
"My lords, as witnesses, please don't regret it in the future." Song Tianwen said in a low voice, and glanced at the rear left, where stood dozens of courtiers wearing official uniforms with majestic faces.
"Never regret it, never regret it." The eyelids of the tribes twitched, they smiled and promised again and again.
"That's good. The Marquis is now starting to select the children. Please take care of the children." Song Tianwen said calmly, walked down the high platform slowly, and walked towards the clansmen...
Murong Xue smiled, threatened, intimidated, and called out officials to suppress him. Song Tianwen's method was clever. After all, people have selfish intentions. If a child grows up and has the ability, his biological parents come to find the child. Isn't he a bamboo basket? The fetching of water was in vain, and all the hard work of many years was wasted...
Before choosing a child, Song Tianwen clarified the interests one by one, so that the clansmen could take care of it. No matter how good the child is, at least during his lifetime, the child's biological parents will not come to disturb him...