As soon as this was said, someone immediately asked: "Where did you get this information? We haven't heard of it."
"Yes, is it true that His Majesty is choosing a concubine?" People started talking one after another.
The first person to speak was a short-haired man, about thirty years old, with a shifty look. Seeing that no one believed him, he smiled disdainfully and said with some pride: "Such a big thing, do I need to lie to you? To be honest, my cousin's eldest son's wife works in Lord An's house, and she told me this."
"So, Your Majesty is really going to choose a concubine?"
"Wow, come on, what are His Majesty's requirements when choosing a concubine?" a bald man shouted excitedly.
"Come on, no matter how low the requirements are, you won't be chosen."
"That's right." Everyone grabbed him and laughed and mocked him.
Fan Qingyi listened with his ears tilted, and Qin Zhou's stern little face gradually appeared in his mind. He felt that it would be difficult for anyone to be worthy of such an outstanding woman.
Moreover, in modern times, she is several levels higher than female elites, female doctors, and female rich women. It is difficult for anyone to dare to like her openly.
The handsome men that Prince Xiaoyao had brought into the palace before were all good-looking and had their own abilities, but Qin Zhou did not keep any of them and kicked Prince Xiaoyao out.
Thinking of this, Fan Qingyi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Mu Ning supported her chin with both hands and stared at him. She couldn't help but have a confused look in her eyes, and she became more determined to take him down.
How could there be such a handsome man
Speaking of marriage, the man who mentioned Qin Zhou at the beginning said, "I heard that Miss Song is also looking for a husband."
Miss Song
Fan Qingyi's attention was attracted again.
Then someone else sighed and said, "Alas, Miss Song is also a miserable person. She has finally survived these few years, but she hasn't enjoyed much."
"That's right, Miss Song is a living Bodhisattva. She helped cure my kid's leg and only charged me for the medicine."
"My husband is the same. I really hope that God can bless Miss Song and she can meet a husband who loves her."
The more Fan Qingyi listened, the more he felt something was wrong. What was wrong with this Miss Song
Just as he was about to ask, he heard someone whisper, "Don't worry about your life. How dare you gossip about the Song family."
In an instant, the entire teahouse fell silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the crackling sound of rain outside which continued unabated.
Why do people dare to gossip about Qin Zhou, but no one dares to gossip about the Song family
This Song family, is it the same family as Lord Song who follows King Xiaoyao
Fan Qingyi was a little curious, but seeing that no one dared to speak, he knew it would be difficult to ask.
When the rain stopped, he went to find the notice and then went to find the short-haired man to buy news about the Song family.
"Sir, do you also want to participate in Miss Song's marriage proposal?" Mu Ning asked hesitantly when she saw that his attention was always on the gossiping crowd over there.
When Fan Qingyi heard her say this, he looked at her and asked, "Miss, do you also know about this?"
"There are notices posted all over the streets and alleys, how could anyone not know about it? Could it be that you, sir, like a girl like Miss Song?" Mu Ning swallowed with some difficulty.
Fan Qingyi glanced sideways: "Like that? What kind?"
Seeing him like this, Mu Ning knew that he had not met Miss Song yet, so she quickly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Miss Song always wears a veil when she goes out, but I heard that she has a birthmark this big on her face."
Mu Ning gestured and said it was about the size of a bowl.
(End of this chapter)