Having made up his mind, the court lord could not wait any longer, put down the general affairs of the mansion, and focused on finding a suitable partner for the eldest daughter. Now, the Xu family has come out of the gloom, and its status in the court is vaguely more prosperous than before. The Xu family wanted to marry a daughter, and as soon as the news got out, matchmakers would come to the door every day. Suddenly, Shen Jingting felt busier than usual, almost as soon as one left, another came later, even drinking tea to slow down. There is no time to be angry.
On this day, just as Shen Jingting sent off the matchmaker who was going to marry the prime minister's second son, the chief manager of the Xu family walked in. Zhang Yuan came to Yuanjun's side, thinking that it was inconvenient for outsiders to hear these words. Shen Jingting looked up from the case: "But it's okay to say."
Zhang Yuandao: "It's Mrs. Shen Taichang's servant who handed over the greeting card."
Hearing the sound, Shen Jingting frowned.
Mrs. Shen was his uncle. When he first married into the Xu family, the Xu and Chen families had little contact with each other, especially when the Xu family was not stable, the Shen family could be said to have completely separated from the Xie and Xu families in the court. This was unavoidable, but until Xu Changfeng became a Marquis, Xu Yanqing made steady progress all the way, and was promoted from Minister of Criminal Affairs to Shangshu. He also had an imperial order, and the Shen family seemed to think of him as a concubine. Give gifts to your door.
At that time, the old lady and wife of the Shen family accepted the ridiculous proposal of the Yu family and let the ordinary son-in-law marry Brother Xie. In this marriage, the Shen family in Beijing can be said to have reaped all the benefits, and they didn't think about him at all. Indirectly caused the tragic death of my aunt. Although it was a mistake and it was not what people wanted, but after so many years, this is still a thorn in Shen Jingting's heart, so he has already cut off his ties to such a natal family. It's just that the Shen family in Beijing had the cheek to come to the door, and as the Zhengjun of the Xu family, it was hard for him to kick people out of the house.
Just looking at the man's face, he said indifferently: "You asked Mr. Taichang Shiqing to come to the door in person, why?"
Zhang Yuan showed hesitation on his face, and said: "The villain asked, and the lord heard that the Xu family wants to discuss marriage for the young lady, and wants to discuss marriage for the third son Shen."
At that moment, Shen Jingting stopped writing and said softly: "Only by him?" Although the tone was calm, it was a bit chilly.
Zhang Yuan also felt that the Shen family was whimsical, thinking that the Shen family thought that Marquis Zhenping didn't value his daughter, and only favored the scorpion born by the lord of the court, and the lord of the court looked down on the stepdaughter left by his predecessors. Because of the thorn in his eyes, the absurd idea of getting married with Xu's family arose in his heart.
Shen Jingting didn't know about the Shen family's tricks in the capital. Over the years, the Shen family relied on his reputation in Xu's family. Although he didn't dare to mess around in Shangjing, he still used Xu's name outside to make a fool of himself. He had beaten her a few times in secret, and thought that the Shen family would restrain themselves, but he didn't expect that after a while, he dared to hit Xu Yingluo with his idea.
"Since that's the case," Zhang Yuan said, "that villain, on behalf of the courtier, go and reject the lord."
But Shen Jingting stopped him and said: "It's okay, just let him wait." He stood up, walked with his hands behind his back and said, "Please trouble Mrs. Shiqing to come to the door to say goodbye to my son in person. This cup of crude tea from the Xu family is still worth it." Please afford it."
Zhang Yuan felt overwhelmed in an instant, the Lord Yuan meant to leave him alone. Seeing or not seeing this person depends on Yuan Jun's mood.
Although he taught him a lesson, Shen Jingting still felt a turbid air in his chest, he simply stopped seeing the guests, turned around and went to the elegant building on foot, but he came a step late, the study room in the building was already occupied by another person.
Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, petals like jade, lift up the bead curtain and walk in, and in the picturesque scenery, a man is drawing a picture in front of the desk. His eyebrows are like distant mountains, and his starry eyes are piercing. Just looking at his appearance, he is already a rare look in the world, but also seeing that he is wearing a long crimson red dress, and his hair is tied up with ribbons, but he still looks extraordinary. No wonder today Zeng joked that apart from Xu Aiqing, there is probably no man in the world who is more suitable for this bright and fiery color. He is holding a wolf gun in his hand, and he is concentrating on painting, and he splashes ink casually, and the powerful pen flows smoothly on the paper, and the picture of galloping horses is completed in one stroke.
At that time, Xu Yanqing, Minister of the Ministry of Justice, was also a Tanhua Lang in fresh clothes and angry horses. He knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Time flies, the years have settled down, and the romantic man has accepted his heart. He is a serious and serious court minister who speaks one word at the top.
As soon as Shen Jingting stepped into the room, he heard Second Master Xu say quietly: "Mr. Jun walks impatiently, with a solemn expression. I want to know which grandson is not open-eyed, which offends Mr. Xiaojun."