“…… It's okay, my mother will help you worry about this. Mother Ling responded, and she was also a little desperate.

"Wangxi, why don't you let your father go to the saint and think of a way? There are so many concubines in the palace, if you can marry Tsing Yi, wouldn't it be better for us to know the roots? ”

Xia Ling looked at her quietly: "It's good, it's just that the saint can let me marry another man?" ”

Ling's mother was speechless.

Xia Ling: "Forget it, mother, since this is my life, then I will enter the palace." ”

"Mother...... I'm sorry for you. The tip of Ling Mu's heart twitched fiercely.

She didn't expect that the gears of fate were so strong, even if they were reborn, they still couldn't change Ling Wangxi's fate of marrying into the palace.

"Master, Li'er, let's go, let Wangxi have a good rest." Ling Mu said.

The family of three left Xia Ling's boudoir a little sadly.

*

From the backyard to the front yard, the three of them were ready to go to the study to recount, and on the way, they passed the small bamboo pavilion in the courtyard.

The verdant bamboos squeeze with the sound of the wind.

A figure of a man in a pale robe turned his back in the direction of the road.

He is gentle and handsome, and his face is as handsome as green bamboo.

Standing under the green bamboo, carefully admiring the lush bamboo.

The man's figure is slender and straight, as if it is integrated with the temperament of the bamboo forest.

When Ling's father and Ling's mother saw this figure, they immediately paused.

They gave Ling Lizhi a look, and the two of them walked around from the side first.

And here, Ling Li's eyes were complicated, and he felt guilty when he saw the man.

"Tsing shirt!" Ling Lizhi called and walked towards Fu Qingshan.

Fu Qingshan turned around.

Seeing Ling Lizhi, the man's eyes were slightly smiling, and his eyebrows were clear.

"Brother Ling."

With a tall nose bridge and a handsome appearance, Fu Qingshan looks like the favorite appearance of the daughters of the nobles.

Gentle as jade, gentlemanly and square, are all true portrayals of Fu Qingshan.

He is talented, very methodical, and is the champion appointed by the Holy God today.

I don't know how many princes and ministers in the court want to marry their daughters to him.

However, because Fu Qingshan's ancestors had some relationship with Ling's mother, Ling Wangxi always called him cousin.

In the Ling Guo Mansion, there have long been rumors that Ling Guo Gong will make a family appointment for Fu Qingshan and Ling Wangxi sooner or later.

Unexpectedly, a holy decree was passed on to all the school-age daughters of the ministers' families to enter the palace draft.

The saint only left three signs, but Ling Wangxi's.

Ling Wangxi brought it back from the palace in the morning, and the news that she was left with a sign is probably known to the officials in the entire capital.

Ling Lizhi didn't have to guess to know that Fu Qingshan must have heard the news, so he came to the Guogong Mansion to find him.

Ling Lizhi brought Fu Qingshan to his courtyard and served tea.

Turning around and closing the door of the study, Ling Li looked apologetic.

"Tsing Yi, I'm really sorry."

Ling Lizhi looked at Fu Qingshan.

The young champion Lang, handsome and upright, is his best sister-in-law in any way.

If he could, Ling Lizhi really wanted to fulfill his marriage with Ling Wangxi.

It's a pity......

He and his sister are destined to be inseparable.

Ling Lizhi's heart was melancholy.

Fu Qingshan: "I don't have to say I'm sorry, I just want to know, what does Miss Ling think now?" ”

Looking at Ling Lizhi, Fu Qingshan only wanted an answer.

"Ugh." Ling Lizhi sighed.

For the docile man in front of him, he really couldn't bear it.

However, the matter has become a foregone conclusion, and it can only be judged when it is decided, which is good for Fu Qingshan.