Zhu Zhanji had long known that Master Yang was unreliable. He was a top scholar who did not discriminate against Jinyiwei but regarded Confucian scholars as corrupt scholars, and was also a cruel person who could shout that pork was delicious in front of him.

But Zhu Zhanji never expected that Mr. Yang would take him to see what his fiancée looked like.

After pondering several times along the way, Zhu Zhanji finally couldn't help it: "Brother Yang, my brother and sister went to the temple to fulfill their wishes. Isn't it good for us to go like this?"

Master Yang glared at Zhu Zhanji and said angrily: "Why do you say so much nonsense? Don't you want to know what your fiancée looks like?

This time you will accompany me to create opportunities for me. Next time I will accompany you to let you know what your fiancée looks like?"

Zhu Zhanji said helplessly: "As the saying goes, as long as a wife is virtuous and virtuous, it is nothing if her wife is a little worse in appearance, and she is not a concubine?"

Yang Shaofeng laughed a few times and said, "What kind of concubines are you taking? They are all human beings. Whose girl is not born to her parents, and who is not spoiled by her parents. It is your business to take a concubine, but I have no such plan."

Zhu Zhanji said in a daze: "No, if you don't take a concubine, let alone whether Mr. Yang will beat you to death, even his younger brother and sister will not agree."

This time it was Mr. Yang's turn to be stunned: "Don't talk nonsense. Isn't it good to spoil her alone? I have to take a concubine and share the goodness to her. That's all I can do?"

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said, "That's true, otherwise the people would say that their younger brothers and sisters are jealous, but the top scholar can't even accept a concubine, which makes people laugh."

Yang Shaofeng grabbed his hair and simply ignored Zhu Erjiu, the unlucky child.

Speaking of which, it’s really nothing to take a concubine or not, but the unlucky child’s marriage is completely unavailable to decide on himself. Even if he doesn’t want to take a few concubines, he can’t have more children. This is the emperor’s political correctness.

The carriage was parked not far from Jingxin Temple. Master Yang lifted the curtain more than once to look at it. Zhu Zhanji and Lin Yu who were accompanying him felt particularly funny.

Is this the top scholar who is still the verbal battle with scholars?

It was not until a carriage arrived slowly that Lin Yu became energetic, pointed to the woman who was about to get off the carriage, and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, look, that's my sister!"

Master Yang looked at the woman in white plain skirt who was getting off the carriage, and all kinds of beautiful words began to pour into his mind. After the entire Luo God fu fu was spent in his mind, Master Yang actually found that the vocabulary was not enough.

Then Young Master Yang turned to Lin Yu and said, "Brother, let's go back and have a good drink later!"

When Zhu Zhanji heard what Master Yang said, he immediately laughed wildly: "Ha, I didn't expect that the top scholar would be a disciple!"

Master Yang shook the folding fan in his hand and smiled, "What's wrong with Dengtuzi? What's wrong with him being kind to his wife? But that guy Song Yu, who peeked at the love between the couple and said it vividly, is really not a son!"

Zhu Zhanji was furious and pointed to the carriage not far away, and said to Master Yang: "Brother Yang didn't say before that marriage requires the order of parents. Does the matchmaker say that? Why have you changed your mind now?"

Young Master Yang smiled and said, "I am married to my wife, and it is not a marriage. How can it be considered a change of mind?"

With a swish, Master Yang put away the folding fan and said to Zhu Zhanji again: "Brother Erjiu, today I will teach you a good person: There are three unfilial things, and there is no descendant. Shun married without complaints, and he was no descendant.

So, no matter what scholars say, it makes sense. You are still far from it, you must study hard!"

Zhu Zhanji asked with a confused look on his face: "Is this explanation for "Li Lou Shang"?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "Yes, the moment I saw my wife, I had already thought of the child's name."

The two were talking nonsense, but Lin Yu poked Master Yang hard and signaled Master Yang to turn his head out.

The plain dress, shaped like a Luoshen, her long hair was tied up with a ribbon casually, but it added a bit of naughty, but there was a hint of frost on her face: "I wonder what the young master has thought about?"

Yang Shaofeng looked back at Lin Yu, who was like an ostrich, and then looked at Zhu Erjiu, who had already unfolded the folding fan and covered her entire face. He suddenly felt that his neck was a little stiff. After slowly turning back, he smiled and said, "It's nothing."

"snort!"

After a crisp hum, the beautiful man in front of him glared at Lin Yu, then turned around and headed towards Jingxin Temple.

Yang Shaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and grabbed Zhu Erjiu's folding fan, and sneered: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Erjiu smiled wryly and said, "I feel guilty, guilty."

Master Yang spat and said, "Coward!"

Lin Yu whispered: "Brother-in-law, you were quite timid just now."

He knocked Lin Yu's head hard, and Yang Shaofeng said curiously: "Is your sister so serious on weekdays?"

Lin Yu nodded and said, "It would be better if I was alone with Bing'er. I often hear the two of them talking and laughing, but they never laugh in front of outsiders, including in front of me."

Master Yang nodded and simply lifted the curtain openly. He didn't care how the young ladies were talking to him, so he kept staring at the direction of Jingxin's temple.

Zhu Erjiu hummed twice, and finally said, "Brother Yang, otherwise we will go back? Or you can put the curtain down."

Yang Shaofeng said, "What are you afraid of? Is there anything embarrassing when my wife comes out? As for what others like to say, they will let them go, and what do you have to do with me?"

Zhu Erjiu couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Famous, fame! Let everyone know that you are a disciple. Is your face very bright?"

Yang Shaofeng did not answer, and after a while, he suddenly spoke: "We are already seventeen this year, and next year will be eighteen. At that time, my family will send someone to propose marriage. You are the prime minister."

Zhu Zhanji nodded vigorously and said, "That's true. I'll be a prime minister for you, and you'll also be a prime minister for me."

Young Master Yang looked at Zhu Zhanji with a look of a fool, "Brother Erjiu, if you marry in your noble family, there are so many rules. Those little ladies dare not torture you, but like to torture the prime minister. Do you think I am stupid?"

Zhu Zhanji was furious and said angrily: "Then you asked me to be a majesty for you, but you are not afraid of me being tortured? Do you think I am stupid?"
Chapter completed!