The Yang family of Hongnong may not be compared with the five surnames and seven families in terms of fame, but it is an existence of the same level as the four surnames in Hedong...

The profound background is no less than that of the Zheng family, and it is even a little bit inferior to that of the Zheng family.

Yang Chenglie showed a lonely look on his face, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

Yes, if Yang Shouwen becomes the son-in-law, then it will become more and more difficult for him to return to Hongnong and include Yang Shouwen's name in the genealogy.

You should know that among the few regrets that his father Yang Dafang had before his death, returning to the Yang family was one of them.

Yang Shouwen opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

Nowadays, the father and son of the Yang family seem to be unable to control their own destiny. If not, his father and son will become victims of the game between the court... Anyway, Yang Shouwen doesn't remember that Princess Anle once married to him in history.

"Father, as long as I don't marry the Li family's daughter, won't it be enough?"

He held it in for a long time and finally said his heart.

Yang Chenglie smiled, "Who do you think you are? If you say you don't marry me, you won't marry me?"

Things have reached this point, and even the saint was alarmed. Even if the prince is unwilling to marry the princess to you, he is afraid that he will not be able to do so now... If the prince wants to marry the princess to you, do you think you can have room to refuse?"

After saying that, he sneered and sighed again.

"Slow down!"

Zheng Jingsi's eyes turned and she had other ideas.

"What Yizi said is not impossible."

"Erjiurang, stop making trouble... If your Zheng family can stand up, you may be able to refuse, but can the Zheng family stand up?

If I were still in the Yang family, I would have refused.

But the question is, am I still a member of the Yang family?

My father and son are now living under someone else’s roof. How can we reject the prince’s “beautiful intention”? Let me tell you, as you said, even if the prince is unwilling to let Yizi be his son-in-law now, once the news spreads, he will not be able to make the decision.”

"No. No, no!" Zheng Jingsi waved his hands repeatedly, and the smile on his face became stronger.

"In fact, there are not people who can stop this marriage. As long as she wants to object, it will definitely succeed."

"who?"

"Nature is the saint today."

"You mean..."

Zheng Jingsi smiled and said, "The only person who can stop this marriage is the saint.

You also know that the saint actually hopes that the prince will marry the Wu family. But now that this happens, the saint is not easy to speak. But... Listen to me, but if the saint feels disgusted with the saint, it will definitely stop it."

Make Wu Zetian hate me?

Yang Shouwen widened his eyes and looked at Zheng Jingsi, "You have something wrong with your head."

Yang Chenglie also frowned and said, "Erjiulang, what's your idea?

Wei Zi is so handsome, although she is not as cute as Pan An and Song Yu, she is also extremely cute. It may be very difficult to make the saint hate him."

Father, you have never said anything right in your life, but this sentence is so good!

Yang Shouwen was almost moved and cried.

"Besides, the saint is moody.

What if the saint hates Yizi and wants to take Yizi's life, isn't it even more dangerous? If so, then I would rather let him marry the Li family's daughter."

"Before Yizi, I'm crazy."

"yes."

"Let him keep going."

"ah?"

Zheng Jingsi looked disgusted and said in a deep voice: "The saint is a person who wants to be very face-saving, and she originally hoped that Wu Li would get married. If Yizi was a fool, she would definitely feel disgusted. But it was precisely because Yizi was a fool, she would not make things difficult for Yizi. I don't know anything else, the saint should have such a little bit of a belly. Could it be spread to say that she was embarrassed by a fool?"

"Alas!"

Yang Chenglie's eyes began to shine, and he turned his head to look at Yang Shouwen.

Yang Shouwen opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to argue.

I used to be foolish, but now I am not foolish... You asked me to show off. I am natural. But I am just pretending to be stupid, but I can't pretend to be stupid.

"But everyone outside knows that the syrup is already well.

If he was still a fool, how could he write those poems and articles?"

Zheng Jingsi couldn't help but pat the table and said, "Wenxuan. Why are you confused... you are pretending to be stupid, just have you had an attack?

For example, he can make trouble and make trouble everywhere! To the outside world, this can only be said that he is sick. He is actually very clear-headed, but sometimes he is not controlled. In this way, even Sun Simiao can't do anything about it."

“This is a good idea.”

"And, it's not illegal for a man to beat people... When you arrive in Luoyang, someone will definitely cause trouble for Yizi.

When Yizi takes action, who can tell what? With this cover, Yizi will be better off when she goes to Luoyang."

When Yang Shouwen heard this, he seemed to have ten thousand grass and mud horses whizzing by.

I’m counting that you didn’t make me pretend to be stupid, you made me pretend to be mentally ill? Yes, it’s not illegal to kill people in mental illness, and beating people is natural.

He looked at Zheng Jingsi and suddenly realized that Secretary Zheng was not a good person either.

Under his gentle and elegant appearance, there is such a dark heart hidden... But, I like him like this!

杨守文甚至开始幻想:见了安乐公主之后,若我揍她一顿,李显还会把她嫁给我吗?

Zheng Jingsi is indeed a great charity.

As soon as this idea was opened, he became excited and designed various mental illness characteristics for Yang Shouwen.

Yang Chenglie was stunned when he heard this, and when he looked at Zheng Jingsi, he became a little unfamiliar.

Maybe it was too exciting to say that, after Zheng Jingsi finished speaking, Gudu took a big sip of water, and then he noticed the surprise in the eyes of the Yang family father and son.

Uh...it seems to be a little out of control!

Zheng Jingsi felt a little embarrassed, so she coughed and sat upright.

"Public propaganda, I just provide you with some ideas. How to do it depends on your choice."

OK, what else to choose?

You think of what you should think of, and you think of what you should not think of too.

Yang Shouwen sighed even more in his heart: Uncle Erjiu, your idea is so good. I want to give you thirty-two praises.

It's getting late.

Zheng Jingsi stood up and said goodbye, calling Zheng Qian downstairs.

After a while, Zheng Qian jumped down from the building, holding a manuscript in his hand, and said with a smile: "Brother Siezi, can I take this article back and copy it? I will bring it to you tomorrow."

At this time, Yang Shouwen was still shocked by Zheng Jingsi's wonderful ideas.

He said absent-mindedly: "Okay, you can take it back."

"Public propaganda, I'll say goodbye first... You can think about it carefully and think about what needs to be added.

Anyway, I think this is a good idea. I believe that if you do this, it won’t take long to end this matter.”

"good!"

Yang Chenglie seemed a little dull, and together with Yang Shouwen, he sent Zheng Jingsi and his son and Zheng Liang to the door.

"By the way, Di Guangyuan is staying in Gong County tonight. I guess he will arrive tomorrow afternoon and will definitely come to the door the next day.

You can think about it one day.”

"Thank you, Uncle Erjiu."

Yang Shouwen stood outside the gate and watched Zheng Jingsi and the other two leave.

After a while, he suddenly turned his head and said to Yang Chenglie: "Father, Uncle No. 29, don't offend him in the future!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!