Chapter 572: Your concubine

While Ning Su was furious, he glanced at Nan Baozhu.
The Nanjia lady kneeled on the spot in silence.
Her complexion is excellent, her eyebrows are not seductive, she is pure and charming like a child, and she is probably the jewel of the family's pampered boudoir.
A man who is half-life of a military horse has always defended his family and the country, and defended the weak.
He relented and made the biggest concession: "For your concubine."
Chang'an aristocratic princes, prostitutes became popular, and concubines were very common.
Ning Wanzhou suddenly looked up.
He was about to argue and protest, Ning Su calmly said: "Ning Wanzhou, also consider raising your grandmother, mother, and sister. Changan does not allow intermarriage between scholars and concubines. Even if you can afford it, Our family can't afford it either."
Ning Wanzhou's face looked terrifying.
He knew the consequences of intermarriage between scholars and concubines.
but……
Even if he is not the heir of Zhenguo Gongfu, he still wants to marry Nan Baozhu in an open manner!
However, she had to take advantage of her identity as the heir of the town government to take her out of South Vietnam.
He looked at Nan Baozhu and decided to give her the right to choose.
As long as she is not willing to be a concubine, then he will abandon the identity of the little grandfather!
To escape from Nanyue, the big deal is to find another way!
Nan Baozhu lowered his eyes, tears leaking into his mouth, very bitter.
Is there peace in the world?
As long as she doesn't marry Song Ming's disgusting stuff, as long as she doesn't drag the family, she will be very satisfied. Anyway, her identity is not worthy of Ning Wanzhou.
She lifted her teary face: "I am willing to be a concubine for the little grandpa."
She wanted to smile, but tears rolled down one after another, soaking the scattered skirts.
A sense of humiliation arose spontaneously.
Ning Wanzhou's heart was cut like a blunt knife, and the pain was terrible: "Sister..."
Ning Su felt unbearable in his heart, turned his head and said lightly: "I will talk to your family in detail."
The farce ended.
The crowd dispersed outside the hall.
Song Liu sneered and sneered: "The good lady at the house refuses to be a concubine, she wants to be a concubine, she deserves it, she is really mean!"
Song Ming brushed off her sleeves, "I missed me, it is her lifelong regret."
"Ming'er, I will help you see your wife tomorrow. There are so many officials and ladies in Shengjing City, they must all love you! I will pick you a young lady of twenty-eight years for your mother, and they will definitely rush to get married. For you!"
The mother and son were talking.
More than a dozen ladies passed by together, did not see them, twittered:
"I can see that the little grandfather took everything to protect Nan Baozhu's face. What an epic affection is this!"
"Who said no? As me, I would rather be a concubine for the little father-in-law than marry Shilang Song. Shilang Song is so old that he can be my father!"
"The point is that he not only has an oil bottle but also a wicked mother-in-law who is so difficult to serve. I would rather die alone than marry Shi Lang to serve his family!"
"I really envy Nan Baozhu. Oh, my little grandpa is so beautiful, he can eat two more bowls of rice every day! I really want to marry!"
"..."
They discussed fiercely and left one after another.
Song Liu:? ? ?
Song Ming:? ? ?
Song Ming's face was pale.
At any rate, he is also a third-tier servant. In the marriage and love market, he is so unbearable, so he is not liked by girls? !
Song Liu's face was red and comforted: "Son, these women have no eyes and don't know the benefits of marrying into our Xiangfu. Don't worry, you will definitely choose a good marriage for your mother!"
...
"For a concubine?!"
Qionghua Palace.
Nan Baoyi stood up in disbelief.
Xiao Yi, wearing a night clothes with narrow sleeves, leaning on a armchair, was opening a volume: "Although it is a concubine, Ning Wanzhou loves her like her life, no different from his wife. People in the government of Zhenguo It's reasonable and won't bully your little cousin."
"But she is my little cousin, how can she be a concubine?!" Nan Baoyi was hysterical, "just because my family is a prostitute, she can't even be a concubine?!"
Xiao Yi closed the book.
He raised his eyes and looked at her quietly: "It's not my decision to make her a concubine."
Nan Baoyi turned back with red eyes.
She knew that she shouldn't lose her temper with Xiao Yi, but she was just angry and her stomach was full of anger!
Xiao Yi looked down and opened the volume again: "Three days later, the Zhenguo Guihui will return to Chang'an with Ning Wanzhou and Nan Baozhu. If you want to see off--"
"Because of my bad idea, Zhuzhu would be a concubine. Second brother, do you think I have the face to see her off?"
Xiao Yi was silent.
Nan Baoyi walked straight behind the screen.
The hot water was ready, she pulled up her sandal hair, untied her skirt, and soaked in the warm water.
The heat wanders around.
She closed her eyes and her thoughts were in confusion.
It's impossible to be a concubine...
But if you want to become the prince concubine of Zhen Guo Gongfu, you have to make Dayong recognize the Nan family as a noble family.
The family's current ambition is to be the richest man in the world. Sooner or later, Da Yong Chang'an will go. If he can get a noble status, it will be beneficial to the whole family.
However, the evaluation of the gentry is extremely strict. If the generals want to be among the gentry celebrities, their ancestors must have officials, and the family must have a reputation.
Prestige can be managed, but the ancestor is an official...
Nan Baoyi's eyebrows tangled.
Her ancestor came to Jinguancheng to take root more than two hundred years ago, and she didn't know what she was doing before.
Jinguan City, Dayong, officials.
Ancestor...
Tianshu?
The word popped out of her mind, and the girl suddenly opened her eyes.
She didn't care about wearing clothes, grabbed the light veil and wrapped it slightly, and rushed to the screen with bare feet excitedly: "Second brother, Dayong's Tianshu token, will not appear in my house for no reason! My ancestors, and Dayong The founding emperor must have an ulterior secret! If our ancestors had assisted the founding emperor of Dayong..."
Xiao Yi was startled slightly.
He had never thought about the relationship between Tianshu and Nanjia!
If enough evidence can be found to prove that the ancestors of the Nan family did serve as officials in Dayong, then in the future, when the Nan family enters Chang'an, they may be rated as a noble family!
After the founding heroes, be regarded as high-grade nobles!
Nan Baoyi understood his thoughtful look and knew that this matter was feasible.
Like she was pleased, the birds threw the birds into his arms: "Second brother!"
Don't watch out for water stains on the soles of your feet.
Haha!
She slipped!
The whole person fell directly under Xiao Yi's robe!
Nan Baoyi took a deep breath and held Xiao Yi's knees. As soon as she raised her head, she saw her eyes dimmed and she fell into his robe!
Between the breath, there is a cold fragrance of mountains and rivers.
Something in the silk was beating, facing her face.
Nan Baoyi blushed and hurriedly opened his robe.
Breath came from above, slightly heavy.
Nan Baoyi raised her head and saw Xiao Yi condescending, looking at herself.
She only noticed that her light gauze robe was scattered during the fall. At this moment, she was kneeling and sitting between his legs, with a subtle posture.