Like Deng Chang, everyone from the Wuyang Hou family, as well as Li Yuanxiong.
At that time, Li Qianning was also a wandering hero.
“Tieu Ninh?” Mrs. Kim was stunned, not expecting such a thing to happen. When she received Zhang Ning's congratulatory gift, she felt like she could breathe a sigh of relief at this father-in-law's birthday party.
Seeing this, Liu Xiuxiu was both angry and amused. This recliner belonged to Truong An Shi. Since Truong An Shi passed away, this rocking chair was kept in the warehouse by Truong Ninh.
“Nguyen Ba still has friends like that?” Ly Thien Ninh showed a complicated look, thinking of her eldest grandson in surprise, sighing sadly in her heart.
Ly Thien Ninh appeared elegant on the outside, but was actually very majestic. She coldly glanced at Dang Xuong, Kim Than, and Ly Nguyen Hung, but did not speak.
Old Taoist Sung Thien understood, stood up, clasped his hands with Ly Thien Ninh and said: "Lord Quach, just now we were talking about the position of the young master, what is the Duke thinking? Please tell me next." I know." ."
If you can't inherit Ning Quoc Cong, then your elders are useless.
However, Li Qianning led the hero family, but he was able to keep a group to keep warm, so that he would not be wiped out one by one by Zhang Baigong, which showed his excellent ability.
But no matter how loud the second son is, this right is still in Ly Thien Ninh's hands. Although the position of the eldest son needed to be canonized by the court, Li Qianning needed to propose it himself, so that the court would have smooth sailing.
But not saying anything doesn't mean there's no opinion. Everyone also guessed that Second Master came with the intention of threatening Ninh Quoc Palace, fearing that he was sure to win. The long house will no longer separate.
“Tam Tien Tea?!” Ly Thien Ninh's face was like a mountain, a little moved. He carefully picked up the cup and took a sip, then put it down, pondered for a moment and said: "Endless aftertaste."
“Look at the people at that table, don't they look at their faces?” Deng Chang pointed to a table and said to Jin Shen.
The sixteenth day of the first lunar month.
Lady Kim's beautiful face was pale, she didn't eat or drink, and she sat withered, really sympathetic. Fortunately, Li Mengnv, Fanyang's third daughter, accompanied by Lady Jin, occasionally said a few words of comfort, which added a little warmth.
Immediately after, a thunderclap rang out. Right after that, the color of the sky suddenly changed, snow fell heavily, and the ground was soon covered with a layer of snow.
Chang Sheng took a gift box, just as expensive, but among so many gift boxes, it was a bit unremarkable.
The small team had two carriages, two charioteers, and five house slaves. The first car is for passengers, the back car is for loading goods.
Mrs. Chen said flatteringly.
He knew that if he continued to get involved, he would probably follow in the footsteps of his third child and be banished to earth.
In the yard, Truong Ninh was lying on a rocking chair with her eyes closed, leisurely enjoying the sunlight.
Chang Sheng took a gift box, just as expensive, but among so many gift boxes, it was a bit unremarkable.
In fact, he didn't know what kind of ability Truong Ninh had, one word would decide everything. But he knows that being friends with Zhang Ning is only beneficial and not harmful, so be bold.
Liu's father went to work in the yamen, Liu's mother was weaving in the room, and Liu Xiuxiu was drying blankets in the yard in good weather.
The Minister of Rites is not a big mandarin, just a fifth-rank official, but his status is not light. Zhang Feinian is thirty-five years old this year, a Jinshi of the late emperor's dynasty and a disciple of general Wang Xiao.
It is no exaggeration to say that the blade is a daredevil.
It made the neighbors look around, guessing whether Zhang's son would become rich and prosperous.