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Five hundred and twentieth chapters inappropriate(2/2)

The family of books and the prime minister's mansion is so noble and the family tradition is clean and upright, so why is it not a good family member?"

Jia Huan said earnestly: "Old ancestor, you want to do it.

The Li Xiangye family is actually pretty good.

But the young master of his family is his son when he is old.

The entire Prime Minister's Mansion is just a single seedling. Since childhood, he was spoiled and protected by the Prime Minister's wife and wife as phoenixes. He was so arrogant and thought he was too arrogant and was born to feel superior.

With such virtues, which sister in our family can enjoy happiness after marrying him?

Not to mention enjoying happiness, it would be great not to serve him all day like an old mother!

Old Man Li is also a sensible person, and he can see this thoroughly.

Know the virtue of his beloved son.

That's why he didn't give your ancestor a chance to speak, because he knew that if the Li family really married my Jia family daughter and came in, his bear son would probably die tragically under the control of his grandson in the future..."

"puff!"

Poor Yuanyang just raised his flushed face. After hearing this, he didn't suppress it in one breath, burst into laughter, and then quickly lay down.

While feeling distressed, Jia Mu patted her back and was relieved, she beat Jia Huan's arm in anger, blaming him for causing trouble...

Jia Huan laughed and continued, "As for Zhang Xiang, that's even worse.

Old Man Zhang's noble and squareness must be admired by ten thousand people.

But when my sister followed his family to eat cabbage and swallow potato bars, my grandson would not agree.

Moreover, with his family's personality, his grandson is willing to marry a golden mountain. For the sake of their reputation, they will turn a blind eye and will not use it.

Instead of the two families becoming dirty in the future, it is better not to mention this one now."

Upon hearing this, Jia Mu looked a little tired, sighed deeply, and sighed with disappointment...

Seeing this, Jia Huan hurriedly spoke out to comfort him: "Don't worry, my grandson knows a lot of young talents. Can't I pick out a few families with good character and family background?"

Jia Mu shook her head, sighed again, pulled Jia Huan's sign language and said earnestly: "I'm not worried about your sisters. This daughter's family has always had a life and a life of her life.

No matter who they marry in the future, with you, you will always be fine.

But I always think that I have to find some helpers and some help for you.

Our Jia family has all connected to the army, but now in peace and prosperity, the status of Wu Xun is no longer as good as before. Now, the rule of the world depends on civil officials.

So, I thought, if you can find some good helpers in civil servants, you won’t have to struggle so much, right?

Look at my grandson, how old is, huh?

It became like this...

My ancestor, I always think of your eyes, and I can’t sleep well at night..."

As Jia Mu said, shed tears, and Yuanyang's eyes turned red. She took out an embroidered handbag to wipe away her tears.

Jia Huan was still a little unhappy when he first heard this.

Isn’t this a deal with the Jia sisters?

What is this?

But after hearing this, I realized Jia Mu's heart and was immediately moved.

He held Jia Mu's hand with some age spots and comforted her with a smile: "Oncestor, please rest assured.

What do you think, who is the grandson?

He is a relative and grandson of Rongguo and the descendant of Ningguo.

Now he is a first-class marquis of the country and is wearing a purple gold bullfighting suit.

Back then, Duke Rong, the ancestor, was...oh, were they wearing royal robes?

Hehe, that grandson is still a little short.

But the grandson is still young!

After a few years, my grandson's eyes will still have a chance.

Therefore, the grandson can withstand it himself and no longer has to find those civil servants to be allies.

No civil servants..."

Before Jia Huan finished bragging, his face was held by Jia Mu's trembling hands. The old lady's hand rubbed on his face, and then she said in a slight sob: "My grandson, can your eyes really be better?"

When Jia Huan heard this, his face froze...
Chapter completed!
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