Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 50 Time is running out!

The scorching sun hangs high, scorching the earth.

The speeding carriage shuttled through the sparse crowd, ran over the bluestone floor, and flew away with dust.

Hey ~
Slight sighs were drowned out by rattling horseshoes and creaking ruts, showing a bit of helplessness on the hot long street at noon.

Logically speaking, all civil and military officials in the court should be full of joy when the problem of food and grass is resolved, but Fang Xuanling in the carriage felt extremely anxious.

The eldest son, Fang Yizhi, saw that he was getting older, but he was stuck in the fifth-rank official rank, not going up or down.

The second wife, Yiai, loves poetry and prose, and won the title of the capital's number one talented scholar in Chang'an City. It was a smooth time to promote talents, but she was cut off by Li Xian, who broke out halfway!

If Li Xian's appearance was a coincidence, then the mysterious person behind the poetry meeting who proposed the famous lines through the ages, and the strange man who presented the potato fetish at the court meeting, is definitely not a coincidence!

After serving His Majesty for several years, Fang Xuanling has been able to grasp the facts from the details, and his intuition tells him that there is a capable person beside His Majesty!And more than one!
This kind of feeling is very ominous, and it all completely compares Fang Yiai, who wrote poems and eulogies.

If it goes on like this, sooner or later, the title of talented man in the capital is just a vain name, and it will definitely be worthless in the eyes of His Majesty.

call~
Amidst the long shouts, the carriage slowly stopped.

Through the veil, there was a voice with a touch of joy and gentleness.

"Master, the tea shop is here, do you want a cup of tea?"

Observing words and demeanor is the simplest skill of a groom's servant. When he stopped outside the palace, the groom saw the smiles of all the courtiers. This time he just wanted to please his master and exchanged for a few five baht.

"Who wants tea? Drive home!"

The rare violent shouting rushed out of the thin veil, and the harsh sound came out, which only made the groom feel cold and drove the horse in a hurry.

Gazing at the blind groom through the gauze curtain, Fang Xuanling's thoughts followed the swaying carriage to the house.

A few days ago, Yi Ai, the second son's wife, made a solemn plea, intending to marry Princess Changle as his wife, so as to shine on the family.

From the bottom of his heart, Fang Xuanling disdains such shortcuts.

After all, relying on his intelligence, he overwhelmed all the heroes to sit on the position of prime minister, and he is truly No.1 under the royal authority!
If the heirs can't keep up and rely on the princess to enhance their prestige, wouldn't it be a disguised form to show the world that the house is in decline?

But now there are many powerful people around the emperor, and Fang Xuanling is also entering his twilight years, there is no time to wait for the second son to climb steadily!
Following the ups and downs of the bumping carriages and horses, secretly clenched his fists, looking anxious, and sighed softly again.

"Perhaps Yiai is right."

"Marrying the eldest princess is the best choice for becoming a royal family today. If you wait any longer, I'm afraid the matter of marrying the princess will pass by."

"If this is the case, Fangfu...Fangfu is afraid that it will never recover..."

The grey-haired old man looked a little sad, with a bitter smile on his face full of vicissitudes.

"Fang Xuanling, when did you become like this among the princes... For the sake of your heirs, you have the audacity to take such a shortcut..."

The carriage stopped again, and a cautious voice came from outside the curtain.

"Master...he's at the mansion."

As soon as the words were finished, Fang Xuanling lifted the curtain and came out, before the panicked coachman set up the wooden steps to get off the car, he jumped down vigorously.

The sleeve robe fluttered, Fang Xuanling with a gloomy face strode into the mansion gate, shouting at the huge mansion.

"My beloved, leave the house with my father."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the panic-stricken servants in the promenade under the eaves and shouted.

"Bring a few boxes of rare treasures, take the glass inkstone from the old man's house, and prepare for loading."

……

Changsun House.

"Hey! Old Fang, come whenever you want, why are you so polite!"

Changsun Wuji and his wife and their eldest son, Changsun Chong, hurried out of the house with smiles on their faces.

Fang Xuanling cupped his hands in the distance, and saluted with a smile.

"Grand grandson Wanfu, I didn't report it today, but came to the door abruptly, and looked at Haihan."

Looking past Fang Xuanling, and seeing the golden box carried by the carriage, Changsun Wuji guessed all about it.

Fangfu's position is high and powerful, and in terms of official rank, he is no worse than him, a relative of the emperor. To be so humble and respectful, there must be something to ask for.

He took a few steps forward to support his arm, and patted Fang Xuanling's arm with his old and withered hand, Changsun Wuji smiled.

"You're welcome! Old Fang is polite, come, come, sir."

While speaking, he led Fang Xuanling and the others to the front hall.

Several people sat down, Changsun Chong poured tea one by one, Fang Xuanling was straightforward, took the brocade box from Fang Yiai's hand, and pushed it in front of Changsun Wuji.

"Elder grandson, I came across a square inkstone while traveling in the outskirts. It is very exquisite."

"Knowing that grandson Gong likes writing and ink, and has a special liking for pens and inkstones, I specially present it this time, and I hope grandson grandson will not refuse."

Changsun Wuji was also a man of sophistication, so he couldn't hear the implication. He patted the brocade box with his palm and said with a smile.

"Old Fang, you and I have worked together for several years, why should you be so polite?"

"Just mention it, the old man can help, how can he stand by and watch."

After offering tea for a round, Fang Xuanling smiled awkwardly, and pointed to the anxious Fang Yiai beside him.

"Changsun Gonghui's eyes are like torches, so the old man said it straight."

"The dog's last love, age and marriage, Dudu adores Princess Changle."

"The junior marriage, as an elder, can only come to arrange it brazenly, and I hope the eldest grandson can breathe in the empress's ear."

Changsun Wuji's complexion was slightly stiff in his eyes, and Fang Xuanling's old face flushed slightly, and he added.

"The old man knows very well that Princess Changle is a daughter of a thousand gold, and the son of a dog is only a child of a mere family, there is a huge difference."

"I'm afraid this matter will be a bit embarrassing for the eldest grandson, but this matter will not be forced..."

Before the words finished, Changsun Wuji frowned lightly, interrupted with a wave of his hand, and spoke with a smile.

"Old Fang, you are humble."

"You are the pillar of the country, and you are His Majesty's right-hand man. In terms of talent, how many people in the Tang Dynasty can match him?"

Looking aside obediently pouring out the last love of the waiter, Changsun Wuji chuckled and said loudly.

"Your son is young and well-known, his poems and songs are the best, his appearance is handsome, and he is a talent."

"In my opinion, the two of you are quite a good match. If you agree with each other, it will be a good match."

The eldest grandson Wuji raised his cup and walked around the Fangfu father and son, his eyes brightened, and he said with a smile.

"Old Fang, I wish this marriage between the monarch and his ministers will be settled as soon as possible. At that time, I will have a few glasses of wedding wine."

"Come on, the old man will replace the wine with tea, congratulations in advance."

The four-character marriage between the monarch and his ministers is frank and smooth, but in fact, Changsun Wuji revealed the deep meaning behind this move intentionally or unintentionally.

As soon as these words came out, Fang Xuanling's heart moved suddenly, and he immediately understood.

The deep meaning behind it was concealed, and the faint blush on Fang Xuanling's old face seemed to be a little deeper.

While toasting in return, he managed to squeeze out a smile.

"In that case, the old man would like to thank grandson Gong."

The immature Fang Yiai next to her had never thought about this. She believed in her heart that her eldest grandson Wuji would be the matchmaker, and most of the things would be done.

With a smile on his face, Fang Yiai raised a cup and toasted in return.

"This junior thanked Zheng Guogong."

After drinking a cup of herbal tea, the important matter has been accomplished, and Fang Xuanling has no intention of talking further, so after a few polite greetings, he bowed and got up to leave the table.

That old face didn't show much joy, after all, being easily pierced by Changsun Wuji this time, this old face is somewhat embarrassing.

Half an hour later, Changsun Wuji stood at the gate of the mansion with his hands behind his back, watching the dust fly away to the carriage, sighed and shook his head.

"Old house, the road is narrow, the road is narrow."

(End of this chapter)