The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

"She is the eldest daughter of Minister Wang of the Ministry of Personnel, Wang Zhiyu." Wei Shubai blushed a little.

It is true that he wants to bring Wen Huai together, and it is also true that he likes Miss Wang.

Why not match Wen Huai? In his mind, his mother was a very good person. Thinking of the news that the servants had passed on to him, those middle-aged men who had found someone to propose marriage, who had countless concubines at home, dared to ask to marry his mother? She was old and ugly, and dared to send a letter to his grandmother?

Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? What kind of person is this? What kind of person is this?

Especially those who have children, saying that her mother is a good wife and a loving mother, why? Are they planning to let his mother go to their home to serve their family?

I don't know where that face came from.

Do you really think that anyone can come to the general's mansion? Even if we take a step back, his mother is still the village head! He doesn't even look at his official rank or the money in his hand.

The abacus beads really fell on his face.

Not as good as Wen Huai!

At least Wen Huai is good-looking, has good character and talent, but he is still a rookie and is barely a good match for his mother.

Wei Shubai looked at Wen Huai again. Seeing how worthless Wen Huai was as he stared at his mother, he thought he should let those young ladies from aristocratic families see it.

"The daughter of the Minister of Personnel," Chu Bainiao thought for a moment, "How long have you been in contact with Miss Wang?"

Wei Shubai came back to his senses and blushed, "I met Miss Wang outside the city last March. It has been more than a year now. We have always gotten along very well and would often go to the garden to enjoy the flowers together."

"She gave me a hand-embroidered purse a few days ago. I think she loves me. She will be a 15-year-old soon, and I am afraid her parents will arrange her marriage."

"Mom, can you go and ask around for me?"

Chu Bainiao tapped his fingers on the table. "Marriage is not a joke. You have to think it over. If you marry someone, you must be responsible for them."

Wei Shubai nodded and smiled innocently, "I really like Miss Wang."

Chu Bainiao curled the corners of his lips and said, "Okay, I will discuss this matter with your grandmother and try to send a visiting card and visit her in the next two days."

Wei Shubai felt relieved, but when he saw Wen Huai just staring at him without saying anything, he couldn't help but feel speechless.

Brother, I gave you a chance but you didn't use it!

Chu Bainiao was also a little embarrassed when he noticed his senior brother's burning gaze. "If Xiao Huai has a girl he likes, he should also tell your mother."

"Tell my mother," Wen Huai spoke very clearly, as if whispering in her ear, "Xiao Huai knows, Xiao Huai will tell my mother."

Chu Bainiao felt uneasy and left in a hurry.

Wei Shubai rolled his eyes. Although he was optimistic about Wen Huai, he would not help him too much. His mother's preferences came first. It was obvious that his mother was not interested in Wen Huai.

If he were to say so, it made sense that the child he had watched grow up actually had such thoughts about him.

How perverted.

Wen Huai should go see a doctor if he’s okay. What if Chinese medicine can cure him?

Wei Shubai thought so.

Wei Shubai took three days off, and he didn't come back just to deal with Wen Huai's matter. He went to see his grandmother and mother, asked for all the visiting cards that had been handed to them, and spent a day sending them out, inviting these people to gather at his house.

The next day, all those who had handed in their visiting cards, whether they held positions or not, went to the martial arts training ground in the general's mansion and sat down.

Everyone met at the gate of the general's mansion and bowed to each other awkwardly.

Sitting in the martial arts field.

Behind Wei Shubai were two rows of weapon racks, hung with knives, swords, guns, spears, halberds, halberds, and halberds.

On his left hand stood a red tasseled spear that was more than two meters long and weighed more than forty kilograms, with the tip of the spear pointing straight up into the sky.

On the right hand side, a 1.7-meter-long and 20-pound long sword was thrown on the table, with the sharp blade shining with a cold light, facing the middle-aged men who were seated.

Anyone who looks at it this way will know that today's banquet is a Hongmen Banquet.

Wen Huai was wearing a white gown with big lotus flowers embroidered on his chest and hem. He sat down next to Wei Shubai and opened the luxurious folding fan in his hand with an inscription by a famous calligrapher, which read "Charming and graceful like jade, and elegant and refined".

He was outstanding in appearance and young, sitting in the lower seat with a group of old men, like a white crane standing out among chickens, or a pearl from the east standing out among fish eyes.

Everyone present looked at each other.

Finally, the highest-ranking Shaoqing of the Imperial Household Department spoke up: "What is the matter that Master Wei summoned us here today?"

This Junior Secretary of the Imperial Household is almost fifty years old. Although he is called Junior Secretary of the Imperial Household, he is actually just an official in charge of livestock and horse farms.

This person is the one with the highest official position here.

"Master, the Junior Secretary of the Imperial Household Department," Wei Shubai nodded to the other party, then looked at the others, "Have some tea first."

Wei Shubai took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Wen Huai was waving a folding fan, looking calm and relaxed.

Wei Shubai put down his teacup and said, "Master Shaoqing of the Imperial Household Department, if I remember correctly, you are almost fifty, right?"

The Shaoqing of the Imperial Household Department's face darkened, and he almost instantly understood what Wei Shubai was going to say. When he received the invitation from the General's Mansion, he thought it was for him alone, and he happily accepted the invitation, but he didn't expect it was for everyone.

He was about to stand up, not wanting to be insulted by the young boy, but Wen Huai personally poured him a cup of tea.

Who is Wen Huai? He is the youngest son of the Duke's Mansion who is loved by everyone. He is also the first place winner in this year's imperial examination. If he does not make any mistakes in the palace examination, he may even compete for the first place. Once he enters the court, with the help of his family, he will be like a fish in water and a tiger with wings.

The road ahead is bright.

He could only put his butt back down, "Young Master Wen."

Wen Huai waved his fan kindly, "Have some tea."

Wei Shubai had a cold face and cursed directly with a fake smile: "The Minister of the Imperial Household Department is already fifty years old, but he is looking for someone to act as a matchmaker to marry my mother. My mother is only thirty years old. I'm afraid your daughter is already older than my mother. I don't know where you got the nerve to do that!"

"In terms of identity! My mother is the wife of a first-rank general! In terms of status! My mother is the village head appointed by the emperor himself!"

"And you? In terms of status, there are countless junior officials in the Imperial Household Department. You are so old that you haven't even become a minister of the Imperial Household Department. In terms of position, who in the capital knows you? Is your house in the city? How many hours does it take you to attend court every day? In terms of family, you have thirteen concubines at home!"

"What!" Wei Shubai slammed the table and stood up, getting angry when he said this, "Sir, the Junior Secretary of the Imperial Household Department wants my mother to go to your house to manage your concubines and raise your children?"

"The Thirteenth Concubine dared to find someone to come to the General's Mansion to act as a matchmaker!"

"I'm telling you! You've come to the wrong place, you old cow, you want to eat young grass! Do you respect my father? Do you respect the deceased general? Do you respect the deceased hero who protected the country? What is his wife who was married to you? What is that?"

"Do you respect the village chief personally appointed by His Majesty? Do you really think my general's mansion is made of clay?"

"How dare you!" The Imperial Household Department's Junior Secretary slammed the table and stood up, "How dare you, a little boy, insult me!"

"Didn't I speak the truth?" Wei Shubai stood like a mountain in front of the old Imperial Household Department's Shaoqing. "I tell you, even if this matter is brought to the emperor, my General's Mansion is in the right! Why do you dare to treat the widow of a martyr like this? Are you bullying me, Wei Shubai, who has no official position? Are you bullying my General's Mansion, which is full of old and weak people? Are you bullying my General's Mansion, which has no one to support it now?"

Wei Shubai recited to himself the words that Wen Huai had written in advance. The more he recited, the angrier he became. What a fucking old man! You have an old-fashioned identity, an old-fashioned position, an old-fashioned money, and an old-fashioned appearance!

Why do you dare to find a matchmaker to propose marriage?

Why do you dare to think of marrying his mother?