Remarry 9,000 Years Old

Shen Nanqiao had no idea that the little prince was in a state of confusion after being taken away.

She just felt that it was a good sign that she had resolved the war between Ning Su and Qin Lang that was about to break out.

So he put on a smile and put his arm around Ning Su's arm.

"Let's go."

Ning Su was somewhat confused by her sudden intimate action, and then wondered if this girl was trying to get away with it.

Just as he was about to frown, he heard the old noodle stall owner behind him calling out.

"Little girl, your dough."

Looking back, I found that the old man had already made a finished product while he was talking.

Shen Nanqiao looked up in surprise, then let go of her hand, picked up her skirt and ran over to take the figure in her hand.

After all, he was very skilled in the technique. The man had a fair complexion, a tall stature, and even his intimidating look was exactly the same.

She looked at the dough figurine, then stole a glance at the real person. She didn't know if it was because of her preconceived ideas, but she felt that they were cast in the same mold.

He reached into his purse and grabbed a handful of copper coins, not caring how much, and threw them on other people's stalls, making a jingling sound.

The old man panicked.

"It's not that much." As he said this, he picked up a handful of copper coins and wanted to hand them back.

Just as the flour-stained hand was about to touch the little girl's sleeve, it was pulled away like a magic trick.

"More rewards for you."

Ning Su was wearing casual clothes today, and the lights were dim, so the old man did not recognize him as the famous Ning Zhangyin, and smiled to himself.

"This girl described her lover to the highest level possible, and I'm afraid she's not satisfied enough."

Shen Nanqiao realized it later and looked up, only to meet Ning Su's meaningful, inquiring gaze.

"Sweetheart?"

He stared at the pink ball's face which was gradually turning red, then looked at the dough figurine in her hand, and for a moment he couldn't tell who it looked like.

Shen Nanqiao's cheeks turned red and she quickly put the dough figurine into her sleeves.

"He heard it wrong. Let's go. Don't you have to go to the palace later?"

Perhaps because she acted too flustered, Ning Su became curious.

He has always had excellent eyesight, and the stunning glimpse just now has been imprinted in his mind.

The dough figurine looks somewhat familiar, but I can't tell who it resembles specifically.

Until the two of them took a carriage back to Pingyuan Marquis Mansion, they happened to meet Ning Ziyu who had also returned from outside.

When he saw the couple, he quickly got out of the car and bowed respectfully.

"Uncle." He glanced at Shen Nanqiao reluctantly, "Grand aunt."

Ning Su suddenly came back to his senses.

This fair and clean face, with its narrow and long almond-shaped eyes, looks exactly like the dough figurine that was hidden by the dough just now!

It turned out to be him?

He glanced sideways, but saw that Shen Nanqiao's expression showed no change. He glanced at Ning Ziyu coldly and walked straight past him.

Is this a girl's love or love turning into hate?

Ning Su thought about it and ignored it. He followed Shen Nanqiao towards Songchangxuan, leaving Ning Ziyu there.

Ning Ziyu was filled with rage, but he didn't dare show it. After the two men walked away, he returned to the prince's courtyard angrily.

Unexpectedly, he met Minister Shen head-on, and he bowed hurriedly.

"Father-in-law."

Shen Mingde was filled with rage. He originally came to Ning Su to plead for mercy.

Today, the memorial from the Censorate has been delivered to the Saint. If he does not make amends after his loss, he will really lose the official position on his head.

But who would have thought that after arriving, I would be left alone in the flower hall for a while, and finally I was told that the governor and his wife went to the night market.

When he entered the door, Ning Su's usual carriage was clearly parked at the back door. It was obvious that he heard him coming and hid away.

Shen Mingde had been an official for twenty years, and he had never been treated with such disrespect by anyone, especially by his own daughter!

He wanted to leave immediately, but saw a servant beside Pingyuan Hou coming over and respectfully invited him over there.

Marquis Pingyuan did not put on airs. He served tea politely, like a relative.

This action made Shen Mingde feel a little relieved.

After all, Shen Jingyi was just a concubine, and the fact that Pingyuan Hou treated her with courtesy showed that he still valued the Shen family.

"I am ashamed to say that I am a ridiculous person and caused such a scene at the wedding." Pingyuan Hou sighed, "I wanted to apologize to Brother Mingde a long time ago, but I really have no place to put my face, so I put it off."

After all, he was a marquis who inherited the title, and Shen Mingde felt a little embarrassed for being so humble.

"It's also because I didn't teach my daughter well. Jingyi was spoiled, and Qiaoqiao has a stubborn personality..."

Pingyuan Hou pretended to be regretful.

"Jingyi is pregnant with my Ning family's child, so I should marry her. But my wife and I have liked Nanqiao since she was a child." He paused deliberately, "It is really unfair for her to be a co-wife, but if she is the Crown Prince's wife..."

The tea in Shen Mingde's hand almost spilled out.

In official circles, one must be cautious when speaking, and the implication of Pingyuan Hou's words is obvious.

"But Qiao Qiao has already married Governor Ning!"

"Who said it wasn't?" Pingyuan Hou practiced Tai Chi and added some tea to Shen Mingde.

The water becomes difficult to swallow.

He has been in charge of the Ministry of Rites for many years and has his own set of moral and etiquette standards in his bones.

Pingyuan Hou's half-spoken words had obviously touched his bottom line.

"I heard that the Imperial Censor submitted a memorial to the Emperor today?" Pingyuan Hou said calmly, "This is not an easy matter to handle."

Shen Mingde felt as if his fig leaf had been exposed, and he felt a little hesitant in his heart, but in his current situation, he really couldn't be tough.

"We have known each other for many years. I hope you can show me the way forward, sir."

"Brother Mingde, where do you think the root of this matter comes from?"

Shen Mingde hesitated for a moment and said, "Of course, he didn't manage his family well, and there is a suspicion that he favored a concubine over the legitimate wife."

"So it's fine to correct it in time. You have followed the saint for many years and you know that he is not the type to kill us all."

The panic I felt just now has now subsided.

"My Lord, do you want the prince to marry my daughter back?"

Pingyuan Hou put down his tea bowl.

"Why not? They already have an engagement, and the Pingyuan Marquis's Mansion will not allow a concubine's daughter to be the Crown Prince's wife. Isn't it the best of both worlds if they each go their own way?"

"But Qiao Qiao is already the governor's wife!" Shen Mingde felt like the pair of parrots his mother raised, repeating the same words over and over again.

"It's not like they really consummated the marriage." Pingyuan Hou chuckled, "Uncle's body makes it hard for him to find a wife."

Shen Mingde felt that all the ethics and morals of these years had been overturned. Did he mean to let Qiao Qiao remarry Ning Ziyu?

Regardless of whether Ning Ziyu has any concerns in his heart, he can't just pass the test of Ning Su, right?

This is the hatred of having your wife taken away from you!

"I'm afraid the Governor won't agree." Shen Mingde felt that he had said it very tactfully.

Then Pingyuan Hou sneered.

"Whether my uncle is willing or not is secondary. As long as the girl doesn't want to, even a saint can't force her. Just ask, which girl is willing to marry a eunuch?"

Shen Mingde's heart tightened, as if these two words carried thorns.

Pingyuan Hou looked at Shen Mingde meaningfully.

"So if you want to save yourself, you have to trouble Brother Mingde to persuade them. After all, they are father and daughter, so it's easy to speak up."

It was obvious that they wanted to use him as a tool. After all, he was a veteran in the officialdom, so he tried to maintain his composure and nodded.

"That makes sense. Let me go back and think about it."

He said goodbye in a hurry and ran into Ning Ziyu when he came out. He wanted to just nod and let him pass.

But seeing that the other person was so polite, I blurted out this sentence for some unknown reason.

"Sir, tell me the truth, if Qiao Qiao changes her mind, are you still willing to marry her?"

Ning Ziyu was feeling very angry about Shen Nanqiao's disrespect just now. When he heard his father-in-law ask this, his mind immediately turned to other things.

To be honest, this girl was beautiful before, but she lacked popularity, like an exquisite enamel doll.

But now, I don’t know if it’s because of the nourishment from my uncle, or maybe I’ve become enlightened, but my beauty has become particularly vivid.

If we can get it back, the two sisters will go together.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt my lower body tighten.

"Of course I do."

In Songchangxuan not far away, Shen Nanqiao sneezed suddenly.

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Ning Su [sneered]: I heard that someone is planning to turn my territory into a green grassland, I will put an end to him first.