After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Old man Li had a lot of inner thoughts, but when Qiao Da glared at him with such a dark face, he immediately turned around and ran into the mansion to report.

He is afraid!

These four people who carry the sedan chair always have gloomy faces like four evil gods, and none of them is easy to mess with.

He dared not offend him.

It was not until he had run most of the way that Old Man Li suddenly realized what the black-faced sedan bearer had asked him to convey.

Were they driven back?

Old man Li stopped and laughed three times while standing there.

Hahahaha, those four evil gods also have this day!

Happy, happy!

They always keep their eyes on the sky! Now they are getting their comeuppance!

He simply slowed down and walked leisurely towards the backyard.

Humph, are you in a hurry? Just wait!

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In the study room in the backyard of the palace.

Fu Jiuli read the letter at a glance, his face grim.

He slammed the letter on the table: "Cold wind!"

Leng Feng appeared in response.

"There is no need to submit the Sixth Prince's letters in the future."

"Yes!" Leng Feng took the order and left.

Fu Jiuli was the only one left in the study.

He sat behind the desk in silence for a moment, and finally his eyes fell on the lonely letter beside him.

This was already the thirteenth letter the Sixth Prince had sent him in the past half month, almost one letter every day.

The content of each letter was almost the same, telling him which nobleman Shen Ming had attended a small banquet hosted by, and enumerating in detail which young talents attended the banquet, and also enumerating their advantages one by one.

There are those who have a long family of scholars, those who have simple families, those who are handsome, those who are gentle and kind, those who are skilled in martial arts...

After listing these, the end of the letter always points to one thing.

That means Shen Ming is choosing a husband for his sister. It's likely someone will be chosen at this banquet. For example, someone is so outstanding. Shen Ming had a very pleasant conversation with them. Presumably, good news will soon come out of the Nanyang Marquis' Mansion...

At the end, he said a few words of comfort, saying that after Sister Nanxing got married, she would no longer worry about him, and he could be a good prince without having to worry about this matter anymore.

Fu Jiuli picked up the letter he had taken a picture of earlier and carefully read the names of the people attending the banquet.

As expected, Hu Lin's name was on the list.

His name appeared on every one of the thirteen letters, and he was one of the people Shen Ming had pleasant conversations with thirteen times.

It's obvious what his purpose is.

Fu Jiuli's fingers tightened around the letter, and it finally couldn't withstand the pressure. Like the twelve letters before it, it became wrinkled and torn...

Yes, he has no qualifications and no position to interfere.

Shen Ming once asked him if he would stop his sister from choosing a good husband for her.

His answer at the time was: No.

Since he said it, he will keep his promise.

Fu Jiuli closed his eyes, trying to clear away these unnecessary thoughts.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the woman with tears in her eyes immediately ran into his mind.

She looked at him aggrievedly and acted coquettishly: "Fu Jiuli, my legs hurt..."

He heard his own cold voice: "General Shen's legs hurt, he should go to the clinic."

My heart throbbed.

No one will know the dark desires in his heart.

He really wanted to, so he held her in his arms and comforted her without hesitation, wanting to see with his own eyes whether her leg was okay.

Even though he guessed that she might be pretending, he still wanted to do this.

But in fact, not only did he coldly let her go to the clinic by herself, he also...

He heard himself say again, "There's no war in the country, General Shen... can find a good man to share our joys and sorrows with."

Then she started crying.

She said that she was being too sentimental and ran away crying.

She didn't know that it wasn't that she was being sentimental, but that he wasn't worthy of her...

She also didn't know that after she left, his heart was empty.

But how can a man like him give her happiness?

She deserves the best.

He hadn't seen her for more than half a month since that day. He thought that by not seeing her, he could curb his dark desires.

But he controlled himself from seeing her, but he couldn't control himself from thinking about her like crazy.

Every night, the woman would smile sweetly or be about to cry...

Keep dreaming.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the study.

The corners of Old Man Li's mouth were filled with an irrepressible gloating. "Guard Xiao, please inform the Nine Thousand Year Old Man that the four sedan bearers who were there before the Nine Thousand Year Old Man have been driven back!"

"I'm waiting outside the gate now."

In the study, Fu Jiuli stood up suddenly.

The memorials on the desk fell to the ground.