Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator Chapter 282: : It’s also good to be Mrs. Jing Anbo

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He Changxi sighed and shook his head.

Brother is the most upright and filial piety person. Regardless of whether this is a bureau set by aunts and mothers, things happen to already and cannot be changed.

If my grandmother insists on letting him marry Pan Nianzhen, I am afraid he will not refuse.

Even if they are not happy after marriage, he will not refuse.

This is actually a disguised abandonment and despair by He Changqi, which is not good for himself.

"Can't you persuade Brother?" Chu Yan suggested.

He Changxi shook his head again.

The three brothers grew up together. Although he is almost ten years behind Brother, he still knows him well.

Because he is the eldest grandson in the family, he has been instilled in his family the thought of supporting the top family, caring for his brother, and acting with integrity. Since he is the elder grandson, he has to do filial piety to his elders instead of his brothers. In the Dawu dynasty, ruling the country with filial piety, the younger generations seldom violated the elders' entrustment and decision.

Not to mention the older generation like Mrs. He.

Although he has a lot of weight in the house, he is a junior, after all, he has no authority in front of Brother. Even if he talks hard, He Changqi will not listen.

If you want to change the decision of the old Taijun and He Changqi, I'm afraid only my father Jing Anbo.

Chu Yi heard He Sanlang's explanation and hurriedly said, "It's not that Dad will be back soon. We will write to Dad and tell Dad what it is."

He Changyu was reminded by Chu Yi, hurriedly got up to the side of the book case, and wrote a letter quickly.

When the letter was asked to be sent out by Lan, the couple finally relieved.

As long as Jing Anbo can get back in advance, He Dalang and Pan Nianzhen's marriage will not be completed.

Chu Yi and He Changyi talked for a while, and they went to lunch together.

In Ningzhen's room, Pan Nianzhen lay on the bed, her already cried out several times.

Being “caught in bed” by He Changyu and Chuyu this morning, she felt like a thunderstorm, and her mood collapsed instantly.

She can't believe it till now. The person she has valorized with courage to consecrate will be the tall and burly bear He Changqi!

Prince White Horse turned into a "dog bear". Pan Nianzhen hated not to be killed with one head, but her final reason prevented her from thinking about it.

Although she is extremely unwilling, she is not brave enough to brag.

A little while later, Grandma He Ying came in.

She saw the helpless sigh of her pale-faced, yawning daughter, and stepped forward to sit beside the bed.

"Sister Jen, the mother didn't arrange it for you at the time, why did you ... how could you make a mistake?"

He Ying is spiteful and selfish, but she is really good to Pan Nianzhen, or she will not be distorted by her.

Where can Pan Nianzhen dare tell her mother the truth? Where dare to say that she actually has another mind.

Her goal is not Kajiro at all, but Kaburo.

The woman who He Changzheng sent to the backyard to check the news was the one she arranged.

"Mother, my daughter was confused at the time, and I didn't know why I was wrong."

When mentioning this, Pan Nianzhen's swollen eyes were bursting into tears, and she rushed to He Ying's arms, mourning: "Mother, what should my daughter do now? My daughter can't survive ..."

He Ying wants to say that her daughter is not upset. She has arranged everything in one hand, and she can still make mistakes, but looking at her daughter now, she can't bear to blame.

She sighed, "What can you do, you can only marry Dalang now!" There was a firmness in her words.

Pan Nianzhen is obviously not willing.

Mother Moruo, He Ying understands the virtues of her daughter, the three grandfathers of the He family, if they are talented, He Sanlang must be top-ranked, followed by He Erlang, but the grandson He Dalang looks with Jingan. He is not conspicuous.

But He Saburo got married last year. He Dalang originally shouldn't have considered it, but who called him already and Li, and had no son yet.

Thinking about it today is a good choice.

The girl's family chooses her husband, but she can't look at her face completely, she also needs to have status and status.

Pan Nianzhen raised her tears and timidly resisted, "but ... but I don't like big cousin ..."

He Ying really hates iron and can't make steel. Now I can't talk about anything, I can't see it anymore, my body is lost, it's useless to look at it.

But she can't just hit her daughter like that, she can only comfort her daughter from another angle.

"Although your eldest cousin looks ordinary, he is the eldest grandson of Bethlehem. In the future, you will be older and you will pass the title to him. If you marry your eldest cousin, you will be Madam Jing An , Your big cousin has no son-in-law, if you have a boy, it will be a young son in Jing'anbofu in the future, your grandmother will only hurt you more. "

He Ying bitterly persuaded that Pan Nianzhen looked a little better, but in fact, only she knew what she thought.

After half an hour, He Ying stood up.

"Okay, mother-in-law has to say everything. Think about whether mother-in-law is justified."

Pan Nianzhen nodded, He Ying stooped and touched her daughter's hair, sighed and left Pan Nianzhen's room.

When He Ying left, Pan Nianzhen sat on the bed for a long time.

Suddenly she looked up at the girl-in-law Pinglu next to her, "Pinglu, do you say I should confess my fate like this?"

Ping Lu lowered her head and didn't dare to look directly at Pan Nianzhen. She glanced away, and then whispered back: "Slave ... Slave didn't dare to speak ..."

It seems that Pan Nianzhen didn't really need her answer. She lowered her eyes, and only her own voice could be heard in a low voice.

"I'm not willing ..."

Xiao Bojian, who just came out of the sixth prince's palace, received a letter from Wei Jia.

Xiao Bojian got into the carriage first with the letter, and Wei Jia followed in.

As soon as Wei Jia sat firmly, he heard the master ask, "Who's?"

Wei Jia shook his head, "I don't know, it was delivered to a subordinate by a child in the street this morning. It's just for the master."

"What about people?"

"Subordinate already forced to ask, the child didn't know anything, just received the money and delivered a letter."

Xiao Bojian's face flashed gloomily. He tore open the envelope, unfolded the stationery inside, and scanned the contents of the stationery in ten lines.

When he found out what was mentioned in the letter, he stared unbelievably, and his hand holding the stationery could not help but tremble.

Xiao Bojian's overly beautiful face suddenly rose with a flush, which was not angry but excited.

He held the letter firmly, trying to suppress the emotion in his heart that was about to burst.

But at this time he is still young, not as steady and old as he was in the later period.

The opposite armor saw the master with a tight face and a distorted expression. He seemed to be depressed and couldn't help but wanted to vent. He asked a little bit worried, "What's wrong, master?"

This sentence brought Xiao Bojian back. He hurriedly adjusted the expression on his face, and threw his hand into the charcoal basin placed in the carriage.

The flash of light flashed the letter already into ashes.