Chapter 93: The decree came too suddenly
"If the young master is fine, the old slave will go back first. The Holy One is still waiting for the old slave to return to his life!"
"Auntie, go slowly."
Qiao Yun pursed his lips and saluted that person, but the joy on his face couldn't be stopped no matter what.
"Congratulations young master, congratulations young master..."
As soon as the carriage in the palace left, everyone in the Qiao family knelt on the ground to please Qiao Yun.
Qiao Yun's face was hot and shy, but he didn't show any pretentiousness.
"reward."
"Thank you son."
The sound of "reward" made everyone stronger, and the sound of thanks shook the birds on the trees of the neighbors' houses to fly up to watch the excitement.
There was celebration in Qiao's mansion, and Qiao Yun was even more joyful in his heart. Even the old lady, who had been ill for many days, looked much better.
Qiao Zhengjun said bluntly, if he knew that the happy event in Qiao's mansion could make the old lady so happy, he should have asked the king earlier and went later.
General Qiao had a sad expression on his face, and he didn't show any joy over his son's affairs.
"My wife, what's the matter?"
Qiao Zhengjun sat aside, looked at General Qiao and asked.
"The Eighth Prince's daughter was assassinated and injured, and she begged the Holy One for a marriage right after she came back. Why is this so strange?"
General Qiao also knew Nan Jun's heart knot. Although his son had been in a bad mood these years, he never saw Nan Jun's heart softening.
How could she take the initiative to propose to marry the young master of the Qiao family, whom she has always regarded as an enemy after experiencing a series of changes?
"According to Nu's family, it seems that the wife-lord is too worried. The Eighth Prince and Yun'er grew up together, and they always have some feelings. Maybe she figured it out. After all, Du Guijun's death was indeed not caused by the queen. Why!"
Qiao Zhengjun didn't think there was anything wrong, if it wasn't for Du Guijun's matter, maybe his son would have married the Eighth Prince's daughter long ago!
General Qiao was still worried. He felt that things were not that simple, and he was afraid that there would be fraud in the marriage.
She has only one son, Qiao Yun, and she doesn't want her baby, Liao, to marry into someone else's family and be wronged.
But when he thought of the old lady's body, General Qiao didn't dare to delay the child's marriage any longer. If something happened to the old lady, the child would have to stay at home for another three years.
Not to mention the Eighth Prince's daughter, even other women of the right age would run away even if they were children.
"The child is happy, so let's not talk too much."
Seeing the blue figure coming this way, Qiao Zhengjun persuaded General Qiao again, fearing that she would say something that would upset his son.
"Meet mother, father."
Qiao Yun entered the door and imitated the appearance of a woman and hugged General Qiao and Qiao Zhengjun who were sitting there.
General Qiao looked relieved, but Qiao Zhengjun frowned suddenly.
"Yun'er, you are the one who is going to marry into the royal family, you must be polite, don't always act carefree, and make others see the joke."
Qiao Yun lowered his eyes and grinned, not taking his father's words to heart.
"My Qiao's family is the general, and Yun'er is like this, I think it's very good, not twitchy."
General Qiao couldn't see who said that her son didn't say a word, so he hurriedly helped out.
"As the co-author, do you think I have too many things to do, and say I'm pretentious?"
Qiao Zhengjun didn't want to, his eyes turned red, and he stared at General Qiao aggrievedly, as if she had bullied him.
General Qiao closed his mouth in fright, and patted the back of Qiao Zhengjun's hand embarrassingly, with a flattering expression on his face.
If General Qiao was able to outnumber a hundred on the battlefield, he was taken to death by Qiao Zhengjun at home.
If not, how could there be only one child in Qiao Yun's house!
Qiao Zhengjun was General Qiao's favorite, and no one could touch him.
"Father, don't be angry, Yun'er knows all the etiquette in the palace, and he won't be so casual when he arrives at the Eighth Prince's Mansion."
Qiao Yun hurriedly got down on Qiao Zhengjun's knee, and rubbed his head flatteringly on his knee.
Hearing what Qiao Yun said, General Qiao felt even more distressed.
Look, look, if this is married to the Eight Princes' Mansion, her son will not be able to be himself, it's really embarrassing.
But because she just offended her husband, she only dared to slander her words, and absolutely dare not speak again.
"Father certainly knows that my son is sensible, but the Eighth Prince's Mansion is no better than our home, and the Eighth Prince's daughter...is what you have always been thinking about. When you marry, you always have to put your wife first."
Qiao Zhengjun stroked Qiao Yun's head lovingly, his eyes full of reluctance.
Qiao Yun couldn't help but feel hot when his father talked about his thoughts. It was his great blessing to be able to marry her, and he would definitely put her first in everything.
"Um."
General Qiao couldn't stand it anymore, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"In my opinion, if Yun'er married into the Eighth Prince's Mansion, it would be better to recruit a wife-in-law. It's better to go and abide by the rules of those poor sons, and feel uncomfortable!"
General Qiao has always hoped that her son can find a good-looking man to join Qiao's family, so that her son does not need to be angry with his in-laws, and he does not need to be overwhelmed by his wife.
The most important thing is that in the future, he can give birth to an heir to the Qiao family and continue the incense of the Qiao family.
"Mother…"
Qiao Yun called out in disapproval, and General Qiao quickly shut his mouth.
Qiao Zhengjun didn't open his mouth, he just pursed his lips and didn't know what he was thinking.
He was in poor health, and it was his regret that he could not give birth to a daughter for the Qiao family. If the Qiao family lost its incense in his generation, he would indeed be a sinner of the Qiao family.
It's not that Qiao Zhengjun didn't reluctantly persuade General Qiao to accept a servant to come in, but General Qiao refused without giving him the slightest chance to show his virtue.
Qiao Zhengjun felt sorry for the Qiao family. He had always been careful about the family and never dared to complain. Even if he had no daughter, the old lady never said anything bad about him.
Speaking of which, for a man favored by his wife-lord, his in-laws will not wrong him. This is all thanks to General Qiao.
And Qiao Yun was pampered and grew up since she was a child, until she married Nan Jun...
"As long as my son likes it."
Qiao Zhengjun stroked Qiao Yun's black hair lovingly, his eyes were full of tenderness.
The cinnabar red on Qiao Yun's forehead is dazzling, as if knowing that the owner is in a good mood today, it will also shine.
Although Nanjun's body was always in his mind, Qiao Yun didn't dare to go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion to look for her because he couldn't meet her before they got married, so he had to send someone from Qiao's Mansion to send Nanjun some medicinal herbs.
Nan Jun, who had slept all night, was already well when he woke up, thinking of Lian Qing's hard work in taking care of her yesterday, Nan Jun specially ordered the dining room to cook ginseng soup for Lian Qing and send it to her.
Nan Jun, who was practicing sword in the back garden, stopped when he heard the footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw the butler standing there leading a handsome young man, holding a food box in his hand.
"What is it?"
Nan Jun put away his sword, pulled a white cloth towel and asked while wiping his sweat.
"Master, this is Mr. Qiao's personal servant. He is here to deliver soup to Mr. Qiao..." the butler bowed and reported.