At this point, Yang Hu stuttered a little, "Sister, I would rather let Hu submit this letter to Da Sima regardless of my shame."

My face is still a little thin, and my heart is still a little shameless, so the more I talk about it, the redder my face becomes.

Feng Da Sima, on the other hand, was slightly surprised when he heard what Yang Hu said, and then immediately returned to normal.

Over the years, to be precise, from Shu to Liangzhou, then to Guanzhong, Bingzhou, and even Hedong, which aristocratic family in any place did not want to send a woman from the clan to his bed?

Even the Hu Ji in the North and Western Regions have this kind of dream.

Feng Dashima had seen too many such things.

Although there is still a place for concubines supported by the imperial court in the house, it is empty... which is actually quite good.

The person responsible for receiving the letter had his hands half-stretched, and it seemed that he wanted to reach out to receive it, but when he heard Yang Hu say this, he suddenly retracted his hand.

Then, he turned around and glanced at Feng Dashima.

Feng Da Sima looked as usual, as steady as an old dog.

The Yang family of Shandong is indeed a wealthy family.

He probably felt that he had been offended last time, so this gift was such a big gift.

After being quiet for a while, Yang Hu felt as uncomfortable as he had felt for ten years, and he wanted to bury his head under the ground.

When someone took the letter in his hand, Yang Hu suddenly felt that the weight of the mountain on his body suddenly disappeared.

Feng Dashima got the letter and glanced at it, but saw that the handwriting on the envelope was delicate and graceful, much better than his own writing.

I didn’t read more, let alone open it and read it, I just put the letter on the case:

"I already know your sister's intention, but please go back and tell your sister that since Cao Zijian left, for me, it is the time when Yu Boya lost his son, so I don't want to talk about the matter of divine friendship."

Hearing this, Yang Hu felt a complicated feeling in his heart.

There was both disappointment and injustice, and even a sense of secret relief.

He naturally knows what the clan means.

But regarding this matter, the sister who rejected Master Sima actually showed no objection at all and even wrote the letter herself.

Now that he was rejected by someone - even if his surname was Feng - it still made him feel unworthy of his sister.

After taking a look at the letter on the desk, Yang Hu smiled bitterly:

"To be honest, Da Sima, Hu's arrival this time was actually due to my sister's persuasion. Last time Hu returned home, he was scolded by my sister."

"To say that she is a woman who refuses the Sima family's proposal for marriage and is ignorant of the general trend of the world. She actually wants to go against the trend. It is really stupid."

As he spoke, the bitter smile on his face became thicker and he shook his head:

"When the news of Luoyang reaches Shandong, Hu will know that my sister has true insights."

After saying that, he raised his hand again:

"What Hu said is not to praise my sister in front of Da Sima, but to ask for a favor for my sister. With my sister's knowledge, I will definitely not insult Da Sima's calligraphy."

"Wait a minute, what did you say?" Feng Da Sima waved his hand and asked, "You mean, Sister Gui rejected Sima's marriage proposal?"

When Yang Hu heard this question, his heart thumped, and he vaguely thought of something.

But he had to answer: "Exactly."

Feng Dashima pondered for a moment:

"Who is from the Sima family?"

"Sima Ziyuan."

"Master Sima?"

"yes."

"The Sima Master who poisoned his wife and then married Wu's daughter?"

Yang Hu was startled, then gritted his teeth and wanted to nod, but he seemed to want to refute:

"It is rumored that Sima Xiahou died suddenly..."

Feng Dasima chuckled and said meaningfully:

"Today's Luoyang is the Luoyang of the Han Dynasty, not the Luoyang of the pseudo-Wei Dynasty, let alone the Luoyang of the Sima clan."

"Uncle Yang, you are also Xiahou's son-in-law. Don't you really know how Sima Xiahou died?"

Yang Hu was silent.

"So, your sister is right not to marry Master Sima."

"If not," he glanced at Yang Hu, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip:

"Sleeping with a vicious and inhumane guy like Master Sima, ahem, staying under the same roof, I'm afraid I have to turn a blind eye when sleeping."

Yang Hu continued to remain silent.

"However, Sister Gui was able to withstand the pressure and reject Master Sima's marriage proposal at that time. I have to say that she was indeed quite discerning."

If it were anyone else, Feng Dashima might not care too much.

But after all, it was related to Master Sima. Although Master Sima was dead, he was still a famous figure in history. This fact made Feng Da Sima a little interested.

I can’t remember who was Sima Shi’s last wife in original history.

I don’t know whether to marry Yang Hu’s sister or not?

Thinking of this, Feng Dasima couldn't help but asked:

"Sister, what is your maiden name?"

His original intention was to know the name and see if he could recall it or had heard of it.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hu's expression changed when he heard this.

this……

I heard that Mr. Feng has a hobby of liking women who have been engaged to each other. Is it true?

However, my sister is not engaged to Master Sima!

Could it be that those who have discussed getting married also count?

There was no need to look at Yang Hu, whose expression was changing, or the wide-eyed servant next to him. As soon as Feng Da Sima's words came out of his mouth, he knew that he was in trouble.

He coughed and hurriedly explained in a disguised manner:

"Forget it, I'm just asking casually. It's rare to see such a woman with such great vision, so I can't help but be curious."

Yang Hu held back his turbulent thoughts and forced himself to calm down and smiled:

"If Da Sima is interested, why not take a look at my sister's letter? There is definitely my sister's name on it."

There is definitely no character, because only after you marry someone, the husband's family will pick the character.

That's why a woman who is not married is called "waiting in the boudoir".

After Yang Hu finished speaking, he bowed his hands again and prepared to leave.

He felt that if he didn't resign, he might die of shame here.

Feng Da Sima did not try to persuade him to stay, but asked someone to send him out.

And his eyes fell on the letter on the desk.

This Yang girl is a bit interesting...

Given the status of the Yang family in Shandong, it was definitely impossible for such a legitimate daughter to be a concubine for Master Sima.

If he wanted to marry a Yang girl, Master Sima would either continue to kill his wife to achieve enlightenment, or divorce his wife and marry again.

According to this person's cruelty, it is impossible to say that he will become acquainted once and twice.

Thinking like this, Feng's hand unknowingly picked up the letter...

"Da Sima, there is someone outside asking to see you."

Feng Dasima, who was deep in thought, trembled subconsciously, stuffed the letter in his arms in fear, and frowned at the same time and asked:

"Who is it?"

He didn't have many acquaintances in Luoyang, and the generals in the army were all deploying defenses in Luoyang as planned. Unless there was something urgent, they would not come.

"I don't know, this guy just said he was Da Sima's nephew, and this is the token he sent me."

"nephew?"

Feng Dashima was stunned for a moment. I have a nephew in Luoyang?

Hey!

There are so many strange things happening these days.

First there was someone who wanted to recognize him as brother-in-law, and now there was someone who wanted to recognize him as uncle.

After taking the token and looking at it, the face of Feng Dasima, who was as steady as an old dog, suddenly changed slightly:
Chapter completed!