At this early spring, the nights in the capital were still a little cold.

Furong snuggled up to Zhang Zhiji and said a little sadly, "Although the water color has been picked, she is born in a brothel and has a huge difference in identity with the young master. The water color is not worthy of the young master."

"We are in love with each other, so why bother with these things? Besides, you were once a descendant of a famous family and just lived here."

"But will the young master accept water at home? I heard that the British man's family is very strict. A woman like water is afraid she doesn't even have the qualifications to be a maid in the Duke's Mansion."

"Follow me, I will take you to see my father tonight. As long as I speak to my father, I believe he will agree." Zhang Zhiji pulled Furong and was about to leave.

"Young master, don't, go at this time, I'm afraid the Duke of the country will feel even more ignorant." Furong quickly stopped Zhang Zhiji.

After hearing Furong's words, Zhang Zhiji thought that he was impulsive, "Then let's go in first, let's talk about this tomorrow."

When she returned to the room, the light became much brighter. At this time, Furong saw the shoe prints on Zhang Zhiji's body. She nervously stroked Zhang Zhiji's face and wiped the soil off his face. "Has they beaten just now? Is it serious?"

Seeing Furong's nervous look, Zhang Zhiji felt happy and hurriedly held Furong's caressing hand, "It's not a big deal, I won't let anyone bully you anyway."

Furong didn't say anything, but just quietly helped Zhang Zhiji to dust off his footprints.

After Furong wiped the soil on Zhang Zhiji's body, Zhang Zhiji took Furong's hand and said, "You get off early, I'll come here to pick you up tomorrow to see my father."

Furong was worried and shy when she heard Zhang Zhiji's words. She hesitated for a moment and then grabbed Zhang Zhiji's hand and walked towards the inner room. "Young Master, let's rest here tonight."

When Zhang Zhiji heard this, he was excited and thought to himself, "Fifth Brother's routine is too deep, and this footprint is not in vain."

The next morning, Zhang Zhiji and Furong were cleaned up. Zhang Zhiji looked at Furong with a shy face with pride on his face and said, "Let's go."

The two of them got on the carriage and did not go back to the Duke's Mansion directly, but ran to Zhu's Mansion first. They were not confident about how to convince their father Zhang Zhiji. After seeing Zhu Youjian's routine yesterday, he wanted to ask Zhu Youjian's tricks first.

After getting off the carriage, Zhang Zhi pulled Furong into it without waiting for the doorman to report.

It was early this time. Zhu Youjian was dancing with Gao Sheng to exercise. Seeing Zhang Zhiji leading Furong, he stopped, took the sweat towel and wiped his face, and asked Zhang Zhiji, "Is there anything wrong with Ziyu coming with Miss Furong so early?"

Zhang Zhiji took Furong's hand and said, "Fifth Brother, she has already delisted, and will be changed back to her real name in the future."

"Oh, then why did Ziyu and Shuise Girl come so early? Didn't you just tell me that Shuise Girl has changed its name?" Zhu Youjian said with a smile.

"Well, I actually want to ask my fifth brother to give me some advice." Zhang Zhiji said a little embarrassedly, "You know that my father is an old antique. I want to marry Shuise as my wife. I am afraid that my father will not agree, so let's see if there is anything that Brother Wu can give me some advice."

"This" Zhu Youjian was really embarrassed. In this day, it was difficult for ordinary literati to marry a brothel woman, let alone the only son of a dignified Duke.

"Tiyu, I think this matter is a bit difficult. It would be fine if the British Duke didn't know Miss Shui's identity. With Miss Shui's academic temperament, the British Duke would be satisfied. But if you want to get married, you must ask Naga to name Najib. The British Duke must know at that time."

"Is there no other way?" Zhang Zhiji said irritably.

Zhu Youjian frowned and thought, "It's either a solution, it's just a little trouble. Let Miss Shui return to her original home. Since Miss Shui changed her real name, I don't know much when I come to Beijing. As long as you tell me to set up a side room with the British Duke, the journey from Beijing to Huzhou is long. If you do something, you will find it. I think the British Duke will not notice it. Things are a little low-key and should be as you wish. But after a long time, it will probably be exposed. But at that time, the British Duke has no choice but to change his mind."

After hearing Zhu Youjian's words, Zhang Zhiji glanced at Furong next to him, shook his head slowly and said, "No, I want the media to marry Shuise in the eight-carrying sedan chair."

Zhu Youjian spread his hands, "Then there is nothing we can do."

"Then we will say goodbye."

After leaving Zhu's mansion, the two of them got on a carriage and headed towards the Duke of England's mansion. Furong held Zhang Zhiji's hand in the carriage, "As long as I can be with you, I don't care about my status. I think Mr. Zhu's method is good, why don't we do what he said?"

"No, I can't let you suffer grievances. Not only will I marry you as my wife, but I will only marry you in my life." Zhang Zhiji said firmly, "Don't worry, I have everything."

When Zhang Zhiji returned home, he completely lost his previous momentum and pulled Furong to walk quietly, like a thief.

"Young Master, what are you doing?" Zhang Zhong, the butler behind him, patted his shoulder when he saw Zhang Zhiji's appearance and asked.

Zhang Zhiji turned around and saw that it was the old housekeeper Zhang Zhong. Zhang Zhong had been in the Duke's Mansion since he was a child, and everyone in the mansion was very polite to him.

"Shh, Uncle Zhong, please speak softly, is my dad in the study?"

"Here, I'm going to give the master a cup of ginseng tea. Who is this lady?"

"Oh, let's talk about this again. Ginseng tea will be given to me, I'll send it to my father." Zhang Zhiji took the ginseng tea ceremony from Zhang Zhong.

"Shuise, wait for me outside first." Zhang Zhiji said to Shuise, then brought ginseng tea and walked towards the study openly.

In the study, the British Duke Zhang Weixian was working on the official documents, and Zhang Zhiji gently placed the ginseng tea on the table.

Seeing that there was no movement after putting down the ginseng tea for half a day, Zhang Weixian said without raising her head, "Zhang Zhong, is there anything else?"

"Dad, it's me."

Zhang Weixian raised his head and saw that it was Zhang Zhiji, so he scolded, "What have you been doing recently? You can't see people every day and don't go to the academy. Do you think it's great to be able to hold two stone bows? Your father, I was a general when you were as old as you. I have no time to show my diligence. Do you have anything to ask me for help?"

"Dad, you were wise and powerful back then, how could I compare with you?" Zhang Zhiji said flatteringly.

"Tell me quickly if you have something." Recently, Zhang Weixian has decided to do something, and the prince is in a particularly good mood to participate in politics to make up for the shortcomings. He is not as harsh as before when he spoke to Zhang Zhiji. Zhang Zhiji was happy and there was a chance.

"Dad, I want to get married." Zhang Zhiji said with his head down and his fingers twisted.

"Puff" Zhang Weixian sprayed out a mouthful of ginseng tea, "What? I heard it right? You didn't want to force you to get married before, but every time you force you to hide in Zhang Yong's camp, how can you figure it out now?"
Chapter completed!