Bu Zhanfeng was good at both civil and military arts, he was omnipotent, and his appearance was naturally outstanding.

For women in the boudoir, a talented man like Bu Zhanfeng is indeed a rare good man and son-in-law.

Lin Mengchu smiled coldly, but she understood that these were just Bu Zhanfeng's harmless appearances.

Maybe he felt what Bu Zhanfeng had just said without anyone else watching, and it was just a moment of admiration.

Lin Mengchu has read his inner ambition from Bu Zhanfeng's words!

That's right, she is the prime minister's daughter, not an insignificant daughter of a small family!

Bu Zhanfeng looked at Lin Mengchu, who was sitting quietly, as quiet as a lady, and was amazed.

There are hundreds of flowers blooming in the garden, but under the background of this woman, there is nothing interesting about it, and it becomes the background of women.

The woman's jade-white little face, her shining eyes, and her radiant smile are the most beautiful scenery in this garden.

Bu Zhanfeng sighed again, "How can there be such a perfect woman in the world? If this woman were a direct descendant, she would probably have a bloody fight with the man she wanted to marry."

But precisely because this daughter of the prime minister's house is just a concubine, he can just take a concubine. If he marries a serious wife, it doesn't matter.

But Bu Zhanfeng also knew in his heart that he was just a commoner scholar at best. With such skills, marrying a prime minister's daughter as his wife would not be a concubine.

But it doesn’t matter, after Qiu Wei, I will definitely have such an opportunity!

The young Yijie Hansheng was so frivolous that he thought that the concubine of the prime minister's house was only worthy of being his concubine. If Lin Meng had first known how Bu Zhanfeng was feeling at this time, he would have sneered.

Things that don’t overestimate your own capabilities!

"Second sister is here too." Lin Zixuan saw that Lin Mengchu was still in the garden and didn't pay much attention to greeting Lin Mengchu.

At a critical moment like smallpox, only Lin Zixuan and Lin Furong were left, and they were becoming more and more proud day by day.

There have been very few deaths from smallpox this time. The fewer deaths there are, the greater the contribution of Lin Zixuan and Lin Furong.

Because of this, Lin Furong's courtyard is served by the imperial doctors of the palace every day.

Moreover, Lin Boran became more and more concerned about Lin Zixuan and seemed to have cultivated Lin Zixuan as the future successor of the Prime Minister's Office.

It can be said that the most popular person not only in the prime minister's mansion, but also in the entire city of Kyoto is none other than Lin Zixuan, a popular and talented man in the world.

So now Lin Zixuan arrogantly brings these Qiuwei scholars home, seeming to have forgotten his identity.

"So my concubine is here too." In front of Lin Zixuan and Lin Furong, who were confident and approaching, Lin Mengchu only responded with a shallow smile.

"Sister concubine?" Everyone was shocked when they heard Lin Mengchu call Lin Furong.

Wouldn't Brother Zixuan and Xia Da's daughter be direct relatives?

Lin Zixuan's face was earth-colored, and Lin Furong's face was even more ugly. It felt like Lin Mengchu had taken off her clothes to show everyone his embarrassment.

"My concubine's arm has not recovered yet, so she should rest more in the room. Otherwise, daddy should be worried again."
Chapter completed!