Although there is a rumor in the Jianghu that Li Zailin has returned to the Jianghu, a man is doing some small moves.

Wen Wang Cheng, Wen Jia.

Wen Shiming, the owner of the house, is receiving a distinguished guest in the hall.

Small officials like Wen Shiming are usually just the head of the ritual department in the Yamen and are usually in charge of some ritual activities.

It's not big or small, but it doesn't have any real power.

Generally, no one will pay attention to the sound when smelling.

But who let him marry the princess.

It is precisely because he married the princess and married the king of Wenzhou that Wen Shiming became a big man in the eyes of many people.

"Friar Ding's late night visit must be something important."

The person sitting opposite Wen Shiming in the hall is Ding Shijun, the chief disciple of Qinzhi building.

This man, who claims to be both civil and military and knows everything like a God, enjoys an extraordinary position in the whole Wenzhou. Wen Shiming had to meet him in person.

"You're so polite, sir. I came to you to talk about a marriage."

"Oh? What is it?"

"You heard that keying, your daughter, is almost as old as this year, and Wenzhou, as if the city had no hope after leaving all kinds of talents.

Wen's family is not a prosperous family in Wenwang City, but because Wen keying's mother is a princess, the mansion is relatively large.

As soon as I got to the door of Wen's residence, I saw the porter exclaim, "girl, you're back at last! Where have you been these days!"

When the three entered the mansion, the whole Wen family cheered.

In particular, Wen Shiming and his wife miss their daughter day and night for fear that something might happen to their daughter.

"Dad, mom, look who I brought!"

"This childe is..." Wen Shiming asked curiously.

"Dad, this is the husband I found throwing Hydrangea in Nanzhou, Li Ling!"

"What? Husband?"