Chapter 487: Joy and Sadness
Du Zhen sent Feng Yong out of Taolin. Feng Yong thought about what happened just now and felt a little weak in his heart.
Hence, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he said to Du Zhen, "Mr. Du Lang, there is something I want to tell you, and I hope you can help keep it a secret."
“But I don’t know what Junhou Feng wants to explain to Zhen?”
Du Zhen asked a little strangely.
"Just now in the peach forest, I heard that Elder Du wanted to complete the poem, so I suddenly felt inspired to fulfill Elder Du's wish. So the poem I just told you in the forest, Just talk to Elder Du and stop talking to others."
When Feng Yong said this, he thought to himself, if at this juncture when he was preparing to marry Guan Ji, a rumor about someone's face was spread, I'm afraid that this good thing would have to change if it went wrong. Become a funeral...
So we still have to tell Du Zhen not to spread it randomly.
When Du Zhen heard this, he looked at Feng Yong's face and understood immediately. He said with pride, "I understand, I understand. This article was written by Feng Junhou for your wishes, not for Zhang... uh, not for anything else."
“Yes, yes, that’s it.”
Feng Yong nodded repeatedly.
Du Zhen sighed inwardly, thinking that Feng Langjun looked young and proud. Although he looked prosperous on the surface, he also had difficulties that others didn't know about.
So he assured Feng Yong, "Please don't worry, sir. I only speak this article for your Excellency to listen to, and I will never speak to anyone else."
Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That would be the best."
This Du Zhen is also a son of an aristocratic family, and he has been famous for a long time. Now he has a different identity. I think his guarantee can be trusted.
After making up for this loophole, Feng Yong said goodbye to Du Zhen with peace of mind.
Taking the divination instructions, he returned to his house. First, he had someone carefully copy a copy and send it to Jiang Wan. Then, at an auspicious time, he entered the ancestral hall and burned it to his dead parents.
“This comment is quite interesting.”
Huang Yueying held the paper, smiled when she saw the comments on it, and then looked at Guan Ji, who was trying to learn how to make soup.
Guan Ji blushed, glanced at the paper in Huang Yueying's hand, and asked in a low voice, "Aunt, what does it say?"
“Of course it’s a good omen.”
Even though she knew that Guan Ji really wanted to know the content, she deliberately refused to say anything. She pointed at the soup she was boiling and said, "Watch it, don't burn it again."
As soon as Guan Ji heard this, she immediately frowned, with a look of distress on her face, "Why is making soup more difficult than practicing martial arts?"
“It’s not difficult to learn with your heart.”
Huang Yueying nodded her head and lectured, "Forget it if you don't know how to be a female celebrity. If you don't even know how to make this soup, how will you be a bride in a while?"
"oh…"
Guan Ji, whose martial arts skills are unparalleled by others, grimaced, picked up a spoon, and sprinkled a large amount of salt on it.
"Oh, you woman!" Huang Yueying slapped her on the back of the head, "Isn't this salt free? You really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you are not a family member!"
"Alang's family has money, so what are you afraid of? And he has a cook at home, so he doesn't need me to cook."
Guan Ji said confidently.
Following Feng Yong in the past few years, Guan Ji's inner knot gradually disappeared. Apart from pretending to be cold in front of others, she showed her true nature more and more in front of her own people.
She looks a bit like the daughter of a prince in Jingzhou.
Huang Yueying couldn't laugh or cry, "Is this why you don't study hard? Three days after you become a bride, if you really want to make this kind of soup for your uncle, do you want to kill someone?"
At this point, Huang Yueying remembered that Feng Yong was the only one in the Feng family. If she really wanted to marry her, how could anyone take care of Guan Ji? It's so comfortable.
I also remembered that Feng Yong’s cooking skills were unmatched even by the imperial chefs in the Imperial Palace of the Han Dynasty. Who doesn’t know that the food in Feng’s house is the most delicious? So what Guan Ji said is correct. Why does she need to go to the butcher herself?
Remember that the largest woolen workshop in Han Dynasty was also built by Feng Yong. He has the best female workers in Han Dynasty with the best female wool skills...
When she thought of this, Huang Yueying was really filled with emotion, and she poked Guan Ji on the forehead, "Oh, it seems that you are really blessed. What a good husband's family! In the past, you were always blessed."
Guan Ji raised her face proudly.
Such as this woman was anxious about choosing a husband for the first half of her life, it was like looking at flowers in a fog, for fear of choosing the wrong person.
But once you spot someone, you have to strike first.
Seeing Guan Ji's appearance, Huang Yueying was amused again, "Before I married the prime minister, the closer I got to the wedding day, the more uneasy I felt and my temper was easy to get angry. How was it like you? Do you wish you could get married as soon as possible?"
The closer the marriage gets, the happier Guan Ji becomes. It seems that she is really happy, which is different from other women.
"That's because my aunt didn't know the Prime Minister's personality at the beginning, right?" Guan Ji said with a blush on her face, "But my niece knows about Alang's personality."
"Yes, it seems that you made the right decision when you decided to go to Hanzhong." Huang Yueying touched Guan Ji's head and said with emotion, "Sanniang is finally getting married, and she got married as soon as she got married. That’s Mrs. Houfu.”
Thinking about the suffering Guan Ji suffered in the past few years, now I feel even more that this happy event is hard-won.
While sighing, Huang Yueying glanced at the soup that was being simmered, and sighed again, "Forget it, let's just stop here today. You go and rest first."
After finishing speaking, he hurried away with the paper in his hand.
Guan Ji looked at Huang Yueying longingly, wondering what exactly was written on it, her aunt hadn't told her yet!
After thinking about it, my brother must also know about it, so I should go back home and have a look, right?
Of course, Huang Yueying didn't know Guan Ji's little thoughts. She hurried back to her study, took out a volume of calligraphy and painting from the pile of books full of bamboo slips, put it on the table, and opened it slowly.
I saw a horse painted on it. In front of the horse was a woman with a half-black face, holding a bottle of water in her hand, with two drops of water dripping from it.
It was exactly the painting that Huang Yueying painted when she met Feng Yong in the backyard three years ago.
The half-beautiful woman became half-black-faced ugly woman, thanks to Pai Feng Yong.
Huang Yueying’s eyes fell on the horse and she murmured to herself, "The horse descended to earth?"
Then his face looked deep in thought, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard someone knocking on the door outside, and the voice of the Han Prime Minister came in, "Xijun, are you in there?"
Huang Yueying was startled and immediately came back from her thoughts. She opened the door and asked, "Why is Alang here free?"
Zhuge Liang coughed and said, "I was a little bored dealing with political affairs, so I walked around casually. I thought that Mr. Xi was teaching me about Guan Ji's bride, so I came over to take a look."
Huang Yueying asked Zhuge Liang to come into the room and asked.
The painting on the table was placed in the most eye-catching position, and Zhuge Liang's eyes were attracted to it as soon as he came in.
After a while, he turned his head and looked at Huang Yueying.
The prime minister and his wife both showed understanding expressions at the same time.
"It seems that Mr. Xi really knows me."
Zhuge Liang stepped forward, touched the horses in the painting, and asked in a low voice, "Xi Jun, do you think this is a coincidence?"
"Is there any difference?" Huang Yueying glanced at Zhuge Liang with some annoyance and said, "Don't you always stay away from this kind of thing?"
“Besides, you said it back then. Even if it’s true, it’s possible that the surname is Feng, but it’s also possible that the surname is Ma.”
Zhuge Liang listened with a wry smile on his face and sighed, "Yes, it is precisely because of keeping a distance that I feel a little troubled. I don't know whether to believe it or not."
"Moreover, even now, although it is more likely that the surname is Feng, it is still possible that the surname is Ma. Ma Youchang, isn't that bad?"
"Ma Youchang aspires to lead the army, but it is a pity that he has not had the opportunity to perform in these years. When the Northern Expedition comes, I want to let him follow him to experience it. If he can really make a big splash by then, do you think whether his surname is Feng or Ma? Is it clear?"
Huang Yueying tapped the two drops of water on it and asked, "What do you mean?"
“It makes sense that two waters are ice…”
Zhuge Liang said casually.
Huang Yueying was so angry that she rolled up the painting and said, "You are the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty. I can't speak to you."
In fact, the reason why Huang Yueying is anxious to confirm the meaning of this painting is not because she is more optimistic about Feng Yong.
But as the wife of the prime minister, she knows better than anyone else that the level of fatigue that the prime minister of the Han Dynasty has endured in the past three years has reached a shocking level.
So she urgently needed to find someone who could help the Prime Minister share the heavy responsibilities.
Otherwise, if he is allowed to continue like this, his body will collapse sooner or later.
But it is obvious that his husband currently believes in himself more than in others.
This is the reason why she is so angry.
Zhang Xingcai in the palace learned the divination result of Du Qiong for Feng Yong one day later than the prime minister's palace.
Compared to the painting in Huang Yueying’s hand which was re-painted by herself, the painting in Zhang Xingcai’s hand was painted by Li Yi himself.
When she spread out the painting, her face was full of regret, "What a pity..."
Compared with the attitude of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty who was unwilling to draw conclusions easily, Zhang Xingcai had almost determined that Feng Yong was the person in the painting.
That's why she felt that it was a pity that her little sister did not marry Feng Yong.
She looked at Zhang Xingyi, who was sitting upright in front of her, and asked with some reluctance, "Siniang, have you really decided?"
Zhang Xingyi's face has lost its childishness, replaced by a slightly thin face, calm with a hint of sadness.
Hearing her sister's question, Zhang Xingyi nodded and said softly, "It's decided. Although Nanxiang County is the seat of our Zhang family, except for the servants in charge, no one in our family has been there, so, I decided to go there and have a look.”
Speaking of Nanxiang, Zhang Xingcai remembered that before Feng Yong went to Hanzhong, he had suggested that his younger sister get engaged to him, and he felt even more regretful: If only he could have persuaded his mother a little more when he was hesitant, what would have happened? Where did Guan Ji's beautiful thing come from today?
“It’s good to go outside and relax. You’ve grown up too. It’s better to go out and see and learn more than to stay in Jincheng all the time.”
At this point, Zhang Xingcai can only say this.
In fact, she also knew that the bigger reason why her younger sister suddenly proposed to leave Jincheng was to avoid that guy's wedding date.
That boy made my little sister so sad, what a bastard!
Zhang Xingcai became more and more angry: If you don’t like your little sister, why do you write such seductive sentences for her? If you don't want to marry, don't get involved. If you get involved but don't marry, you are simply a bastard!
"My little sister thinks so too." Zhang Xingyi nodded and said, "Over there in Nanxiang, I heard that women can be the masters of the house, and some people say that a group of demons are dancing around. The rumors are quite strange, so my little sister wants to go there to see Look, it opens your eyes.”
“Okay, when are you leaving?”
“I’ll leave immediately in two days.”
Feng Yong will be getting married soon, and it seems that the younger sister really wants to escape from this matter.
Although Zhang Xingcai guessed the little sister's mentality, he was still a little surprised and asked, "So anxious?"
Then he asked tentatively, "Do you want to tell him?"
Zhang Xingyi forced a smile on his slightly pale face, with determination in his eyes, and shook his head slightly, "He is preparing for the wedding, so what's the point of saying it? Let's forget it."
Zhang Xingcai sighed and said, "Forget it, the children of the Zhang family don't need to show off."
Feng Yong naturally didn't know that the queen who had always favored him had defined himself as a bastard.
He got the good omen from Du Qiong's divination, so he naturally wanted to do his best to do the things Du Qiong entrusted him with.
So now he is standing in front of Qin Mi's house with Fan A.
Seeing that the white flags had been hung at the door of the Qin Mansion, I was shocked: "Am I too late?!"
“But Feng Junhou in person?”
There were people waiting at the gate of Qin Mansion. When they saw Feng Yong and his party, a middle-aged man walked down the steps and clasped his fists in greeting.
“I am, may I ask who you are in the Simong Mansion of Qin Dynasty?”
"I don't dare. It's Qin Yuan. The great minister who the princes call him is a strict family man."
“It turned out to be the eldest son of Qin.”
Although the eldest son of Qin has reached middle age, he can still be called the eldest son as long as Qin Mi is alive.
“Mr. Qin, this is...”
Feng Yong pointed to the white flag hanging on the door of the mansion.
When Qin Yuan heard this, a look of sadness appeared on his face, "Feng Junhou's big day is coming soon, so he shouldn't come here to get bad luck."
Holy shit!
It seems that I am really late!
Feng Yong felt regretful and frowned again when he heard Qin Yuan's words. Is this what a son should say?
(End of this chapter)