Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Wei Ji is 15 years old and has grown to be as tall as Wei Cang. Compared with his frail second brother and gentle third brother, he is naturally suitable to be a soldier.

Wei Cang took him with him since he was a child and raised him like a wolf cub. When he was not at home, this family member was handed over to the young Wei Ji.

He was forced to grow old.

But he never resented his father, this was his duty, and it was his responsibility as Wei Ji.

Wei Cang is different from Xie Yuan. Wei Cang treats every child with kindness, and he himself is lively. Even though he was born in a soldier and has fought all his life, who stipulates that a soldier must be serious and dignified?

He will ask Wei Ji for his opinion, if he is willing, it can be done, if he is not willing, let it go.

There are many ways, there is no need to force children.

So all of this was voluntary by Wei Ji himself.

When Wei Ji and Xie Zhijun said this, they were very calm.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with going to the battlefield. In those days, everyone went to the battlefield. If they didn't fight desperately, there would be no today."

Xie Zhiyun nodded and said, "Has the room been smoked?"

The old house has long been unoccupied, and only some old servants are left here to look after the home and nursery, and go to the ancestral graves to take care of the cleaning.

He was originally talking about the past, and he said it well, so why did it involve her?
From the first day he knew him, Xie Zhiyun thought he was a great hero, and it still hasn't changed.

The family first went to the ancestral grave to worship the ancestors, and only returned to the old house in Taixing after the worship was over.

Xie Zhiyun's face turned red all of a sudden, she was pulled up by Wei Ji, and followed him to the bed side by mistake.

Wei Ji's eyes suddenly turned away from the bottle of red plums, and he fixedly looked at Xie Zhijun: "What about you?"

Xie Zhiyun got off the carriage and looked up to see Wei's old house located in Tonghua Lane.

Not long after that day, it came to Qingming.

"This barbarian doesn't know how to restrain himself at all."

"Yes, in my heart, you are also a great hero."

In the early morning of the next day, Xie Zhijun sat up with his waist supported, and saw Wei Ji running away beside him, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

While she was walking, Wei Ji obediently followed her, not saying a word.

Wei Ji's gaze was always on the bottle of red plums. In the warm candlelight at night, his eyebrows and eyes were so sharp and firm.

"That was the first time I saw so many corpses and stumps. I saw a river of blood all over the ground. There were so many people wielding knives to kill me. I could only fight back desperately, one, two, until all the enemies If they all fall down, I'm really safe."

Xie Zhiyun looked at Wei Cang who helped Cui Ji into the main hall, and said in a low voice: "Order the kitchen to cook some Liqi powder. I came out in a hurry today. I think my mother and eldest sister are a little bored, and the third sister-in-law also looks a little motion sick."

Xie Zhijun looked up at the house, and was amazed by its simplicity, when Mrs. Zheng, who was beside her, came forward: "Young Madam, lunch is ready, and according to your instructions, the servants are also prepared." A table, let them worship their ancestors and eat at night."

Xie Zhiyun moved her fingers, she gently stroked the embroidery pattern on the sleeve, and found out the pattern of Bing Dilian on it.

Xie Zhijun raised her head suddenly, her eyes were intent, she seemed to be immersed in the curling cigarettes from the Boshan stove, and she spoke at the end.

"I'm always worried that someone will kill me, and I won't be able to sleep until all the enemies are wiped out."

"But I still underestimated the cruelty of the battlefield."

After a while, Zhao Yu said: "The servants are happy for Miss."

"Because you are you, everything is today. You are the great hero of the North Vietnamese people."

If Cui Ji hadn't urged him to take care of it every year, he might have to go to the camp in the western suburbs to see the preparations for the war.

The family usually set off before dawn, and by the time of Taixing, the red sun is high and the sun is shining brightly.

Wei Ji looked at her, his eyes were unprecedentedly deep.

Every year they will have a lunch in the old house.

But that affirmative word lingered in his mouth, but he couldn't say it.

Since the Dingfu was in Yezhou, every year, all the people in Suguogong's mansion would only return to Taixing during Qingming.

Tomb-sweeping day had to worship ancestors, but Wei Cang obviously didn't believe in ghosts and gods very much, so he didn't pay much attention to ancestor worship.

This year's Qingming Festival is a sunny day, the sky is blue and cloudless, and the sun with the heat of summer shines on everyone, making people a little sleepy.

Madam Zheng nodded: "I have done everything according to your orders, young lady, don't worry."

"Tell me." Wei Ji asked again.

"What?" Xie Zhiyun's hand stopped.

Wei Ji stretched out his hand, followed Fang Ji, and took Xie Zhiyun's hand.

"What do you think I am?"

Xie Zhiyun nodded, she didn't know what it was like in her heart, it was sour and astringent, and there was always some uncontrollable distress.

She thought it was unnecessary to ask.

Even though she experienced that incident three years ago, she never changed her perception.

A house that has not been occupied for a long time will have a damp musty smell, no matter how clean it is, it will not help.

Wei Ji hooked his lips, revealing a satisfied smile.

She paused and added, "You and your father are both heroes."

She was careful, and gave clear instructions in every aspect, and then said to Mrs. Wu who rushed over to report: "Hurry up and prepare hot water in a while, wash your hands and face first, and then have lunch."

There was constant laughter outside.

Different from the domineering and majestic Su Guogong Mansion, the Taixing Old Mansion is simple and elegant everywhere. The entire house has three entrances, only [-]% of the size of the Su Guo Gong Mansion, and there are only a few houses in total.

She lowered her head abruptly, and couldn't help touching her hands back and forth. She suddenly felt a little upset.

"If you rub it any longer, the flower will start to bloom."

Wei Ji said: "My insomnia is not because of fear, but because of vigilance."

Zhao Yu and Mu Yun's laughter came from outside, Xie Zhiyun's face was steaming, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You two girls only laugh at me."

The old house in Taixing was rebuilt a few years ago. The earliest old house was a dilapidated shack, and there was no way to live in it.

Xie Zhiyun suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

Wei Cang, who was walking in front, glanced back secretly, then turned his head and whispered to Cui Ji.

"I've chosen the eldest daughter-in-law." Wei Cang was quite proud, "You see, it's only been a few days, and it's so handy. Now you can rest assured?"

Cui Ji endured it, but still couldn't help giving him a glance.

"Niannian is kind, well-behaved and sensible," she said, and she couldn't help but look back, and then smiled with satisfaction, "Boqian is better than you."

"Look, the young couple are sure to be safe."