food color and fragrance

Chapter 72
Fang Jingzhi was puzzled.

He and Zhang Wenqing were childhood friends. Although Zhang Wenqing has always been introverted and not extroverted, he has almost never been in this state today.

Why does it seem like there is always hostility?
Fang Jingzhi thought about it, maybe it was because he was upset because he didn't go well in the martial arts exam?
Zhang Wenqing doesn't like playing chess, but today he casually mentioned something, Zhang Wenqing actually agreed immediately, and even went to the yard.

The small cold wind was blowing, Fang Jingzhi felt his face was already stiff, sniffled his nose, and moved his horse with trembling hands.

Zhang Wenqing immediately shelled the horse, "General!"

"I lost!" Fang Jingzhi spread her hands, "It's the first time I know brother Wenqing's chess skills are so good, the real person doesn't show his face!"

"I like challenging things." Zhang Wenqing also smiled, "When playing chess with friends, there are always scruples if you can't let go."

"Don't you consider me a friend today?" Fang Jingzhi felt very innocent, Zhang Wenqing didn't speak, but suddenly heard some movement in the big room, the two turned their heads to look, only to see that Yang Zhiyuan and Fanyin had already returned to the table and started eating Come on, didn't you bother with the two of them at all?
Fang Jingzhi's distressed face was pulled together, Zhang Wenqing stood there and looked at it, then laughed at himself, "What's wrong with me..."

The father and daughter ate very happily. Seeing Fang Jingzhi and Zhang Wenqing enter the door, Qing Miao immediately brought warm water for them to wash their faces and wash their hands.

Yang Zhiyuan put a piece of Dongpo meat into his mouth, "Xiang, my daughter's cooking skills are so good, I wanted to watch the two nephews play chess, but when I saw this meat, hehe..." Yang Zhiyuan was busy After swallowing the meat, Sanskrit pointed to Caiyun and served the two of them with rice.

Zhang Wenqing was not polite, and after bowing his hands to thank him, he sat down and began to eat big mouthfuls. Fang Jingzhi chewed slowly, but sometimes looked at the Sanskrit sound, and sometimes looked at Zhang Wenqing, and a strange feeling gradually surged in his heart .

The three of them shared a jar of wine, but Yang Zhiyuan only took a sip, so he finished it quickly.

His eyes wandered between the three of them, seeing his daughter silent and not saying a word, and Zhang Wenqing and Fang Jingzhi drinking in silence, he also began to hesitate and think carefully.

My daughter's marriage may not be that simple...

After everyone had eaten, Yang Zhiyuan chatted with Zhang Wenqing and Fang Jingzhi in the house, and Fanyin took Qingmiao to the inner room to prepare clothes and bags for the county magistrate's mansion.

"Although it is more suitable for me to take you to the county magistrate's mansion, this kind of thing is up to you. Do you want to go or not?" Sanskrit looked at Qing Miao, Qing Miao bit her lips, "The servant follows the young lady!"

"Have you thought about it?" Fanyin knew that she still wanted to stay in her heart, and Qing Miao shook her head, "I have thought about it, if the master can tell the servant about the one-year stay of the ex-wife, this is also an answer for the servant. Now, the servants are satisfied, the body contract is already in the Yang family, they are members of the Yang family, the servants are all focused on serving the master and young lady, as for the future things, it depends on the fate of the servants."

Qing Miao forced a laugh, "The servants of the county magistrate's house are familiar with each other. Caiyun is young, and there are not as many rules in Zhang's house as the county magistrate's. If something goes wrong and makes the maid next to Miss Joke ignorant, it's better for the servants to go!"

"I'm relieved if you can figure it out." Fanyin smiled and pulled her to sit next to her, "The Yang family won't lose you!"

"Slaves and servants understand, we should pack the luggage for the young lady first, even though we are only going for a day, we must not save on the things we need, otherwise we will be laughed at." Qing Miao got up to prepare, and Sanskrit called Caiyun to give some instructions.

Caiyun is young, and Mrs. Zhang has never asked her to go back now, and obviously sent her to her home on purpose.

Ordinary Sanskrit always brought her by her side, now that she and Qingmiao are leaving for two days, the things that should be instructed cannot be ignored...

It was getting late, and Fanyin still followed Fang Jingzhi to the county magistrate's mansion.

Now that she has a letter from her father to Mrs. Fang in her bosom, she is not afraid of Mrs. Fang making her own decision to choose a son-in-law and make an engagement for her.

Isn't she just an 11-year-old girl in the eyes of outsiders?

Then she should treat this ignorant child well. Mrs. Fang specially asked Fang Jingzhi to pick her up, so she should go happily.

Sanskrit got into the carriage, Fang Jingzhi did not ride with him but walked with the servant.

Yang Zhiyuan watched them leave, and when he turned around, he saw Zhang Wenqing's face was tense.

"Will Wen Qing go to the stove meeting tomorrow?" Yang Zhiyuan asked, Zhang Wenqing did not dare to neglect, "I also accepted the invitation post, and I will go there in the afternoon tomorrow."

"Alright, if you girls and boys are all going to play, I can also ask your father to have a good drink." Yang Zhiyuan shook his head while muttering, "Women and children are all going to the party, and we two big men have to get together Get together, otherwise wouldn't it be too lonely? Alas, I get drunk after a glass of wine, I want to rest!"

Zhang Wenqing handed him off, and then returned to the Zhang family.

After entering the house, Zhang Wenqing did not immediately go back to the house to sleep, but sat quietly in the yard.

He knew that what he did today was a bit reckless, but for some reason, when he saw Fang Jingzhi's carriage at the door of Yang's house, saw him discussing poems and songs with Master Yang, and heard that he was going to take the Sanskrit to the county magistrate's mansion, he Suddenly an impulse surged up in his heart... He didn't want Yang Huailiu to go with Fang Jingzhi.

Thinking of her pair of clear eyes, Zhang Wenqing's tensed expression eased a little. Although she is still young, her words, deeds and attitude towards the world are not in line with ten years old, especially his self-abandonment hidden behind his smile. , can always be discovered by her.

Zhang Wenqing's heart moved, he admitted that he liked being with her very much, he didn't know what kind of feeling it was...

"Son, what are you doing sitting here?"

When Zhang Xianwei entered the door, he saw Zhang Wenqing sitting here alone, but the cold weather is not enough to cool off here?

Since the last time his son failed the martial arts exam because of him, County Captain Zhang has paid more attention to the child.

Zhang Wenqing was taken aback, and quickly stood up and looked at his father, "It's nothing, I just went to Yang's house, and Uncle Yang said that he wanted to invite father to drink tomorrow, because my mother and brother, I, and I are going to the county magistrate's mansion to attend the furnace meeting."

Zhang Xianwei nodded, "Don't be too restrained tomorrow. There will be many young masters and ladies from the official family at Mrs. Fang's stove. I heard that even her niece from her natal family has arrived. The reason why it is so grand is to give you the right age. Son, you are already fifteen years old, if you find a suitable girl, tell your father, if you risk your face, you will ask Mrs. Fang to be your matchmaker, and your father has already saved enough money for you to marry a daughter-in-law Now, two more concubines are enough!"

"Get married?" Zhang Wenqing's mind was instantly confused, "Why didn't I know about this?"

"What's the use of knowing it, you brat? This is what the county magistrate asked me to talk about today. Although it's the order of your parents, dad is also happy for you to find someone you like. Choose first, and choose someone you like. Your father will come out and pick one for you!" Zhang Xianwei sighed, "Don't listen to your mother's opinion, she doesn't understand bullshit!"

Zhang Wenqing was a little surprised...

Then Yang Huailiu was picked up by Fang Jingzhi for the sake of getting married?
Zhang Wenqing clicked his lips twice, and he blurted out intentionally to tell Captain Zhang that he already had a candidate in his mind, but for some reason he didn't say it.

Zhang Xianwei chattered endlessly about the situation of each household, Zhang Wenqing's left ear was throbbing with the right ear, and only Yang Huailiu was in his mind.

"Son, don't be in a hurry to make a decision now. You are honest and sullen. There are not many common girls. This time is a good opportunity. Father is waiting for your news tomorrow!" Zhang Xianwei stretched out his arms, "Sleep sleep I'm so tired today."

Zhang Xianwei went back to the house, Zhang Wenqing stood alone on the spot for a long time in a daze, when he figured it out and wanted to speak, he saw that Zhang Xianwei had already extinguished the oil lamp in the house.

Yang Huailiu, what kind of man would she choose?

Zhang Wenqing stayed up all night, and after Sanskrit was taken to the magistrate's mansion, Mrs. Fang didn't see her right away, but asked Chang's mother to take her maid to take her to a wing room to rest, and then let her wash and go to bed early. , I have to get up early tomorrow.

"... Miss Yang, what else can I order? This old servant will do it with all my heart." Chang's mother smiled brightly, Sanskrit stood up and gave a blessing, "Thank you, Chang's mother, it has been properly arranged, and there are everything in the house , what else do you need? You should rest earlier."

"The old slave will leave. I will come to ask Miss Yang to get up and go out at dawn tomorrow, so I won't bother you any more. Qing Miao is also familiar with this place, so just tell her to do it." Chang's mother said and left the room.

Fanyin sat on the bed and was quiet, Qingmiao wanted to go out to talk to the sister she had known before, but Fanyin stopped her.

"Don't go, didn't you hear what Chang's mother said just now?"

Qing Miao was taken aback, "She said that this servant is familiar with this place..."

"This is to tell you not to wander around at will. Now you are a member of the Yang family." Fanyin looked around the furnishings in the wing room. For some reason, she suddenly felt that this place was like a prison room. There is no shortage of tables, and there is a separate small clean room, but she just feels uncomfortable.

empty...

A little less warm and human touch.

"Go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow." Sanskrit took a rest with Qingmiao after washing up.

Mrs. Fang looked at the letter from Yang Zhiyuan sent by Chang's mother, and couldn't help but tighten her expression, "This Yang Zhiyuan is really tough, can't he even trust the person I ordered?"

"The young lady of the Yang family is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Although she is only 11 years old, the old slave thinks she is a girl with a lot of thoughts. I heard that she even voted for a noodle shop owned by the servants of the Zhang family. The business is very prosperous. The Chen family's money is about to be repaid, and it's not a good match to have such scheming at such a young age!"

Madam Chang's words made Mrs. Fang nod her head, "There's no rush to draw a conclusion on this matter, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)