Ma Erniang's Splendid Pastoral

Chapter 187 The Big Wedding (Part [-])
In Yipinxian Restaurant, Qiu Baiyan kept his face down, not letting himself feel strange, glanced at Ma Qifeng who was being held tightly by Fu Xiaoyou, lowered his head and thought about it, and decided not to report to the official, not only that, but also Be like no one else.

"Xiaoyou..." He walked up to Fu Xiaoyou and said in a low voice, "Bring the master home, as if nothing had happened."

Fu Xiaoyou asked the maddened Ma Qifeng, "Brother Qiu, are you aware of something?"

"No."

"Then how do you think about it?"

"Xiaodong's family is going to get married soon. Once we let interested people know that she is gone, it will affect her reputation... So now we can only pretend that nothing happened."

"The freshman..."

"I have told Shan Xiaoshan to go back, he should be here soon."

Fu Xiaoyou soon understood what Qiu Baiyan meant, "I understand."

At the door, Shan Xiaoshan was drenched in sweat from running, and called into the hall of Yipinxian: "My master, my master, Mr. Da Lang is in Hongxiu Alley, and my little master has already returned."

"Really?"

"Really, Da Dong, Mr. Da Lang is now with Master Feng Zhiping, you should go back quickly."

"Great, great, both Dalang and Min'er have gone back. I'm going back too." Ma Qifeng raised his legs and ran out, Ma Sanlang almost missed him.

Qiu Baiyan and others also left the Yipin Xian Restaurant together with Ma Qifeng. Of the eight poor family members, only six stood at the door, "Du Chang and Wei Shun are making a big joke?"

"It's just that Ma Dalang is too serious at ordinary times. Du Chang and Wei Shun just want him to experience the romance in Beijing."

"But Ma's family has been dispatched, and the father almost lost his soul in fright, isn't that bad?"

"Whether it's good or not, the joke has already started, and it's not us who took the lead, it's Du and Wei, and it has nothing to do with us."

"That's right, it's not us, it's a joke made by the two of Du Wei."

"Let's go, you've been making a fuss all night, and you're exhausted."

Until now, Ma Dalang didn't know what happened, "I...wasn't I eating wine at Yipinxian? Why am I standing here?" He looked around, "I don't seem to have been here before? "

Feng Zhiping turned his head and squinted at this young man who might be his future son-in-law, unable to tell how he felt.

Ma Dalang turned his head around again, convinced that he had never been here before, "It's really weird..." Before he finished speaking, he found Master Feng standing beside him, and hurriedly cupped his hands, "My lord——"

"Finally get to know me?" Feng Zhiping said calmly.

"I... have always known adults."

Feng Zhiping didn't speak, but looked at him.

Ma Dalang followed his gaze to look at himself, but his body was covered with water, "I... what's wrong with me?"

"You were drugged, and I poured cold water on you...to wake you up."

"What?" Ma Dalang turned around twice in surprise: "Where are Du and Wei?"

"It's nothing Du and Wei."

"Impossible, I..." Ma Dalang hit his head vigorously thinking, "I seem to be set up by the two of them...to be set up..." He couldn't remember anything after that.

Feng Zhiping sighed, and looked at the Hongxiu Alley behind him again, he was led here by someone, all the way to the bed where Ma Dalang was lying, and there was a woman lying beside him.

He had to go back and analyze it with his father, otherwise, he would have kicked the young man a little bit.

"Master Feng—" Seeing him leave, Ma Dalang didn't think about it anymore.

"The person who will pick you up will be here soon." Feng Zhiping left without looking back.

"I..." Ma Dalang vigorously tapped his still dizzy head.

Seeing Feng Zhiping leave, Peng Xiaohe stood in front of Ma Dalang.

"Xiaohe...how did you become like this?"

The Xiaohe in front of him was similar to a beggar, with disheveled hair and rags, black hair and blue face, he took a breath: "Da Lang, I finally understand the danger of the capital."

"Dangerous? What's going on?"

"I was almost beaten to death by some hooligans."

"Xiaohe..." Ma Dalang was stunned.

"Fortunately, I was clever and escaped to a crowded place, so I escaped unharmed."

"Xiaohe... what's going on?"

"We're afraid we've been tricked."

"Scheming?" Ma Dalang said: "They are all children from poor families, and if they want to do it, they want to do it for their own benefit. How could it be like this?" He couldn't figure it out.

"Dalang, I can't figure it out either. Brother Xiaoshan will be here in a while."

Just as he was talking, Shan Xiaoshan came driving a carriage, "Mr. Da Lang, get in the carriage and go home quickly."

Peng Xiaohe pulled Ma Dalang into the carriage and went home quickly.

In Taishi Mansion, Feng Zhiping told his father what happened to him, "Father, even if it is a calculation, I don't think Ma Dalang is a qualified son-in-law."

Feng Jiangyi stroked his beard, "Who wants to get Yao'er?"

"Father, there are many people in Beijing who want to marry Yao'er, from princes and grandchildren to children from poor families, those who don't want to use Yao'er to curry favor with you."

"You also understand this truth."

"Father, stop mocking me."

"So your daughter has better vision than you."

"Father, that Ma Dalang is honest and upright, he can compete with Ma Tongfeng."

Feng Jiangyi smiled at his son: "For a woman, such a man is a good husband."

"Father--"

Feng Jiangyi reached out to stop his son: "I always feel that things are not that simple."

"Father, I asked. Tonight, Ma Dalang was invited to dinner by a few poor family children, in Yipinxianli, a medium-sized wine shop."

"Child from a poor family?"

"Yes, father."

Feng Jiangyi frowned, but said nothing.

A quarter of an hour later, Xia Zhen knew the reason, process, and result of the incident, "He actually used Ma Dalang as an introduction to lure Min'er out."

"Yes, my lord!"

Xia Zhen's fingers creaked, "What is Liu Zaili doing?"

"Go back to the lord, his itinerary for the past ten days is on the list." Jing Mo handed the list to Xia Zhen.

Xia Zhen looked down and saw the imperial palace, Prince Ning's mansion, his private mansion, some restaurants, and private mansions, "Except for the imperial palace and Prince Ning's mansion, dig three feet for me in all other places."

"Yes, my lord."

When Ma Qifeng returned home, he didn't find his son or daughter. "What's going on? Didn't Dalang and Min'er come back? Where are they?"

Fu Xiaoyou had a bitter face, "Big Boss, do you remember last time?"

"Last time?" Without his son and daughter, Ma Qifeng's brain was already confused: "What last time?"

"It was the time when someone took you away, you yelled, what did the people in the village and town say about Xiaodong, have you forgotten?"

"I..." Ma Qifeng took a step back, "But... but what about my child?"

"Da Dong, don't worry, the matter has been reported to the prince, and he will bring Da Lang and Xiao Dong back."

"Yes, yes, where is my son-in-law, I want to find him,... I want to find him!" Fu Xiaoyou hugged the big boss again, "Don't worry, big boss, as soon as the prince has news, he will contact you as soon as possible." tell you."

"But... I..." For a moment, Ma Qifeng didn't know what to do.

Mo Wanyi was also extremely anxious, she kept walking up and down with her son in her arms, hoping for a miracle to happen, and sure enough, Da Lang came back.

"Dalang..."

"Big brother-"

Everyone stepped forward.

Ma Dalang smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I made everyone worry."

Ma Qifeng asked, "Where's your eldest sister?"

"Big sister?" Ma Dalang was puzzled: "What big sister?"

Ma Sanlang said in horror: "Second Sister heard that you were kidnapped, so she and Sister Xiao Shan went to find you."

"I... I have been in a coma, Master Feng woke me up by pouring water on me."

"What..." Ma Qifeng was so frightened that he fell to the ground, "Min... Min'er!"

Shan Xiaodan kept circling and circling in the alley, and she didn't go out until dawn. When there were other pedestrians, she followed the pedestrians and turned out. The first thing she did was to go to the Beijun Prince's Mansion.

Xia Zhen sat in the mansion for a whole night. When she heard that her daughter-in-law's personal maid came over, she happily went up to her, "Where's your master?"

"I followed those people, but I walked around the alley all night."

Xia Zhen's joyful face was as cold as ice again, and he yelled: "Jing Mo—"

"My lord—" Jing Mo leaped in.

"What about Shinobu?"

"So far, I have not been contacted."

"No sign?"

"did not find."

The night had passed, and the morning was about to pass, Xia Zhen's lips turned black.

Shaking her head, she opened her eyes forcefully. When Ma Miner woke up, she found that she was locked in a room, not the firewood room in the TV series. , As for what it was, she couldn't figure it out.

After recovering from the weakness in her body, she got up from the low couch and took a closer look at the room. In the whole room, there were no high tables and chairs, only a low one, and the low couch that almost fell to the ground. Several landscape paintings were hung, and near the window, there was a high round stool with a blue-and-white glazed dendrobium on which several chrysanthemums were inserted.

Yes, it is autumn now, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and she was locked in this square inch. She felt sad for a while, lowered her head, took the purple sand pot on the low table, and poured herself a glass of water. The temperature of the water was just it is good.

She sat down and sipped slowly. Like Xia Zhen, Ma Min'er didn't think too much about it. She also thought that Liu Zaili had stroked her. She sighed deeply, and the modern Jin Hanlai was beside her silently. After staying for ten years, he was a friend, like a brother, and never wanted to take himself as his own, but in this life, Liu Zaili wanted to take himself as his own everywhere.

Is it love to take what you have?Modern chicken soup for the soul has never said no, it will only cause harm to both parties, and will only make both parties unhappy.

Outside the room is a quaint wooden temple, which covers an area of ​​only two or three acres, but it is pleasant and elegant, revealing a world beyond the mundane everywhere, making people in it as indifferent as immortals.

In the small courtyard, there was an old man doing Bagua boxing, Qingyun started, leisurely and peacefully.

"Master, the female benefactor is already awake."

The old man who was punching asked, "What are you doing?"

"After drinking three cups of tea, I squeezed the chess pieces on the table and are playing."

"Oh." The old man said leisurely.

"Master, it's lunch time soon, do you want to send the food in?"

After finishing punching, the old man raised his head slightly, "Let him eat with me, after eating, I will play chess with her."

"Okay, master."

It has been a year since one day in the mountains, Xia Xiaoren was not frightened by the precipitous mountains, but was covered by clouds, mountains and fog. She lost her way and lost her master.

She punched the rock with a fist, and her head was sweating. She has been following for a day and two nights. The day after tomorrow is her wedding day, and she will put on makeup tomorrow. If she doesn't find her master, she can just jump off here. Don't live. up.

Xia Zhen kept suppressing his temper, and when he got angry, he asked himself to recite the Analects of Confucius, don't be in a hurry, don't be impatient, I have to believe in myself, I have to believe in Min'er, we will definitely marry He Shun Shun, and He Meimei Have children.

At noon, Xia Shiyong took the old servant to personally deliver the meal to the grandson's room, "Zian, how is it?"

Xia Zhen shook her head: "Liu Zaili is either in the palace or Prince Ning's mansion, there is no flaw at all."

"Maybe it's not him?"

"No one else but him."

"Perhaps Jiang Yang's bandits plotted against the Ma family's property."

"No, grandfather, it must be Liu Zaili."

Xia Shiyong sat across from his eldest grandson, silently without opening his mouth, he will get married the day after tomorrow, he is more anxious than his grandson, the grandson is anxious about his wife, he is anxious about the entire Xia family, if this matter is not resolved, it will be a touch Hair, it will hurt the vitality of the Xia family, and people's hearts are really... so unpredictable.

The rice was placed on the table, and the hot air slowly cooled down with the cooler weather in September until it was completely cold, just like Xia Zhen's heart.

Even if he recited the Analects of Confucius over and over again, Xia Zhen couldn't sit still. He kept circling around the room and asked people to quickly send in the outside news, but every time he had infinite hope, he was in the room again. Fallen in boundless hope.

Ma Min'er thought that she would be locked up in the dark, but she was released at noon. When she walked out of the room and saw the scenery in front of her, she forgot where she was. The square house is more than ten acres, and there are eight or nine thatched huts... It is warm and warm in the distant village, and the smoke in the Yiyi market....After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature!"

The old man was sitting in front of the chrysanthemum bushes at the entrance. On the small table in front of him were two small bowls of white rice, one of tofu soup, and one of stir-fried vegetables. When he heard the young lady reading a poem, he turned his head and looked at her with a smile.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful, it's like a fairyland on earth." Ma Min'er looked at that even at noon, there were still clouds and mist in the distant mountains, hazy, and the sun was shining in September nearby, and the wine was in the courtyard. On the chrysanthemum, a golden piece.

The old man is still smiling.

"Master, have you been living here?" Seeing his attire, he looked like a monk, Ma Miner blurted out.

"Only lived here for the last 20 years."

"God, you are so good at choosing a place, it's so beautiful." Ma Min'er sat down at the small table while talking, and said with a smile: "Is this bowl for me?"

"Yes, benefactor."

"Thank you, master." Ma Min'er picked up her rice bowl, "I'm really hungry."

Looking at the unrestrained, fearless little lady, the old man raised his head and laughed, "Little lady, eat my food and play chess with me!"

"Play chess?" Ma Min'er said, "But I can't!"

"..." The old man turned his head to look at the little boy, "Didn't you say she played chess?"

"Uh..." Ma Min'er said, "Does backgammon count?"

"Five..." The old man was sure that he heard correctly.

Before I knew it, it was night again, the food on the table was cold and changed again, and after changing it was cold again, Xia Zhen suddenly stood up, "Come here—"

"My lord—"

"Dayou."

Xiaowen and Jingmo were surprised at the same time: "My lord."

"Let him follow me."

"My lord, you... where do you want?"

"Where is Liu Zaili?"

"Drink at the princess's Qingyufang."

(End of this chapter)