The Blessing of the Qi Nv of Transmigration

Chapter 115 Goodbye After Years
Yang Feier looked at Zhang Fuzhen's vigorous and handsome face, but he couldn't help feeling a little worried. For the past few months, he had been following her to treat wounded soldiers, and he hardly saw him having time to read. I wonder if he would be delayed by his own affairs. His studies, his assiduous study since he was a child, and his family's expectations of him have finally become a kind of belief. Although Zhang Fuzhen seems to be indifferent to fame, at least he has to give it a try. Can prove that what they have learned is not in vain.

What's more, Zhang Fuzhen made a great wish this time, to try and win, as the best dowry gift for her.

Yang Feier smiled slightly at Zhang Fuzhen who was sitting beside her, "You do have such talent, I believe you." She nodded solemnly.

Zhang Fuzhen often praised her for her great talent in poetry, but Yang Feier knew that she didn't know how to write poems, at best she could memorize some.In the past few years, except for the improvement of brush calligraphy under Zhang Fuzhen's guidance, she didn't know much about ancient imperial examinations, and she couldn't even read those jerky and difficult textbooks.

So now that Zhang Fuzhen is so unconditionally believed by Yang Feier, and he used his words of praise to boost his morale, he couldn't help but feel a little funny and warm, but he didn't want to talk too much about this topic for a while, It will be clear in a few days, as long as she trusts him.

This is what Yang Feier needs to let him know.

It was just past eleven o'clock in the morning, the sun was just right, and under the dappled light and shadow of the two sycamore trees at the gate of Zhang's mansion, Mrs. Zhang and a group of maids and servants were standing at the gate waiting for them. child.

In the clear and bright autumn sun, two tall horses entered the alley first, followed by several carriages. Mrs. Zhang's eager heart beat suddenly, and she couldn't help taking a step forward. The servants in the back couldn't help but started to clamor, saying: "Is it the young master?" "Is it them?"

When he got closer, he saw that it was Zhang Fuzhen. Mrs. Zhang calmed down, her nose sore, and she couldn't help the tears welling up. The boy she was holding broke free from Mrs. Zhang's hand, and jumped out towards Zhang Fuzhen Shouted: "Brother!"

Everyone jumped up and rushed forward together, pulling the horses and pulling the bridle, saying things like "you are safe all the way, young master". The other horse was sitting on Zhang Du, and the two jumped off the horse. He knelt down and kowtowed to Mrs. Zhang first, and said: "Mother, the child is back. The child is not filial, and the mother is worried."

A few days ago, they went deep into the hinterland of the barbarians to search for the missing Yang Feier, and they sent a letter early in the barracks to report that Zhang Shangshu is a close minister of the emperor, and he knew this matter clearly. It is also mentioned in the newspaper.

Mrs. Zhang hasn't seen her son for more than a year. Before that, she came back last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The fair and clean skin she had raised in the early years now looks a little dry and yellow, and her beard is also covered with green stubble. He didn't care about his appearance, although he didn't lose his handsome demeanor, in Yang Feier's eyes, he even added a layer of magnetism to a mature man, but in the eyes of a mother, he was far from the image of red lips and white teeth in his heart. She couldn't help feeling distressed, and before she could say the words of "my dear son", she suddenly thought about her daughter-in-law-to-be also coming to the capital this time, but she turned around and said, "Where's Xiu'er? Did you come with me?" Seeing that Zhang Fuzhen was still kneeling, he said again: "Da Lang, get up quickly."

Zhang Fuzhen was startled, he didn't hear the usual rhetoric, he was a little bit disappointed that he didn't think about it, although he was really tired of those words on weekdays.

Zhang Fuzhen had no choice but to get up awkwardly, and the carriages behind also rushed to stop one after another. Yang Feier lifted the curtain of the car from inside, and saw Mrs. Zhang standing under a golden sycamore tree, wearing pearls and hairpins. Shuo's footprints only became more and more graceful, and he couldn't help but smiled gracefully, and bowed out. Zhang Fuzhen was waiting by the car, and stretched out his hand to hold her hand. He jumped off the bench lightly, walked up to Mrs. Zhang, bowed and made a blessing, and said, "I've seen my aunt. It's been a long time. Are you all right?"

Mrs. Zhang said with a smile, "Okay, okay! Xiu'er doesn't need to be too polite."

Yang Feier got up, and saw the little boy standing beside Mrs. Zhang looking at him curiously. Just now, he heard that the boy was called Brother Zhang Fuzhen. Looking at the similar appearance and temperament, he naturally knew which one it was, so he Smiling at the little boy, he said, "Xiaoxuan? Hello."

The little boy blinked and said, "Hi, sister-in-law."

One sentence made Yang Feier blush, everyone laughed, and a nanny came up behind, probably the child's nanny, bent down and said to the child: "Xiaoxuan, your eldest brother hasn't married yet! Now you can only Call me sister, you know?"

Zhang Fuzhen also didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he shook his little hand and said, "You understand everything."

"You guys must be tired all the way, let's go in and talk about it." Mrs. Zhang saw Yang Feier's face flushed and smoothed things out with a smile. The little girl is now fully grown, thin and tall, straight and elegant, with a small face as white as jade, eyes sparkling, a beautiful nose and red lips, beautiful and refined, she is indeed the daughter-in-law I fancy with my own eyes. The noble daughters of the rich and powerful families all fall into the cliché in comparison, and such appearance is not the most worthy, it is rare to have a delicate heart, and a poor family with no background in seven years, He has become the richest man in Anhuai Mansion, and has created various innovations. He has attracted the emperor's southern tour, and his family is also proud of it. This vanity fair in Kyoto, which is used to stepping on the high and low, is very popular.

Yes!Such a woman is worthy of her own Dalang!
Mrs. Zhang is very satisfied with this daughter-in-law. She held Yang Feier's hand and said to Zhang Fuzhen: "Da Lang, you go back and wash and change. I will take Xiu'er to Xinyuan..." Holding Zhang Fuzhen's hand, he said: "Erlang, just follow your elder brother, don't run around, come to Xinyuan to have dinner together after changing."

After that, he ignored the two sons, leaving Zhang Fuzhen with a dull face, and just took Yang Feier all the way to the small courtyard specially prepared for her.

The security guards accompanying Yang Feier all the way, except for picking ten capable ones to follow to the capital, the rest have gone directly to Anhuai Mansion via Xinfeng City.

The Zhang Mansion here is not as big as the old house, but it is gorgeous and exquisite in digging mountains and diverting water. There are lotus ponds, small bridges, pavilions and rockeries, everything that one expects to find. The four maids and four servants sent by Xinyuan have been waiting in the garden Outside, seeing Mrs. Zhang and Yang Feier coming in surrounded by a group of servants, she hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to salute.

(End of this chapter)