On this day, the reason why Feng Qixiang was not in the Hou Mansion was that he was summoned into the palace by Song Zhenzong to discuss a military secret order, and after leaving the palace in the afternoon, there were dead soldiers who immediately told him what happened in the palace today. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as he heard that someone was disobedient and didn't take his heart and liver seriously, he immediately became angry. After making sure that Qiao Lan had not suffered a loss, he put down his hanging heart.

Feng Yi was also on the side, watching the master breathe a sigh of relief from worry, thinking to himself, there is probably no one who can wronged Mrs. Woken, not to mention that the people standing behind her are not easy to mess with, even herself, and she is by no means a person who swallows her anger.

"What about Tong Yu?" Feng Qixiang did have other arrangements for Tong Yu, but since Qiao Lan wanted to use it, he must have to put her first.

"People are already in the capital. Feng Yi took a step forward, "Because the imperial court asked for rice and grain town, all the rice and grain shops in Tongzhou have been emptied, and he came to report to you, just waiting for you to spare time." ”

"He has always done things properly, Ben Hou can rest assured. In this way, you ask him to go to the Hou Mansion in the late afternoon. ”

"Yes!" As for what the lord asked Tong Yu to do in the Hou Mansion, he didn't have to think about it, he must have followed the wishes of his wife and let Tong Yu take over the accounts of the Hou Mansion. The subordinates in the Hou Mansion are blind and can't figure out the situation, and they can't blame anyone.

Feng Qixiang returned to the Hou Mansion before dismounting, an old woman who was old but in good spirits was supported by the maidservant girl, and slowly paced over, it seemed that it was a coincidence, but in connection with what happened in the mansion in the morning, how could there be so many coincidences.

Fifteen years ago, Feng Qixiang's grandmother died, and Mama Xu entered the Buddhist hall set up in the Feng family, chanting Buddha for the old lady for ten years, and only came out of the Buddhist hall about five years ago.

Feng Qixiang has more or less respect for the older generation, not to mention that Mama Xu is like this, an old servant who has died after doing her best for the Feng family, he is willing to respect her for three points if she doesn't rely on the past and relies on the old and sells the old.

"The old slave has seen Young Master Xiang. Mama Xu respectfully saluted Feng Qixiang, and married to the Hou Mansion for nearly 40 years, she respected Guangxin as the master, and later respected Yan Yong as the young master, and Feng Qixiang as the young master Xiang.

Feng Qixiang hurriedly helped her up, "Mama Xu doesn't need to be polite. Are you alright?"

"Young Master Tuoxiang's blessings, all good, all good. Mama Xu sighed with emotion in her heart, and suddenly burst into tears, "After so many years, the little young master has grown up, and he has become a marquis, the old slave is happy, after a hundred years, it is good to talk to Mrs. below." ”

"Mama Xu, your body is still tough, don't talk about those decades later. ”

In the sky, the sun was shining, Feng Qixiang took people to the small flower hall in the outer courtyard, although he knew that Mama Xu must have come for Steward Shi's business, but his attitude depended on her attitude.

Feng Qixiang didn't know that Mama Xu's attitude also depended on him, and before they met, she hadn't made up her mind how to deal with her son's affairs.

She could see it better than her son. When he entered the Buddha Hall, Young Master Xiang was just a three-year-old baby, and he had no affection for her. She has served Mrs. and Young Master, and later chanted for Mrs. for ten years, but that is the duty of a subordinate, Young Master Xiang is naturally good, if not, she has to bear it.

Mama Xu thought that if Young Master Xiang treated her warmly, she would cry and complain, in this way, her son's past mistakes would not be over, and everything would be as usual in the future, if she was indifferent, she could only give priority to saving her son's life in the name of killing her relatives with righteousness.

Feng Qixiang's attitude was not very enthusiastic, but he was not cold, he was not worried about the affection of his ancestors and fathers, but it was by no means a bargaining chip used for bargaining.

Mama Xu asked about the old marquis's condition, and then burst into tears, mentioning that she wanted to visit and was politely refused, she changed her words, and when it came to her son with a bad handicap, she wanted to apologize to the young lady on behalf of her son, hoping that the young lady would not remember the villain, forgive her son for his offense this morning, and also remove his son from the post of the chief housekeeper of the Hou Mansion and go to Beizhuang to be a steward.

Her trick can be regarded as retreating as advance, what her son committed, what she was greedy for, she knew that there was also a miasma in the Hou Mansion at the beginning, so she didn't detain her son, if she came to think about it seriously, her son had no way to live at all, so she had to resign and jump out of this quagmire, just to see if Young Master Xiang gave her this face.

Feng Qixiang was noncommittal, only said that he would consider it, but did not reply on the spot.

asked Mama Xu to be sent away, he ran to the east courtyard without touching the ground, and Qiao Lan happened to be there, when he arrived, she was sitting on the edge of the old marquis's bed and reading the script, her voice was crisp and beautiful, fascinating.

He stopped Mei Hong from going in to report, and he was at the door alone, listening to Qiao Lan read a bridge before entering.

"Lan'er ......"

Qiao Lan didn't even lift her eyelids, flipped through the notebook in her hand, and continued to read the next paragraph, anyone could see that Mrs. was annoyed by the marquis.

Feng Qixiang only thought that she was angry with Steward Shi and other slaves, and blamed herself for not beating it in advance, which made her feel wronged.

"Lan'er has worked hard. He stepped forward, sat down next to Qiao Lan, and asked about his grandfather's situation, and folded the quilt for his grandfather. Qiao Lan responded indifferently, she didn't bother with the housekeeper's affairs, but she also had to take the opportunity to let this guy stop for a while, so that he wouldn't toss her again tonight.

The old marquis stretched out his hand and patted the back of Qiao Lan's hand slowly, telling her not to be angry.

Qiao Lan was helpless, so she could only slow down her emotions and give Feng Qixiang a smile.

Coming out of the east courtyard, Feng Qixiang took Qiao Lan to the study in the outer courtyard to see Tong Yu. In the future, the affairs of the house will be under her control, and such a thing as changing the big housekeeper will naturally let her pass the eyes first.

On the way, Feng Qixiang also had to talk about Tong Yu, so that Qiao Lan could use it with confidence, but Qiao Lan said, people are your people, you can rest assured, I will rest assured. Her words were like a jar of honey poured on Feng Qixiang's heart, and she immediately turned around and hugged the person in broad daylight.

He hugged him too hard, Qiao Lan couldn't break free if he wanted to, "Public, what are you doing." She couldn't help but be glad that this guy didn't live in the modern era, otherwise, he would definitely be the first person in the group of people who were immoral.

In order not to let the person in his arms break free, Feng Qixiang couldn't help but hug him tighter, "Lan'er, I always feel that you and I are destined by God." You don't know that I'm so glad you and I can come together. Every time I think of you by my side, I feel that this life is complete, and there is nothing else to ask for. ”

"......" Qiao Lan's refusal gradually stopped, and she felt sour in her heart, but she couldn't.

After being tired of being in the garden for a while, Feng Qixiang took Qiao Lan's hand and continued to walk forward.