Tongxinyuan was not far from the mountain script, and several people quickly joined the crowd waiting in place. After reorganizing the team for a while, everyone quickly whipped around Dazhang Mountain and drove towards Yanjiazhuang at the foot of the mountain in the south.

When the lamp was in hand, he finally arrived at Yanjiazhuang. The lights were bright in front of the villa, and I don't know how many lanterns were picked, and many people looked at each other in front of the villa. Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, some people strode up directly, and before they could see anyone, they heard him laughing loudly and loudly with the branches and leaves of the trees on the side of the road.

The man laughed and said, "Rare guest, rare guest! ”

Xiao Pengju also laughed loudly and said happily: "Uncle Yan, the little nephew has given you a gift." As he spoke, he jumped off his horse, clenched his fists and bowed.

Yan Huawu hugged Xiao Pengju in his arms, threw him into the sky, and laughed loudly: "Bo Zhanxian nephew, I haven't seen you for two years, you have really grown into a young man!" ”

Xiao Pengju smiled bitterly, but Yan Huawu was extremely tall, eleven feet up, and he had cultivated an extremely strong and domineering external skill, and he had a thousand catties of great strength with a flick of his arms. Even if Xiao Pengju is not weak in cultivation, he still can't resist the childlike behavior of this Urge Shibo to tease children.

Fortunately, Yan Huawu was very measured, and after only throwing two throws, there was no other behavior that would be more embarrassing. Xiao Pengju hurriedly introduced him to the distinguished guests who were traveling with him, and when Yan Huawu heard that there were the children and grandchildren of the eldest princess and Pei Yuma, as well as the famous young marshal of the Yan family, he was even more restrained, and even his voice was much quieter.

The person who came to deliver the letter had already informed him that there was also a girl's family with him, so Yan Huawu ordered his wife to bring his daughter-in-law to meet and arrange. Under Mrs. Yan's courteous greeting, Zong Zhengke did not get out of the car, and directly sat in the carriage and drove into Yanjiazhuang.

Yan Huawu, she silently recited this person's name in her heart. She is no stranger to this person. In his previous life, this person was one of the fierce generals under the command of the lord of Zhongxing, and he was born and died on the battlefield with a male daughter of a family, and made countless contributions. Later, he was made a marquis for his merits. Completely out of the recklessness, he is the most beautiful one among the martial arts people who serve the imperial court in Tianxingguo.

Zong Zhengke's heart moved slightly, she remembered that Pei Junshao's allegiance to the Lord of Zhongxing should be after Yan Huawu. But I don't know. In his previous life, did Pei Junshao meet Yan Huawu in Yanjiazhuang like in this life?

In addition, in the previous life, neither of the two Hangxiao clans made it clear which prince they supported to succeed to the throne. But after the lord of Zhongxing ascended the throne, Liang Xiao quickly showed his subservience. This Yan Huawu and Xiao Pengju are so familiar. An Zhi's previous life, Yan Huawu's upper position did not have the Xiao family to support him behind the scenes?

With a thought in his head, the carriage stopped, and Mingxin opened the door. Zong Zhengke raised his eyes and saw that there was a courtyard dotted with lights directly opposite, and Mrs. Yan and her daughter-in-law were waiting respectfully at the gate of the courtyard.

Xu got out of the car with four maids, Mrs. Yan made a gesture to personally come to help Zong Zhengke, Xu hurriedly stepped forward, first blessed himself, and then smiled: "Don't you dare to work wife, my girl is the cousin of the sixteenth young man." I should also call you a world aunt. ”

As he spoke, Zong Zhengke had already taken Xu's arm, stepped on the stool set up by the wooden fish rosary and slowly got out of the car, and bowed his knees to Mrs. Yan and said, "I have seen Aunt Shi, the little daughter Zong Zhengke." ”

Mrs. Yan's face changed slightly, and she asked urgently: "Zongzheng?" Your mother's maiden name is Sakura? ”

Under the light, Mrs. Yan's expression was very eager, staring at herself tightly. Zong Zhengke nodded slowly, and said in a low voice: "Wen Ying is the name of the deceased mother!" ”

"Oh my God! You're Sister Sakura's daughter! Mrs. Yan screamed sadly, and stepped forward to hug Zong Zhengke into her arms. He immediately lost his voice and cried bitterly. While crying, she replied, "Poor child, my poor child! All these years. Where have you been, and how have you been? ”

Zong Zhengke was a little stunned for a while, but he immediately guessed that this Mrs. Yan was only afraid of her mother's old acquaintance. Listening to Mrs. Yan's heartbroken cry, she may not have a shallow relationship with her mother.

Xu Shi was also taken aback, and couldn't help but look at Xiao Quanzhong. Xiao Quanzhong took a few steps forward and whispered behind her, "Have you forgotten?" This is a good friend of the eldest lady. The treasure girl of the Fuji family. She refused to marry and ran away that year, and later somehow married Yan Zhuang as his wife. ”

Xu Shi screamed out, tears immediately welled up in his eyes, and he took a few steps forward and bowed deeply: "It turned out to be the third girl of the vine, and the slave maid is Qingya." ”

Mrs. Yan, who was still crying bitterly, stopped crying, but still hugged Zong Zhengke in her arms and only turned sideways to look at Xu. She looked at it carefully, wiped her tears and shook her head, "Qingya? Are you a green sprout? How has it changed so much? I remember that you used to laugh and laugh the most, and you couldn't stop for a moment. ”

Xu Shi smiled sadly and said in a low voice: "The slave maid has a hard life, and she can't laugh anymore, and she can't make trouble." But now with the girl, life is many times better than before. ”

Only then did Mrs. Yan let go of Zong Zhengke, looked at her face intently, and couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes, and murmured: "Your eyes look exactly the same as your mother's. Good boy, I am friends with your mother. "......If it weren't for my husband and wife not happening to be in the village, she wouldn't have stayed in Tongxinyuan's inn, and maybe that kind of tragedy wouldn't have happened!" It's all my fault! ”

Zong Zhengke said softly: "Aunt Shi, don't be sad anymore, my mother has a spirit in the sky, and she can't bear to see it." Man's destiny is predestined by God, how does it relate to you? ”

"You kid is so sensible, and saying such things makes me even more uneasy and sad." Mrs. Yan slowly stopped crying, held Zong Zhengke's hand tightly, and said softly, "Don't call me Aunt Shi, can you call me Aunt Teng?" ”

This Aunt Teng is amazing, an out-and-out heroine among women, and a ruthless character who can personally kill people with a knife. In her previous life, Yan Huawu's position was in her hands, and she accounted for at least half of the credit.

In the previous life, Zong Zhengke didn't pay much attention to this Mrs. Hou of the Fuji clan, and knew about her because her maiden family wanted to recognize her again after she became Mrs. Hou, but she rejected mercilessly.

Now that I think about it, since Mrs. Teng can make friends with Mrs. Xiao, she is naturally from a big family. But she married a reckless man, obviously not tolerated by her mother's family, but she was afraid that she would cut off contact with her mother's family.

In his previous life, Zong Zhengke envied and admired Mrs. Teng, and naturally had the heart to befriend her in this life. She was as good as a stream, and recalled: "Aunt Teng." ”

"Eh, good boy!" Teng Baozhen was overjoyed, and there were tears still hanging on his cheeks, but he was already smiling. She held Zong Zhengke's hands, how she looked at it, how she liked it. (To be continued.) )