The double-arched hanging flower gate is the tuyere, and the wind in March is not biting, but it is not warm either.

Yang took a step forward, hugged Mrs. Shen, and said with a smile: "Sister Lan is fine, I heard that the second brother and sister-in-law are back, and the girl is also happy in her heart, and she started to prepare early in the morning." Yang smiled and glanced back at Shen Lan and pulled Shen Lan forward.

Shen Lan is two years older than Shen Huan and five years older than Shen Rong. She is wearing a goose yellow embroidered cloud pattern Ruyi gown today, her black and shiny hair is combed, her complexion is fair, her facial features are small and exquisite, among the many sisters in the Shen family, Shen Lan is good-looking.

She lowered her face, stood two steps away from Shen Pingcheng, and opened her mouth respectfully: "Father, mother." ”

Zhao's heart "groaned", and with the sound of the wind, he first agreed: "Eh, eh." She stretched out her hand movingly, wanting to hold Shen Lan into her arms, but in the end, she only gently touched her head.

"Okay, you go to the ancestral hall first, where is this place to speak." Old Madam Shen opened her mouth at the right time, paused, and added, "The people in the mansion sent a letter to the eldest master and the third master, asking them to come back today and have dinner in Fuhua Courtyard." ”

"Eh, mother, then I'll help you back to the yard first, and I'll give you more orders in the kitchen." Yang Shi hurriedly gave the green clothes behind him a look, and helped Old Madam Shen to walk back.

Fuhua Courtyard is on the central axis of the Shen Mansion, it is the residence of Mrs. Shen, Mrs. Shen is gone early, and Mrs. Shen has worked hard to pull her sons to grow up, which is not easy.

There is no shortage of famous families in Yongan City, just a century-old family, there are Qi families and Gu families.

The ancestors of the Shen family were born in merchants, and to be able to occupy a place in Yong'an City, which is famous and entered, Mrs. Shen has put a lot of thought into it.

Now that Shen Pingcheng has been appointed as the propaganda envoy in Jiangbei, the Shen family has gained a firm foothold in the circle of this famous family.

Therefore, even if Shen Pingcheng is not Mrs. Shen's favorite son, she has to come out to greet her in person.

At this time, Shen Rong and Shen Huo followed behind their father and mother, and were led by Mama Gui to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors. And Shen Lan was first taken to Fuhua Courtyard by the Yang family.

"Every time I come back, there are so many people, like watching monkeys." Shen Huo wrinkled his nose and muttered in a low voice: "Mr. An is still in White Horse City, and the second uncle promised me before that he would give me a real sword, but now, there is no hope." ”

"Uncle has spoken truthfully?" Shen Rong glanced at his mouth.

The second uncle Zhao Huaiji is a military general and captain of Qinguan, who once served under his father, and he also pulled the thread between his mother and father.

When she was in White Horse City, Zhao Huaiji once pulled her to practice martial arts in the courtyard, and after being discovered by her mother, she was scolded by her mother, saying that she was a woman, and she should learn to be dignified and virtuous, gentle and virtuous, and not let her dance with a sword. But by then, she was already a three-legged cat kung fu.

The ancestral hall of the Shen family is still two courtyards away from Fuhua Courtyard, and after worshipping the ancestral hall, Mama Gui led them to Fuhua Courtyard.

In between, Mama Fang led Dongmei, as well as a few girls brought from White Horse City, Xia Cao, Forsythia, and Angelica Angelica, to Jinlin Courtyard and put the things in the yard.

And they wore a hand-copying verandah, and entered the Fuhua Temple.

Fukka-in is a large courtyard, and the back room is the residence of the servants and maids, and a small kitchen is also placed.

In addition to the main house, there are two things in the courtyard, warm in winter and cool in summer, and the girls who are close to Mrs. Shen, as soon as they reach the summer and count nine days, they pestered the old lady to come to live, before Shen Rong came, the east and west warm pavilions were occupied by Shen Lin and Shen Zhi in the four rooms, and after Shen Rong arrived at Shen's house, he also lived in the warm pavilion for a while.

Through the dark curtains, the laughter in the room was heard outside.

"The fifth sister can say okay, I'll go over and get it later, don't be a skinny when the time comes."

"Sister Hui, your fourth uncle didn't bring you enough, look at your greedy, little glutton."

"Third aunt, that Dingsheng cake is delicious, now that I think about it, I still have that taste in my head, hehe."

When the little maid at the door saw Shen Pingcheng and them coming, she hurriedly opened the curtain and said, "The second master is here." ”

At the end of the words in the house, Shen Pingcheng strode into the house, Mrs. Shen was sitting on the plum blossom lacquer Arhat bed, and the inner room was separated by a bamboo and peach wood screen.

"Mother, what are you talking about, so happy, I heard it from afar." Shen Pingcheng smiled loudly.

"It was your fourth brother who handed over some Dingsheng cakes from Jianghang, these girls are greedy. I still have some here, and I'll have someone send it to Jinlin Courtyard in a while. The old lady knew that Shen Pingcheng was going to refuse, so she said again: "If you don't eat it, you have to let Brother Huo and Sister Rong taste it." ”

That's it, Shen Pingcheng nodded.

Shen Pingyuan is currently the salt transport envoy of Jianghang, this will be a rare food, and in a few years, there will be sellers of Dingsheng cakes in Jiangbei.

Shen Rong also loved to eat in his previous life, but after eating too much, he didn't think so much.

She thanked the old lady with Shen Huo.

"A few years ago, Sister Rong was as tall as Sister Lin, but now she is a head taller than Sister Lin, and it seems that in the future, she will be as tall as Sister Lan." Yang has been smiling all the time.

Shen Lin is the daughter of the fourth room, ranking fifth, two years younger than Shen Rong.

Of the four rooms of the Shen family, only three rooms are concubines, and the biological mother is the aunt Cui, who also died of illness a few years after the old lady's death.

Old Madam Shen was not mean to Sanfang, and after Shen Pingshi became a family, she donated a Liupinzhi County to him and served in Yangyuan County, which was subordinate to Yong'an City.

Therefore, thinking of this kindness, Sanfang has always respected Mrs. Shen very much.

In the past, Shen Rong also felt that Old Madam Shen was kind and kind, but in two lives, she saw that her eyes were wide, and she naturally saw it differently.

Especially the Yang family, just today, she openly and secretly compared her with Shen Lan, Shen Lan has been staying in the Shen family, this time someone picked it again, how can they and Shen Lan become a close family.

Shen Rong tilted his head, leaned in front of Shen Lan, and said in a childish voice: "My sister and I are close relatives with broken bones and tendons, how can we not be similar, mother, do you say yes." ”

Before, when she first arrived at the Shen family, she only thought in her heart that if she had one more sister, her father and mother would not only love her alone, so she and her sister couldn't get used to each other, but now that she thinks about it, it's really childish and funny.

In this life, she will never let people have another chance to use her and her sister as Joe!

"That's what Ah Rong said." Zhao nodded and pinched Shen Pingcheng next to him.

Shen Pingcheng sighed, pondered for a moment, and said, "Mother, since we are back, shouldn't Sister Lan also move to Jinlin Courtyard?" ”

"Huh?" Yang screamed, and even the jade hairpin on the bun shook with her body, making a bell-bell sound, seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, she immediately looked at the old lady: "Mother, Sister Lan has lived in my courtyard for more than ten years, and I have long regarded her as my own daughter, where can I give up." ”