Du Zhen sent Feng Yong out of the peach forest, Feng Yong thought about what happened just now, and always felt a little empty in his heart.

So there was a little squeeze on his face, and he said to Du Zhen, "Du Langjun, there is something I want to tell you, and I hope you can help keep it secret." ”

"But I don't know what Feng Junhou wants to explain to Zhen?"

Du Zhen asked a little strangely.

"Just now in the peach forest, I heard that Elder Du wanted to complete the poem, so I had a feeling for a while, and I wanted to fulfill Elder Du's wish. Therefore, just a few lines of poetry, you just say that it is good to listen to Elder Du, and don't talk about listening to others. ”

When Feng Yong said this, he secretly thought in his heart, he really wanted to spread this rumor that he didn't know where to go in this bone joint who was preparing to marry Guan Ji, but he was afraid that if this good thing was not good, it would have to become a funeral......

So I still have to explain Du Zhen and ask him not to spread the word.

When Du Zhen heard this, he looked at Feng Yong's face again, and immediately understood, and said self-righteously, "Understand and understand, this article is done by Feng Junhou for the sake of the wishes of adults, not for Zhang ...... Uh, not for anything else. ”

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Feng Yong nodded repeatedly.

Du Zhen sighed in his heart, thinking that this Feng Langjun looked young and proud, although he was beautiful on the surface, he also had hardships that others didn't know.

So he assured Feng Yong, "Prince, please rest assured, I will only say this article to the adults, and I will not listen to it with other people." ”

Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That's the best." ”

This Du Zhen is also a son of a family, and he has long been a famous figure, and now he has the identity of another driver, and he should be able to believe his guarantee.

With Du Zhen's assurance, Feng Yong said goodbye to Du Zhen.

With the divination of the comment, he returned to the house, first asked someone to carefully transcribe a copy and send it to Jiang Wan, and then chose an auspicious time to enter the ancestral hall and burn it to his dead father.

"This comment is interesting."

Huang Yueying took the paper, saw the comments on it, smiled, and then looked at Guan Ji, who was trying to learn to make soup.

Guan Ji's face turned red, her eyes glanced at the paper in Huang Yueying's hand, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, what did it say?" ”

"A good omen, of course."

Although she knew that Guan Ji wanted to know the content of this, she deliberately refused to say it, pointed to the soup that was boiling and said, "Look at it, don't burn it again." ”

When Guan Ji heard this, he immediately frowned, with a distressed face, "How is it that making soup is more difficult than practicing martial arts?" ”

"It's not hard to learn by heart."

Huang Yueying nodded her head and said, "It's okay if you don't know how to be a woman, if you don't even know this soup, I'll see how you make a bride in a while?" ”

"Oh......"

Guan Ji, who is a martial artist who can be compared to a few people, made a bitter face, picked up a spoon, and sprinkled a large handful of salt on it.

"Oh, you woman!" Huang Yueying slapped her on the back of the head, "Doesn't this salt cost money?" It's really not a good home, I don't know how expensive firewood and rice are! ”

"Ah Lang's family has money, what are you afraid of? And he still has a cook at home, and he doesn't need me to cook. ”

Guan Ji said confidently.

Following Feng Yong in the past few years, Guan Ji's heart knot has gradually disappeared, in addition to pretending to be cold in front of others, in front of her own people, she has revealed her true temperament more and more.

has a little bit of the appearance of being the daughter of a prince in Jingzhou before.

Huang Yueying couldn't cry or laugh, "That's why you don't study hard?" The bride really wants to make this kind of soup for her uncle three days later, do you want to kill someone? ”

Speaking of this, Huang Yueying remembered that Feng Yong was alone in Feng Yong's mansion, how could anyone manage Guan Ji if he really wanted to marry him? It's so comfortable.

Thinking of Feng Yong's own cooking skills, even the imperial chef in the Han Palace can't compare, who doesn't know that the food in Feng's Mansion is the most delicious? So what Guan Ji said is right, how can she go to the room in person?

I remembered that the largest wool workshop in Dahan was also built by Feng Yong, and he had the best female workers in Dahan in his hands......

As soon as she thought of this, Huang Yueying was really full of emotion, and poked Guan Ji's head with hatred, "Alas, it seems that you are really blessed." What a good husband! It used to be a blessing. ”

Guan Ji raised her face triumphantly.

To say that this woman chooses a husband, she was nervous in the first half of her life, just like seeing flowers in a fog, for fear of picking the wrong person.

But once you see someone, you have to start first.

Didn't this Ah Lang snatch it first in prison?

Seeing Guan Ji's appearance, Huang Yueying laughed again, "Before I married the prime minister, the closer I got to the day of marriage, the more uneasy I felt in my heart, and my temperament was easy to get dry, where is it like you, I wish I would marry sooner?" ”

The closer this family affair gets, the happier Guan Ji becomes, it seems that she is really happy, which is different from other women.

"That's because my uncle didn't know who the prime minister was, right?" Guan Ji blushed and said, "But Ah Lang's personality, my niece knows it." ”

"Yes, it seems that you decided to go to Hanzhong with you, but it was the most correct decision you made." Huang Yueying touched Guan Ji's head, and said with a little emotion, "Sanniang is finally going to get married, and as soon as she marries, she will be Mrs. Houfu." ”

Thinking about the suffering of Guan Ji a few years ago, I feel that this happy event is not easy to come by.

While sighing, Huang Yueying's eyes glanced at the soup that was boiling, and sighed again, "Forget it, let's get here first today, you go to rest first." ”

After finishing speaking, he hurried away with the paper in his hand.

Guan Ji looked at Huang Yueying with a blank eye, and said in her heart What is written on this, my uncle hasn't told me yet!

After thinking about it, Brother must have known that he should go back to his house to have a look, right?

Huang Yueying naturally didn't know Guan Ji's careful thoughts, she rushed back to her study, took out a scroll of calligraphy and painting from the pile of scrolls full of bamboo slips, let go of the table, and slowly opened it.

I saw a horse painted on it, and in front of the horse was a woman with a black face on one side, holding a bottle of water in her hand, and two drops of water were dropping.

It was the painting that Huang Yueying painted three years ago when she met Feng Yong in the backyard.

The half-body beauty has become an ugly girl with a black face, which is exactly what Feng Yong has given.

Huang Yueying's gaze fell on the horse, and she muttered to herself, "Heavenly horses descend to earth? ”

Then his face looked thoughtful, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but I only heard someone knocking on the door outside, and the voice of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty came in, "Xijun, are you inside?" ”

Huang Yueying was startled, suddenly came back to her senses from her contemplation, opened the door, and asked, "How come Ah Lang has time to come?" ”

Zhuge Liang coughed, "It's a little boring to deal with political affairs, so I walked around casually, and thought that Xijun was teaching Guan Ji about the bride, so I came over to take a look." ”

"What's the matter with Lang?"

Huang Yueying asked Zhuge Liang to come into the house and asked.

The painting on the table was placed in the most eye-catching position, and Zhuge Liang was attracted by it as soon as he came in.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at Huang Yueying.

The prime minister and his wife showed knowing expressions at the same time.

"It seems that Xijun really knows me."

Zhuge Liang stepped forward, touched the horses on the painting, and asked in a low voice, "Xijun thinks, is this a coincidence?" ”

"Is there a difference?" Huang Yueying glanced at Zhuge Liang with some disgust, and said, "Haven't you always stayed away from this kind of thing?" ”

"Besides, you said it at the beginning, even if it's true, it may be surnamed Feng, but it may also be surnamed Ma."

Zhuge Liang listened, with a wry smile on his face, and sighed, "Yes, it is precisely because of respecting and staying away that I feel a little troubled, and I don't know whether to believe it or not." ”

"Moreover, even now, although this surname Feng is more likely, it is still possible to have the surname Ma. Ma Youchang, it's not bad, right? ”

"And Ma Youchang is always aiming to lead the army, but unfortunately he has not had the opportunity to perform over the years, and when the Northern Expedition comes, I want him to follow him to experience, if he can really be a blockbuster at that time, do you think this surname Feng or surnamed Ma, can you say clearly?"

Huang Yueying lit the two drops of water on it and asked, "What do you say?" ”

"Two waters are ice, this is reasonable......"

Zhuge Liang said casually.

Huang Yueying was angry, so she directly rolled up the picture and said, "You are the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, I can't talk about you." ”

In fact, the reason why Huang Yueying was in a hurry to confirm the meaning of this painting was not because she was more optimistic about Feng Yong.

But as the wife of the prime minister, she knows better than anyone that the degree of fatigue of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty in the past three years has reached the point of shock.

So she urgently needs to find someone who can help the prime minister share the burden.

Otherwise, if he is allowed to go on like this again, I am afraid that his body will collapse sooner or later.

But it is clear that his husband now trusts himself more than others.

That's why she's angry.

Zhang Xingcai in the palace knew the divination results given to Feng Yong by Du Qiong one day later than the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Compared with the painting in Huang Yueying's hand, which was repainted by herself, Zhang Xingcai's hand was painted by Li Yi himself.

When she unfolded the painting, her face was full of regret, "It's a pity......

Compared with the attitude of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty who is unwilling to draw conclusions easily, Zhang Xingcai has almost determined that Feng Yong is the person in the painting.

That's why she felt that it was a pity that her little sister didn't marry Feng Yong.

She looked at Zhang Xingyi, who was sitting upright in front of her, and asked a little unwillingly, "Siniang, have you really decided?" ”

The childishness on Zhang Xingyi's face has disappeared, replaced by a slightly emaciated face, calm with a hint of sadness.

Hearing Sister's question, Zhang Xingyi nodded and said softly, "It's decided." Although Nanxiang County is the food of our Zhang family, no one in our house has ever been there except for the subordinates in charge, so I decided to go there to have a look. ”

Speaking of Nanxiang, Zhang Xingcai remembered that before Feng Yong went to Hanzhong, he had suggested that his little sister should marry him, and he felt more and more regretful: If his mother hesitated back then, he could persuade him a few more words, how could he come to the beautiful thing of Guan Ji today?

"It's better to go out and relax. You have also grown up, go out and see, and see for a long time, it is better than staying in Jincheng all the time. ”

So far, Zhang Xingcai can only say this.

In fact, she also knew that the little sister suddenly proposed to leave Jincheng this time, in fact, the bigger reason was to avoid that guy's marriage date.

That kid made my little sister so sad, it's just too much of a bastard!

Zhang Xingcai became more and more annoyed in her heart: You don't like Xiaomei, why do you write so many seductive sentences for her? If you don't want to marry, don't mess with it, and if you do, you don't marry, it's just a bastard!

"Little sister thinks the same way." Zhang Xingyi nodded and said, "Over there in Nanxiang, I heard that women can be the masters of the house, and some people say that it is a group of demons dancing wildly, all kinds of rumors are quite strange, so the little sister wants to go there to see and open her eyes." ”

"Okay, when are you leaving?"

"I'll be gone in two days."

It didn't take long for Feng Yong to get married, and it seemed that the little sister really wanted to escape from this matter.

Although Zhang Xingcai guessed the psychology of the little sister, he still asked with some surprise, "So anxious?" ”

Then he asked tentatively, "Do you want to talk to him?" ”

Zhang Xingyi smiled his slightly pale face, his eyes showed determination, and he shook his head slightly, "He is preparing for a big wedding, what's the use of saying it?" Forget it. ”

Zhang Xingcai sighed and said, "Okay, the children of the Zhang family, there is no need to pretend. ”

Feng Yong naturally didn't know that the queen, who had always favored him, had defined herself as a bastard kid.

He got the good omen obtained from Du Qiong's divination, so he naturally wanted to try his best to do a good job in the things entrusted by Du Qiong.

So now he is standing in front of Qin Mi's mansion with Fan A.

Seeing that the white flag had been hung at the door of the Qin Mansion, he was taken aback at the moment: "I'm late?!" ”

"But Feng Junhou in person?"

There were already people waiting at the gate of the Qin Mansion, and when they saw Feng Yong and his party, a middle-aged man walked down the steps and hugged his fists to salute.

"I am, may I ask which one of your Excellency is in the Qin Dasi Nong Mansion?"

"Don't dare, Qin Yuan is also, Jia Yan is the master of the house."

"It turned out to be the eldest prince of Qin."

Although the eldest prince of Qin has reached middle age, as long as Qin Mi is alive, he can still be called the eldest prince.

"Qin Gongzi, this is ......"

Feng Yong pointed to the white banner hanging on the door of the mansion.

When Qin Yuan heard this, a sad look appeared on his face, "Feng Junhou's big day is coming, and he shouldn't have come here to be contaminated. ”

No way!

Looks like I'm really late!

While Feng Yong regretted it in his heart, when he heard Qin Yuan's words, he frowned again, is this what a son should say?