"Oh, Feng Langjun has news from Hanzhong again?"

Huang Yueying seemed to be very interested.

"Yes. It was specially sent to Mrs. Zhang. ”

Steward Zhao said and handed over the package in his hand.

Huang Yueying stretched out her hand to take it, it didn't feel heavy, but it was heavier than clothes.

"It's hard work for Steward Zhao. It's so cold, if Steward Zhao still has something to do in the city, you might as well say it, and I'll call someone to help with it. ”

"There is Mrs. Law's concern. This time I came to the city to deliver things to the little lady, and there was nothing else to do. ”

"Oh well. So I sent the steward back to the village. ”

Huang Yueying didn't give Steward Zhao a chance to refuse, so she directly ordered.

When he turned around, he saw Zhang Xingzheng looking at the package in his hand, smiled at the moment, and handed it over.

"Thank you, uncle."

Zhang Xing immediately took it and hugged it tightly in his arms, with a smile in his eyebrows.

Huang Yueying shook her head and said with a smile: "Such a thing sent by Baby Feng Langjun, presumably you must have made a request when you wrote to someone last time." So this time it was sent to you, yes or no? ”

Zhang Xing's big eyes rolled a few times, and he said with a smile: "This is a secret between my niece and Feng Langjun, you can't talk nonsense." ”

"What secrets can you have as a little person?"

Huang Yueying said with some amusement.

Zhang Xing pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "A few days ago, my uncle and aunt also said that my niece has grown up, and this time I suspect that she is young. ”

As he spoke, he shook his little head and ran into the house in a hurry, leaving a string of crisp words by the way: "Niece go back first to see what Feng Langjun sent over......

The smile on Huang Yueying's face, who was following behind, slowly dissipated, and when she saw Zhang Xing walking, she couldn't hold back her joy, frowning slightly, revealing a trace of worry and thoughtfulness.

Zhang Xiahou was making a female celebrity in the wing, and when he saw his little daughter running in in a hurry, he was still holding something in his arms, and he thought something was wrong.

"Why is Siniang in such a hurry? What about your aunt? ”

Zhang Xing put the package on the desk with a "bang", and replied without looking back: "Uncle and mother are behind." ”

I was in a hurry to unwrap the package.

"What are you doing? Where did the package come from? ”

Zhang Xiahou got up and was about to step forward to take a look, but saw that his little daughter was in a hurry, and he couldn't untie the package, and he was sweating profusely.

The robe on his body slipped crookedly and halfway, but Zhang Xing completely ignored it, without a ladylike image, Zhang Xiahou was very dissatisfied, and was about to scold, but saw a letter fall on the case.

"Where did this letter come from?"

Zhang Xiahou picked up the letter and was about to read it, but he heard someone at the door say: "This is what Feng Langjun sent to Siniang from Hanzhong, and this letter is also written to Siniang." ”

"Feng Langjun?"

Zhang Xiahou was very surprised, and her youngest daughter wrote to Feng Langjun, she naturally knew.

Not only do you know, but you also know what is written in it.

After all, she is Siniang's own mother, although the youngest daughter is young now, but when she writes to other men, she must take a look, lest she is ignorant and says something that should not be said.

In her opinion, most of the words in the letter were childish words, children's words, and the only sentence that made Feng Langjun pay attention to his body was written by her.

If you change someone else, you probably take that letter as a child's game.

I never thought that this Feng Langjun would reply to a letter in a serious manner, and even send something over.

Inside this package, it can't really be a child's play, right?

I was thinking about it, but I heard her daughter cheering, and she finally unwrapped the package, only to see that she reached out and touched it, and actually took out an object.

"Is it really something to play with?"

Zhang Xiahou said such a sentence with some tears and laughter.

I saw that what Zhang Xing was holding in his hand was an object carved from wood, although he couldn't see what it looked like, but he could basically see the outline of a villain riding a horse.

"Mother, look, this little figure doesn't look like me?"

Zhang Xing ran over like a treasure, held up the toy in his hand, and handed it to Zhang Xiahou.

Zhang Xiahou fixed his eyes and found that the object in Zhang Xing's hand, a villain who looked like a female general was riding a horse, holding a gun in one hand and controlling the reins in the other, making the appearance of leading the charge into battle.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, the woman looked closely, and she really looked like a rare little daughter, especially those big eyes, which were very godlike.

It can be seen that it is thoughtful.

It's just that Feng Langjun doesn't know what to think, how could he carve out the dress of his little daughter?

Zhang Xing seemed to like this thing very much, and couldn't put it down, turning it over and over, and saw that there was a curved board underneath, so he immediately put it on the desk, and with just a light touch, the female general shook and moved.

Zhang Xing was overjoyed and giggled.

Over there, after Huang Yueying sent Zhang Xing back, she said a few words to Zhang Xiahou and then left.

"Then Feng Langjun seems to really love these four mothers."

Zhang Xiahou sent Huang Yueying away, and saw that his little daughter was still playing with the wooden villain happily there, so he shook the letter in his hand, "Siniang, Feng Langjun's letter, do you still want to read it?" ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Xing suddenly came to his senses, Feng Langjun, but he didn't just give himself this plaything.

At that moment, he hurriedly ran over, took the letter in his mother's hand, and opened the seal, and in addition to the letter paper, there was another letter inside.

"Hey, it looks like this is for my mother."

"Written for me?"

Zhang Xiahou was very unexpected this time, thinking that he basically had little intersection with Feng Langjun, how could he write to himself?

She has been in the world for a long time, and she is calm in her heart, so she is not in a hurry to open it and look at it at the moment, but she asked Zhang Xing to read out the letter Feng Yong wrote to herself.

The younger daughter writes to other men, and she wants to read it, and she naturally wants to know the content of the letters written by other men to her younger daughter.

And letting her daughter read the letter is also a way to read and read.

Feng Yong regarded Zhang Xing as a little girl, so naturally he would not write anything that should not be written, which was basically some Hanzhong experience, and said that he gave her a play object, which was considered to be in response to her request in the last letter.

It's just that at the end, it was also mentioned that she was given a set of clothes, which was a special woolen sweater from Hanzhong.

"Go, go and see what the clothes Feng Langjun gave you look like."

After listening to this, Zhang Xiahou nodded slightly, and said in his heart that Feng Langjun still knows how to measure.

Zhang Xing hurriedly ran over to rummage through the package again.

Zhang Xiahou opened the letter Feng Yong wrote to himself and read it.

At the time of the Three Kingdoms, there were already pants, but they were open crotch pants.

The winter coat sent by Feng Yong is actually similar to the autumn pants of later generations, but the current pants have been changed to open crotch, and he specially told Zhang Xing to pay attention to wearing a layer of lining on the inside when wearing them.