Jiang Zhongwei was teased by her grandmother, and her face suddenly turned red, and this scarlet made her miserable face look a lot better.

"Grandmother, what do you say! It's not like you don't know, I've had a good memory since I was a child. ”

When Shen Yuntang was young, he went to Hubei with his grandfather and lived in Mrs. Zhenguo's house for a while, when Jiang Zhongwei was only three or four years old.

Mrs. Zhenguo touched her granddaughter's hair.

"Your brother of the Shen family was assassinated, and none of the guards sent by your grandmother survived."

Jiang Zhongwei's eyes widened and she was shocked, "How come!" Is there anything wrong with the Shen family's brother? ”

Mrs. Zhenguo looked at her with a look of urgency, and suddenly laughed, "What, Ah Wei is worried about your Shen family brother?" ”

"Grandmother!" Jiang Zhongwei was annoyed.

Mrs. Zhenguo said with palpitations: "Your Shen family's elder brother is blessed with a great life, and he is not injured, but he is just a little frightened. ”

Jiang Zhongwei patted her heart, "Brother Shen is fine." ”

When he was a child, although the little brother who came to their house as a guest was cool and didn't like her pestering him, he never disliked her for being weak and had to be held by a nurse wherever she went.

After so many years, I don't know what that little brother has grown up to now.

Mrs. Zhenguo looked at her granddaughter in a daze, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she took a sub-post from the side and handed it to her.

Jiang Zhongwei was stunned, and took the post from her grandmother a little strangely.

In the past, my grandmother didn't let her care about this, why did she suddenly show her posts?

When the gilded prayer slip was opened, Jiang Zhongwei saw the strong and natural handwriting on the bailiff, and then her eyes swept to the place where she fell, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Brother Shen is coming?"

Mrs. Zhenguo looked at her granddaughter's surprised face and laughed.

"The post sent this morning will come to the door in two days."

Jiang Zhongwei couldn't help but touch the handwriting on the worship post, "This is written by the elder brother of the Shen family himself?" ”

"Silly girl, come to visit, this post is naturally written by her personally!"

Jiang Zhongwei's face suddenly turned red again.

Jiang Zhongwei sat at her grandmother's place for half an hour before she was driven back to rest.

Mrs. Zhenguo stared at her granddaughter's thin back, and the smile on Fang Cai's face disappeared instantly.

Although she is very reluctant to this granddaughter, she has reached the age of talking about marriage after all.

She herself is old, no matter how powerful she is, she can't take care of her granddaughter for a lifetime.

Mama Zheng saw Mrs. Zhenguo's thoughts, and suggested: "The old slave looks at the young lady and has some meaning for the little prince, so it's better to ......."

Mrs. Zhenguo smiled bitterly, "You don't know Ah Wei's body, the three generations of the Hou Mansion are single, you want me to hurt Ah Tang?" ”

Jiang Zhongwei was unable to conceive an heir because of her congenital deficiencies, which was a fact that Mrs. Zhenguo had known for a long time, but she had been hiding it from her granddaughter.

Mama Zheng could only shut up.

However, because Mama Zheng has more words, Mrs. Zhenguo has more expectations in her heart.

If the two children have a heart, then what if she is fulfilled?

It's not easy to have a child, so when the time comes, you will give Shen Yuntang two concubines, and give birth to a child and put it next to Ah Wei as a sister-in-law to raise.

Mrs. Zhenguo took a sip of tea, "What about Chuan'er?" ”

"Old lady, Master Hou went to Beidaying early in the morning."

The Jiang family has just returned to Yanjing from Hubei, although the Marquis of Zhenguo still has a false position, but because he is in the court vacation, he does not need to go to the court.

The "Chuan'er" in the mouth of Zhenguofu is Jiang Zhenchuan, the grandson who inherited the bloodline from the side branch in the early years.

Jiang Zhenchuan is now twenty years old, unmarried, and inherited the title of Jiang Rong, the general of Zhenguo.

Now he is the Marquis of Zhenguo.

He was awarded the title of General Sipin Xuanwei because of his shadow, although he was idle, but when he arrived in Yanjing, he still had to go to the military department and the barracks to report.

"When Chuan'er comes back, you send someone to tell him not to go out tomorrow and stay in the house to entertain Ah Tang."

Mama Zheng listened to her head.

Shen Yuntang sat alone in the study, holding a fine pen in his hand, but his eyes were staring blankly at the handwriting on the rice paper.

She couldn't help but swallow, picked up the pen and wrote another line.

It's still the same as before!

She threw away the brush in her hand, and anxiously found a handwritten booklet of the original owner on the table, and opened it to compare it with her current handwriting.

Immediately she was speechless.

It's exactly the same!

She never imagined that she could unconsciously imitate the handwriting of the original owner, and it was completely indistinguishable.

Suppressing the excitement in his chest, Shen Yuntang slowly calmed down.

This is obviously an unexpected joy, as a nobleman, handwriting is very important, whether it is a prayer post or a book, you have to write.

Shen Yuntang was also worried that the handwriting would be debunked, but now it's okay, and all doubts are gone.

Although she can write the original owner's handwriting, this kind of thing has happened, and she can deal with it calmly if there are more strange things.

Just think of it as a perk that comes with her crossing.

Shen Yuntang can think about it very much, and besides, she doesn't have the heart and energy to figure out why, the entire Hou Mansion still depends on her!

She first wrote a letter of worship and sent it to Mrs. Zhenguo.

Later, he asked Wing Chun to go to the second sister's Chu Yuyuan and told her about his longevity.

Wing Chun was smart, and he saw that the prince wanted to take this opportunity to mention the second miss, so he smiled at the corners of his mouth and went without delay.

After Wing Chun left, Shen Yuntang began to look at the account books of several shops in the public property of Fuzhong.

In the end, only a jade shop was left in his hand.

She singled out the account books of two silk shops and a restaurant and put them aside, thought about it for a while, and told Bai Mei to fetch five taels of silver.

When Baimei came back, Shen Yuntang took the account book to Aunt Han's yard.

Aunt Han was sitting under the porch doing needlework at this time, Xu had spoken before her, but there was a rough maid cleaning the small courtyard.

As soon as Shen Yuntang entered the courtyard, the little maid hurriedly ran in to report.

After a while, Aunt Han took Sister Xiang'er's hand and greeted her in person.

Aunt Han respectfully saluted Shen Yuntang, and Shen Yuntang helped her up.

"Lord Shizi, are you looking for slaves and maids today?"

Shen Yuntang pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, "Auntie doesn't have to worry, it's a good thing, let's go in and talk." ”

Aunt Han then remembered that they were standing under the porch, and it was indeed not a place to talk about things, so she hurriedly invited Shen Yuntang in.

The courtyard is simple, and even the hall is small.

However, sitting in the north and facing south, there is a warm sun shining in in the late autumn morning, and it looks warm.

Shen Yuntang glanced at it and found that Aunt Han's yard had not yet burned charcoal, so he frowned.

"Why didn't my aunt burn charcoal?"

Yanjing is already in winter at this time, and ordinary people have begun to burn charcoal one after another.

Aunt Han was a little embarrassed and said, "I've never been afraid of the cold, so it's okay to burn it later." ”

Shen Yuntang was delicate, his eyes swept over Aunt Han's frozen red hands, and he didn't say anything more.

The two sat down in the main hall.

Aunt Han is very well-behaved, in front of Shen Yuntang, she consciously sat down, and only sat on half of the chair.