This has been another three years, and in the past three years, there have been more than 100 large and small battles, and Su Muzhe has grown and transformed in this war, like a pearl in the desert, gradually exuding brilliance.

General Yasukuni and the old marquis of Weiyuan are close friends, and they also care for Su Muzhe in every way.

When she was twenty years old, the old lady of the Marquis of Weiyuan mentioned Su Muzhe at the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother, and the poor child has been on the battlefield for several years, and the family affairs have not yet been settled.

The queen mother scolded the emperor for a bloody dog, why only let the horses run, and don't let the horses eat grass and rest, such an excellent talent, how did you cultivate, when you are alone?

Emperor Jian'an smiled bitterly, so a holy decree summoned Su Muzhe back, personally named General Dingyuan, from Sanpin, to the camp in Gyeonggi.

Su Muzhe walked all the way through the corridor and the Moon Cave Gate, and came to the old lady's residence, Mingxin Hall.

The old lady of Weiyuan Houfu is the daughter of Luoyang Cui's family, and she likes to be lively the most on weekdays, so she gathers in Mingxin Hall for her daily dinner.

Su Muzhe first asked Mrs. Cui for peace, and then picked up the chair on the side and sat down.

"Hey, what's wrong with San Lang?"

The second lady of the Weiyuan Hou Mansion, who is now the Hou Ye's wife, Jiao Shi, suddenly shouted in surprise.

Weiyuan Houfu is now the second master in charge, Mrs. Cui has three sons, the eldest Su Xin and are brave and good at fighting, handsome and chic, but unfortunately died on the battlefield at a young age, leaving only the widow Zhou, and the posthumous son, Su Qing, the eldest girl of the Hou Mansion today.

After Su Xinhe and Zhou's got married, he was often in the frontier, and Zhou was not pregnant after many years of marriage, and later it was Mrs. Cui who was in charge and sent Zhou to the border city for a year, and she was pregnant before sending her back.

Zhou was full of joy and looked forward to the birth of the child and the happy reunion of the family, but what he received was the bad news that Su Xinhe died in battle.

Zhou fainted on the spot, Mrs. Cui sent the black-haired person to the old lady Cui, and she couldn't support it for a while, she was seriously ill, and the Hou Mansion at that time was bleak, and everyone thought that Zhou couldn't hold on, but Zhou got up strongly, and since then he has been silent, and gave birth to his daughter a few months later.

Su Muzhe's father, Su Xinyuan, has had the best relationship with his eldest brother since he was a child, and when he heard the news of his eldest brother, a very big man cried like a child.

Later, he decided to go to the border city to avenge his brother, and the old marquis personally gave him the Zhan Jin Gun that had accompanied him for many years.

Su Muzhe was only three years old at the time, and he followed his parents to the border city in a daze.

After the death of the old marquis, Mrs. Cui wrote to ask for the title of the second master, and now the second master Su Jingyuan is proud of the spring breeze.

Jiao's family also changed, and her identity rose sharply, and now she is in charge of all the big and small things in the house.

When Mrs. Cui heard her words, she looked at her carefully.

Sure enough, Su Muzhe had a big swollen bag on his forehead.

"Oh, it's okay, second aunt, I accidentally touched it during the exercise."

Su Muzhe's heart flashed the empty window again, and replied casually.

"Then you have to be careful," Jiao said worriedly, and then turned back to the maid beside him and said, "Go and get that snow jade paste for the third son." ”

The maid withdrew on her knees, and in a moment she took the plaster.

Su Muzhe took it and thanked him, and stuffed the snow jade paste into his sleeve.

Old Madam Cui's eyes flashed, and she immediately returned to the loving expression on her face.

sighed silently in his heart: This child not only looks like his mother, but even looks like this bit of cleverness, it's a pity.

After a while, people arrived one after another.

Zhou didn't participate, only his daughter Sister Qing came.

Su Qing greeted Mrs. Cui and Jiao's family, and bent her knees slightly to see Su Muzhe, so she picked up a corner and sat down.

Her temperament is a little quiet, and the Zhou family is very strict, so she raised her temperament a little cringe.

Mrs. Cui mentioned it a few times, but the Zhou family did not change it, and only cultivated her as a man.

Mrs. Cui had no choice but to give up, the Zhou family was already very pitiful, but fortunately, the daughter of the Hou Mansion would not worry about getting married at that time, so she could only slowly choose a suitable family.

Su Xinhe is Mrs. Cui's favorite son, and he died young, so for Su Qing, Mrs. Cui pities it from the bottom of her heart.

As soon as Su Qing sat down, there was a cheerful sound of chirping outside, followed by a gentle woman who seemed to be saying something.

The bead curtain was opened, and Jiao's daughter Su Ying walked in with a blue background blue and white round-bellied vase.

followed by a woman wearing a light yellow gauze skirt, with a slender figure and a thin waist of willows, with just the right smile on her face, and when she saw Su Muzhe, her face was full of smiles.

"Granddaughter, say hello to grandmother."

"Qingqing greets the old lady."

The two of them bent their knees one after the other to greet Mrs. Cui, and Su Ying immediately stepped forward and snuggled in Mrs. Cui's arms, and held the vase in front of Mrs. Cui's eyes like a treasure.

"Grandmother, look, is it pretty? This was picked by her granddaughter. ”

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful, but next time, don't pick it yourself, the water in that lotus pond is a little deep."

"It's okay, grandmother, so that you can show your granddaughter's filial piety, don't worry, I'm very careful, very careful, you ask Sister Liu."

Old Madam Cui suddenly smiled from ear to ear, if she said that she was pitiful to Su Qing, she liked Su Ying from the bottom of her heart, Su Ying was only fifteen years old this year, it was a lively age, every time she laughed with crooked eyes, Old Madam Cui felt full of joy.

The Sister Liu that Su Ying said was the woman who came in with her, and now she was sitting under Su Qing, and said with a smile: "Yes, old lady, Cousin Ying knows that you are worried about her, and she is very careful, but it took a lot of effort, and she said that she would pick the best one for you." ”

"Hey, they're all good kids, they're all good kids."

Old Madam Cui was even happier in her heart, rubbing Su Ying's hair, her eyes full of love.

Su Qing reached into the sleeve of her shirt and touched it quietly, and then withdrew, and inside was a forehead wipe that she had embroidered for a few days.

"Alright, let's eat."

Old Madam Cui gave an order, and the maids immediately began to be busy setting the meal.

Jiao also has two sons, one is twenty-four years old, he was admitted to the examination and released as an official, and his wife also followed him to the office, and he should return to Beijing at the end of this year, and the other is twelve years old, and he is studying with his master, and today the master took him on a study tour, saying that he could only come back in three days.

And this Sister Liu, who is sixteen years old, is the niece of the Jiao family, and her name is Liu Qingqing. Liu Qingqing's mother is Jiao's sister-in-law, who died of a serious illness last year, and Jiao's niece felt sorry for her, so she took it over to live.

The Liu family is not famous, so they are naturally willing to climb the mountain of Weiyuan Marquis Mansion.

Since they are not outsiders, dinner is only divided into tables and there is no separation.

Liu Qingqing sat down at Su Ying's head, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at Su Muzhe on the side.

I saw that he was wearing a loose light blue robe, with a jade belt around his waist, looking broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, and his posture was slender, Liu Qingqing's face couldn't help but fly up.