In the Songhe Hall, it is very lively at this time.

The couple and juniors in the second room were there, and Zhang Qiuchi also stood aside to listen to the old lady's explanation.

There was also a smile on the young man's face at this time, but he did not have the slightest color, and he was still as humble and introverted as ever.

The old lady who was recuperating was still well-dressed, but her face looked sickly and weaker than usual.

"Mother." Zhang Luan's face was as calm as possible, and he stepped forward to salute.

As the head of the family, he always remembers his mother's explanation - the more he faces major events, the more he must behave steadily.

In order to appear more calm, I didn't even forget to ask at this time: "Mother's headache symptoms are better today?" ”

"It's getting better a little bit." Mrs. Zhang had a calm smile on her face.

Her head grew on her neck, and she naturally felt pain whenever she wanted, and she could get better whenever she wanted.

On this big day, she might as well get better first, so as not to ruin everyone's interest-Mrs. Zhang thought thoughtfully.

"That's good."

Zhang Luan, who had a guess about his mother's condition, made a reassuring look.

"Mother, this is a happy event, and the spirit is refreshing." Ji Shi said with a smile on the side: "Chi'er has won three yuan this time, such a great joy, what else is there to be sick and unlucky?" ”

Old Lady Zhang smiled and nodded, looking at the eldest grandson with satisfaction.

Zhang Luan patted Zhang Qiuchi's shoulder, smiled but said in a hoarse voice: "Good boy, you are much more useful than your father......"

I think he was also young and famous, and he was admitted early.

There are losses and gains in life, and regret can't be called it, but it is inevitable that there will be some emotions at the moment.

This time, the eldest son can be connected to the three yuan, and in a way, it can be regarded as making up for a deficiency in his heart-

......Seeing that his father's eyes were slightly red, Zhang Qiuchi was a little at a loss for a while, so he could only salute: "Thank you for your father's teachings over the years." ”

Zhang Luan shook his head.

He was never a good father to the eldest son.

After Miao's death, he was able to fulfill some of his father's responsibilities.

But in the past six or seven years, Qin Niang's dedication to Chi'er has been seen by everyone.

However, in the final analysis, this child is worth it - this sentence has been said to him more than once by Qin Niang.

"It's a pity that your mother and your second sister are not here today." Zhang Luan held back his tears and sighed with a smile.

Zhang Qiuchi smiled slightly.

There was a sudden silence.

Zhang Luan came back to his senses and hurriedly remedied: "Zhen Zhen is now praying for your grandmother behind closed doors, and she can't see it with her own eyes. ”

said, and said: "This matter is excusable, you don't want to be angry with your second sister." ”

A few days after Zhen Zhen left, he found the letter she left in the study - in desperation, he could only try to cover up the matter for his daughter at home.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to be alone—his mother was a little too coincidental, but at the moment he only suspected, just in case he guessed wrong, so he didn't dare to break it with his mother.

"The second sister is filial, how could I be angry with her." Zhang Qiuchi smiled and said, "And the second sister has already sent someone to come to congratulate her." ”

It was the big girl named Ah Zhi in the Yu Courtyard who came to spread the word.

Beneath Ah Zhi's calm exterior lies a frightened heart - one day she finds her girl missing, but everyone says that her girl is praying behind closed doors.

In this situation, she has no choice but to follow.

Zhang Luan was relieved when he heard the words at this time, and nodded with a smile.

"This girl is the most idle on weekdays, and now she can't make up for such a bustle, so she can only watch it, I'm afraid I'm going to be in a hurry." He jokingly said, "For now, I just hope that my mother's illness will be cured soon—"

"Zhen Zhen has a heart this time - I just have an ordinary headache, and it is rare for her to have filial piety." Mrs. Zhang nodded with a smile, didn't say much, just looked at her eldest son.

This stinky boy is actually testing her, but what's the temptation here, whoever plays the role of whomever himself can just do it - why, do you have to spread it out to share the experience of exchanging performances?

really pierced this layer of window paper, is her majestic, fair and impartial image of an elder still gone?

At this time, Zhang Jing said on the side: "Big brother, don't worry too much, I just went to see Zhen Zhen yesterday, through the half-open window, I saw her sitting in the room copying scriptures from a distance, but she was very calm." It's a good thing for a child to have filial piety, so let her go. ”

Zhang Luan was stunned: "......"

Yes, the most daring co-author is not him, but the second brother.

I even told such nonsense that I saw myself with my own eyes!

For this kind of unscrupulous lying, he only wants to say three words - learned.

Zhang Jing's face was calm as usual.

The niece never greeted him when he went out, nor did she leave him a letter—the reason why he was able to seamlessly connect with the army of cover-ups was entirely due to his keen insight and extraordinary self-awareness.

He had to say it to his niece to help him, and he couldn't do such an uninteresting thing.

cough, as for what is good and bad, it is too cold for the family to say this, and he does it purely out of the consideration and tolerance of the elders to the younger ones.

"You should ask someone to send a letter to the Song family as soon as possible, so that Qin Niang can know about this happy event as soon as possible." The old lady pulled the topic back.

Zhang Luan smiled and came down.

In fact, as early as on the way back from Liu's Mansion, he had already instructed Fan Jiu about this.

After all, when it comes to matters related to his daughter-in-law, he never needs to be reminded.

"Whose family are you from in the living room in front of you?" The old lady asked casually.

Zhang Luan answered them one by one.

And Zhang Qiuchi on the side didn't hear about it.

He always felt that Fang Cai's father seemed to have inadvertently slipped his mouth, and the second uncle seemed to know about the second sister......

The boy looked at the old lady with a frail face.

“……”

To put it bluntly, their family should be well aware of the second sister's departure from home now, but no one has ever broken it.

Looking at the family members with smiles on their faces, he inexplicably felt that a group of people were invisibly competing to see whose acting skills were more exquisite......

Is this hypocritical but incomparably close family relationship really real?

The young man was a little dazed.

……

Three days later, it was the wedding feast.

The champion of the new department, Tanhua and Bangyan were the three people wearing red robes, and they took a horse to parade through the streets, and sacrificed in the Confucian Temple, and then went to the banquet to see Tianyan and drink with hundreds of officials.

The sound of the music under the Danqi ceremony is leisurely, and the banquet is elegant and elegant, and the planning is staggered.

And the handsome young champion Lang who stood out everywhere undoubtedly became the focus of attention at the banquet.

Jixiao, the great master standing beside Emperor Zhaofeng, also cast his gaze at this time.

Those eyes that were too deep were unfathomable, and there seemed to be an unknown undercurrent flowing slowly under the eyes.