The maidservant standing in front of the door saluted, and her soft and delicate voice was stacked: "Xiao Langjun." ”

The old voice came from the room with joy: "But Sen'er? ”

Zhang Yusen motioned to the maidservant who pushed the door to stand aside, and he gently pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, and Mrs. Zhang was leaning on the edge of the bed, her beard and silver hair were messy, her eye sockets were deep-set, her eyes were black, her tall body was thin, and she was lying under a thick quilt, like a war horse with dull coat and old age, no longer the heroic appearance of the past.

Such a Weng made Zhang Yusen's eyes sour.

He forced a smile: "Ah Weng is fine." ”

Old lady Zhang stretched out her skinny hand and motioned for Zhang Yusen to come over: "Sen'er." ”

Zhang Yusen stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

Mrs. Zhang's cloudy eyes were full of love: "What did you learn in the school today?" ”

Ah Weng is the person Zhang Yusen can't bear to deceive, although he knows that he will be blamed for telling the truth, he still told everything he did where he did today, and he didn't hide the cockfight.

Then, with his head down, he waited for Awen's reproach.

Old lady Zhang's rough fingertips rubbed the back of Zhang Yusen's hand, silent.

Zhang Yusen raised his head in confusion, only to see Ah Weng looking out of the window in confusion.

"Ah Weng, it's all my fault, I've let you down." Zhang Yusen looked ashamed.

Mrs. Zhang looked back and smiled: "If you know your mistakes, you can change them, you can study hard in the future, and I won't test your scriptures today." After a pause, he said, "Let me ask you, do you like Jing Niang?" ”

Before the breath in Zhang Yusen's mouth could be exhaled, he swallowed it back because of Mrs. Zhang's question.

Mrs. Zhang has always been straightforward, distinguishing between right and wrong, and she doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with her words.

"Why did Aung ask that?" Hu Dajing's appearance unconsciously appeared in front of him.

"You and Jing Niang have been married since childhood, Jing Niang is now thirteen years old, you are fifteen, most of the laws stipulate that men are eighteen and women can be fifteen to get married, and in two or three years, you have also reached the age of talking about marriage, and marriage is different from child's play."

Zhang Yusen said: "But what did my father say? ”

"Your father's worries are always for your good, Jing Niang will be disabled in the future, and our family will not look good."

Zhang Yusen understood.

Since Hu Dajing was hit by a stone, people in the state have been talking for a while.

The Hu family was originally a family of businessmen, and the reason why Hu Dajing was able to marry Zhang Yusen was that Hu Dajing's mother Tang Qing had saved the life of Mrs. Zhang.

It was a spring of warblers singing and dancing, and the apricot blossoms on the branches were blooming, and Mrs. Zhang remembered it very clearly.

He took people to Hufu to thank him, and when he saw the little Jingniang babbling in his mouth, he was overjoyed and hugged him in his arms, and couldn't put it down.

Xiao Jingniang also expressed her love for him, reached out and pulled off a handful of his beautiful beard that he had carefully kept for many years, clenched her beard with her small fists, only felt funny, and didn't know what she had done, giggling and looking at the old lady Zhang who frowned.

Mrs. Tang rolled up her sleeves and wanted to beat Xiao Jingniang, but Mrs. Zhang gently stopped her.

On that day, Hu Dajing and Zhang Yusen, who were originally unable to beat each other, were tied together by a marriage letter.

"Ah Weng has the idea of getting out of the marriage?"

The intention in his heart was said, and Mrs. Zhang was a little panicked.

The marriage was set by him, and now he is the one who wants to withdraw from the marriage, so he feels a little guilty.

"Yes." Mrs. Zhang nodded.

He felt that he couldn't stay up long, and for the sake of his beloved grandson, he was willing to be this wicked person who went back on his word.

"But what do you think of Ah Niang and Father?"

"It's none of their business." Mrs. Zhang said fairly, "Your father only mentioned a few words, it was my own idea, what do you think?" ”

Hu Yusen bowed his head and was silent.

He and Jing Niang have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, both good and bad things have been done together, and he has always known that if nothing else, Jing Niang will become his wife.

The pampered Hu Yusen doesn't know what it's like to lose, and unimportant things are dispensable.

"It's up to Aung and his father to decide."

Mrs. Zhang gently patted the back of his hand.

……

After taking a bath, Hu Dajing lay on the bed refreshed, remembering the scene when he said "study hard", Hu Yufei's smiling flowers and branches trembled, and the water in the jade pool also trembled.

Why don't you believe her? She's serious.

How to say that she was also killed from thousands of troops and horses back then, all the way through five levels and six generals, twelve years of hard study, not counting kindergarten, she survived.

Here, she can get through it.

Just to become a boudoir teacher, not to take the Jinshi exam?

It seems hard, but it's not hard.

"Dizhu, Mr. Feihua and Mr. Liushu, are they famous?" Hu Dajing sat up and asked.

"Of course." Drop beads and cut off the wick. "The two of them are very knowledgeable, and many of them have traveled thousands of miles to study here."

Most of the most indispensable is the school, whether it is official or private, it can attract so many people to study here, which means that it is a famous teacher.

"That's amazing." Hu Dajing said, "Then do you know where they came from?" ”

Dizhu put down the scissors, stretched out her fingers and shook her head to calculate, and then shook her head and said, "I just remember that I have been here for a long time, little lady, what are you doing with these?" ”

"I'm going to study, and I want to know the mentor who taught me in advance."

Hu Dajing lay down again.

Dizhu wanted to open her mouth to dissuade her, but finally thought about it, it was okay, once the little lady made a decision, ten cows would not be able to pull it back, so it would not be in vain.

……

The lights of Tianfuyuan have not been extinguished, the eldest lady is copying the Heart Sutra, and Mother Qing is waiting.

Seeing that the eldest lady had already finished copying a chapter, Qing's mother said worriedly: "Mastermother, let's copy it again tomorrow, it's late at night, be careful and your eyes are tired." ”

"It doesn't matter." The eldest lady said, and picked up the pen again.

There was a sound of talking in the courtyard.

The eldest lady was a little irritable: "Who is making noise outside?" ”

Copying the Heart Sutra, it is the word "quiet".

Qing's mother lifted the curtain and saw someone coming: "Auntie." Then, surprised and delighted: "Mastermother, the eldest mother is here." ”

The eldest lady's hand shook, one was unstable, and this page was copied in vain.

At this time, I don't care if my heart is still or not.

Hu Yufei walked in and saluted: "A-Niang is fine." ”

Seeing her daughter, who had not been masked for more than ten days, the eldest lady hugged Hu Yufei and said distressedly: "My son, these days you have made my mother so worried." ”

Hu Yufei's tears were like beads with broken threads: "I also know I'm sorry for A-Niang for doing this, but I just can't help it!" ”

"A-Niang understands."

Her daughter has been weak since she was a child, and if she suffers any grievances, she will only lock herself up.

The mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried, but they gave up only after Qing's mother continued to dissuade them.

"A-Niang, I'm here today for Mr. Feihua's business."

The eldest lady wiped away the tears on Hu Yufei's face in distress: "I know." ”

Mother, know everything.