In the blink of an eye, six years have passed in a flash.

Zheng Qiyuan has changed from a young man to a young man in the wind, and the only thing that has not changed is his tepid and cold personality.

It's really discouraging.

Bai Lian's sixtieth birthday is approaching, and the Zheng Mansion has slowly become busy since a month ago, purchasing decorations and sending invitations.

Although she has been back home for many years, she has hardly left home, never seen outsiders, and is quite mysterious in the rich circle of the capital.

"Miss, you are dressed up so beautifully, do you want to show Zheng Gongzi." In the boudoir in the backyard of the Ministry of Shangshu's Mansion, Zhao Shuyi's maid was joking with her.

"It's a pity that he's a lump of wood," Zhao Shuyi sighed, staring at herself in the mirror in a daze, her temperament is straightforward and lively, although she is not a beautiful type, but her face is slightly round, and she looks very cute, she is famous for her good popularity in the academy, and there are countless princes and nobles who pursue her, and she takes a blind eye to Zheng Qiyuan.

"The slave maid heard that Zheng Gongzi's grandmother is a person he respects, and he also said the same thing in the Zheng Mansion, why don't you give it a try, Miss." Seeing that she looked unhappy, the maid Luluo helped to come up with an idea.

"Does it work?" Zhao Shuyi is still listless, Zheng Qiyuan's cold personality is polite to everyone on the surface, but in fact he doesn't care about anyone.

Over the years, in order to please him, she sent calligraphy, painting and calligraphy notes, and secretly asked him to ride a horse and shoot arrows, and he was all called back by him with the words "discord with courtesy".

"Slave maid, I heard that Miss Wang ordered a very expensive jewelry kit for Mrs. Zheng in Guijinfang, what do you mean by her?"

"What? She's going too? Zhao Shuyi instantly became high-spirited, the two of them in the academy are the most attentive to Zheng Qiyuan, and they have to fight every time they meet, in her opinion, Wang Xiaoru is a two-faced, noble and elegant in front of Zheng Qiyuan, and secretly not jealous.

Bai Lian sent people to regularly inquire about Zheng Qiyuan's movements in the academy, and when she knew that there were so many famous ladies fighting for Zheng Qiyuan, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, could it be that the true dragon qi that he couldn't hide was causing trouble?

Or is it purely confused by beauty?

Anyway, it can't be his family background.

Zheng Qiyuan's embarrassing and unfavored position in the Zheng Mansion is well known throughout Kyoto, whether he can inherit the Hou Mansion in the future is also two words, Cheng'en Hou has been declining, who would have expected that the first generation of the master Zheng Bo relied on real military merits to fight the glory of the second generation of Zheng Ping, Zheng Pingwen is not a martial artist, and he has no chance to go to the court, and he barely relies on his father's Yu En to survive.

If you change someone else, in the circle of either rich or expensive, you probably don't bother to be looked at more.

The birthday has finally arrived.

Bai Lian put on a special red robe, wore a golden rich beaded flower, cleaned up the Lili Suo, and accepted the worship of a group of children and grandchildren accompanied by Mama Zhong.

Zheng Ping Sun sent a jade Buddha, Zheng An Fan collected the long-lost Buddhist scriptures, and Bai Lian took it with a smile.

is decent, or the juniors have new ideas.

Zheng Qiyuan was the first to come to her room to send, the cute little guy who had just faded his flesh performed a set of boxing and sticking techniques, he swore that he would be a general like his grandfather in the future, it was really economical - and pleasing, Bai Lian pinched his face, smiled, and thought that it was to attack him, and he had successfully returned home early.

Zheng Qiliu wrote a congratulatory birthday message with enthusiasm, the language is sincere, the font is beautiful, although he is not as sincere as Zheng Qiliu, but Bai Lian believes that this respect for the fist is there, and it can be regarded as a great relief.

Only Zheng Qiyuan hasn't sent it yet, Bai Lian secretly glanced at him, obviously he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he can be in danger in the face of various occasions, a little curious about what gift he will give?

"Big brother, what do you give to your grandmother?" The brothers grew up next to Bai Lian, and they no longer had the noise of childhood, so Zheng Qiyuan didn't have any other meaning when he asked this sentence.

"I wish my grandmother a long and healthy life," Zheng Qiyuan stepped forward, his tall and loose figure bent down slightly, and took out an iron carved box from his cuffs.

"Qiyuan really has a heart, unlike Qiyuan, who relied on his grandmother's love and was perfunctory." Sun pretended to blame Zheng Qiyuan and praised him.

It is said that the old lady favors Zheng Qiyuan the most, she is in a good mood, except for occasionally taking the opportunity to suppress Zheng Qiyuan, she has no intention of causing harm.

"That's right, compared to people who are just playing fists, Qiyuan is good, the most difficult thing is that we are filial piety, and it took a few months to write a birthday message to my grandmother, and I changed it over and over again, and I was moved to see it." Fan's can't get used to Sun's and is scared every day.

Sun was silent, she was calmer than Fan, looked at the old birthday star in the seat, and was looking at the juniors lovingly at this time.

She is secretly proud, the gift is secondary, and the most important thing is that the old lady's heart is towards her enlightenment, whether she gives it or not, her heart is biased.

"They're all good boys, and I like all of your gifts." Bai Lian smiled and took it from Mama Zhong's hand, "Grandmother, can you open it now?" ”

"Yes." Zheng Qiyuan said.

The box is a simple pattern, which Bai Lian likes, and when she unfastens the lock, it is --- a dagger.

"Bastard, your grandmother gave a sharp weapon on her birthday, it's really unreasonable." Zheng Ping's start is a slap in the face, the fight is fast and unprepared, from his point of view, Zheng Qiyuan is like a dead Wang, that kind of cold look seems to despise everyone, after all, it is still the most difficult hurdle for him, Zheng Qiyuan and him rarely meet, but every time he sees him, he almost gets started.

Touching his hot cheeks, Zheng Qiyuan did not exhale pain or open his mouth to refute, calmly like the person who was beaten was not him.

Zheng Ping was even more angry.

"Do you look a bit like a father?" Bai Lian slapped the armrest of the chair heavily, "The gift from Qiyuan is deeply in my heart, the Chengenhou Mansion was defeated by military merits, and I also met your father by force, a sharp weapon?" Do you feel disdainful? ”

She is also using strong words, Zheng Ping is purely looking for a reason to vent, then she is unreasonable to avenge Zheng Qiyuan.

"Qi Yuan, my good grandson, come to my grandmother," Bai Lian beckoned, grabbed his arm, and he squatted down.

Mama Zhong had already prepared the ointment, Bai Lian picked it and gently applied it to him, the young man's skin was smooth and fair, and the clear five finger prints looked shocking, "Don't worry, it will disappear soon." She looked distressed, and rubbed it for a long time as if she was treating a child, Zheng Ping, Zheng Ping, you are really on the road to death and never look back.

"Grandmother..."A trace of hesitation flashed in Zheng Qiyuan's deep eyes, "Grandmother Xie." He just thanked him.