Chapter 201: A One-Year Covenant
"Got it done?" Zhang Xin asked.
Fang Yi crossed his hands on his hips, and his brows were directly tied into a dead knot, "Don't mention it, I'm almost angry with me, I don't care, I tied up Yang Erniang's little madman, and sent it to Yang's mansion later, it's a big deal, I will personally make amends to Uncle Yang Guo, if you want to kill or scrape, whatever your mother wants." ”
Speaking of this, he glanced at Zhang Xin again, he just walked over, and at a glance he saw the eldest lady of the Yang family standing under the weeping willow tree, "That one, do you want to pack it too, I will send it to the Yang Mansion together, anyway, one is a gift, and two are also a gift, so as not to cause trouble for you, I will simply bear it all." ”
Zhang Xin shook his head, "Don't come nonsense, she is innocent." ”
As soon as he heard this, Fang Yi smacked his mouth and snorted twice, "Seventh brother, you won't be soft-hearted, since you have all slept in the same bed, it is better to ......"
"Shut up for me, keep your mouth shut."
Zhang Xin scolded and interrupted Fang Yi's words, "I'll use the carriage to send Mrs. Yang back to Yang's mansion first, and then you will send Mrs. Yang back." After a pause, he said: "Don't worry, as long as Mrs. Yang is in the Yang Mansion, when she shows up, it will be Yang Erniang who will be at fault." ”
"Originally, she was at a loss, and she broke into my general's mansion for no reason, what is that sentence called, we are sitting at home, and disaster falls from the sky."
As soon as Zhang Xin saw Fang Yi's arrogant appearance, he knew that he was talking about things and didn't think too much, so he reminded: "Ah Yi, you are three years older than Yang Erniang and three years younger than Yang Erniang, and you are all within the age range of marriage." ”
As soon as these words came out, Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, his handsome face was a little distorted, and after a moment, he scolded his mother, "Seventh brother, don't scare me, okay?" ”
But the more you think about it, the more likely it becomes.
When he returned to Luojing, Aya gave him the first task, which was to make friends with the Yang family and surrender to the Empress Dowager Yang......
Fang Yi only felt cold sweat all over his body, and he was so anxious that he went back and forth.
Seeing that it was almost over, Zhang Xin accepted it when he saw it, "Don't worry too much, the Yang family has always wanted to marry the Gaomen clan." ”
"Yes, yes, yes......"
Fang Yi hurriedly agreed, and then glared at Zhang Xin angrily, "You didn't say it earlier." Subconsciously threw a punch at Zhang Xin's shoulder, but he looked at Zhang Xin with a smile but not a smile, but he actually took it back.
With a snap, his hands clenched into fists.
Hippie smiled and said: "Mistaken, why hasn't the carriage come over yet, seventh brother, I'll help you take a look and help you urge." After saying that, he pulled his legs and left.
"Stop." Zhang Xin shouted and walked in front of Fang Yi, "Remember, don't kill anyone, in addition, quietly send Yang Erniang and those servants back to the Yang Mansion, try not to make a big fuss, cover up the past if you can." ”
"I'm not going to cover up for that little madman." Fang Yi blurted out.
"Not just to help him, but also to you and me."
Zhang Xin remembered Fang Yi's flamboyant temperament, so he had to say: "Although the Yang family has always liked to marry the Gaomen clan, a hussar general with 30,000 cavalry in Dingxiang County is still very valuable for the one in the palace." ”
"Okay, I'll just listen to you." Fang Yi is not a brainless person, but he just doesn't like to use his brain to deal with these complex entanglements of interests.
In his eyes, what can be solved with a knife, it can be solved with a knife.
What can't be solved with a knife is better solved with a knife.
Not long after Fang Yi left, he heard a knock on the door, Zhang Xin opened the back door, and saw Fang Ji leading a carriage waiting outside the door, "Zhang Jialangjun, this is the carriage you want." ”
"Well," Zhang Xin hurriedly opened the side door again and took the reins from Fang Halberd's hand, "You wait here." ”
Pulling the carriage in through the side door, he rushed to the willow tree, "No one else, you get into the carriage, and I will send you back to Yang's mansion." ”
Yang Zhaorong answered, stepped on the stool and quickly got into the carriage.
The curtain of the car shook slightly, hiding the figure.
At this moment, it was already dawn, Zhang Xin put away the stool, led the horse out of the door, returned the door key to Fang Ji, said a few words, got into the carriage, and drove the carriage to Yang's mansion.
There were still very few pedestrians on the street, and it took about a quarter of an hour or so to enter the Jingxing where Uncle Guo's Mansion was located, avoiding the front door of Tonghu Street, and planning to enter the house from the back door on the right.
Listening to Yang Zhaorong, the back door on the right side is the closest to the Yaochi Garden where he lives.
Of course, Zhang Xin didn't plan to let the carriage into the house.
Far away, around the corner, he stopped the carriage, "Big lady, it's here, you can get off." ”
For a while, there was no movement, Zhang Xin was thinking about raising his voice and saying it a second time, but he saw a pair of jade white hands lift the curtain, and then, a slender figure came out.
"Thank you." Yang Zhaorong said, looking up at Zhang Xin's gaze, like a frightened deer in the forest, and hurriedly dodging.
Zhang Xin was probably used to Yang Zhaorong's timidity and shyness, and was afraid of startling her, so he simply didn't look at her, and pointed to the closed back door, "You go directly, I'm watching here, and when you enter the house smoothly, I'll leave." ”
Yang Zhaorong slowly got out of the carriage, his movements were very slow, so slow that Zhang Xin felt that it had been a long time.
I don't know that at this moment, in Yang Zhaorong's heart, it is the real life like a year, and it is accompanied by turbulent waves.
Zhang ...... Zhang Qilangjun, I want to ask for a favor, that is, the favor of saving Sixteen Niang. ”
Hearing this, Zhang Xin's face was full of surprise, and when he looked at Yang Zhaorong, Yang Zhaorong quickly looked away, so he said, "Okay, what do you want me to do?" ”
"My son hopes to marry Lang Jun as a wife."
It was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shocked, and even stunned.
Zhang Xin almost puffed out his eyes, looked at the girl in front of him, and still couldn't believe it, "Do you know, what are you talking about?" ”
"Know,"
The voice was a little hoarse, Yang Zhaorong leaned on the tall and lush locust tree around the corner, and didn't dare to look at Zhang Xin, "My son has always been happy with Langjun, if I can ...... it"
"I can't say yes." Zhang Xin almost didn't think much about it and refused directly.
Yang Zhaorong's face was red and dripping blood, and his hand holding the main pole of the locust tree trembled slightly, "It's delusional...... That favor should not be there. He left in a hurry as if he had fled.
"That favor has always been there." Zhang Xin looked at the slender figure, as if he could fall down at any time, and couldn't help chasing out two steps, and said this involuntarily.
Yang Zhaorong, who was in front of him, suddenly stopped his steps.
Turning around, a hint of joy appeared on his crimson cheeks.
Zhang Xin was full of chagrin, but there was an inexplicable emotion rolling, "I will definitely return the favor I promised." ”
A gentleman is trustworthy, and a promise is gold.
"But we don't fit, you ask for another one." Zhang Xin avoided Yang Zhaorong's gaze.
Yang Zhaorong shook his head, "There is only one request." ”
His expression was firm and his eyes were shining.
The clouds on the horizon were blushing, but it seemed that they had exhausted their courage for a lifetime, and they were so radiant that they were as bright as stars, so that people had to be moved by it, and people could not refuse ruthlessly, "One year, one year later, if you are not married, I am not married, then I will marry you." ”
Princess A-Niang Tuoxue looked for a wife candidate for him in Qindi.
He knows.
A year later, he should have been married.