said that he would arrive in Qiantang in time for the new year, but a heavy snowfall trapped people in Beijing and could not hurry.

At present, in the spring of March in Hangzhou, the carriage slowly came in front of the door of the old house of the Feng family in Qiantang, and the porter hurriedly ran into the door to pass the word, and after a while, Qing'e got out of the car, looking at the simple and familiar door in front of her, and her heart was full of emotion.

She'd been here before, not so long ago.

It was not long ago, that is, last year, but too many things have happened in a year, so that when Qing'e sees this mansion again, it seems that two or three years have passed.

Feng Juncheng followed out of the bowed frame, holding the sleeping Ruru in his arms, Ruru, who was a year older, seemed to twitch a little, leaned his little head against his father's chest, his face was covered so red that he was covered with reflective saliva at the corner of his mouth. It's sleeping beautifully.

He came to Qing'e's side, and a group of brothers and sisters came out of the door, starting with a group of relatives in the big house, followed by a maid boy, and then behind, Mrs. Dong held the slow-moving ancestor, and slowly walked out from the pile of people who gave way to a way.

"Juncheng ......"

"Mother, ancestor. I am back. ”

After half a year, it seems to be half a lifetime apart, the ancestors have aged a lot, and even Mrs. Dong's face is no longer decorated with white miserable hosta powder.

Ru Ru was woken up by the noisy talking, refused to wake up, and threw herself into Feng Juncheng's arms.

The adults in the room had already said this and entered the front hall, Qing'e saw her like this, and wanted to take Ruru from Feng Juncheng's hand, "You and Mrs. and the old ancestor will talk for a while, and I will take Ruru down first." ”

"Qing'e..."Mrs. Dong looked at her at this time, with a soft smile on her face, and came to shake her hand, "Qing'e, I know that Juncheng can show his face in front of His Majesty this time, and you also have a share of the credit." ”

Qing'e was slightly stunned and hurriedly denied it.

She later asked Feng Juncheng what happened in the Holy Capital that day, and Feng Juncheng also told her, and half-jokingly said that Wan Sui Ye was moved by the relationship between the two of them, and Qing'e was not stupid, she knew that it was impossible, but she also heard that Wan Sui Ye did look at Feng Juncheng differently for their marriage.

A person like Feng Juncheng is called benevolence and love for things, but if it is not good, he has no ambition and no quarrel with the world, he can do this official or not, what he wants to do is for the people, not for fame and fortune.

If this kind of person is put one less than one, how can the emperor let him resign.

At this time, Ru Ru woke up and saw that Wu Yang was stunned by many people around her, and hung in Feng Juncheng's arms and cried. After a while, she remembered to herself that this was the home of the eldest master Qiantang, wiped her tears, and looked at everyone.

When Mrs. Dong saw Ruru, she cried much more than when she said goodbye to Master Feng that day, but fortunately, she didn't pick up powder today, otherwise she would have washed off most of it.

"Ruru, my good Ruru. Let grandma see, ouch, I've gained weight, it's so good, like a little lucky doll. ”

Ru Ru was a little stunned when she saw Mrs. Dong, also because she didn't have powder, and she couldn't recognize it, until she looked down and saw her long pointed nails, she knew that this was her grandmother.

"Grandma... Grandma is different today. ”

Mrs. Dong touched her face in a panic, she knew that she was haggard, and she was most afraid that people would see that she was still in front of the public.

Ru Ru said: "Grandma is beautiful, it turns out that grandma is so beautiful." ”

"Whoa." Mrs. Dong burst into tears and laughed, "Okay."

Kid, you can really talk. Grandma misses you to death, Ru Ruxiao obediently goes to Beijing, grandma doesn't miss you for a day. ”

Ru Ru put her little hand on her face and smiled embarrassedly.

"Ruru also misses grandma, huh?" Qing'e straightened the child's messy forehead hair, asked Feng Juncheng to put her on the ground, and told her to go by herself. Feng Juncheng and his relatives and elders still had something to say, so Qing'e led the child and the maid to the furnished room first.

Ruru still remembers this, Qing'e answered her noisy question as she walked, she asked her uncle what she was doing now, Qing'e rubbed her brain, and replied that her uncle was roasting ducks.

Zhao Qi stayed in Shuntian Mansion, just to hide from the enemy he had formed in the south in his early years, and finally settled down and opened a roasted duck shop. His roasted duck shop is known as the old roasted duck in Nanjing, and the boss speaks in a southern tone, so why worry about the light business.

Xiuyun also stayed in Shuntianfu. It's a long story.

At that time, at the beginning of spring, a family of three packed up and dismissed a group of girls and boys, leaving only two to help Zhao Qi take care of the house in Shuntian Mansion.

That day, Zhao Qi sent Qing'e to the carriage, "Qing'e, you take this duck to eat on the road, think about your brother, Qing'e, think about your brother!" ”

Qing'e said yes in a loud voice, took the duck, and sniffed it through the paper bag, "This recipe is to add tangerine peel to charcoal?" ”

Zhao Qi laughed, "Hao Ling's nose is my newly improved recipe." ”

Xiuyun snorted beside her, this recipe was obviously inspired by her eating oranges and throwing the peel into the fire pit.

Qing'e smiled and asked, "Miss Xiuyun, are you really not going back with us?" I want to stay in Suncheonfu to watch the house. ”

Xiuyun pinched the handkerchief and looked to the side, "What will I do when I go back, I have no relatives and no reason, I am more comfortable staying here." She looked at Zhao Qi, "lest some doves occupy the magpie's nest, and really think that this place is his own home." ”

Zhao Qi was not as knowledgeable as her, and reached into the car to touch Ruru's little brain, telling Ruru to miss him too.

Qing'e looked at Xiuyun, her eyes rolled, and she was ordered to be in danger, "You're right, besides, I'm afraid that the nature of the 'some people' is difficult to change, and they have to go out to gamble after making money in business, you are staring at him here, don't ask him to sell things." ”

"You just

Count me down. Zhao Qi was so annoyed, he really reformed himself, besides, with his two hands now, it's okay to lose a duck feather, and don't even think about winning thousands of dollars.

Qing'e left Xiuyun here, not to match anyone, she is a maid born in the family, and she will not serve in the young master's courtyard when she returns to Qiantang, most of them will return to Mrs. Dong, at this age, she will probably spend her whole life in the house.

Like she said, stay in Shuntianfu to be free, not to mention people's thoughts change day by day, now that she has given up the young master, what if she can't let him go one day? Qing'e is not a generous person.

All in all, this trip to Qiantang, except for Wang Banshi's mother and Hongyan, no one came back.

It's like a new beginning.

The two masters of the Qin family have been executed a long time ago, their heads are wrapped in cloth pockets, the city gate has been hung for a month, and the Spring Festival has been spent on the city gate building, and the rest of the Qin family members have also been exiled to the bitter cold land in the north and are never allowed to enter Beijing again.

When it rained lightly on a spring night in Qiantang, Qing'e propped up the window and watched the rain drip down the window.

When Ru Ru first arrived in a strange place, she had to sleep with Qing'e for everything tonight, and Feng Juncheng had to make a bunk on the Luohan bed outside, and Ru Ru was already asleep at this time

Qing'e came out of the inner room and put on a dress for Feng Juncheng, who was sitting in front of the table.

"I'll leave the window open for a while, and the rain sounds good."

Feng Juncheng held the cold hand on his shoulder, pulled her to his side, Qing'e leaned on the table in front of him, blocked half of the candlelight, tilted his head slightly and looked at him, "What are you doing?" Don't read the official document anymore? Lord Feng has to take office after a few days of rest, are you tired? ”

"Tired." Feng Juncheng leaned back in the chair, still holding her hand, "What about you?" Tired or not? ”

Qing'e shook her head and smiled, "I'm not tired, I'm happy, I'm not tired at all." She sniffed and asked tentatively, "I didn't drag you down, did I?" Although the prefect of Hangzhou is the fourth grade, but you came down from the ministry, and you are promoted and degraded, can you still have a chance to go back? ”

Feng Juncheng made her laugh at this cautious appearance, lowered his eyes and only looked at the hands of the two on his knees, rubbing her phalanges with moderate strength, and his fair skin rubbed to reveal a fresh pink.

"I've just been punished, and you want me to go back to the sixth department."

"I'm not!" Qing'e was a little aggrieved, although she did have a little vanity in her heart, but what she was worried about was that he would no longer be able to resign, so she had to waste his life in this unacceptable official position for the sake of a word from the Lord of Long Life.

The position of the prefect is not easy to sit, and he can't see the Son of Heaven when he raises his head, and there are tens of thousands of people below. He took over Qin Peiyi's mess, and he had no clue if he wanted to clean it up.

This is not bad in the eyes of others at all, but it is indeed for him to be punished in this position.

"I can't see you working so hard when you're young." Qing'e pursed the corners of her mouth and took his hand, "I wish you could really resign, it's not that the Qiantang family doesn't have a family business, what kind of career are you not good at?" Even if you take over the family business, you must do better than your cousins. ”

Feng Juncheng just smiled and pressed her soft fingers, "If you come, you will be safe, and I will talk about it when I go to the yamen tomorrow morning." ”

"What do you do by always pinching my hand?"

"Soft. White and red, like steamed pastries. ”

After days of hurrying, the two of them rarely had the opportunity to get tired, Qing'e made him stunned by his sudden words, and his face immediately flushed with ambiguity, but he didn't withdraw his hand, but scratched his leg unconvincedly, and just felt very itchy through the clothes.

Feng Juncheng pulled her over and asked softly, "Ruru is asleep?" ”

Qing'e pursed her lips and bowed, her eyes wet and looked at him.

"So here it is?" He pulled the man to his lap, and the two of them were not talking loudly, but now they were quieter and quieter, like thieves, the sound of clothes was rustling, and the four eyes were snickering.

"It's this table again, and the head is also at this table, and it hurts." Qing'e was afraid of the cold, so she also wore one on her shoulders, and the whole person was stuck in his arms. Her chin rested on his shoulder, no one could see the other, hugging each other tightly.

The clothes she was wearing were about to slip off slowly, and her back was cold and touched the air, making her shiver. Feng Juncheng wanted to bend down to pick it up for her, but she stopped him, she just told him to hug him tighter.

She sat down and put her arm around his shoulders, her body temperature rising.

Feng Juncheng looked at the red pendant hanging from her ear beads, swaying back and forth, crossed his hands and hugged her back tightly, and said in his ear: "After a while, I will make up a wedding ceremony for you." ”

Qing'e's heart trembled slightly, and she hung on him and asked softly, "When will it be a while?" ”

"On a warm day, when the peach blossoms on the mountain are blooming, I will send the ancestor to the mountain to recuperate after the wine, and ask Ruru to follow the ancestor to the mountain to live for a few days, afraid that she will recognize the bed and always pester you to sleep at night."

Qing'e laughed wildly, "You are such a father? ”

Feng Juncheng pushed her away an arm's length and told her to lie on her back against the table, and he followed to bury his head, "It's just a few days, it's not okay when 'Yan'er is newly married'." ”

"Give me more time, I'm going to make a wedding dress to wear......"

"Okay, what more?"

"I want three books, six ceremonies and eight sedan chairs!"

"There must be."

"That's gone." Qing'e shook her head violently, stood up, and came to the head of the spirit, the old straight neck stalk, "No, no, I'll think about it again." ”

Feng Juncheng could only smile, and pressed her with one finger, "There is time to think slowly, now concentrate first." ”！