C125

There are acacia trees in the main courtyard of the Duke of Huguo. When Feng was a child, he liked to watch the flowers bloom. The color is like rouge. I just think it is the beauty that can't be said. Now many years away from home, the acacia tree is still quiet and gently moving in the wind, but this season has passed, and she looks at the yellowish leaves in a trance.

Old lady Feng saw her daughter leaning on the beauty, her eyes fell on the flowers and trees since she was a child. She did not know that she was thinking of the past.

She lovingly patted her daughter on the back of her hand: "it scared you just now."

Feng's lips closed and smiling at the old man. There was a sense of surprise and bitterness in his smile: "my father has never been happy to disobey him. It's also my fault. I have to let my daughter protect him."

The old man was heartbroken when he heard it. He thought of what was smiling. He whispered to his daughter, "in fact, your father will not be embarrassed by Yaoyao. Yaoyao is very good."

Feng didn't know what to say. He looked at the old man in doubt.

The mother and daughter have not seen each other for nearly ten years. Her lovely daughter has passed the age of being ignorant of the world, and her face has been left with some traces by the years. Old Mrs. Feng looked more distressed, slowly will never say the words with people.

"Your father has been indifferent to your mother and daughter all these years, but he always tears secretly at night."

As soon as the old man spoke, Feng opened his mouth in surprise.

Will her father, who has been strong all his life, cry?

Old lady Feng knew she would not believe it. She took her hand and said with a smile, "I couldn't believe it at first. He was so strong and stubborn as a cow. How could he cry secretly?"

"But he just cried. He thought I was asleep, but I was awake. I didn't know how many times he cried in these years. Cry to sleep, mouth is you and my name, if he does not ask, where will know granddaughter's nickname. It's just a cold face all day long. "

In Feng's more and more surprised expression, the old man said: "and your brothers and sisters are always complaining about his romantic, left concubine right concubine, think I always suffer from dark losses. But have you ever thought about it? No matter how many concubines he has, he never dies soon after he has a child. He can't stay long for all kinds of reasons. "

"Besides, he never sleeps in my concubine's room. Those are just toys for him. He just wants to open branches and scatter leaves. It's enough for me to have a son and a daughter. Your father has experienced the calculation of his own brother, and he doesn't want more legitimate sons, but the blood of a legitimate son is too thin. "

"A century old family still depends on blood. This dynasty has always been a clear-cut, those commoners were born to help your brother, they can only rely on your brother, in this family will have a place. Your father is planning for your brother and the family, but he won't talk to you either

"So don't blame your father." Mrs. Feng sighed at the end of the speech, "he has the same temper as an ox and a donkey, and he himself is suffocating to death all day."

Feng has never thought about these things. At this moment, she admired her mother very much, and she was able to hide these things from her children. Maybe this is the performance of loving her father with all her heart.

Feng thought, it was a little bit of food, rare to show a little girl's state, nest in her mother's arms, pestering her to comb his hair.

***

before sunset, Xiuying and his entourage bid farewell to the people of the Duke of the state. Feng Yu's husband and wife and her two legitimate cousins were sent to the door. Feng xiuhao touched Xiuying's small head before getting on the bus, and then put a brand-new paper kite into her hand, on which were painted beautiful ladies like fairies.

Feng xiuhao said: "my cousin made it specially for you. Next time you come to the house and take it with you. My cousin will take you to put Zhiyuan."

The smile was very gentle.

Xiuying nodded her head and said thanks softly. Then she turned and got into the carriage. Zhou Zhen and Zhou Jiayu, several people in the dynasty, turned over, mounted the horse guard and left together at the side of the car. This family reunion was a successful ending, which let Feng put down his last worry.

Xiuying was drowsy on the carriage with the exquisite Zhiyuan. Feng Shi looked at the Zhiyuan with a smile and held her daughter in her arms.

Feng Yuzhen was planning everything for their mother and daughter. He actually wanted to have her eldest son marry her daughter. As soon as her daughter got married, she would be a first-class official. But the daughter is really too young, only eight years old, where can delay Feng xiuhao. What's more, her daughter is so young that she can't understand these things. If she can't get along with Feng xiuhao, how about her feelings?

Feng gently touched her daughter's hair, and felt that the elder brother's proposal to have another marriage should be carefully considered. After all, Feng xiuhao is 16 years old. If you wait for Xiuying for another six years, how old will it be? Other people's families will have a father of two children.

Xiuying, who is in a dream, doesn't know that her uncle has a plan. The big cousin of Zhiyuan in her hand is also very meaningful. In her sleep, she is another boy with two phoenix eyes. He stands under the clear blue sky, he smiles to himself gently, the wind raises his clothes, Jun Jun Jun comes out of the dust, looks like the nine heaven immortal.

Third uncle... The little girl murmured in the woman's arms and stretched out her hand to catch something.

Feng Shi didn't hear her clearly. She just held her little hand in the palm of her hand and looked down to see her smile of contentment and joy.This kid, what did you dream about.

Back in Wu'an, Xiuying wakes up on Zhou Jiayu's back. When she opens her eyes, she finds that she is about to enter the main courtyard. She rubbed her eyes and yelled, "brother, I wake up. Let me down."

She's heavy.

Zhou Jiayu is carrying happily, where can answer, natural is all the way back her into the room just put her in the chair.

Xiuying has just woken up with a blush on her face. She is as lovely as a persimmon on a branch. She wants to be bitten. So he couldn't help but reach out to pinch her face.

Zhou Zhen turned his head and saw that his son's hands were itching again. He took a step forward and patted it off.

With a slap, the back of Zhou Jiayu's hand was red. Xiuying looked at her father's eyes, and chuckled. Seeing Zhou Jiayu's pathetic appearance, she took up his hand and put it on her face.

"Brother, don't pinch it. It hurts."

It was rare for her to pretend to be so innocent that she despised it in her heart. Zhou Jiayu is really in love with her, just like to pinch her face is not very good, let him paste a paste it does not matter.

The young man's bitter expression immediately turned into a brilliant smile, which made Zhou Zhen scan him coldly. He picked up his daughter and let him sit on his knee.

Feng ordered the girl to clean her hands in the water. When she turned back, she saw that her father and son were fighting with each other, and they were puzzled. After finishing, Zhou Zhen took the cheese from the girl and fed it to her daughter.

Xiuying's whole process is red faced. She'd better grow up quickly.

After sitting in the room for a while, they were ready to greet Mrs. Zhou. They didn't want to find Zhou Jiayu's steward to the main courtyard, and his face was very bad.

Zhou Jiayu recognized him. It was the little head who was in charge of the embroidering room and making clothes in the mansion. He gave the other party a few pieces of mink yesterday to make a cloak for his sister.

Looking at the steward's trembling look, he thought of something bad. He pressed his brow down and asked, "isn't there something wrong with what I gave you?"