MTL - The Empress’ Livestream-Chapter 1856 Fanwai: Feng Zhen (This Life)

Chapter 1856 Fanfan: Feng Zhen (This Life)

On the outskirts of Beijing, above the official road.

The young man in the blue shirt rode on the horse and looked at the towering high walls looming from the distant horizon. His eyes could not help but light up.

"Feng Langjun, at this moment the wind is strong outside, may wish to rest in the carriage."

The carriage curtain not far from the side lifted, revealing a small and exquisite face with a few freckles on the cheek, but it was more cute and lively.

The young girl's invitation gave the blue-skinned youth a look of embarrassment, and it quickly became awkward again.

He politely declined, and could not help but steer away from the horse.

Seeing this, the girl hummed, her mouth narrowed.

"Looking at a smart person, why are you so uninteresting?"

The blue shirt youth has good ears and eyes, and the car cymbal sound is not very loud. Naturally, the girl's complaint is not missed, and her expression is even more awkward.

At this time, the fellow youth came forward on horseback and whispered in a low joke, "Brother Rongli is really so boring. The big lady is interesting to you. You are good-the goddess has a dream, and the king Xiang has no intention-the big lady is The daughter of a wealthy businessman in Luzhou, his father is entangled in the waist, and the business seems to be quite big. If you marry her, you won't have to say anything else, you can lie on the Jinshan Yinshan for the rest of your life-- "

The young man in the blue shirt glared angrily, but his eyes were so good that he could not get the slightest disgust when he stared at them.

"You like you to provoke me. Don't get me involved."

The companion laughed, "If I have the face of Brother Rongli and are so talented, I will come to the door to try my luck and see if I can be a superfluous person. Unfortunately, the skin bag given by my parents has already been fixed, and others will not look at it Brother Elm's head. "

The blue shirt youth sighed helplessly.

Seeing this, you can probably guess who he is.

It was precisely the local government with outstanding political achievements that he transferred to Fengyi, Fengrongli, the eldest son of Fengzhen's family.

It was just that his luck was not very good. He was accidentally separated from his servants on the road, and he did n’t carry much on his body. Fortunately, he met the young fellow who was by his side—a river and lake ranger who said he would fight against the sword and punish evil. The other party took a ride.

This ranger companion is enthusiastic, but the only flaw is his preference for color, which is endless.

However, what made Feng Yi and her companions desperate was that the flowers and flowers attracted finally focused on Feng Yi.

No matter how Feng Yi said that she had a marriage contract and a fiancee at home, she still couldn't stop this peach blossom.

The flourishing peach blossom made Feng Yi tremble a little.

The companion laughed at his timidity. A big man can scare some women who take the initiative to come home?

Feng Yi could only smile bitterly, "What do you know?"

How can he tell his companions that his fiancee mailed him a home letter six months ago, and brought with him a seemingly bizarre romance storybook—Oh, the author of the novel is still a young girl with a strong heart in these years—this novel has a total of In more than 30,000 words, a simple brushstroke tells the story of a senior official girl Qiu Kao Lang, and in the end they are all happy to marry and enter the cave room—

To put it more succinctly, this is the way the woman puts on the man, one by one, and Feng Yi can't help but sweat the man. What worries him most is that there is a small note in the family book. Changsheng asks him if he wants to come out like this.

With such a word, Feng Yi was worried from the start.

I was afraid that I would meet the inn-stop service lady of the inn, the street seller who buried her father, Baihua, and the poor girl who was abused by her host ...

Of course, Feng Yi has been in such a long journey, and none of these routines have been encountered.

But not meeting him doesn't mean he is safe.

Especially when the rangers of the same company were particularly fond of flowers and grass, Feng Yi always tightened her nerves.

"Well, you guys are weird."

Feng Yi twisted her eyebrows, "A gentleman should be clean and good."

The companion laughed, "Xing Xing Xing, you are a gentleman, I just want to be a prodigal son."

Feng Yi frowned again, but said nothing.

When she was about to enter the city, Feng Yi declined the goodwill of the wealthy merchants and the daughters of the wealthy merchants, and could not wait to fly to the house.

"Do you really refuse?" Companion said, "I can see that the father and daughter really appreciate you."

After listening to the content disclosed by the rich merchants a few days ago, Fengyi promised to marry his daughter, and he prepared a million dowry for his daughter.

Feng Yi is a scholar who speaks well and is elegant, but she is a little plain and should not be of good origin.

If you marry the daughter of a wealthy businessman, you will have the least financial support whether you are studying or joining the government in the future.

Fengyi said helplessly, "there is already a fiancee at home."

companion:"???"

Is there a fiancee?

He thought Feng Yi had just made excuses to fool others.

Carefully speaking, today is the first time Fengyi has entered Beijing. He can only find the address given at home.

I asked many people to find the location of Fengfu.

The companion asked, "The relatives you work with do things at large households?"

When he picked up Feng Yi, the latter saw that the ritual was not in disorder, but it was difficult to hide the embarrassment. The self-reported family only said that his relatives were in Beijing, and he was going to rely on relatives. I thought that Fengyi's relatives were doing small business in Beijing. I didn't expect to be serving large families.

The effort of speaking, Feng Yi has already seen the plaque of the mansion.

Holding Jun right away, the companion asked him again, "Let's run right in front of the door of the house-will we be beaten?"

Where can the main entrance of the senior official's residence be approached at will?

Feng Yi said, "Anyway, my home."

companion:"???"

Coincidentally, a horse-drawn carriage was parked in front of Fengfu's door, and the curtain opened, and a woman in a blue tutu skirt and an unmarried bun was combed.

The girl-in-law held her an umbrella, and the people lowered their heads, afraid to look at her face.

After a few years, Feng Yi recognized the woman at a glance.

"Longevity?"

The woman stepped on the steps and turned to look over.

"Brother Rong, Rongli?"

She seemed to want to run over, but she couldn't hold back just as she stepped forward, but her eyes flashed with excitement.

Feng Yi also took three steps and made two steps forward, unable to restrain her from holding her, and finally restrained the impulse.

"Longevity, I'm back."

They stared at each other for a long time, until a tender cough broke the ambiguous surging under the calm surface.

Feng Yi bowed her head, and saw Changsheng's feet standing at the feet of a chubby boy.

"Longevity, is this future little sister-in-law?"

Longevity: "?????"

Feng Yi thought that this little boy was Feng Jin's younger son, and his age was consistent.

Changsheng said, "Not younger, yes--"

Before he finished speaking, I saw the little fat Duner holding out his fat claws toward Feng Yi, and soft waxy called out, "Brother!"

Fengyi: "???"

Longevity said, "This is Fengyou, your second brother!"

As a punishment for confessing the wrong brother, Feng Yi could only smile with a bitter smile and hug the younger brother who was not light. At this time, the ranger companions knew that Feng Yi was actually the son of a senior official—who could n’t mix well outside and had to go home to inherit Lao Tzu ’s family business—the standard second-generation official!

Feng Yi returned, the family's hanging heart can be regarded as landing.

After eating the feast, Feng Zhen looked at the elder son who finally thrived with relief, his eyes shining a little.

Back in the room, he found a yellow calendar under the pillow and flipped it on with the light on.

"What to look for?"

Wan Xiuer checked his account book and found that her husband was still looking at the yellow calendar.

Feng Zhendao, "It ’s time to set the date for Zodiac. Minger will go to Feng Huaiyu to discuss it, and the two will get the marriage done as soon as possible. If it drags on, the longevity child will go to office again, two young men When will it happen? Well, I look anxiously. "

Wan Xiu'er: "..."

She felt that Fengzhen's goods became more confused as they got older.

"Your Majesty didn't say he wanted to marry two children? Zodiac is naturally given in the palace. What do you mix with?"

Slammed.

The yellow calendar in Fengzhen's hands fell on his cross-legged legs, a pitiful look that he was careful to break his liver.

Wan Xiu'er rolled his eyes and said, "Which wedding was not prepared a year and a half in advance? I really asked you to do it, and I've already offended my in-laws."

Fengzhen: "..."

Wan Xiu'er did not know where to draw a booklet and threw it to Fengzhen.

The large items and valuables that should be prepared in advance, she sent someone early to get them done.

What can Fengzhen do besides holding a booklet to pick a Zodiac day without eggs?

It was unreliable when he was young, and it was still a mess to have a wedding for his son.

Feng Yi was able to grow safely and steadily to this day, and it is still not crooked. This is absolutely grateful to the deceased lady for shelter in the grave.

Marriage, Your Majesty has made a round.

The marriage gift was done by his wife Wan Xiuer.

The groom, his son was so smart, put on a gown that called a Yushu Linfeng.

The bride and son abducted one when they were young. This is the only daughter of her generation who has the highest status except for her two highness.

Wedding banquet, Feng Zhen did not have room to intervene.

As time passed, Feng Zhen's only thing he could do was drink two more glasses of wine, and moved his tears.

Feng Jin, as the party to marry his daughter, looked at Feng Zhenxi, his face was especially gloomy.

He didn't feel bad when he married his daughter. Why did Feng Zhen cry first?

If it weren't for his wife Wei Jingxian who stopped him, Feng Jin would like to find Feng Zhen to make a good theory.

Why cry?

Is this dissatisfied with his daughter?

Wan Xiu'er felt embarrassed, and whispered, "What are you crying for, let your in-laws and fellow officials see the joke."

Feng Zhendao, "When I think of Rong Li getting married, I feel uncomfortable and anxious."

Wan Xiu'er: "?????"

"No, I mean that Rong Li finally settled down, and my old father felt relieved and sighed. At that time-he was so small as a group." Feng Zhen immediately changed his mind, and poor Baba made a comparison of how small a small group was, feeling. "When Rong Li was held by my midwife in my hands, she wept even weaker than the cat. At that time, she thought that the child would not be able to keep it—in a blink of an eye, twenty years later, Rong Li was married. Maybe In the coming year, he can be a father, thinking about it, and feeling mixed for his husband, he cannot help but want to cry-- "

Fengzhen has a good amount of wine. He usually doesn't say that he doesn't get drunk with a thousand glasses.

Today, I don't know why, after just drinking two glasses of wine, I can't help sour.

Obviously his son was married and married, but he had the illusion of marrying his daughter, and the kind of regretful but successful contradiction filled the heart.

Feng Zhen was even more saddened at the thought of his younger son coming back ten years later.

He needed to take a sigh of relief from his chubby son.

"Where did Fengyou go?"

Come and give him a suck.

Comfort the heart of the injured old father.

In this regard, Feng You refused.

Where is the old father who does not care about His Highness?

"Can it be considered satisfactory?"

Listening to the staggering movements behind the wedding banquet, Jiang Yanji in disguise couldn't help feeling.

Wei Ci thought about Feng Zhen's dysfunction, and laughed, "Well, it's done."

People are full, but there are countless victories.

(End of this chapter)