On the road on the outskirts of the capital.
The blue-robed young man looked at the lofty wall that was faintly visible on the horizon. His eyes couldn't help but light up a little.
"Feng Langjun, it's windy outside. Why don't you rest in the carriage?"
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a small and delicate face. There were a few freckles on her cheeks, but she looked even more cute and lively.
The girl's invitation made the young man in blue fall into a trance, but it quickly turned into awkwardness.
He rejected her, and couldn't help but steer his horse away from her.
Seeing this, the girl snorted and pouted.
"You look like a smart person. Why are you so insensible?"
The young man in blue had good eyes and ears. The sound of the carriage wheels wasn't loud, so he didn't miss the girl's complaint. His expression became even more awkward.
At this time, the young man riding with them came forward and joked in a low voice, "Brother Rongli, you're so boring. The lady is interested in you. But you — the goddess dreams, the king has no heart. The lady is the daughter of a rich merchant in Xun Prefecture. Her father is very rich and her business seems to be quite big. If you marry her, you can spend the rest of your life lying on a mountain of gold and silver. "
The young man in blue glared at him, but his eyes were so good that he couldn't feel any disgust when he glared at him.
"If you like it, go ahead. Don't drag me into it."
His companion laughed. "If I had a face like Brother Rongli's and talent, I would naturally try my luck and see if I could marry into her family and become her son-in-law. Unfortunately, the body that my parents gave me has already been decided. She doesn't like your blockhead. "
The young man in blue sighed helplessly.
Seeing this, he could probably guess who he was.
It was Feng Yi, Feng Rongli, the eldest son of Feng Zhen, who had outstanding achievements in local politics and was transferred back to the capital.
But he was unlucky. He accidentally got separated from his servant and didn't bring much money with him. Fortunately, he met the young man next to him — a Jianghu ranger who said he wanted to go to the ends of the world with his sword and punish evildoers — so he hitched a ride with him.
This ranger companion was a warm-hearted person. His only flaw was his fondness for women. He would never stop fooling around.
However, what made Feng Yi and her companions despair was that all the flowers and plants that were attracted had their eyes on Feng Yi.
No matter how Feng Yi said he was engaged and that he had a fiancée at home, it couldn't stop his luck with women.
The exuberant peach blossoms made Feng Yi tremble.
His companion laughed at him for being timid. How could a man like a man be scared by a woman who came to him voluntarily?
Feng Yi and Feng Yi's Feng Yi?
How could he tell his friends that half a year ago, his fiancée had sent him a letter from home, along with a romance book with a seemingly strange plot — oh, the author was Layman Zaichi, who had been growing more and more girlish these years. The book had a total of more than 30,000 words, and in a concise manner, it told the story of a high-ranking female official who took seven tests to meet her fiancée, and finally got married and entered the bridal chamber.
In layman's terms, this was the woman setting a trap for the man, one trick after another. Feng Yi couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for the male protagonist. What worried him the most was that there was a small note in the letter. Changsheng asked him if he wanted to do the same.
"Feng Yi Feng Yi was worried since he was on his way.
He was afraid that he would meet Miss Bao, the prostitute who sold herself to bury her father, the poor servant girl who was abused by her master … "
Of course, Feng Yi had not met any of these tricks since he had been on the road.
But it didn't mean he was safe.
Especially when the ranger who was with him was a womanizer. Feng Yi was always nervous.
"You're such a boring man."
Feng Yi frowned and said, "A gentleman should be clean."
His companion smiled and said, "Fine, you're a gentleman. I just want to be a playboy."
Feng Yi frowned again, but he didn't say anything.
When they were about to enter the city, Feng Yi declined the goodwill of the rich merchant and his daughter. His heart wanted to fly to the mansion.
"You really refused?" His companion said, "I can see that the father and daughter really appreciate you."
According to the rich merchant, Feng Yi promised to marry his daughter and he prepared a dowry of tens of thousands of coins for his daughter.
Feng Yi was a scholar. He talked well and had an elegant temperament, but he dressed plainly. He didn't come from a good family.
If he married this rich merchant's daughter, he would at least have financial support for his studies and career.
Feng Yi said helplessly, "I already have a fiancée."
His companion was speechless.
He really had a fiancée?
He thought that Feng Yi was just finding an excuse to fool the others.
Today was Feng Yi's first time in the capital. He could only follow the address given by his family.
After asking many people, he finally found the location of the Feng mansion.
His companion asked, "Is your relative working for a rich family?"
When he found Feng Yi, the latter looked calm, but he couldn't hide his embarrassment. When he introduced himself, he only said that his relative was in the capital. He was going to rely on his relative. He thought that Feng Yi's relative was running a small business in the capital. He didn't expect that he was serving a rich family.
While they were talking, Feng Yi saw the plaque of the mansion.
Leading the horse forward, his companion asked, "We'll be beaten if we run directly to their gate, right?"
How could the main gate of a high official's mansion be approached so easily?
Feng Yi said, "It's okay. It's my home."
His companion was speechless.
Coincidentally, a carriage stopped in front of the Feng mansion. The curtain was lifted, and a woman in a blue dress with her hair in a bun came out.
The servant girl held an umbrella for her. The servants all lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at her face.
After a few years, Feng Yi recognized the woman at a glance.
"Changsheng?"
The woman stopped walking up the stairs and turned her head.
"Brother, Brother Rong Li?"
She seemed to want to run over, but as soon as she took a step, she restrained herself. But her eyes were shining with excitement.
Feng Yi also walked forward quickly. He couldn't help but want to hug her, but he suppressed the impulse in the end.
"Changsheng, I'm back."
The two looked at each other for a long time until a young cough broke the ambiguity under the calm surface.
Feng Yi lowered her head and saw a chubby boy with a pink face standing by Changsheng's feet.
"Changsheng, is this your future brother-in-law?"
Changsheng, "???"
Feng Yi thought that this little boy was Feng Jin's youngest son, and his age was suitable.
But Changsheng said, "Not little brother, it's …"
Before she could finish, the little fat boy stretched out his fat paw to Feng Yi and called out softly, "Big Brother!"
Feng Yi, "???"
Changsheng said helplessly, "This is Feng You, your second brother!"
As a punishment for mistaking her brother, Feng Yi could only smile bitterly and carry her heavy brother away. At this time, her companion realized that Feng Yi was the son of a high-ranking official. If he didn't do well outside, he could only come home to inherit his father's family business. He was a standard second-generation official!
With Feng Yi's return, the family's worries were finally lifted.
After the welcoming banquet, Feng Zhen looked at his eldest son, who had finally grown up. His eyes were shining.
Back in the room, he took out an almanac from under his pillow and slowly flipped through it.
"What are you looking for?"
Wan Xiu 'er finished checking the account book and found that her husband was still looking at the almanac.
Feng Zhen said, "Looking at the auspicious date, the time should be set. Tomorrow, go and discuss with Feng Huaiyu. The two families should settle the marriage as soon as possible. If this drags on, Changsheng will have to take up a post outside. When will the two youngsters be able to get married? Oh, I see you're anxious. "
Wan Xiu 'er, "…"
She felt that Feng Zhen was getting more and more muddle-headed as he got older.
"Didn't Her Majesty say that the two children will be betrothed? The auspicious date is naturally decided by the palace. Why are you getting involved? "
There was a clatter.
The almanac in Feng Zhen's hands fell onto his legs. He looked pitiful.
Wan Xiu 'er rolled her eyes and said, "Which wedding isn't prepared a year and a half in advance? If I let you do it, I would have offended the in-laws long ago. "
Feng Zhen, "…"
Wan Xiu 'er took out a booklet from somewhere and threw it to Feng Zhen.
She had already sent people to prepare the important items and valuable items in advance.
Other than holding a booklet and picking a useless auspicious date, what else could Feng Zhen do?
He was unreliable when he was young and still didn't know how to organize his son's wedding.
Feng Yi could grow up to this point without becoming crooked thanks to the protection of his late wife in the underworld.
Her Majesty had secured the betrothal.
His wife, Wan Xiu 'er, had prepared the betrothal gifts.
His son was a handsome groom. He looked dashing in formal attire.
His son had kidnapped a bride since he was young. She was a noblewoman with the highest status in his generation, aside from the two princes.
Feng Zhen had no place to interfere at the wedding banquet.
Time passed quickly. The only thing Feng Zhen could do was drink a few more cups of wine. He was so moved that his eyes were brimming with tears.
As the one marrying off his daughter, Feng Jin looked at Feng Zhen's sobbing face.
He wasn't even that sad about his daughter marrying off. Why was Feng Zhen crying first?
If not for his wife, Wei Jingxian, stopping him, Feng Jin would have argued with Feng Zhen.
What was he crying about?
Was he dissatisfied with his daughter?
Wan Xiu 'er felt embarrassed and said in a low voice, "What are you crying about? You've made a fool of yourself in front of the in-laws and the officials."
Feng Zhen said, "Whenever I think about Rong Li getting married, I feel terrible and suffocated."
Wan Xiu 'er, "???"
"No, I'm saying that Rong Li finally has a family. As his father, I'm happy and moved. Back then, he was just a small ball. " Feng Zhen immediately changed his words. He made a pitiful gesture with his hands and said, "When the midwife carried Rong Li to me, he cried even more weakly than a kitten. At that time, I thought we couldn't keep the child. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed and Rong Li is already married. Who knows, he might even become a father next year. Thinking about this, I have mixed feelings and can't help but want to cry. "
Feng Zhen had a good tolerance for alcohol. Usually, he wouldn't get drunk after a thousand cups. He wouldn't even blush after drinking one or two jars of wine.
But today, for some reason, he couldn't help but feel his eyes ache after only two cups of wine.
It was his son getting married, but he felt like he was marrying off his daughter. That feeling of regret and satisfaction filled his heart.
Thinking about his youngest son coming back after more than ten years, Feng Zhen felt even sadder.
He really needed to suck on his chubby son to catch his breath.
"Where did Feng You go?"
Come, let him suck on some wine.
Comfort his hurt father's heart.
Feng You rejected the offer.
How could his unruly father compare to Prince Yan?
"Does this count as satisfaction?"
Listening to the sounds of the wedding banquet behind her, Jiang Pengji, who was in disguise, couldn't help but sigh.
Wei Ci thought about Feng Zhen's loss of composure and laughed. "Yes, satisfaction."
When a person is happy, the moon is round.
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