Of course, Jia Cong would not say that he guessed it from the annotation of "Good Song" on the wall.

He just smiled and said: "Aunt Feng."

"When Uncle Zhen was in Daru Prefecture, didn't he become a monk with a lame Taoist priest?"

"I just saw the pair of Taoists on the street. Although their hair was unkempt, their faces were pale."

"There is a vague shadow of Miss Zhen..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and Feng didn't have any doubt in his heart.

How could she forget that Zhen Shiyin became a monk with a lame Taoist?

At this time.

Feng didn't care about that much anymore and stumbled towards the east wing!

"Yinglian!"

"Yinglian!"

"Your father is back!"

Yinglian already knew that Jia Cong and Qi Youlu had arrived, but it was not convenient for them to come out to meet them.

Just sitting in my boudoir.

After hearing what my mother said, I quickly opened the door.

Urgently asked: "Mom, where is daddy?"

Mr. Feng burst into tears.

Holding Yinglian in her arms, she cried: "The Taoist in ragged clothes sitting opposite the door these days is your father!"

Yinglian felt a sudden pain in her heart!

I couldn't help but burst into tears: "Mom, where is daddy now?"

Since the Lantern Festival that year.

She never saw the father who loved her like jewels again.

How can you hold back your tears when you suddenly hear news about your father?

When Jia Cong saw her mother and daughter, they burst into tears.

It’s hard to persuade, let alone sit for long periods of time.

He quickly went up to Qi Youlu to say goodbye.

Then reminded: "Aunt Feng, Miss Zhen, remember to keep that Taoist person tomorrow..."

"If possible, I would like to meet him."

He is not only curious about the police fantasy fairy, but also extremely curious about Master Mang Mang and Master Miao Miao.

Zhen Shiyin returns to the mortal world again.

Could it be that the guidance of the real person Miao Miao came from the imaginary lame Taoist?

On the way back to Prince Yoshitaka.

Qi Youlu asked: "Brother Cong, are you sure that Taoist is Uncle Zhen?"

Jia Cong sighed thoughtfully.

"There is not even 100%, but there is also 80%."

Not everyone knows the song "Good Song" and its annotations.

But even Jia Cong didn't expect it at this time.

For several days, the ragged Taoist did not appear again.

Even Jia Cong dispersed the twenty-four solar terms and searched all Taoist temples and ruined temples in Shenjing, but there was no trace of Zhen Shiyin.

It's like what you saw that day was just a mirror.

Xue Pan stayed until the morning of the second day of March.

I was escorted by Liu Xianglian, changing horses and people all the way, and rushed back to Shenjing from the south of the Yangtze River.

As for the dowry purchased by Xue Pan, it was escorted back by water by other bodyguards from the Qilin Bodyguard Bureau.

Today is already the time for Yinglian to give her wedding dowry.

Feng's body has nothing to offer.

After coming to China from Daru Prefecture, Xue Pan provided everything he needed for his residence.

Therefore, even if the Feng family kept none of the betrothal gifts sent by Xue Pan, they would all be used as dowry.

I also added several sets of four-season clothes made by myself.

Yinglian’s dowry is still not much.

Only thirty-six lifts.

There is no Suzhou Qiangong Babu bed, only a canopy bed.

But after I received the post about Yinglian leaving the cabinet.

Lin Daiyu, Yingchun, Xichun, Xiao Cuier and Xue family sisters You Sanjie Youshi Qinshi Lingguan and others.

People were sent over to add makeup.

Among them, Xue Baochai is the most pragmatic, except for a set of Cuitou noodles.

In addition, two envelopes of one hundred taels of silver were sealed for Yinglian to use as a box of silver.

Feng secretly missed Xue Baochai without mentioning it.

Finally, I collected forty-eight dowries, asked someone to play with them, and sent them to the Xue family.

Aunt Xue knew that Feng lived alone and was in a difficult situation, so she didn't mind the size of Yinglian's dowry.

He just beat Xue Pan and cried and laughed: "Nie Zhan, why don't you wait until tomorrow to welcome the sun in person before you come back?"

"Whether or not you will get a wife back then, it depends on what you do!"

Xue Pan chuckled: "Mom, aren't we finally catching up?"

"Even the various materials and satins needed for the two girls' dowries, I have prepared them in Jiangnan."

"We'll arrive from Nanjiao Pier in two days."

It's okay if he doesn't mention the dowry.

Let’s talk about dowry.

Aunt Xue sighed even more.

He grabbed Xue Pan's ears and scolded him: "You are such an ignorant bastard..."

"The materials used by the Zhizao Mansion are not all supplied by you and Brother Cong's Qilin Merchant Bureau?"

"When we went to Beijing in which year, the Commercial Bureau didn't send it to us?"

"Tell me, didn't you take off your pants and fart?"

Xue Pan scratched his hair and widened his eyes.

A sudden shout!

"It's a strange way!"

"I said these materials and satins all look so familiar to me!"

"So it's the same as our own home?!"

Xue Baochai was both laughing and crying.

I really can’t bear to see this idiot brother of my own.

Pushing him, he said, "Sister-in-law is coming over tomorrow. Please go and see if Mrs. Quanfu has made the bed."

"Let the boys coax the groomsmen, you don't want to cry on the big day!"

"I know!" Xue Pan happily went to the wedding room to prepare the food.

This side of the Feng family.

Mrs. Feng couldn’t bear to part with her daughter.

I personally accompanied Yinglian and talked most of the night.

It wasn't until the drums sounded in the street at midnight that the mother and daughter fell asleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Yinglian had a dream.

There was no Feng family in the dream.

She is not Yinglian, she is Xiangling.
To be continued...