After bidding farewell to the reluctant couple, the Cui family of three and four servants officially set off for the Cui family's ancestral home in Qinghe.
Wang Junshen did not go back to Taiyuan, so he accompanied him all the way, plus the luxurious Cui Shihong. Many local officials heard the news and came to pay their respects. They successfully made Ye Zhenzhen understand that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
reason.
However, thanks to their attentive hospitality, the accommodation and food along the way were not bad. Although it was inevitable to be tired from traveling, it was not too hard.
Six days later, the group finally arrived at the ancestral home of the Cui family in Qinghe.
The ancestral home of the Cui family is located in He County, Qing Dynasty. As an aristocratic family that has been here for hundreds of years, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Cui family owns half of the world here. As soon as their carriages and horses arrived, there was already a group of people waiting to greet them and watching the excitement.
The people of Wuyangyang are all human beings.
Ye Zhenzhen secretly opened the car curtain and took a look, and found that the style was different from the capital city. Although it was not as graceful and luxurious as the emperor, the people were elegant and calm, which showed that the living conditions were not bad.
Before she could see anything more, Aunt Cui pulled the curtain back. She was not a person with strict rules, but she just reminded: "Zhen'er, the Cui family is a century-old family. In the past, there was some freedom and freedom of celebrities.
Unruly, now all that's left is the strictness of rules and etiquette. You must remember what I told you on the road, and don't let them find fault."
Ye Zhenzhen felt that Aunt Cui was worrying too much, because there was no need to accuse them. If they had bad intentions, they would definitely find trouble.
But she didn't argue, she just nodded honestly, "I understand, Mom, don't worry, I will definitely protect you."
Aunt Cui couldn't help but smile, "You kid, I've been dealing with them for so many years, and I know all about their virtues. When the time comes, I'll leave it to you to say nothing if you don't say anything when I get back to the inner house."
After all, she has been in two aristocratic families.
Even though Aunt Cui has always had a low sense of presence, Ye Zhenzhen has never underestimated her ability. After all, her interpersonal skills were cultivated by Aunt Cui.
Seeing that her mood was not affected by returning to her old place, Ye Zhenzhen nodded with relief and listened carefully to the conversation outside.
Cui Weizhen spends most of his time sitting in a carriage, but occasionally he rides Hongyun out for horse racing. Hongyun is a thousand-mile horse. He has been well served since he returned to Cui's house. Now he is fat and strong, and he is in high spirits. Whenever he has the chance, he will do it.
It's fun, but it makes it so happy.
When they almost arrived at Qinghe County, Cui Weizhen got off his horse and rode. So the people in Qinghe County were lucky enough to see a handsome young man in green riding a tall horse approaching slowly. When they saw the young man's face, the crowd suddenly became excited.
There was a commotion.
Young women and girls are fascinated by the handsome man, but older people cannot forget this face.
Some people could not suppress their excitement and said: "Is this, is this Wulang's son?"
Goro?
Who is Wulang? Qing, the pride of He County. Even young people have heard that their parents once talked about Cui Shichang, who was famous all over the world, handsome and romantic, and his untimely death was even more disappointing.
This legend has a tragic and unforgettable meaning that makes people remember it and sigh to this day.
How can the people of Qinghe not be excited to see the son of Wulang who is as handsome as his husband now?
"He must be the son of Wulang! I have seen him before! The son is like his father, Zhenlang has won three yuan in a row just like Wulang, and now he is a Hanlin!"
"Is he really Wulang's son? He really has a tiger father and no dog son!"
"I heard that Wulang's son and widow have been wandering around these years. What's going on?"
"How do we ordinary people know about the internal affairs of the big family? Maybe it's a rumor."
"Let's not mention anything else for the time being. Zhen Lang is truly a unique and beautiful man, unparalleled in the world."
"You can pull it off, you said the same thing about his father back then."? "..."
A group of people were chattering, and even if you didn't listen carefully, you could still hear it. Cui Weizhen's face was still gentle and calm, and there was a dark light in his dark eyes that no one could understand. His expression was still calm, but the other two were not so natural.
Wang Junshen thought of his sister-in-law who died young, and felt regretful. Although Cui Shichang did not agree with him in his views, he still deserved a lot of respect. If he had not died, the Wang family would be much better off than it is today.
Cui Shihong's face was gloomy, and he could hardly control the displeasure on his face. Cui Shichang was a thorn in his heart. Although it had been pulled out, it still left scars. People reminded him of his existence all the time, and the scars hurt slightly, which made him feel sad.
He was very unhappy.
He was very dissatisfied with the discussion among the people of Qinghe. After taking advantage of the Cui family for so many years, they had forgotten who was in charge of the family, and they were thinking about a dead person. In his eyes, he was no different from a white-eyed wolf.
And Cui Weizhen...
Cui Weizhen caught Cui Shihong's gaze and smiled slightly, "Uncle, what advice do you have?"
A gentle smile appeared on Cui Shihong's face, "Have you seen the people here? Every time your father returned to Qinghe, he was more popular than Pan An and Song Yu. Although you are not as good as your father, you are no less generous.
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"Uncle, thank you. My nephew is not even one ten thousandth as good as my late father." Cui Weizhen flashed a wave of emotion, "My nephew just wants to fulfill his father's unfinished wish and do it with a clear conscience. This can be regarded as comforting his father's soul."
Cui Shihong's face changed slightly, and there was a flash of discomfort in his eyes. He examined Cui Weizhen's expression and saw that he did not show resentment or forbearance, so he felt relieved and said: "It is perfect for a son to inherit his father's ambition.
, uncle believes you can do it. Although your father has passed away, he is your biological elder. If you have any difficulties in the future, just ask your uncle."
He has a kind demeanor, like a good elder who cares about his nephew. If Cui Weizhen didn't know that he was the culprit who murdered his father, Cui Weizhen would have been almost deceived by him.
Suppressing the killing intent raging in his heart, Cui Weizhen smiled peacefully, "My nephew will remember all the hard work that my uncle put in."
Cui Shihong nodded with satisfaction. Cui Shichang is dead. The dead can never compete with the living. He is the only winner and deserves to enjoy the fruits of victory. As for Cui Weizhen... he is just a fledgling boy. He has many ways to deal with it.
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Thinking of this, his mood became brighter and brighter, and the smile on his face was not mixed with any moisture. When he saw the figure standing in the distance, he said kindly: "It's the local parents and your uncles who are here to pick us up."
Home."
Cui Weizhen looked around and saw the uncles waiting at the side, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
