Feng Ziying laughed dumbly, shook her head, turned around and left Zhujin Tower.
The door that was originally closed opened with a creak when Feng Ziying's footsteps disappeared on the path. Si Qi's eyes watched the swaying lantern light and shadow slowly disappear in the dark path. He looked at it with a complicated expression and sighed softly.
tone.
She is not simply a child of the Jia family, as her maternal grandfather and maternal grandmother came from Suzhou with the Xing family.
The mother married into the Qin family, and Qin Ming and Qin Xian of the Qin family were considered to be children of the Jia family, so from this perspective, she was also a child of the Jia family.
She has been strong and courageous since she was a child, and she doesn't get along well with the soft-tempered maids like Heping'er, Xiren, and Zijuan. Instead, she is quite compatible with maids like Yuanyang and Qingwen, who both have bad tempers. However, Yuanyang is wise but fierce.
Qingwen, on the other hand, is pure, straightforward and fierce, which is somewhat similar to her recklessness and fierceness.
Although they and Qingwen were noisy and not very harmonious on the surface, they both had some sympathy and understanding for each other on the inside.
It's just that her brash temperament met Yingchun's soft and kind temperament, which was like a sudden encounter with a slow doctor. This kind of torment also made Siqi suffer a lot, but her own lady has such a temper, and the country is easy to change.
It's hard to change one's nature, no matter how much she persuades and guides her, Yingchun can't change it.
Fortunately, the arrival of Uncle Feng gave our girl some courage to challenge the old man's decision.
Siqi knew that with his status as grandfather, grandmother and father, his family's fate might not necessarily be tied to his own lady, but if Yingchun was to marry into the Sun family and become the mistress, there was a high probability that he, the maid, would not be able to escape.
After all, she is going to be a legitimate wife. The Jia family will definitely marry a maid there, and her parents, grandfather and grandmother will definitely feel that they can follow the second girl to become the mistress of the Sun family, and maybe they can also take over the house, which is regarded as a subordinate.
It is also a great thing for a person to suddenly become a master.
As for other things, they were not thinking about it, but Si Qi was not willing.
She had already inquired about the situation at the Sun family. It was a den of tigers and wolves. If her daughter went to such a place, she would probably not survive for two years. Without the support of the master, Siqi did not think she could survive in that den of wolves.
That's why when Fang Yingchun put her heart and soul into Uncle Feng, she would spare no effort to encourage and support him. If it were another maid, who would dare to interfere in such matters? It would be good not to dissuade him.
She originally hoped that if the second girl wanted to marry into the Feng family as a concubine, then her family could find a way not to marry the girl. However, as Uncle Feng became famous in the capital, if the young girl did not have any aspirations, then
Impossible, but what really made her heart flutter was the fact that the sword could stop a million soldiers and the legendary story of going to Hongmen alone was spread in the house today.
Since she was a child, she has particularly admired and worshiped those brave heroes who captured the flag and beheaded generals with swords and swords. The Mongolian army invaded and fought in Shuntian Prefecture, which made the whole city frightened. However, she did not expect that in Yongping Prefecture, Uncle Feng was able to turn the tide.
Defeating the Mongolian army in one fell swoop, people can't help but imagine his peerless grace at the top of Qian'an City, looking down on all sentient beings.
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Even the imperial court asked Uncle Feng to negotiate with the enemy chieftains for the redemption of tens of thousands of captured soldiers from the Beijing camp. Just thinking about the Hongmen Banquet makes people shiver. Even though he was reduced to a pulp, Uncle Feng was able to escape unscathed and negotiate an agreement with the enemy chieftain. How heroic is this?
Because of this, she was so distracted that when the other party inadvertently touched the girl's most precious place, she was just shy and angry, but did not rebuke angrily. If it had been someone else, with Si Qi's temperament, he would have scratched it with his fingernails. It’s on the face.
Feng Ziying naturally did not know that her performance in Yongping Mansion had been spread at an unprecedented speed and state through continuous myths and fermentation. The imperial court intended to use the victory in Yongping Mansion to boost morale and even further humiliate the original Beijing gang. The soldiers in the battalion also had a certain attitude of adding fuel to the flames, and it was only through various opportunities that Feng Ziying's reputation quickly spread all over the world.
As for the morning conversation with Jia She and Jia Zheng in Jia's house, it was natural that the maids and servants would add fuel to the fire. This is also the reason why gossip stories are the most talked about, so when other servants and maids in the house heard about it, , I don’t know if it is material that has been reprocessed several times.
If the servants hadn't all known Feng Ziying, they would probably have thought that he was a giant spirit and general with eyes like bells, a voice like a bell, and a head like a fence.
Walking along the stone path, Feng Ziying was not so anxious now. She had no intention of staying in this garden anyway, so it didn't matter whether she was earlier or later.
In the early winter, the Grand View Garden has a bit of a cold and desolate mood, but the water in Qinfang River seems to be not small. But wait another month, when the first snow falls, the Qinfang River will start to freeze. .
If it were covered with white snow, green mountains and pavilions hidden in the snow, I wonder what it would look like?
Looking over from Fengyao Bridge, there seems to be some lights in Qiushuangzhai. Maybe Tanchun has not rested yet, but it is too far away to hear the sound. Walking along the stone path, it is dark in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Sister Lin and the others should They all fell asleep.
Standing on the Cuiyan Bridge, you can see that the lights in Yihongyuan are still on, and you can even vaguely hear some sounds. I guess Baoyu has drunk too much, and he might wake up and make a fuss now.
For a moment, Feng Ziying felt a little emotional. It had been six years since she came to this world, and she had grown from a weak child to a famous scholar and civil servant in the Zhou Dynasty. Of course, she had to adapt to all these things by relying on her innate strength. But your own efforts cannot be denied either.
Effort comes from motivation, but where does the motivation to work hard come from after you come to this world?
To stand out, to become a general or to become a prime minister?
It seems that this is a basic requirement to ensure the survival of oneself and even the family in which one lives. The history that has changed is difficult to analyze and judge from the original perspective. Feng Ziying has already realized this, but the same inertial forces in the history of previous time and space It is still affecting the history of this world, so this requires that you can neither rely entirely on the experience of the previous life, nor ignore the continuous influence of the original potential energy of the previous life.
Dressing randomly is such a troublesome and tricky thing. It always makes you feel as if everything is under control, but the result is that accidents often happen one after another.
According to the timeline of the previous life, how could there be any invasion of the capital by the Mongolian tribes? It is obvious that the emergence of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and even his own arrival affecting his father's appointment in Liaodong, have brought uncertain changes to the entire situation outside the customs.
So these Feng Ziying are too lazy to think too much. The soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth, and they will just walk like this. As for the things around them, thousands of reds cry and thousands of people are sad, can they save it? It seems to have some effect, but
The building is about to collapse and is unstoppable, so we can only stretch out our hands as much as we can to save as much as we can. It seems that this can also be regarded as a bad taste of stamp collecting as some people say?
Isn’t it the right thing to be born as a human being, well, to be a man, especially a man living in such a specific environment? ^_^
Chaotic and complex thoughts kept bursting and sputtering in Feng Ziying's mind, wandering freely, making him slow down even more.
"Sir, Miss Ping'er has been waiting here for a long time." Seeing Feng Ziying step into the door with a thoughtful look on her face, Baoxiang hurriedly greeted her and whispered.
"Ping'er is here?" Feng Ziying was overjoyed.
Seeing the joyful expression of the man in the courtyard, Ping'er, who was standing at the door, felt sweet in his heart. At least this man was not the kind of man who wouldn't admit it when he picked up his pants. When he heard his name, he was not worried or disgusted but felt sincerely.
Happy, anyone who looks at it feels happy.
"Uncle Feng, I have been waiting for you here for a long time. I heard that the uncle is going to the garden to relax after drinking. I really mean it."
There is something in this statement.
Feng Ziying looked at Ping'er, the graceful Pingting standing in the door of the house. She was wearing a lake green dress and a maroon velvet cloak under a light blue embroidered jacket. She looked more like a maid no matter how she looked.
She is a lady of the world.
Feng Ziying didn't care, and said carelessly: "Ping'er, don't follow your grandma and learn those yin and yang weird smells. If you don't learn the good ones, you will learn these unpopular ones..."
Ping'er pursed her lips and smiled, "Why don't you talk about grandma in front of grandma?"
"Oh, you don't think I dare?" Feng Ziying glanced at Ping'er and walked directly into the house, "Baoxiang, go and watch the door. I still have something to say to Ping'er."
Baoxiang had already gone to guard the door with interest. Ping'er's face felt hot. Before he could speak, Feng Ziying had already pulled La into his arms, "Do you miss me?"
"No." Ping'er's heart was pounding fiercely, but her delicate hands firmly grasped the edge of the cloak, "Master, don't be arrogant, Baoxiang is still outside,..."
"Does this mean that since Baoxiang is not around, I can be more arrogant?" Feng Ziying chuckled, but put one hand around Ping'er's knees and picked her up. Ping'er was so frightened that she couldn't help but scream.
stand up.
"Master, this slave is here to talk to me about something..."
"What are you talking about? The night is long and there is plenty of time to say..." Feng Ziying smiled evilly and her palms had already slipped into her cloak.
"Master, grandma wants to see you..." Ping'er was so shocked that her voice trembled.
"Would your grandma want to see me?" Feng Ziying disagreed.
"Don't let me lose my conscience. Last time I promised to see my grandma, but in the end I asked someone to come and tell me that I didn't have time. The last time I came back also came and went quickly. We are all after you returned to Yongping.
Only then did I know that if the slave had not come to see you this time, would I have planned to return to Yongping Mansion tomorrow? In that case, why would the master say such things to grandma and the slave, and not provoke anyone, but still...
"
Ping'er's eye circles were also a little red, as if he was sad for Sister Feng and also for his own fate.
