At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Mrs. Xu sighed helplessly.

Xu Boyen held the small bowl of bear soup and drank it in one gulp, sighing with pleasure.

"Mother, you don't know."

"What my son has been eating out for more than two months is like pig food."

"It's cooked by a country man. It tastes terrible and the ingredients are not fresh."

Duke Xun Guo snorted coldly and slammed his chopsticks on the table.

"I can't do anything well. I only know how to eat all day long!"

Xu Boyen was unhappy, "Hey, brother, what you said is unreasonable."

"You don't know how difficult that bitch is to deal with, she won't take it easy!"

Mrs. Xu said solemnly: "No matter how difficult it is, she is still a woman."

"It's really not possible. It's not like you don't have that kind of medicine."

Xu Boyen curled his lips and said, "That girl has two guards beside her."

"One of them is proficient in pharmacology, and aphrodisiacs have no use at all."

"You don't know how to push people away?" Mr. Xun Guo slapped the table and almost cried because of his stupidity.

"Brother, it's not that easy to stand and talk without back pain."

"That girl is just like that boy Xie Yuheng. She is a thieves and can't stand it at all..."

Xu Bowen opened his mouth and kept babbling.

Anyway, if you don’t admit it, you will be disadvantaged in doing things.

Duke Xun Guo was so angry that he immediately threw up his sleeves and left with his head buzzing.

Looking at the disappearing figure of her eldest son, Mrs. Xu closed her eyes.

Opening it again, there was once again a shrewd and calculating look in his eyes.

The servants were dismissed, and no one knew what the mother and son discussed in private.

……

Xie Tingjiang and Meng Wanning did not inform Xie Yuheng about Xu Bowen.

Their family, Heng Heng, was already busy enough, so how could such a trivial matter disturb his ears.

He only thanked Tingjiang and entered Si Yuandao's courtyard.

I talked with the little old man for a long time and asked a lot about the Duke Xun's mansion.

"The Duke of Xun Guo and the Duke of Founding both belong to a family that has made great contributions to the founding of the country."

"It has been more than two hundred years since the founding of Daliang."

"Long before His Majesty came to the capital, all the distinguished families had only their names and no real power."

Si Yuandao took a sip of tea and continued: "Although he has no real power, he has a profound foundation and is very comparable to others."

Xie Tingjiang asked: "What about the second master of the Xu family?"

Si Yuandao narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a long time, and then said: "Xu Bowen, a famous libertine in Beijing."

"Married five times, they all reconciled and divorced."

Xie Tingjiang frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that there was something fishy about it.

The charcoal inside the house is warm and the words are slow, and the snow is falling heavily outside.

After the Little New Year, the Chinese New Year is getting closer and closer.

The yard next to the Jiangling Marquis Mansion was finally completed on the 27th after the craftsmen rushed to work.

Xie Zhuqing and others moved from the Jiangling Marquis Mansion to live next door.

But there is a small door on the wall of the Hou Mansion, which is still convenient to come and go on weekdays.

Of course Xie Zhiyi also has a house.

After seeing this, my great-uncle exclaimed: "I will have no regrets in this life!"

"Our family knows how to do it. He is as good as any other man, hahaha."

Seeing his uncle's bright smile, Xie Yuheng smiled.

Women are no worse than men!

The great-uncle had laughed enough. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and he made a low voice.

"Isn't that right? Zhiyi will go to Bingzhou soon."

Thank you Zhiyi for seeing the queen's illness.

Xie Yuheng, Xie Zhiyi, and Xu Lu all mentioned it vaguely in their letters to Jiangling.

Therefore, my great-uncle was not afraid of the hard work of traveling and traveling, and decided to come to Beijing to have a look.

There is no small matter on the battlefield, if anything happens... it will be the last time.

Xie Zhiyi and Xu Lu stepped forward to comfort their great uncle, while Xie Yuheng quietly withdrew.

The young man stood with his hands behind his hands and looked towards the north.

After careful calculation, the period of three months has passed.

And from the fact that Zhiyi came to the palace from time to time to check the queen's pulse, we can also know that her body and bones are healthy.

It's just that the body is cold and the heart is depressed for a long time, which is not conducive to pregnancy.

Now that I have recovered my health, I think that soon there will be magpies standing on the branches to announce the good news.

As Xie Yuheng speculated, it has been three months since the past few days.

The love between an emperor and an empress is stronger than that of a newlywed.

It also happened to be during the annual vacation and I had nothing to do. It was simply...so boring that I couldn't even see it.

At noon that day, the Yang family's ancestors and grandson, as well as Fu Qingchen's parents, entered the gate of Jiangling Marquis Mansion.

Fu Qingchen’s parents are both ordinary farmers.

Life became easier after my son became a Jinshi in high school.

But it is grand to go to Beijing and difficult to live there.

The old couple still pays close attention to food and clothing and works hard to save money. If he saved too much, he asked someone to send it to Shangjing.

This time I heard that I wanted to visit my son’s friend and boss.

He even took out the clothes from the bottom of the box and tidied them up, for fear of embarrassing his son.

But when they entered the Jiangling Marquis Mansion, they realized that the clothes they wore at the bottom of the box were not as good as those worn by other servants.

I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy and even more restrained.

After passing through several long corridors, Fu Qingchen took his parents to the central hall.

He leaned over and saluted Xie Yuheng, who was sitting on the throne: "I have met the Marquis!"

Fu's father and mother followed the gourd and painted the gourd, and slowly and half-heartedly greeted him.

"Between you and me, why should we be polite?"

"I haven't thanked Brother Fu for speaking up for me at the Qujiang Banquet. How could he be so polite?"

Fu Qingchen just smiled lightly when he heard what Xie Yuheng said.

Although the Marquis of Jiangling never formally expressed his gratitude, he did not come forward just to express gratitude.

I just can't stand the villainous behavior of Chi Song's group of people.

Besides, in the past two years or so, I have received constant care and advice from Marquis Jiangling.

However... I heard Xie Yuheng's somewhat immature voice.

Both Fu's father and Fu's mother were startled and wanted to take a look at the rumored Marquis of Jiangling.

But thinking about the etiquette his son had told him, he didn't dare to look at it.

He just lowered his head and followed the servant's guidance to sit down at the guest seat.

Yang Bingwen and Yang Chengwu looked at each other, each holding tea and sipping.

The etiquette is not perfect, but it is not that rude family.

Xie Yuheng said a few more polite words, and then it was the home court of the previous generation.

Meng Wanning also found an excuse to 'go to the garden' with Fu's mother.

Fu Qingchen, on the other hand, faced the scrutiny and questioning of two ministers of the dynasty and a favorite of the emperor.

I felt a lot of pressure in my heart, and soon a thin layer of sweat broke out on my back.

After Yang Chengwu finished asking, Xie Yuheng smiled and said:

"I wonder, Brother Fu, have you ever heard of the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"

"This story is well known to every household, even my subordinates have heard it."

"Oh?"

"I wonder, what does Brother Fu think of Niulang?"

Xie Yuheng's right elbow was pressed against the table top of the Eight Immortals Table, and his white finger bones supported his chin.

His eyes are as clear and innocent as those of an innocent boy.

It's just that... Fu Qingchen wouldn't really treat Xie Yuheng as a child, knowing his record of fighting with the Confucian scholars.

This problem is not an ordinary problem.

Fu Qingchen thought for a long time, made a draft in his mind, and then said:

"My opinion may be a little different from ordinary people's."

"Appreciate further details."

Fu Qingchen exhaled and said: "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are often talked about by the world."

"Everyone sympathizes with the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. It is not easy to separate the two places."

"However, I feel that the Cowherd is a villain, not a gentleman."