Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

After she finished speaking, she straightened her back, her eyes flashing with pretended surprise, as if all this was the most ingenious arrangement of fate, "It's you? It's been a long time since we last met!"

The tone was as if their reunion was purely accidental, with a hint of surprise and disbelief.

Under the baptism of moonlight, Fan Yunfu finally recognized the uninvited visitor.

Mo Daiying, why are you in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

This question flashed through his mind, but was immediately replaced by indifference.

His life trajectory had long since deviated from the possibility of intersecting with her, and all the past events had become a cloud of smoke.

"If you are okay, I won't bother you anymore."

There was no trace of nostalgia in his words.

After saying this, his figure gradually blended into the depth of the night, like a gust of wind, leaving no trace.

Mo Daiying stared blankly at the figure that was getting farther and farther away, as if she had traveled through time and space. Those dusty memories surged up again, reminding her that no matter how time changed, he could always touch her heartstrings inadvertently.

It was not until Fan Yunfu completely disappeared into the night that Sizhu, Mo Daiying's personal maid, walked out from behind the rockery and whispered a reminder, her words full of caution and worry: "Madam, you are now the wife of the Fourth Young Master. Your status is different from before. Please be careful and prudent."

Mo Daiying was slightly angry when she heard this. She didn't need anyone to say more about her identity.

However, emotional entanglements cannot be easily controlled by reason, and she still longs to have more interactions with him, even if it is just a few words of communication.

If he had not left the capital back then, would the person by her side today be Fan Yunfu instead of Fan Tianyu?

This assumption is like the stars in the night sky, distant and bright, desirable but unattainable.

Arriving in the prosperous capital, Zhang Mingyi and Tan Yulin seemed to have merged into another world. They either sat in a teahouse in the market, immersed in the storytellers' vivid descriptions of ancient heroic legends, and sipped refreshing tea.

Or in the quiet courtyard at home, black and white pieces are intertwined on the chessboard, thoughts are stimulated, and hearty laughter can be heard from time to time while two people play chess. Life is leisurely and comfortable, as if all worldly troubles are isolated.

However, Zhang Mingyi's grandfather, an elderly man with wise eyes, always frowned and was secretly worried.

In his eyes, the two young men's playfulness might inadvertently delay the upcoming imperial examination, which was a major event concerning their future careers.

"Ling Wen, could you please find out for me if there is any academy in the capital that temporarily accepts students, or we can directly invite a knowledgeable private school teacher to come home? Look at the two of them, they are so carefree, and my old bones can't stand any more worries."

Ling Wen smiled gently after hearing this, and comforted the old man, "Grandfather, don't worry. Mingtian is naturally smart, and he has his own way with the exam. But to ease your worries, I will find time as soon as possible to find a good teacher with both moral integrity and talent to assist them."

There is still half a year before the imperial examination. If Mingyi and Yulin could invite famous scholars in the capital to teach them carefully in advance, it would undoubtedly be icing on the cake and would give them more confidence in the fierce competition.

The next day, the sky was just beginning to turn pale, and Fan Yunfu's mood was as bright and full of expectation as the sunshine at dawn.

He was wearing brand new clothes and looked full of energy. He was holding a cloth bag filled with exquisite gifts in his hand. He seemed to be in high spirits with every step he took, and it was obvious that he was full of sincerity and anticipation for this trip to Zhang's house.

Zhang Wuya also got up early, dressed up carefully, and put on a fresh and refined dress. She looked like a fairy walking out of a painting, which was eye-catching.

In the living room of Zhang's house, Zhang Laoer and Fan Yunfu were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

"Yun Fu, please wait a moment. I have sent someone to call Wu Ya down."

Zhang Laoer's words were full of kindness.

After a polite conversation, Zhang Wuya finally came in. Her face had a touch of classical beauty, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she was elegant and refined. Every detail exuded an irresistible charm, attracting everyone's attention.

Xu Liyun, Wu Ya's biological mother, naturally would not let her daughter go to her in-laws' house empty-handed. She specially selected some exquisite and appropriate small gifts and ordered the servants to quietly put them into the Zhang Mansion's carriage to express her best wishes for her child's future.

Thinking about becoming Fan Yunfu's wife, Zhang Wuya's heart was filled with sweetness and longing.

"Uncle, how about coming to my house and sitting for a while?"

"Then I will respectfully obey your command! Haha!"

Zhang Laoer laughed heartily and naturally would not refuse such an invitation.

After all, in this era of etiquette, and especially since Fan Yunfu's father was the prime minister of the dynasty, such a visit was of extraordinary significance.

As for Ling Wen, he has no parental protection. If You Niang can marry him, she won't have to get involved in complicated family relationships. She can enjoy pure happiness and freedom. This kind of innocence is the most precious.

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Soon, the carriage slowly stopped in front of the magnificent gatehouse of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Mrs. Zhang, the hostess of the Prime Minister's Mansion, had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When she saw the carriage approaching, she couldn't help but smile, and her face was filled with warm welcome.

"Mother, this is Zhang Wuya whom I often mentioned, and her mother Xu Liyun."

Fan Yunfu introduced both parties politely, with pride in his tone.

"Wu Ya, this is my mother."

"I've met my aunt!"

Zhang Wuya bowed gently, her voice soft and polite.

"Please come in quickly, please come in!"

Mrs. Zhang enthusiastically led the mother and daughter into the house, and every detail revealed her respect and enthusiasm for the guests.

Along the way, Xu Liyun observed Mrs. Zhang's every move. She secretly admired her dignified demeanor and thought that she must be a reasonable person. She felt more reassured about Wu Ya's future.

In contrast, Zhang Laoer felt a little dissatisfied because he only saw Fan's mother, but his father did not show up, which seemed a bit lacking in sincerity.

The exquisite pastries, mellow tea and rigorous layout displayed in the living room all demonstrate the careful preparation and high regard for the guests.

"Mother-in-law, Yunfu's father went to the court early in the morning and will probably be back soon. I'm really sorry to have kept Wu Ya and everyone waiting for so long!"

Mrs. Zhang apologized to Xu Liyun and explained that she naturally hoped to leave a good impression on the person her son had chosen as his lover.

"It's okay, you're so polite!"

Xu Liyun smiled gently and indicated that there was no need to worry.

Mrs. Zhang also talked about the interesting things in Fan Yunfu's childhood, from his diligence in studying to his growth into a responsible man, to his choice of partner. Her words were full of pride for her son.

In the main hall, the atmosphere was harmonious and there was constant laughter.

However, in a corner of the garden, Maudeying stood alone, holding a silk handkerchief in her hand, rubbing it repeatedly. The handkerchief was deformed in her hand, as if carrying the resentment in her heart.