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

"I'm talking about you. Why don't you kneel down and apologize to me? Maybe I can forgive you this time!"

Mo Daiying looked carefully at the woman in front of her, and her heart became more and more angry.

In her eyes, Zhang Wuya was the kind of vixen who relied on her beauty to seduce people's hearts. She could make Yun Fu so infatuated with her, but she was just a country girl of humble origin.

"I didn't touch you at all, why do you want me to kneel down?"

Zhang Wuya didn't want to get involved, but she couldn't stand such unreasonable behavior, so she fought back without fear.

Mo Daiying was irritated by Zhang Wuya's attitude, her finger almost poking Zhang Wuya's nose: "You shameless thing, and you are still stubborn! I must teach you a lesson today, so that you know the difference between the superior and the inferior!"

She gave a look and the maids around her began to get excited.

Zhang Wuya didn't expect Mo Daiying to be so rude, but she had practiced martial arts since she was young and was extremely strong. She easily pushed away the maids who surrounded her and warned them sternly: "If you make trouble again, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Humph! You still want to act wild in the Prime Minister's Mansion? I'll tell your father and Yun Fu, and see if you will have the nerve to step into this mansion again in the future!"

Mo Daiying's words were full of threats.

Zhang Wuya remained unmoved and was puzzled by the woman's identity and her behavior.

She pushed everyone away calmly and walked straight out of the garden, as if everything around her was just a passing cloud.

Looking at Zhang Wuya's receding back, Mo Daiying could only glare at her angrily. Her plan failed to succeed, and instead she lost face.

Mo Daiying originally wanted to give Zhang Wuya a warning, but she never expected that the other party was not simple. She was as strong as an ox and had a very rustic air. Such a person would never be recognized by her father, let alone become Yunfu's wife.

But for Zhang Wuya, this experience was like a sudden storm, which dragged her emotions from excitement to the bottom.

When she rejoined the crowd and faced the Zhang couple, she forced a smile: "Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, Wu Ya is a little tired, go back with your parents to rest first."

Zhang was full of expectations for Zhang Wuya's future. She took off an emerald green jade bracelet from her wrist and handed it to Wuya: "Wuya, this is what Yunfu's grandmother left me. It is also a family heirloom of our Fan family. Now I give it to you. Good girl, live a happy life with Yunfu in the future."

"Thank you, Auntie. We'll be leaving now!"

Zhang Wuya responded politely, but she felt mixed emotions.

As soon as she returned to the Zhang family, Zhang Wuya told her younger sister Xiao Youniang everything about her encounter with Mo Daiying outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Young lady, what's going on? It's really inexplicable!"

There was confusion and helplessness in Zhang Wuya's tone.

Xiao Youniang listened with great interest and began to analyze the situation: "Sister, could it be that the woman is an old acquaintance of Brother Yunfu? She knew you were going to marry her and came to provoke her on purpose. This is often played out in TV dramas."

"It's possible! Judging from her posture, it's likely!"

Zhang Wuya still felt aggrieved when she thought about this matter, and sat there alone, lost in thought.

Zhang Laoer repeatedly recalled his experience in the Prime Minister's Mansion, thinking that in ancient times, it was undoubtedly a blessing for a daughter to marry into such a prominent family.

After all, the other party has a prominent family background and his parents are open-minded. Not only do they have high hopes for this marriage, they have also silently accepted Fan Yunfu, a talented person, as a member of the family and treat him as their own son.

In order to meet the expectations of his family elders, Ling Wen entrusted his good friend Hu Ling to search for a suitable private school teacher. Unexpectedly, the matter went very smoothly.

Within a few days, an old teacher with profound knowledge came to Zhang's house regularly every day to give the two young men two-hour lessons.

The old man of the Zhang family was pleasantly surprised at Ling Wen's efficiency and thoughtfulness. What he said yesterday turned into reality overnight, and he couldn't help but look at Ling Wen differently.

Time flies, and it’s the fifth day in a blink of an eye.

In the main hall of the Zhang family, the family was immersed in a warm and happy atmosphere. Suddenly, the doorman came running in hurriedly to report that Prime Minister Fan and Fan Yunfu were visiting outside the door.

Upon hearing this, the Zhang family members immediately straightened their clothes and went out to greet them. They saw Prime Minister Fan and Fan Yunfu smiling and walking briskly into the Zhang Mansion, followed closely by servants who were carrying boxes of generous betrothal gifts on their shoulders and in their hands.

"Oh, my dear, we are one family from now on!"

Prime Minister Fan's hearty laughter was full of joy and friendliness.

As the father of the eldest son in the family, it is not easy for him to maintain fairness among so many children. And as Fan Yunfu is the legitimate son, it is indispensable for him to have the proper honor.

Thanks to Aunt Lin's mediation, Prime Minister Fan was particularly concerned about the marriage, as his son was already 23 years old and the marriage should not be delayed any longer.

After some pleasantries, Xu Liyun enthusiastically suggested that Fan Yunfu and his son stay for lunch. Fan Yunfu readily agreed, and the group then moved to the restaurant to prepare delicious food.

At the dinner table, Prime Minister Fan asked concernedly, "I heard that Ziming wants to take the imperial examination next year? If so, I can introduce the popular Guo Taifu to be his private tutor. In this way, Ziming's career will surely be bright."

Xu Liyun quickly declined, but her tone was respectful: "I appreciate the Prime Minister's kindness. Ziming has already had the opportunity to meet a good teacher, so I dare not trouble you again."

She knew very well how prestigious the status of the Taifu was, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even if she was introduced by connections, her family of small means might not be able to catch the other party's eye, so she wisely chose to refuse.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious, delicious dishes were served one after another, and everyday conversations were mixed with expectations for a better life in the future, overflowing with warmth and anticipation.

Soon after, the wedding date was set for an auspicious day two months later. Since then, the two families have been busy and have made every effort to prepare for this marriage feast.

Zhang Mingyi and his best friend Tan Yulin finished their morning homework. Mr. Fu stroked his gray beard with satisfaction and praised the two of them repeatedly. He not only affirmed their diligence, but also expressed higher expectations.

"In your spare time, you two may want to go to Zijing Street in the east of the city. There is a 'Wanjuan Pavilion' with a rich collection of books. Books can bring you beauty and wealth. Reading more will definitely help you to reach a higher level."

Mr. Fu spoke earnestly, and after he finished speaking, he packed up his books and slowly left.

"Wanjuan Pavilion sounds quite mysterious. Ziming, are you interested in finding out?"

Tan Yulin's eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation.

"Of course, since you recommend it, there must be a reason. Reading more is always a good thing."

Zhang Mingyi responded in agreement.

The two of them immediately reported to their families, and after obtaining permission, they set out on the journey to Wanjuan Pavilion with great anticipation.

With gratitude welling up in their hearts, the two of them silently expressed their most sincere thanks to Ling Wen. Recalling the scenes in the past when Brother Ling Wen had dragged them through sweaty martial arts training, their initial reluctance now seemed so precious.