My golden finger is delicious [Quick Transmigration]

Jingyou 8 years

Yingtianfu Xufu.

A ray of white light descended from the sky, fell into the courtyard and turned into a beautiful young woman in white.

The servants around saw the young woman.

Immediately put down the things in hand and saluted neatly, calling her madam, not surprised by the "falling from the sky" just now.

"What about Dingbei?"

The young woman in white asked an old servant.

Immediately got the news that her son was in the study.

The eager young woman turned around and disappeared, and directly used magic to move herself to the door of the study.

The servants could not watch the lady leave, and resumed their work.

However, they all showed envious eyes more or less.

There are spells... so convenient.

"It's been so many years, Madam is not old at all."

"I heard that my wife was like this 1500 years ago, so that's where she is."

The maids all showed yearning eyes, it's so good to be a monster.

"Isn't that right, the general really made money."

The male servants also showed yearning eyes... that's great.

Every man hopes that his wife is as beautiful as a flower, and the master of the Xu family is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also keeps youth forever.

Their master is really lucky.

There are so many monsters that eat people, but he meets a good monster who doesn't eat people, so beautiful, so gentle, and powerful in spells.

"I heard that Master and Madam came to meet each other by fate."

"That's right, the god is still the matchmaker."

"Now in Suzhou and Hangzhou, every Qingming Festival, young men and women will go to the Broken Bridge to worship the statue of the god and king, and hope for a happy marriage."

"There is also West Lake, because there are too many people who want to go on a cruise, the local government can only draw lots every year to determine the candidates for the lake tour, so as to avoid more boats than water, hahahahahaha."

"It's not just the relationship between husband and wife."

"I heard that during the Northern Expedition, my wife also went with me. She also helped the Song army to flood the Daxia chasers, and protected the gods and guardians to return to the country. At that time, there was already Xiaolangjun in my stomach."

"My lady is heroic!"

A servant gave a thumbs up.

Feeling that one is not enough, both hands are raised.

"That's a whole river. With a single stroke, the water is at least a hundred feet high, and it just rushed over."

"Wow~ Is it really that tall?"

"Really, the general said it himself in that year when Hehefu was keeping the year old."

"Later, my wife followed the general to fight in the north and south. Not only is my wife good at spells, but she is also good at medicine. I don't know how many generals' lives were saved by my wife."

"I heard that once the Xia army attacked the camp, it happened to coincide with the Dragon Boat Festival..."

"I know this! The lady just showed her original shape and crushed it."

"Oh, didn't you say that monks can't make a move?"

"According to the saying at the time...Dragon Boat Festival, the snake demon has a bad temper and can do anything."

"Wow!"

You can still take advantage of the loopholes like this.

"Ahem." The housekeeper coughed twice as he passed by.

The chattering servants who gathered together dispersed immediately.

There was not much fear on his face.

The master is kind and will not blame them for deserting.

Of course, the work still has to be done carefully.

The butler also understood the excitement of the servants, and would often turn a blind eye.

The story of the Xu Mansion...is too legendary and exciting.

Bai Suzhen turned around and came to the study.

After knocking on the door and walking in, I saw a young boy carved in jade.

The young boy was standing in front of the desk, with a serious thought on his brows, but he was writing vigorously without stopping.

At a young age, he has a calm momentum far beyond his peers.

The layout and demeanor are not like that of a ten-year-old child.

"Mom! You're back!"

Seeing Bai Suzhen, the young man who was writing vigorously, immediately put down the pen and paper, and threw himself into his mother's arms.

The calmness and demeanor that he had just written disappeared, and he was just an ordinary child in his mother's arms.

"Dingbei, you've worked hard, let your mother take a look."

Bai Suzhen lovingly caressed her child.

Xu Dingbei's appearance was almost printed in the same mold as Xu Xian's.

From the appearance of this child, there was not even a single trace of Bai Suzhen's identity.

But Xu Dingbei and Xu Xian are different.

This kid is smart and smart, and there is a witty energy in his eyes.

Compared with Xu Xian's straightforwardness, Dingbei's intelligence and agility are recognized as following Bai Suzhen.

"Mom, you haven't been out for long this time."

Xu Dingbei was a little embarrassed and looked forward to bringing his face up to Bai Suzhen to touch.

Well, he has grown up, he shouldn't act like a baby anymore.

But... now there are no outsiders.

"I've been missing you for a while, are you writing official documents for your father again?"

Bai Suzhen picked up the memorial on the table, looked at the calm and correct handwriting on it, the logic was clear, and the writing was free and easy with exquisite official documents.

Proud of my son again.

"Yes." Xu Dingbei's face was bitter. "Why does a general need to write so many official documents?"

"Wen Chen wrote more."

Xu Dingbei's small face became more determined that he would never follow the line of civil servants in the future.

Thinking of this, Xu Dingbei asked his mother to teach him a few more tricks.

Learned the last time.

Bai Suzhen patted her son's head with a smile.

He could recite at the age of three, chant at the age of five, and write compositions at the age of seven.

I don't know how many famous Confucian scholars want to accept Dingbei as their disciples.

The son may be the reincarnation of Wen Quxing, of course she knows.

But what does that matter?

He is her son.

He can do whatever he wants.

Although Bai Suzhen sometimes has a little doubt...

"You are so good at reading, my mother always thought you would learn literature."

Bai Suzhen still remembered that a group of monks were hesitant to speak and advised their couple to "think twice".

I also remember the gloomy Wenquxing back then.

She thought that if this child was really the reincarnation of Wen Quxing, he might be born to love literature, and he would not be able to force it in the future.

On Xu Xian's side, she came to persuade him.

Unexpectedly, the child's literary talent is extremely high.

He likes to practice martial arts.

In his words...

"Mother, you know, it's too easy and boring."

Articles that can be written down at a glance, and books that can be understood after reading twice, are not challenging.

If it wasn't so easy.

It will not be his turn to write official documents for his father when he is only ten years old.

"Wouldn't it be bad if Dad studied? He can memorize those complicated medical skills just by memorizing them."

The young Xu Dingbei talked about his three views to his mother.

"Reading is so easy, it's not challenging."

With a smile on her face, Bai Suzhen gently advised her child.

Just think about this sentence, don't say it.

"Mother, mother, have you found the god or altar this time?"

"No."

Bai Suzhen shook her head regretfully.

Since Wu Ding disappeared, the entire Song Dynasty has not given up looking for him.

The government has even changed the name of the country and used it until now, just to show the merits of Wu Ding to the heavens.

However two years ago.

The altar disappeared in full view.

If it weren't for the auspicious colorful lights that followed closely behind, Da Song might have fallen into panic.

In the past two years, everyone has become more and more sure that the "disappearance" of the IPL and the altar is a good thing.

After all, the past two years have been so smooth.

What are the laws of agricultural empires?

Three years of drought and three years of flooding.

A country with a vast territory can still suffer from drought on one side and flood on the other.

Not to mention that crops will get sick, attract insects and so on.

If there are no natural disasters every year... Congratulations, you must have been cheated by the treacherous officials below.

There is no such thing as no disaster, only if the disaster is serious or not.

However, these two years.

The weather is so good that the ministers below dare not report it.

The government even sent a whole bunch of imperial envoys to visit privately in micro-clothes.

Later, monks simply searched all over the world.

In the end, it was confirmed that there was really nothing wrong, so everyone thought about miracles.

Not only that, but also Liao and Xia next door.

Although it was just two years of good weather.

But in the past two years, it is enough for an excellent government with high-yielding crops to raise the entire national power to a whole level.

After all, Dafeng doesn't have any special expenses every year.

This extra money is enough to build another treasury.

The more this is the case, the more everyone has not forgotten who brought all this.

If it weren't for Wu Ding, he would have sacrificed his immortality and longevity.

There will be no such crops.

If it wasn't for Wu Ding, what would he do?

There will be no such miraculous two years.

"Mother, did you say that the gods really returned to the fairy world?"

Xu Dingbei continued to ask, but this time he was not as lively as before.

There was worry on that small face exactly like Xu Xian's.

The disappearance of the altar means that Wu Ding's merits and virtues have been completed and returned to the fairyland.

This statement is currently the most comforting statement to the public.

But if this statement is really so tenable.

Bai Suzhen doesn't need to look for people all over the world whenever she is free.

"Mother doesn't know, but Dingbei..."

Bai Suzhen was stuck.

Xu Dingbei:? ? ?

After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't tell Wu Ding's letter.

Wu Ding's promise to attend Dingbei's wedding.

This promise has always been the expectation of all the top leaders of Song Dynasty.

But the more you look forward to it, the more afraid you will be disappointed.

Afraid of being anxious, he missed Wu Ding's return.

It was this worry about gains and losses that gave Xu Dingbei peace these years.

He was forced to go to church without just being able to walk.

But as the altar disappeared.

As Dingbei gradually grew up.

Everyone couldn't sit still.

This is 10 years old, if calculated falsely, 11 years old.

There are still three months to celebrate the new year, so it can be counted as 12.

It's already 12... Make a kiss first, it's reasonable.

It's not just everyone who thinks so.

Bai Suzhen, the mother who cared for her son wholeheartedly, couldn't help but think about it.

"Dingbei, this time my mother is back, and I'm going to take you back to Qiantang to meet your little cousin."

"It's okay to go to Qiantang, but hasn't Cousin Bilian seen it? Why do you want to go to see her?"

Xu Xian is no longer a small owner of a pharmacy in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

It's a young general who is fighting everywhere.

The mansion was also bestowed by the imperial court, so it is impossible to stay in Qiantang.

So Xu Dingbei successfully missed his childhood sweetheart with his little cousin, as well as a good friend who played with him since he was a child.

Looking at the unenlightened son in front of him.

Think about the little girl who is still changing her teeth.

For the first time, Bai Suzhen was at a loss for words in front of her son.

"That's right, that's right...see you."

Not just Qiantang's cousin.

There are many sisters waiting for you to meet in the future.

When Bai Suzhen was preparing to secretly prepare for her son's blind date.

A figure with Yi/Rong/Mask/Ju on his face stared dumbfounded at the temple full of incense.

Looking at the people coming and going, they pray for safety, health, fortune, official luck, marriage and children.

Watching this extremely multi-functional fairy golden sculpture finely depict his own face.

Look at the statue and it says...

Sacred Qingcheng Rende and Anrongrui Zhenjun

Wu Ding: What the hell is this!