The Songhe Hall is very lively at this time.

The second wife and the younger generation were both here, and Zhang Qiuchi also stood aside and listened to the old lady's instructions.

The boy also smiled at this moment, but he was not as arrogant as he was, and he was still as humble and restrained as he was.

The old lady in the recovery period was still dressed in decent and delicate clothes, but her face looked a little sickly and weaker than the ordinary ones.

"Mother." Zhang Luan tried to salute as calmly as possible.

As the head of the family, he always remembers his mother's instructions - the more he faces major events, the more he needs to be stable.

In order to appear more calm, I even asked: "Can my mother have better symptoms of headache today?"

"It's getting better." Old Mrs. Zhang had a calm smile on her face.

Her head grew on her neck, so she naturally felt pain whenever she wanted, and she would get better whenever she wanted.

It was just this happy day, so she might as well get better first to avoid losing everyone's interest - Old Mrs. Zhang thought considerately.

"That's good."

Zhang Luan, who was probably guessing his mother's condition, made a reassuring expression.

"Mother is a happy person." Ji said with a smile: "Chi'er won three yuan in a row this time. Such a huge joy is there. What kind of illness and bad luck can't be eliminated?"

Old Mrs. Zhang nodded with a smile and looked at Changsun with satisfaction.

Zhang Luan patted Zhang Qiuchi on the shoulder, smiled but said in a slight voice: "Good child, you are much more useful than your father..."

I remember that he was also a young man and was famous for his talent, so he passed the exam for a scholar early on.

There are mistakes and gains in life, but regrets cannot be called, but it is inevitable that there is something that can be touched by the moment.

This time, the eldest son was able to win three yuan in a row, which, in some way, can make up for a shortcoming in his heart.

"Father..." Seeing that his father's eyes were slightly red, Zhang Qiuchi was at a loss for a moment and could only bow: "I thank my father for his teachings over the years."

Zhang Luan shook his head.

To the eldest son, he was never a competent father.

After Miao's death, he had done some of the responsibilities his father deserved.

But in the past six or seven years, everyone has seen Qin Niang’s attention to Chi'er.

But in the final analysis, this child is worth it - this sentence was once said to him more than once.

"It's a pity that your mother and your second sister are not here today." Zhang Luan held back her tears and sighed with a smile.

Zhang Qiuchi's smile slightly condensed on his face.

The whole thing suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Luan came back to his senses and quickly remedyed: "Zhenzhen is now praying for your grandmother in a closed door, and she cannot see her with her own eyes."

As he said that, he said, "This matter is understandable. Don't be angry with your second sister."

A few days after Zhenzhen left, he found the letter she left in the study. In a hurry, he could only try his best to cover up the matter for his daughter at home.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to be alone - his mother was a bit too coincidental, but now he is just suspicious, and in order to prevent it, he guessed it wrong, so he dared not expose it with his mother.

"My second sister is filial, how could I be angry with her?" Zhang Qiuchi smiled and said, "And just now, the second sister has sent someone to send a message to congratulate her."

The person who came to pass the message was the eldest maid named Azhi in Yuyuan.

Under Azhi's calm appearance, there was a panic-heart hiding - one day she found that her girl was missing, but everyone said that her girl was praying for blessings behind closed doors.

In this situation, she had no choice but to follow the role.

Zhang Luan felt relieved when he heard this and nodded with a smile.

"This girl is the most idle on weekdays, and now she can't get along with such a bustle, so she can only watch it, afraid she will be anxious." He said jokingly: "Now I just hope that my mother's illness will be cured soon--"

"Zhenzhen is intentional this time - I'm just an ordinary headache, and it's rare that she has filial piety." Old Mrs. Zhang nodded with a smile, not saying much, just looking at her eldest son.

This brat is actually testing her, but what's the point of testing? Whoever acts well and whoever plays his own drama is enough - why, I have to spread it out to share my performance experience?

If she really breaks this window paper, would she still want her majestic, fair and unbiased image of her elder?

At this time, Zhang Jing said, "Brother, don't worry too much. I just went to see Zhenzhen yesterday. Through the half-open window, I watched her sitting in the room to copy scriptures from afar. She looked very calm. It is a good thing for a child to be filial, so let her go."

Zhang Luan was shocked: "..."

Yes, the one who dares to say the most is not him, but his second brother.

Even I even said such nonsense when I saw myself with my own eyes!

He only wanted to say three words about this kind of unscrupulous lying behavior - he learned it.

Zhang Jing's face was as calm as usual.

The niece never greeted him when she went out, nor left him a letter. The reason why he could connect to the concealed army was completely due to his keen insight and extraordinary self-consciousness.

He had to ask his niece to help after he said it in person. Such ignorant things were not something he could do.

Wow, as for the benefits and not benefits, it is too cold to say that the family is too cold. He did this purely because the elders are considerate and tolerant to the younger generation.

"I should ask someone to send a letter to the Song family as soon as possible, so that Qin Niang can learn about this happy event earlier." The old lady brought the topic back.

Zhang Luan responded with a smile.

In fact, he had already ordered Fan Jiu to do this on the way back from Liu's mansion.

After all, he never needs anyone to remind him about things related to his wife.

"Which family is from the living room in front of you?" the old lady asked casually.

Zhang Luan answered one by one.

But Zhang Qiuchi, who was standing beside him, seemed to have never heard of it.

He always felt that his father had missed something unexpectedly just now, and his second uncle seemed to be aware of his second sister...

The boy looked at the weak-faced old lady again.

“…”

To put it bluntly, their family should be very aware of the second sister's departure from home, but no one has ever broken it.

Looking at the family members who were smiling on their faces, he felt inexplicably that a group of people were invisibly competing for whose acting skills were more superb...

Is this hypocritical but extremely close family affection really real?

The young man felt a little confused.

...

Three days later, the wedding banquet was heard.

The new top scholar, Tanhua and the second-level three, were headed by the red robe, and took a horse to parade with a Jinshi. After the sacrifice at the Confucius Temple, they went to a banquet to meet Tianyan and drank with all the officials.

The ritual music sounds in the Danbao are slowly changing, and the chats and laughter are elegant and the wine is mixed.

And the handsome young top scholar with outstanding faces undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention at the banquet.

The great master Jixiao, who stood beside Emperor Zhaofeng, also cast a gaze at this time.
Chapter completed!