major general

The winter sun is like a man's broken sleeve--but it's not useful.

Zilin woke up early, thinking about the old lady's sleepless night, so she got up and made a pot of calming tea for her.

There is no incense in the house, only the smell of incense from worshiping Buddha.The old lady set up a small Buddhist hall at home. Whenever the son of the family went to the battlefield, she would go to burn incense and worship Buddha every morning, and recite scriptures for an hour.

After getting up, the old lady looked at Zi Lin and said, "Fu Jijiu didn't come to the house yesterday, right, that was my dream, right?"

Zilin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Master Jijiu came yesterday and saw you before leaving, and said that the young master has agreed to the marriage, and I hope the old lady can get ready and come to propose marriage as soon as possible."

The old lady gasped, closed the curtain with a swish, lay down and muttered, "I'm still dreaming, I'm still dreaming."

Zilin looked at the old lady, and knew that she would not be able to accept it for a while, so she went back to the house and took the letter in the jewelry box, handed it to the old lady, and said, "Do you still remember this letter?"

The old lady turned her back and refused to open her eyes.

Zilin sat helplessly on the footstool, pinched the old lady's waist, and said, "Didn't you decide not to object to their relationship after reading this letter from Lord Jijiu? Now it's not the young master marrying, but the young master marrying the old lady." Come back, why are you so unhappy?"

The old lady sighed, took the letter and opened it.

The letter was sent by Fu Xiaoyu, but not written by Fu Xiaoyu.

The opening sentence: Dear my wife.

The old lady knew that it was written by her husband, General Zhen Guo.

It is no longer a day or two for the emperor to worry about the high status and power of the Wen family. The old general knew that he would not be able to keep Wen Le, so he naturally started planning.

There are only two ways to control them. One is to find an excuse to kill Wen Le, causing them to rebel directly, and the emperor just took their military power from the beginning to the end.

This method is definitely not going to work, if he could do it, he would have picked up his mother's position as soon as possible, isn't it because he didn't have anyone under him.

The second is to let Wen Le become his own. As long as Wen Le marries a princess, his Wen family will be tightly tied to the emperor. He is a relative of the royal family for a lifetime and cannot be washed away.

The old general figured out a way to marry Wen Le with someone he knew well first.

Before Emperor Wen took office, he was far away in the fiefdom of Liuzhou, so he didn't know that Emperor Wu was delighted with Fu Xiaoyu's writing and ink, and his general Zhenguo was no exception.

The old general spent half a month coming back from Saibei, avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, found Fu Xiaoyu, and expressed his thoughts.

The next day, Fu Xiaoyu took the letter to General Zhen Guo's residence.

The old lady closed her eyes and said softly, "Lele, you're only fifteen..."

On the battlefield, he also suppressed bandits, and killed wolves with a group of half-sized men.

The old generals sighed, saying that there are two grandsons in the family, the eldest is a handsome man who deduces the art of war and formation, while the second is a general who is suitable for leading troops to fight, and he will go straight to Huanglong.

Zi Lin recalled that when Wen Le came back, she was full of hostility, got off the horse and glanced at the boy next to her, she was so frightened that she almost knelt down and bowed down.He was followed by a hundred private soldiers, lined up neatly, each of them seemed to have grown up eating human flesh, seeing no living things in their eyes.

Zilin also stayed outside the Great Wall, so she knows that this place sharpens people's minds.A good man should defend his family and the country, but Zilin still hopes that the second young master will always be pure and clean, even if he can't play guns and sticks, it doesn't matter, just like his name, he will live his life happily .

The old lady sighed, sat up with support, and said, "Go and call Wen Le over."

"Yes, old lady."

Zhen Guo Mansion advocates frugality, how many people there are, how many people eat food, don't waste and don't leave food.

Wen Le drank two bowls of porridge, but couldn't take it anymore. He sat and gnawed on the fried cake, his mouth bulging badly.

The old lady watched him eat, and said with a smile: "Look at your mouthful, you don't look like a young gentleman."

Wen Le swallowed hastily, and let Zi Lin wipe his mouth for him, and said: "Grandma, this is at home, you can just let me do it. You don't know that in the palace, eating is difficult, and the chopsticks are placed in the bowl. If there is any noise on the floor, Bo Yan will have to keep an eye on it for a while."

The old lady heard him talk about the life in the palace, suddenly interjected a word and asked: "Fu Xiaoyu came to ask me to come to ask for marriage, what do you think?"

"Cough—" Wen Le choked on a big mouthful.

Zilin on the side quickly poured water and patted his back.

After finally slowing down, Wen Le looked at the eyes of the old lady, and felt that his mind seemed to have nothing to hide. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He took the last bite of the fried cake and muttered: "I listen to grandma. .”

After speaking, he slipped away like a gust of wind.

The old lady raised her eyebrows, twiddled the beads for a while, and said: "Let the six sons buy some things that should be bought, and pick a good time to come to ask for marriage."

Zilin responded, cleared the plates on the table and went down.

Some families are happy and some are sad, Zhen Guo Mansion is preparing things for marriage proposals, but Fu Mansion is not as peaceful as it used to be.

Wu Moxiang's power has been stripped clean, and she has been decadent for several days.Her eldest maid persuaded Wu Moxiang for a few days before she could figure it out.

It is said that the child is the rock on which the mother holds a position in the mansion. Wu Moxiang wanted a position so much that she forgot that her hiding place was not the child, but her husband.

In this family, as long as Fu Sheng is not dead, even if Fu Xiaoyu ascends to heaven, he still has to call out to Fu Sheng in front of him.

After Wu Moxiang figured it out, she dressed up and picked flowers with the maid at the entrance of the courtyard, and happened to bump into Fu Sheng who was coming home.

Wu Moxiang is the standard Xiaojiabiyu appearance, as long as it is done properly, it can always arouse the most secret desire for protection in a man's heart.She has lost a lot of weight during this period, and she is wearing light-colored clothes. There is only a jasper hairpin on her head, which makes her look delicate and beautiful, not much different from the first time she saw Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng let go, saying that if he wants to marry Fu Xiaoyu's mother, he can spend a lot of money on the dowry.In order to make his beloved stepmother happy, he can naturally hand over the power that is rarely returned.

Fu Sheng knew about the intrigue in the mansion, but he didn't care. He didn't mind Wu Moxiang flattering himself in order to gain power that he didn't even care about.

When Fu Xiaoyu heard the news, he was playing chess with Mrs. Fu.Fu Che was waiting on the side, poking his head to watch the two play chess.

"Brother made a mistake! You should go here!"

Mrs. Fu frowned, she watched chess without saying a word, she is a real gentleman, this Fu Che is cute and smart, but it is really difficult to be elegant.

Fu Xiaoyu on the side didn't think so, and moved the chess where Fu Che pointed, and said, "Che'er knows how to play chess?"

Fu Che nodded with a smile, hugged Mrs. Fu's arm, and said, "Grandma taught me by hand, I may be better than my brother in chess now!"

"Just brag, be careful to blow the cowhide and make grandma laugh!"

"Grandma won't laugh at me!"

Mrs. Fu watched her grandson and granddaughter talking, smiled and shook her head, thinking that it would be nice to have children and grandchildren by her side.Furthermore, although Fu Che doesn't have the demeanor of those great ladies, he has a refined jade in the rough. It's not the kind of beauty that is exquisitely carved, but it needs to be savored and pondered carefully to discover her beauty.

While talking, Ma Cheng came in from the outside, and after saluting, he told Fu Xiaoyu about Fu Sheng giving Wu Moxiang the power of housekeeper in the mansion.

Fu Xiaoyu turned around and told the old lady with a half-smile.

He doesn't mind letting others know that he has something to keep in this mansion.Mrs. Fu doesn't even care. Shopping malls are like battlefields, changing rapidly, and this home is even more so.

Mrs. Fu shook her head and said, "This Fu Sheng..."

She thought, and gave up on the attack again.Fu Xiaoyu has already entered an official position, so it is impossible for her to inherit the family business.Although Wu Moxiang, the stepwife, is petty, his son Fu Guang is different, and he will be raised as an heir in the future. He is too harsh on his mother, and it is inevitable that the child will feel angry.

Fu Che didn't know about these family affairs, so he took the position of the old lady, and while supporting Fu Xiaoyu to think, he quietly moved the chess pieces.

Without raising her head, Fu Xiaoyu tapped Fu Che's wrist with her fan, saying, "Where did you come from, that little thief?"

Fu Che was slapped straight, and complained to the old lady while clutching his wrist, saying, "Grandma, look at my brother, he doesn't hurt Che'er at all. Che'er will make milk cakes for grandma later."

Mrs. Fu's last bit of anxiety was also dispelled by her well-behaved and sensible granddaughter. She rubbed her wrist with a smile and said, "Okay, let's eat, and don't leave rations for your brother."

Fu Xiaoyu sighed, and said: "Women are united with the enemy, and I really have no status here."

There was constant laughter in the room, Ma Cheng quietly went out, and saw Fu Guang outside the courtyard saluting.

Fu Guang has not been close to his grandmother since he was a child, but he also yearns for the love of his family.

I got the compliment from my master today, and I couldn't wait to find Mrs. Fu, hoping to get the other party's compliment.But when he got closer and heard the laughter, he felt it was extremely harsh, so he left in a hurry without saying a word.

Ma Cheng looked at his back, withdrew his gaze, and stood guard at the door.

A group of servants and maids cleaned and tidied up, but none of them dared to look up at the big red man beside the young master.

He He went into the courtyard with a steamed bun, took a step forward, and saw Ma Cheng, the god of death, stepped forward and said, "I have some gossip, I can't present it to the young master, but we can still gossip, don't you listen?" ?”

Ma Cheng raised his eyes, and the people in the yard immediately packed up their things and left.

He He took half a step forward, and whispered a few words in Ma Cheng's ear.

Ma Cheng's eyes widened, and he said, "Really? The maid of Zhen Guo Mansion is asking the matchmaker?"

When he came back to the door, the man had to bring a matchmaker, and waited for the other party's consent to proceed.Hehe met Zilin once, and he kept a little bit of an eye to inquire who it was, only then did he know that the one he accidentally rescued was the eldest maid of the Zhenguo Mansion.

I saw the other party on the way to buy steamed buns today, followed for a long time, and found that the other party asked several matchmakers in succession.

In the town of Guofu, everything has to be the best, let alone a matchmaker.

Those matchmakers who deserved the title were all questioned by Zi Lin.

Hehe didn't dare to get too close, for fear that the guards next to him would know.After buying the steamed buns, he hurried back, waiting to gossip with Ma Cheng in advance.

The two discussed a few words in a low voice, and Ma Cheng suddenly sighed.

He He looked at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Ma Cheng frowned and said, "I'm thinking, if the master gets married, which one of us is suitable as a dowry maid?"

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The author says:

He He: Stop coveting my beauty!