The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

He didn't say it, but Zhuo Fengxin said that you have shown it on your face, and it makes no difference whether you say it or not.

But there was no other way, Feng Ke's room was temporarily occupied by Zhou Xing.

Feng Ke explained: "A accountant under Mr. Lang has come and has no place to live for the time being. Housekeeper Wei arranged my room for him."

Zhuo Feng originally thought that Feng Ke had come over on his own initiative, but he finally bowed his head first, and as long as he said a soft word to coax him, he would immediately let him go down the steps.

In the end, Feng Ke explained it, Zhuo Feng heard these words that he was forced to come here, and he became even more angry.

He said: "My bed here is too small to fit two people."

Feng Ke paused, but he didn't refute the words. He knew that Zhuo Feng did it on purpose. After all, they had been sleeping in the same bed before his injury recovered.

So he skillfully took out the quilt from the cabinet, turned around and walked two steps before laying it on the floor.

Zhuo Feng watched his actions and couldn't help but said: "It's so cold on the ground, forget about freezing to death."

However, Feng Ke just kept his head silent, ignored him, and made the bed by himself.

Zhuo Feng became even more angry, this person came here specially to cure his temper!

"Hey!"

Feng Ke is making the bed.

"I'm calling you!"

Feng Ke was still making the bed.

Zhuo Feng was not in a good mood, and instead got off the warm blanket on the bed, without even wearing an outer shirt, came over and grabbed Feng Ke's arm which was making the bed.

"Are you deaf? Talking to you!"

Feng Ke finally looked up at him, turned around and said, "I don't call you hello."

"you!"

"If you don't want me to sleep here, I can go to Changlin's place to squeeze."

After Feng Ke finished speaking, he seemed to turn around and leave, Zhuo Feng grabbed his hand anxiously and said, "You are not allowed to leave!" He was also not allowed to sleep in another man's bed.

Feng Ke looked at him silently, but looked at his thin body under the underwear that seemed to tremble a little.

He turned around and went to the screen to pick up his coat and put it on him.

Zhuo Feng's body is said to have healed from the injuries, but it hasn't healed well after all. If it is infected with the wind and cold, it will be bad.

Zhuo Feng saw that he still cared about him very much, so he said awkwardly: "The bed is not small, haven't you slept in it before, come up quickly."

.........

Zhou Xing will stay here with Jiang Ziyan during this time, and when he goes to Lin'an next year, he will go with him.

This year is quite lively, Changlin Changhua has grown up a lot now, Changlin is fourteen this year, and Changhua is ten years old.

Changlin works in the brewery, and when he is free, he will read a book with Master Cen, that is, Mr. Ming Yuan.

Although it was a lot late to study the serious classics at this time, I didn't expect him to take the imperial examination to become a scholar. I just hoped that he would read more books and understand some principles of life.

As for the long paintings, there have been no women's schools in Wei since ancient times, and women with conditions in the family who want to read and write can only rely on teachers from the family to teach them.

Changhua saw that every time Changlin went to the west wing to read and write, she also went with him.

Mr. Mingyuan saw that the two of them were eager to learn, so he simply taught one and taught both of them, so it is better to teach them together.

Left and right are not as laborious as teaching Lin Zhao back then, so there is no need to worry so much.

Now that Chang Hua knows how to read books and settle accounts at a young age, he is now learning how to be a housekeeper from Butler Wei, saying that he will be a housekeeper in the future.

This year has been very lively, Zijun has also grown up, this year is four years old, just a fun age, but Mr. Mingyuan taught him to be rigid, like a miniature version of the old master.

Since the detonator/pipe was produced in Lin'an this year, Jiang Ziyan took this opportunity to buy some raw materials, changed the ratio of the materials, and made very beautiful fireworks.

Lin Zhao spent the New Year with Jiang Ziyan. On New Year's Eve, the two watched the New Year's Eve together. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, they went back to Prince Rong's Mansion together and had a reunion dinner with the old prince Rong.

At the dinner table, the old prince couldn't help talking about Jiang Yuan's previous post saying that he would come to visit.

The old prince said: "Ziyan, did your father misunderstand me?"

Jiang Ziyan:? ? ?

"What misunderstanding? My father came to visit you?"

"Yeah, even if not long after you went to Lin'an last time, your father came to visit with a big gift. I thought you told him about you and Zhao'er before, and he came to me to discuss your marriage. .”

Jiang Ziyan was confused, "Then what? What did my father say?"

"It's nothing, just a look of guilt, saying I'm sorry to the ancestors of our palace, and said a lot of things that are sorry to me, anyway, I didn't understand it very well, and I refused to keep him for dinner. , put down the gift and leave." The whole old prince was at a loss.

"...Guilty?" Jiang Ziyan couldn't figure out what his father was singing.

He carefully recalled the process of confessing to him that day, during which he repeatedly persuaded himself if he could choose another person to like. At that time, he thought it was because he didn't like Lin Zhao, so he persuaded him to give up.

At that time, he still wondered why he was not persuaded to give up liking men, but to change his liking to another man.

Now that I think about it carefully, maybe he felt guilty because of his son that he left Prince Rong's mansion without a descendant?

Jiang Ziyan thought about it, and only this logic could make sense of his father's strange behavior.

No way... What kind of brain circuit is his father doing?

Jiang Ziyan thought about it, but he had to go over tomorrow and ask for clarification.

The old prince said again: "It can be seen that your father is a very upright person. It is indeed Zi Xiao's father who gave birth to such a kind-hearted child like you."

Jiang Ziyan said in his heart that there was no relationship between the two, after all, the original owner had already died on the day he crossed over.

It was still early after dinner, so Lin Zhao took Jiang Ziyan's hand and went shopping in the street.

The first day of the lunar new year is the first day of the lunar new year. Every household is busy exchanging new peaches for old talismans. Lights are dancing in the sky. Many people are using Kongming lanterns to make wishes and pray for blessings. It is very lively.

That night, the two of them rested in Rongwang's mansion, and they went to Jiang Yuan's place after dinner the next day.

Before leaving, the old prince specially asked Steward Chen to prepare a big gift for Lin Zhao. After all, the in-laws-to-be got a big gift when they came to see him last time.

Now that both parties have confessed the relationship between the two children, Lin Zhao's trip is equivalent to going to meet the parents.

Early in the morning, Lin Zhao took a picture in front of the mirror and asked Jiang Ziyan, "Do you think I can still wear this?"

Jiang Ziyan couldn't help smiling, this was his fourth change of clothes, although it had been several years, but the weather was still cold, so he was not afraid of freezing after changing clothes so frequently.

"Okay, don't change. It's not that I haven't seen my father. Why are you dressed so solemnly this time? If I wasn't with you every day, I would have suspected that you were a fake."

Lin Zhao patted some folds on his sleeves, and said, "I just didn't expect you to tell our father about our relationship so early. Isn't that equivalent to giving me a title? Besides, this is after you confessed. , it’s the first time I see our father, so naturally I have to be more solemn and make a good impression.”

Jiang Ziyan was dumbfounded when he heard that, since when did this man become so thick-skinned, our father even called him on.

"Don't change, just this one. You are already handsome and have a good figure, so naturally you look good in anything."

But Lin Zhao said, "I don't believe it, you never praised me seriously."

Jiang Ziyan said helplessly: "My Azhao is so handsome, the tree is facing the wind, everyone loves it, and the flowers bloom when they see it, is it alright?"

Lin Zhao smiled and rolled his eyes. He rarely smiled so brightly, which made Jiang Ziyan unable to move his eyes away for a while.

"It's getting late, let's go, I sent someone to tell my father yesterday that we will go there today, don't make him wait."

The two of them rode a carriage all the way to Changyu Street, and at the end of the turn, there was an alley, and the third house from the back to the front of the alley was the Jiang Mansion where Jiang Yuan lived now.

As soon as the coachman got down and knocked, the door opened.

Seeing that Jiang Ziyan was coming, the servant at the porter hurriedly greeted him: "Young master, please come in quickly, I was expecting you to come. The master told me yesterday that you would come here today. The younger one was here early in the morning. waiting."

"You've worked hard."

"Whether it's hard work or hard work, it's what the little one should do. The little one will take you here, and the coachman will follow me."

This was Lin Zhao's first visit to Jiang Yuan's house, and he was a little nervous about the mentality of some son-in-law seeing his father-in-law.

The servants announced that Jiang Ziyan was coming, and Jiang Yuan hurried out of the house. As soon as he walked into the yard, he saw two figures at the front door walking towards him.

One of them was his son, whom he still knew.The other handsome man was probably the precious grandson of Lord Rong.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Lin Zhao cupped his fists with one hand and covered it with the other, and gave a military salute.

Jiang Yuan was a little flattered. As the eldest son of Fang Rong's mansion, he, the second son of the fallen Marquis's mansion, also had to salute.

But when the other party saw him, he saluted him first, Jiang Yuan knew it well, guessed that this was a gift from the junior to the elder, and was very satisfied, at least the other party knew the etiquette.

"Your Majesty, you are welcome, come in and sit down."

Yesterday I knew that the two of them were coming, today I asked Suixin to prepare the best tea.

There was warm charcoal burning in the room. Jiang Ziyan sat on the couch as soon as he entered the room. The left and right were his father's house, that is, his own house. Lin Zhao was not an outsider, but just a home-cooked meal, so there was no need to be so disciplined.

He simply took off his shoes, turned over on the couch, and took out a small blanket from the side to cover his legs.

It's still warm.

Seeing his proficient movements, Jiang Yuan knew that he had done a lot like this.

He wanted to scold him for not being polite, but after all, he was his son, and it was too late for him to feel distressed, so he was even more reluctant to say it.

So he just said lightly on his face: "Ziyan, you child is really out of place, and there are guests here, what are you talking about?"

Before Jiang Ziyan could speak, Lin Zhao said, "Uncle Jiang, don't blame him, I'm used to it. He's afraid of the cold, so it's comfortable to stay like this."

Jiang Yuan was very happy to hear that he defended his son so much.

Unexpectedly, this son of the upstart in the capital would not have the slightest airs, he was considerate to his son in every way, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Eyes can't deceive people, he is a person who has experienced it, and he can tell whether the other party is sincere or false at a glance.

Jiang Yuan nodded secretly in his heart, this son-in-law is not bad.

"My lord, can you play chess?"

"know a bit."

"Why don't you play a game of chess with me?"

"The junior should do his best." This is the agreement.

Jiang Ziyan nestled on the couch, eating melon seeds and watching them play chess.

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