It wasn't until yesterday that Fei Qian finally understood why Huang Chengyan and Huang Yueying's attitudes were a little weird. It turned out that Huang Yueying was going to Bingzhou with him! No wonder my father-in-law had been eating firecrackers in the past two days, and he seemed to be distraught when looking at him.
It's pleasing to the eye, but it's not pleasing to the eye either.
Fei Qian tried some persuasion, but when he saw that the Huang family was resolute, he said nothing more, because no matter what angle Fei Qian said, whether he was welcome or not, it was hard to talk about it. Anyway, he felt a bit like a human being.
.
However, it can be seen that Huang Chengyan is really reluctant to let go of Huang Yueying, but he has no choice. Even if he doesn't follow Fei Qian to Bingzhou this time, will he stay in the Huang Family Yin Yin for the rest of his life?
So although I was reluctant to give up after all, I still ran around in the end to buy a lot of things for Huang Yueying, and packed six baggage trucks...
Of course, there were nearly three hundred craftsmen of all sizes accompanying them, which suddenly expanded Fei Qian's team a lot.
Not only that, Cai Xi, the head of the Cai family, sent another two hundred archers to join Fei Qian's team for some unknown reason.
Although Liu Biao did not come in person, he sent Cai Zhong to bring ten baggage trucks filled with grain, grass, and various equipment, as a way of seeing Fei Qian off, or as a way of thanking Fei Qian for his previous assistance.
Fei Qian naturally accepted all of these things without ceremony.
Today we officially returned to Jingxiang. At the gate of Huang Jiayin Yard, Fei Qian was naturally under Huang Chengyan's ferocious eyes and heavy saliva. He repeatedly patted his chest and promised again and again, which finally made Huang Chengyan feel a little calmer.
In the end, I shed tears and said goodbye.
After walking for a while, Fei Qian looked back at the vague figure on the hill next to the Huang Family Hermitage. He knew in his heart that it must be his father-in-law, Huang Chengyan, who was looking up from the mountain. He couldn't help but sigh slightly, grabbed the horse, kicked off the horse, and then
Say goodbye again...
Huang Yueying also came out of the carriage, and knelt down side by side with Fei Qian to Huang Chengyan in the distance. Then she burst into tears and came down again. She quickly covered her face, lowered her head, and hid back in the carriage.
The poor hearts of parents all over the world seem to be the same in ancient and modern times.
Fei Qian straightened up, feeling a little dazed. Although Huang Chengyan was probably here to see his daughter off today, Fei Qian saw in him the future generations. When he was in college, after he got on the train, his parents lingered and did not leave, even if they were
The train has started and has gone far away, but it is still on the platform, watching from a distance...
Alas, only family love is the most true between heaven and earth, but it is a pity that the parents in future generations and Uncle Fu here...
Fei Qian was somewhat unmotivated. After bowing for a long time, he got on his horse and continued to move forward.
Although the main goal was achieved this time, other gains were not. Yesterday, I went to Lushan to meet Pang Degong to bid farewell. The group of guys at the foot of the mountain knew that he was leaving, and they did not express their opinions or say anything. They seemed to be avoiding it.
, which made Fei Qian very embarrassed.
Three visits to the thatched cottage also requires the bastards on both sides to look at the green beans and make eye contact. Otherwise, not to mention three visits, even thirty visits may not be able to solve the problem. Zhuge had no choice at that time, and Yuan and Yuan left the field to receive the lunch box, and Cao Cao had a deep hatred.
, those hammers in Soochow only know how to fight in the nest all day long, Liu Biao is about to die, who else can you choose?
Huang Zhong really agreed to move the whole family to the hermitage. In this way, Huang Zhong could ensure that at least Huang Chengyan himself would not encounter any great danger. Fei Qian had also met Huang Zhong's son.
It seems that there is a slight improvement compared to before. If I can recover for a while and my body slowly recovers, the disease will probably be almost cured.
I just feel a little pity.
Fei Qian rode his horse slowly, followed the team, and walked forward along the pipe. He walked forward for about five or six miles. Suddenly, he saw several people sitting on the ground outside the bamboo forest in front of him.
, the figure seems a bit familiar...
After walking a few steps further, Fei Qian's eyes widened a lot. Aren't these Pang Tong, Xu Shu, Zao Zhi and Tai Shi Ming? Why did they come here?
Fei Qian grabbed the horse's belly and hurried forward.
"You...why are you here?" Fei Qian was surprised and happy.
Pang Tong shook his big head and said seriously: "Big Water Fish, you are so insincere in asking us to come out. Let's not talk about sending tens of thousands of gold to spend, or else we can buy hundreds of pieces of fine silk and satin."
Come on, if we can't send you ten or eight beauties, we will reluctantly accept it. How can there be such an ignorant guy!"
When Fei Qian was told by Pang Tong, the expression on his face first looked like a capitalized word "囧", and then he reacted, laughed and approached Pang Tong, and said: "Oh, is that so? Little silly bird, come on, tell me
What do you want?"
Pang Tong stood up calmly, hid behind Xu Shu, and said, "If you have something to say, please speak it carefully... That Huang Gong is really willing to give up. It is said that the yellow-haired girl also went north together this time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the car behind: "Black boy, who are you talking about?"
Pang Tong became silent instantly, his eyes rolled around, and he didn't know if he was muttering something in his heart.
The carriage was half-opened, Huang Yueying got out of the car, then bowed to several people, then returned to the carriage and walked forward, leaving the space here to these people.
Xu Shu chuckled and said, "Actually, I have been planning to go north for a long time, but someone just said that I wanted to give Zhonglang a surprise..." Zao Zhi and Tai Shiming next to him both laughed similarly.
surprise?
Well, I was really surprised and happy...
Fei Qian couldn't help but glare at Pang Tong again.
"Yuan Zhi, Zijing, Zijian, I would be very grateful to have the three of you helping me..." Fei Qian straightened his clothes and bowed, "Please accept Qian's bow!"
Xu Shu and the others hurriedly stepped forward to help Fei Qian up, then each took a step back, and also bowed down and said, "I, my concubine (Zi, Ming), pay my respects to my lord!"
Fei Qian's excited eyes were watery, and he quickly stepped forward to help the three of them up, and said: "We are all brothers, so don't be too different. Just call me by my name."
Xu Shu cupped his hands and said seriously: "Etiquette distinguishes between superior and inferior, and cannot be abolished."
Then Zao Zhi and Tai Shiming also stood aside very seriously, making Fei Qian extremely embarrassed. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked at this, looked at that, and after a while he said: "Ah, can you?"
It has to be like this. If you do this, I don’t even know what to say..."
Pang Tong came out from behind Xu Shu. He was small and chuckled, but he patted Xu Shu on the shoulder like a boss and said, "I'm right, Big Water Fish...it's pretty good after all."
...Come, come, I am willing to admit defeat..."
You Pang Tong, you are betting on me again! Fei Qian was so angry that his nose was a little crooked...
Allusion reminder from the previous chapter:
The pen, in the Han Dynasty, was mostly used with knives, but also with writing brushes. The writing brush had a sharp edge, so it was said to be a pen, but it was actually a metaphor for military affairs...
Then Mo, there is a saying called conformity, so it is a metaphor for political affairs...
