Da Feng is nearly forty years old, dressed simply, and has a few crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
There is no need to ask whether a person's life is comfortable or not. Mr. Feng's face is rosy and his eyes are smiling, and you can tell at a glance that he is living a good life.
Uncle Shen Mao is tall and strong, with a dark face and sharp eyes. His right hand is habitually placed on his waist. This is a habit unique to military commanders who are accustomed to holding the handle of a sword.
There are two young men beside Da Feng. One is about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing an azure military uniform. He is tall and strong, with a slightly dark complexion, thick eyebrows and big eyes, just like a young tree that has just grown, exuding vigorous vitality.
vitality.
It is Shen Jia, the youngest son of Shen Maoda Feng.
Another young man, about the same age as Shen Jia, was wearing dark blue military uniform.
The young man has a slender figure, as tall as a bamboo. He has thick eyebrows, a pair of deep black eyes with a cold light, and his thin lips are slightly pursed under the straight bridge of his nose.
There is a coldness in the handsomeness.
Taking a look at it, I felt an inexplicable chill in my heart.
It seemed like a ferocious beast with its fangs retracted. It was still a little green at this time, but it already had a terrifying coldness and cruelty.
It seems careless, but the next moment it may show its sharp claws and tear the prey into pieces.
A few years later, Shen You, the powerful commander of the Imperial Guards of Da Qi, who had gained the trust of the new emperor and gained the trust of the new emperor, was now just a down-and-out young man who was dependent on others.
Feng Shaojun narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled out a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Commander Shen, long time no see!
Young Shen You was keenly aware of two eyes looking at him, and looked over calmly.
Their eyes touched slightly in the air.
The figure of a beautiful and graceful girl comes into view, standing gracefully like a hibiscus. Her black eyes are bright, her eyes are like water, her lips are slightly raised, and her smile is sweet, like a clear spring, gurgling into people's hearts.
This is the cousin of the Feng family who has not been back home for more than ten years.
Why does she look at him strangely?
It's like watching an old friend reunited after a long separation.
Before tonight, they had never met.
Shen You frowned slightly and took a deep look at Feng Shaojun.
His right wrist tightened and was firmly grasped by a familiar hand. An excited voice sounded in his ears: "Fourth brother, that is Shaojun's cousin who just returned home. I will take you to meet her."
It's my cousin Shen Jia.
The vigorous fifteen-year-old young man's eyes almost lit up when he saw his beautiful cousin. This is how a normal young man should react when he sees a beauty.
As for him, his heart was as cold as water, calm and calm, and he even felt inexplicably vigilant and wary.
So, he must have always been the abnormal one!
Shen You twitched his lips in a self-deprecating tone and lowered his voice to remind: "Be more restrained, don't lose your etiquette."
Shen Jia glanced at Shaojun's cousin again, her young heart pounding, and she nodded randomly in response.
Da Feng gave birth to three sons. The eldest son and the second son have all grown up. One is working as an errand in the Jinyi Guardhouse in Jiangnan, and the other has entered the palace as a Jinyi Guard.
Shen Jia is the youngest son, and he is the most pampered. He is still raised by his side even when he is fifteen years old.
Shen You is the posthumous son of Shen Mao's late brother Shen Rong.
The Shen family is a hereditary Jinyiwei. Shen Rong was the top master in the Jinyiwei at that time. He had few rivals for his embroidered spring knife. Emperor Long'an appointed Shen Rong to be the commander of King Yan's personal soldiers. King Yan valued Shen Rong very much, and Princess Yan held Shen Rong in high regard.
He also betrothed his adopted sister Jiang Xue to Shen Rong as his wife.
Later, King Yan was assassinated, and Shen Rong died to protect King Yan.
The King of Yan gave Shen Rong a rich burial and rewarded him with a large sum of money as a pension.
But no matter how much money he received, Shen Rong would never survive.
News of the death reached the Shen family. In grief, Jiang gave birth to her son Shen You prematurely.
Jiang kept her husband's filial piety for three years, remarried and left the Shen family. Shen You, who was only three years old, lived with his second uncle and second aunt.
Shen Mao was busy with errands all day long and had very little time at home. Mrs. Feng was kind-hearted and took good care of her nephew Shen You. She had the same food, clothing and daily life as Shen Jia. She often brought her with her when she went to Feng's house on weekdays. Shen You came back together.
Shen Jia was born in May, and Shen You was born in June. The two cousins are only one month apart. They grew up together and have a deep relationship, as close as brothers.
Shen Jiaxing hurriedly pulled his cousin Shen You forward and bowed to the elders first.
Feng Shilang was very fond of this honest and lively grandson, and asked with a smile: "In two months, it will be your fifteenth birthday. If you want any gifts, tell my grandfather."
Shen Jia grinned and said without any courtesy: "I want a horse!"
A fine horse costs at least several hundred taels of silver, which is enough to buy dozens of acres of fertile land.
This little bastard needs an outlet!
Mrs. Feng didn't want to see the elder Feng, and she also disliked this unrelated grandson in every possible way. She curled her lips when she heard this, and was about to speak when Shilang Feng already smiled and responded: "Okay! When the time comes, grandpa will give you a good horse." horse!"
Shen Jia was overjoyed, cupped his hands and thanked: "Thank you, grandpa."
Mrs. Feng snorted coldly in her heart.
Shen You cupped his hands and saluted: "I have met my grandfather."
Shen You was raised by the eldest Feng family. He went in and out of the Feng family with the Feng family since he was a child. He followed Shen Jia in calling everyone in the Feng family.
Feng Shilang smiled and nodded slightly, and said casually: "I haven't seen you for a few months, and you have grown a lot taller."
Not only has he grown taller, but his appearance has become more and more handsome. Unfortunately, he has a gloomy temperament, is too thoughtful, and rarely smiles. In the eyes of the elders, he is not as lovable as the lively and cheerful Shen Jia who has no intention to live in the city.
After meeting her elders, Shen Jia couldn't wait to drag Shen You to her cousins and greet them warmly. From time to time, her eyes would drift to Feng Shaojun, who was smiling on his lips.
Shen You nodded to everyone as usual and never spoke unless necessary.
Feng Shaolan secretly took a look at the unrivaledly handsome young man, feeling an inexplicable heat behind his ears, and quickly lowered his eyes.
Feng Shaozhu was very close to Shen Jia. He smiled and walked forward, saying coquettishly: "Cousin Jia, you haven't been here for several months. What are you busy with these days?"
Shen Jia forced out a frown and grimaced: "Forget it. In another half month, the Jinyiwei recruitment competition will begin. My father keeps me in the house to practice martial arts every day. Don't leave the house. I barely have time to sleep. Already."
Feng Shaozhu was so amused that he burst into laughter.
A smile flashed in Shen You's black eyes.
Shen Jia was exaggerating, but in fact he was always lazy when practicing martial arts. Every time he fought, he would scream and admit defeat after being unable to hold out for thirty moves.
Shen Jia absent-mindedly chatted with Feng Shaozhu for a few words, and finally came to Feng Shaojun, her eyes sparkling: "You must be Shaojun's cousin! I am Shen Jia, the third in line, so you call me Cousin Jia."
Feng Shaojun smiled and bowed: "I've met Cousin Jia."
The voice is sweet, light and soft.
Shen Jia's ears were a little itchy, and a dark red appeared on his slightly dark face. He responded with a smile, and pulled Shen You beside him and stepped forward: "This is my fourth brother Shen You."
Feng Shaojun smiled slightly and his eyes fell on Shen You's face: "Cousin You."
