Shen You has never figured this out, and Shen Jia can't figure it out either.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jia suddenly felt guilty. He touched his nose and coughed: "When my salary is paid this month, I will pay it back immediately."
Shen You has heard this statement countless times. He has never taken it seriously. He just used it to silence Shen Jia.
Shen You didn't say anything, and Shen Jia sighed with envy: "That day in Pingjiang Mansion, my grandmother gave you a generous meeting gift. After returning to the capital, His Highness King Yan rewarded you with a lot of gold and silver. Now you are also a rich man. .”
In the past, their brothers were a pair of paupers, but now the only pauper left was himself.
So sad!
Shen Jia secretly felt sad about her empty wallet and looked at Shen You with hopeful eyes: "What does the long knife you like look like and how much is it? Why don't you buy two together and lend me one? One use?”
Shen You: "..."
Instead of borrowing money, he directly "borrowed" weapons.
Shen You glanced at Shen Jia speechlessly.
Shen Jia's eyes lit up and he grinned: "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if you agreed!" She hugged Shen You's neck affectionately and said, "You are indeed my good brother. My brother's love for you is not in vain. "
Shen You couldn't do anything to Shen Jia and said casually: "I'll go to the kitchen to find something to eat."
Shen Jia immediately smiled and said: "You must be tired after being out for half a day. Please sit down quickly. I will run to the kitchen for you." He went out quickly.
Apart from being too cruel in spending money, he is indeed a good brother!
Shen You smiled helplessly, reached out and took out the contents of the secret bag.
This is a long and narrow delicate brocade box. The brocade box is inlaid with sparkling gems.
Shen You looked at the brocade box, thought of something, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Fourth brother! I'm back!" Shen Jia's voice sounded outside the door. Shen You immediately stuffed the brocade box under his pillow and responded nonchalantly.
…
Feng Mansion.
This spring day, the Feng family has a series of happy events.
First, Feng Wenyan made an appointment to get married.
Feng Wenyan "lived up to expectations" and failed again in last year's scholar examination. No matter how disappointed Zhou was, she knew that her son's marriage could no longer be delayed. Her husband, who was an official outside, could not count on her, so she begged in front of her parents-in-law.
Feng Shilang was also very disappointed with his eldest grandson. He recalled that back then, he won the Jinshi exam before he was twenty. Among the three sons he gave birth to, the worst one also won the Juren exam. As a result, when he arrived at his grandson, his qualifications were mediocre and he was not even a scholar. Failed the exam.
It is impossible to hire a noble girl.
Feng Shilang made the decision and decided for Feng Wenyan to be the second daughter of Lin Jijiu of the Imperial College. The Imperial Jijijiu of the Imperial College was a fourth-rank official and came from a noble and scholarly family, so she was a close match with the Feng family.
Feng Wenyan is already eighteen this year, and his wedding date is set for August.
Feng Shaolan's marriage was also decided in the spring to Tao Heng, Zhou's aunt and nephew. This second son of the Tao family was quite talented in reading. He was famous for being a civil servant at the age of seventeen. He might be able to pass the Jinshi examination at a young age.
Feng Shaolan's future mother-in-law is her biological aunt, and her future husband-in-law is a young and talented person. Such a good marriage brings great comfort to the Zhou family.
Everyone in the Feng family was very happy about these two happy events, but the only one who felt sour and unhappy was Yao.
Seeing that the Zhou family's two sons and daughters are getting married well, the two brothers, Feng Shaozhu and Feng Wenhao, have not yet settled down.
Yao babbled twice in front of Feng Wei. Feng Wei couldn't bear to hear this: "The marriage of their brothers and sisters is decided by their father and mother, so you don't need to worry about it."
Yao was choked badly and felt sulky, but there was nothing she could do.
Feng Wei wrote poems and drank with a bunch of literati all day long, and refused to seek an official position. He didn't care about his children's marriage. With such an unreliable biological father, Feng Wenhao and Feng Wenzhu had no choice but to rely on Feng Shilang for their marriage.
Fortunately, Feng Shilang was born with a snobbish eye for wealth, and would look down on people whose family status was too low. Even for marriage, he would carefully plan for his grandchildren.
The Feng family seems to have forgotten that there is another Miss Feng San.
On this day, Shilang Feng returned home and said to Mrs. Feng: "Young Master is about to get a hairpin. She usually lives in Pingjiang Mansion, and the wedding ceremony must be handled by the Feng family."
Mrs. Feng snorted and picked up a letter from the table: "I was about to tell the master. This is a letter from the Cui family. Master, please read it yourself!"
Feng Shilang opened the letter, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.
"Now that the Cui family has climbed up to Prince Yan's Mansion, it can be regarded as prestigious." Mrs. Feng sneered and said, "Look at what is written in this letter. Feng Shaojun was infected with cold a few days ago and it is inconvenient to rush back to Beijing."
"Who are you lying to with these ghostless lies? Why is it that the beautiful weather in spring is infected with wind and cold? It is obvious that Feng Shaojun is staying in Pingjiang Mansion."
"That's alright. Our descendants of the Feng family are prosperous, and there is no shortage of Feng Shaojun. If the Cui family doesn't want to let him go, just let them go!"
Mrs. Feng didn't want to see Feng Shaojun at all.
Feng Shilang stroked his beard, thought for a while and said, "Send someone to deliver the dress and hairpins to Pingjiang Mansion. Then send some money."
Mrs. Feng was not happy: "The Cui family has a lot of money, why do we, the Feng family, need to worry about it."
In the past few years, the Cui family had always supported Feng Shaojun, and Feng Shilang had never thought of providing money. Why should he be so generous now?
Shilang Feng's face turned cold and he glanced at Mrs. Feng: "As a woman sees it! Just do as I tell you!"
Can it be the same now as before?
Through Shen You, the Cui family got into Prince Yan's palace. Privately, they gave up half of their family property and dedicated it to Prince Yan. Now, Prince Yan has begun to supervise the country's governance, and is not far away from establishing a heir apparent. The Cui family will have more changes in the future.
Furthermore, it is quite possible to become an imperial merchant.
Feng Shaojun is willing to stay in the Cui family, so let her do it.
Anyway, Feng Shaojun’s surname is Feng, and he is a descendant of his bloodline, Feng Ping. No one can change this ironclad fact.
Mrs. Feng was not angry, but she did not dare to disobey Shilang Feng, so she reluctantly agreed.
…
The steward of the Feng family went to Pingjiang Mansion with generous gifts.
Mrs. Xu personally met with the manager of the Feng family and thanked her very politely.
As for Miss Feng San, she was still "sick" and had been resting in her boudoir without coming out to see anyone. The manager of the Feng family had to return to Beijing to resume her duties.
The days flew by and it was the fourth day of May.
On this day, "Xiao Xi" from Prince Qin's Mansion took leave and left the Prince of Qin's Mansion through the back door. Then she quietly went to Eunuch Yang's private residence, changed her face, and then returned to Cui's residence.
In order to deceive others, Zheng's mother and Ji Xiang returned to Pingjiang Mansion, leaving only a few servants to guard the house.
Feng Shaojun deliberately went around to the back door and showed the pair of cards left by Zheng's mother to the old lady guarding the door. Then the old lady guarding the door opened the door.
Feng Shaojun entered the courtyard with brisk steps.
The handsome young man in dark blue military uniform stood quietly, his face like winter ice and snow.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and footsteps, in an instant, the young man's brows felt like a spring breeze blowing, and a smile appeared in his brows.
