Mrs. Wang listened to her subordinates' report and remained calm.
After Zhang Fu came back, he called people over and asked.
"Mom, maybe I was too tired a few years ago, so I wanted to go out and relax."
Wang glanced at him and nodded: "Then when you arrive at Wu Mansion tomorrow, you can have a meal and then go back. Don't sit for a long time."
"Mom, I won't go tomorrow."
"You're not going? Will Wu make trouble with you?"
"The Wu family can't be considered serious relatives." Zhang Fu spoke calmly.
Mrs. Wang looked at him with some surprise. Although Ms. Wu did not have a royal title, who wouldn't call her the Duke's Wife? The Wu family was not considered a serious relative.
Zhang Jie has been raised until he is eleven years old. He is the only legitimate son who will be the next Duke of the country. Why don't you give Jie'er and give some face to the Wu family?
Zhang Fu didn't say much. He just said he was tired and went back to his room.
Wang's eyes flashed.
Zhang Fu returned to the house and remembered his daughter's cold attitude today. He opened the portrait in the secret box and stared at it all night.
The next day, the second day of the Lunar New Year.
Huo Erhuai listened to Lei Muyu driving his carriage back to Huojiaba early in the morning.
The family got up early and sent him off. An An was in a daze, and after eating a few bites of breakfast, she woke up. Seeing that the snow was still falling, she insisted on dragging Huo Xi and Huo Nian to build a snowman.
After piling up for less than a moment, another snowball was thrown at the brother and sister.
Or he would come up and step on the snowman made by his brother and sister, tie up one of his arms, push his head down, and step on the snowman Huo Nian had piled for use with his little feet, making Huo Nian so angry that he chased him and beat him.
The two chased and escaped, laughing.
Ms. Yang was so angry that she stamped her feet, "We just swept the yard, and you two are throwing snow all over the floor! See if I don't beat you up!"
An An ran over and hid behind Huo Xi. Mom didn't dare to hit her sister, hehe.
"Sister, Mom wants to spank An An, let's go to my uncle's house."
The Yang Fu family had dinner yesterday and then returned to their home.
Today, Qin Huaiwu will take her two children back to her parents' home. The Qin family also has a house in Qionghua Lane, but the Qin family's grandparents still live with their granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law. Qin Huaiwu will also go back to Yang Fu's house when she returns to her parents' home.
"Uncle has guests today. Can it be okay for my sister to take An An to play at home?"
"But I want to play with my daughter."
"When Nannan's guests leave, Nannan will come to our house again."
"Oh well."
Last night Huo Xi played with An An on the verandah. An An insisted on setting up a brazier on the verandah to burn chestnuts to eat, and Huo Xi complied.
Huo Nian and Chu Yi Youqing piled snowmen all the way to the gate.
Hearing the knock on the door, he hurriedly ran to open the door.
"Uncle! Uncle, why are you here?" Huo Nian was surprised when he saw his uncle standing at the door teaching him marksmanship.
"Young Master!" Zhang Jin was very excited. He followed the young master for many days, but he didn't know that the disciple he wanted to accept was actually his own young master.
"Hello, happy New Year." Huo Nian knew that he was the person next to Zhang Fu and greeted him with a smile.
Zhang Jin was so excited that she choked with sobs and nodded in response, her eyes never leaving his face.
Zhang Fu also stared at Huo Nian and was so excited that he was so excited. This was his son. His son had been by his side for so many years. It was a shame that he was so blind that he didn't know that the child in front of him was his own flesh and blood.
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Zhang Fu knelt down in front of Huo Nian and stretched out his hand towards him...
Huo Nian walked towards him with a smile and stroked the snowflakes on his head with his hand, "Uncle, why are you here? It's snowing outside, so don't freeze. Uncle, are you cold?"
"Not cold, not cold..."
Zhang Fu felt as if someone had pinched his neck, and he struggled to make a sound from his throat.
Staring at his face and looking carefully, he clearly saw that it was Rou'er's eyebrows and that he looked a bit like Rou'er. Why didn't he see it?
Zhang Fu hugged him tightly.
Zhang Jin watched from the side and was filled with emotion. He raised his head and blinked again and again.
"Uncle..." Is uncle cold? Huo Nian reached out to hug him back and rubbed his back.
Why did the uncle hold him so tightly? Huo Nian wanted to push, but didn't dare. After a while, he looked up at Zhang Jin.
Zhang Jin came to his senses and said, "Master, it's cold outside. I'm afraid the young master is going to freeze."
Zhang Fu let go of Nian'er, picked up his little hand, put it together in his big palm and rubbed it again and again, "Why are your hands so cold, but they are frozen?"
Why is uncle crying?
Huo Nian blinked and didn't dare to ask, adults also want to save face.
"It's not cold, I'm well-dressed," he patted his chest, "I just made a snowman in the yard and helped my mother sweep the snow, so my hands got cold."
"Why don't you wear gloves?"
"It's hard to work with gloves on."
Zhang Fu touched his face distressedly and looked him up and down carefully, "You, are your parents good to you?"
Huo Nian was about to open his mouth...
"My parents treat him better than their own children."
Huo Nian turned to look, "Sister!" Zhang Fu stood up and murmured: "Nanny".
Huo Nian glanced at Zhang Fu strangely, but didn't pay much attention. He turned around and said, "Sister, this is my uncle. He taught me marksmanship and sent me many marksmanship books and military books!"
Seeing my sister standing still, I ran to pull her: "Sister, can we ask uncle to come in and sit down? It's snowing outside. It's cold."
Zhang Fu looked at her expectantly and pinched his hands nervously.
"Miss..."
"Nian'er, go prepare some tea." Huo Xi interrupted Zhang Jin.
"Okay!" Sister Zhi was about to invite her uncle to sit in the room. Huo Nian looked at Zhang Fu happily, turned around and ran away.
Zhang Fu wanted to tell his son to run slower because the snow was slippery, but when he saw Huo Xi staring at him coldly, he swallowed his words back. "Nanny..."
Huo Xi glanced at him lightly and turned around. Zhang Fu was stunned and hurriedly raised his legs to follow.
In the flower hall, father and daughter sat opposite each other. Huo Xi looked pale, but Zhang Fu wanted to speak, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.
Huo Nian quickly ran over, and the servants behind him brought tea and a brazier.
Huo Nian sat next to Huo Xi, with a smile on his face. His uncle came to see him.
"Nian'er, go play with your brother. My sister wants to say something to...us."
"Can't Nian'er stay?" When my uncle comes home, my father is not here. Why can't he accompany the guest?
"No. Come back later."
Huo Nian pouted and sat still.
Zhang Fu hurriedly said: "Nian'er, be good, wait... I'll say a few words to your sister, and you can come back later, okay?"
"Okay." Huo Nian glanced at the two of them and went out.
The son didn't know him, the daughter didn't recognize him, Zhang Fu's eyes darkened.
"Miss, what happened back then? The master is in the capital. Why didn't you bring the young master to find the master?"
No matter how bad the life of the concubines in the house was, none of them lived like the eldest lady and young master, living on a small boat with the fisherman's family.
Zhang Jin couldn't imagine how a family of five lived on such a small boat.
The servants of the Zhang Mansion all share a room with each other, the first and second-class maids have their own rooms, and the stewards even have their own yards. How did the eldest lady and young master survive these years?
Huo Xi looked at Zhang Fu: "Do you want to know how my mother died?"