The sound of firecrackers, mixed with the screams and laughter of Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi, is quite a bit like the New Year atmosphere of later generations.
Feng Yong suddenly felt nostalgic.
I couldn't help but say, "It would be great if these days could go on forever."
After hearing this, Huang Yueying looked strange, looked at Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi who were lighting firecrackers, and then turned her head slightly to look at the room behind them.
"How bold are you now? You dare to say such things in front of me?"
Feng Yong was stunned, "What do you mean?"
Huang Yueying gestured to Zhang Xingyi, "Now we are worshiping our ancestors. What do you mean by asking Si Niang to join in the fun and worshiping the ancestors of the Feng family and still want to continue?"
"Ah?" Feng Yong's face became hot and he hurriedly explained, "Madam, this is not what I meant..."
Huang Yueying seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and looked at Guan Ji again, with a slightly solemn look on her face.
"I regard Sanniang as my daughter, and Siniang is my niece and the queen's sister."
"In addition, your current status is not ordinary. If I say anything more, others will also suspect the Prime Minister."
"So I can't get involved in this matter, but I always have to give you a bottom line."
Feng Yong felt that the blood on his body was rushing to his face, and he held his hands up as if begging for mercy: "Madam, please just say it, there is nothing I can't do without you."
"I can be regarded as half of Sanniang's grandma. Compared with her now, she is really different from before. I only hope that she can always look like this."
Huang Yueying looked at Feng Yong, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand." Feng Junhou nodded repeatedly.
After lighting the firecrackers, Guan Ji and Zhang Xing still had lingering memories.
"Why did Alang only make a few? I'm not happy at all!"
Guan Ji, a lady of the Feng family, seemed to have never noticed that Zhang Xingyi's act of setting off firecrackers just now was actually part of ancestor worship.
"I just made it first so that everyone can see how new it is. This thing is a bit dangerous, so it's better to play less with it."
Seeing that Guan Ji didn't realize this, Feng Yong coughed and said calmly.
"But it's better than firecrackers. Brother-in-law, why don't you make more?"
Zhang Xingyi also said next to him.
"Okay, okay, we'll talk about this later."
Feng Yong felt guilty and promised.
After worshiping the ancestors, toast to the elders.
There are no real elders in the Feng family, but in terms of kinship relationship, Huang Yueying can barely be regarded as half an elder.
Feng Yong took the lead in toasting a glass of peach wine.
Guan Ji, who followed closely behind, was much more generous. She first toasted a glass of pepper wine, but when she found it was not enough, she toasted another glass of rose peach wine, and finally a third glass of honey wine.
Huang Yueying took a sip with a smile in return.
Although Zhang Xingyi doesn't like to drink on weekdays, at this time, he followed the others and stood in third place to toast Huang Yueying.
The most nervous person is not Amei, but Li Mu.
After all, the title of Prime Minister's Wife is enough to put huge pressure on ordinary women.
What's more, Li Mu has always harbored a psychological shadow towards the Han Dynasty Prime Minister.
Feng Yong noticed that the wine in her wine glass had been rippling slightly, which showed her inner uneasiness.
But Huang Yueying still had something to say to her: "Ms. Nanxiang Mu, she can be regarded as a wonderful woman among us Han Dynasty."
"Thank you, madam. Madam, you are very flattering."
Li Mu no longer had his usual grace and majesty, and became more reserved.
"You don't have to be modest. What I said is the truth."
Huang Yueying smiled, glanced at everyone in the room, and said with interest:
"Anyway, there are no outsiders in this room. Let me say this without humility. Any one of you girls who is released will be a top-notch person."
"It's really strange that they all have something to do with this kid."
Feng Yong coughed, pretended not to hear, picked up the wine glass and drank, and then found that the glass was empty.
As the eldest wife of the Feng family, Guan Ji naturally had to stand up at this time: "Aunt, in this world, Alang is the only man who can say that women should not be inferior to men."
"You are willing to speak for him."
Huang Yueying saw that Guan Ji's face was natural and her expression did not seem to be fake, so she stopped continuing the topic.
Then he smiled and said, "As long as you feel happy."
After ancestor worship and birthday celebrations, the banquet officially begins.
Yuanzheng is actually New Year's Day, which means celebrating the New Year. Eating, drinking and having fun are the norm.
Of course, there are also visits to relatives and friends, and going back and forth to pay homage to each other.
It's just that in Pingxiang, there are almost no people who are qualified to discuss relatives and friends with Feng Junhou, the captain of the Qiang Protector.
That's fine, let's get some peace and quiet.
It's a holiday, and it's rare for people in the house to have some leisure time.
There was a buzzing sound from the next door room. It was Guan Ji and the others playing mahjong with Huang Yueying.
As the head of the family, Feng Junhou was not qualified to serve at the table, so he dozed off by himself while reading a book.
Fortunately, there is A Mei who cares about me and comes over from next door to check on me from time to time, helping to bring hot water, change the fruit plate and so on.
"Don't worry about me, just go ahead and play."
Feng Yong saw her walking frequently and said something.
"I'm just watching from the side." Amei explained in a low voice while quickly cleaning up the remaining shells on the kang table, "It just so happens that I can come over and see my husband."
"Huh?" Feng Yong was a little surprised, "What? Did they bully you?"
With Guan Ji's magnanimity, she shouldn't be able to do such a thing.
Besides, Amei is now Huang Yueying's assistant. Judging from her usual tone, she is quite complimentary to Amei.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have said "all are top-notch people" when I paid homage to my ancestors yesterday.
"No, it's just that Madam Zhang said that if the lady dares to let my concubine come to the table, she won't play, saying it's unfair..."
Amei quickly explained.
After hearing what she said, Feng Yong remembered his fear of being dominated by "Calculation Girl" at the mahjong table.
At that moment, there was a "pop" sound, and the dried fruit in his mouth sprayed onto the kang. He pointed at Amei and laughed, "See, this is the disadvantage of being a top student, no one will play with you."
Amei looked at Feng Yong in confusion, "I don't understand what the male gentleman means by being a top student."
"People like you are top academics."
Listening to the play and laughter next door, Feng Yong felt inexplicably calm and happy, and was in the mood to joke with his concubine.
After hearing Feng Yong's words, Amei blushed slightly and whispered, "As a top student, I would be happy to have the opportunity to talk to my husband like this."
This unintentional expression made Feng Junhou's heart suddenly speed up.
The heated kang on his body seemed a little warm, as if he was suffering from internal heat.
"Go and close the door tightly."
Feng Yong gave the order.
Amei's face became even redder. She got off the bed and walked toward the door. Unexpectedly, before she could reach out her hand, the voice of a maid sounded at the door: "Junhou, Zhao Langjun is here!"
Amei shrank in fright.
The atmosphere that was finally brewing was suddenly destroyed by this voice.
Feng Junhou was very angry: "Let him come in!"
There are not many people who can enter the backyard of Feng Mansion, Zhao Guang is one of them, and he is the kind who can enter directly without notification.
Seeing the wind blowing under this guy's feet and the spring breeze on his face, Feng Yong even had a stinking look on his face.
"Brother!"
Zhao Guang didn't even blink and bowed happily.
Feng Yong didn't look at him.
However, Huang Wudie behind him also saluted, "I've met my brother."
Feng Yong then nodded, "No need to be polite."
"They are all playing next door. Brothers and sisters, you can go too, it's lively there."
After saying that, he motioned to Amei, "Bring Mrs. Zhao over."
After Amei and Huang Wudie left, Zhao Guang wanted to take off his boots and climb onto the kang.
"Get down here!"
Feng Yong kicked him, "We're here for the Chinese New Year. How dare you come here empty-handed? Where are the New Year gifts?"