Chapter 673 If you feel uneasy, then burn more paper
Chapter 673: If your heart is not stable, then burn more paper (second update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 673: If your heart is not stable, then burn more paper (second update)
After hearing what Gao Zhang said, even though they were married, Huang still felt that Da Lang was still a child. She couldn't help but raise her hand and gently scratch Gao Zhang's cheek and smiled.
"You are your father and mother's child, not to mention the blood of your father. Even if it means taking the lives of your father and mother, there is nothing wrong with it."
"Yes, there is not much that I can do for you as a father now. I just hope that these things will be helpful to you."
When Gao Qiu saw his son's expression of surprise, he felt that all his hard work had not been in vain, and he was very pleased.
"Dalang, you will leave Beijing in a few days. This time is not like going to Liao Kingdom as an envoy. This time you are going to the northwest. Mom heard from your father that there may be a war."
"You have to be careful and don't let us worry about you."
Looking at his mother, whose eyes were red unknowingly as she spoke, Gao Zhang felt sad and quickly swore to the heavens and the earth that he would ensure safety.
What's more, since I am a civil servant and a high-ranking deputy envoy for strategy and appeasement, nothing will happen to me.
"Yes, ma'am, you should be more at ease. Our eldest man has won the favor of the official family. He is now our father-in-law. How can we not take care of him carefully."
"Would you think so?"
Looking at this little sister who had just married into the Gao family, she did not have a deep understanding of how exaggerated the Gao family's custom of worshiping the ancestral hall was.
"Mother, my child wants to pay homage to his ancestors before leaving. Burn more incense paper and candles for them. I believe that my ancestors will keep my child safe and sound."
"Sister, my husband will be traveling far away in a few days. Will you miss my husband?"
Gao Zhang reached out and took his mother's warm hand, and whispered obediently.
Gao Zhang rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, let's go. In order to calm down my mother, I have to work hard."
Hearing this, I took a look at the man who was embroidering a silk handkerchief that was about to be completed.
After complaining to his mother, Gao Zhang finally ran out of the ancestral hall and saw his own father stretching his legs outside the ancestral hall.
"Ah, this..." Fang Baihua, who was maintaining the blade, was distracted and almost scratched his finger on the blade.
"Of course I will, he is my sister's husband."
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Fang Baihua was carefully examining a sword in her hand that was full of beautiful cloud patterns and made like a straight blade.
After the father and son took turns to comfort him, Mr. Huang finally felt a little better.
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"Mom, that's enough..."
"We are both women and cannot accompany my husband to the northwest together."
The father and son looked at each other and smiled, but their smiles looked a little, um, complicated.
"Ah, yes, yes, that's what my lady said."
"Think about how my husband went to the northwest to join the army. No matter in terms of reputation or official position, he is not as good as Da Lang. It is not possible to return to the capital safely..."
"Of course what my mother-in-law said is right, and our husband will be heading to the northwest in a few days, and the war in the northwest border area is very serious."
"That's fine. Since Da Lang is so interested, he will stay with his father until the end."
Gao Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up and he walked over quickly.
And this is what Fang Baihua found a famous craftsman and spent a lot of money to cast. Now she got it, just as her husband was going to the northwest.
"Do you want to come along?"
Fu Jin looked at Fang Baihua who was sitting beside him with a smile on his face. If Xiao Gao were here, he knew that this little lady would be showing her temper again.
But I was still a little depressed, after all, Zhang'er was leaving in just a few days.
Fang Baihua chuckled lightly and said with a matter-of-fact expression.
Fang Baihua smiled with a sense of superiority, took sister Fu Jin, who was a frail and graceful Jiangnan woman, and went to burn some paper together.
Seeing the earnest eyes of his wife and son, Gao Qiu twitched his eyes, smiled with difficulty, and gritted his teeth.
"What are your orders, madam?" Fukang quickly walked into the room and asked with a respectful bow.
"Hush, don't say such taboo words in front of your ancestors. When worshiping your ancestors, you must be sincere."
Fu Jin raised his head and smiled sweetly at Fang Baihua.
"..." When Fu Jin heard this, he felt something in his heart. His pink and tender lips opened and closed silently several times. He was so angry. He was so angry...
Thinking of an elegant and handsome husband, coupled with this straight knife, he will definitely look heroic and even more charming.
"Go, as the husband's wife, I naturally have to pay more tributes."
"By the way, sister, I heard from my mother-in-law that the ancestors of our Gao family are very efficacious. Is it true?"
"I'm going to pay homage to the ancestors of the Gao family, burn a few more paper threads, and ask the ancestors to protect you and ensure your safe return."
"I have met Lang Jun and my father-in-law. We heard that Lang Jun is going to the northwest border. My mother-in-law said that our Gao family's ancestral hall is very effective.
Just when the father and son were shaking hands and preparing to talk about something serious, from a distance, they saw someone walking towards them with a lantern on.
"My child knows, I just feel a little feverish. Well, my child's legs are a little numb. Let's go out and do some exercise first."
Just as she picked up the cloth and carefully wiped the blade of the knife, Fu Jin's soft and delicate voice came to her ears.
Fang Baihua turned her head and saw Fu Jin's appearance. She smiled and placed the sword she was going to give to Lang Jun on the knife rest, and then turned her head.
"Miss, Fujin, why are you two here?"
"Look, husband, our uncle is really sensible. In this case, hurry up, Fukang, Fukang..."
My husband has been muttering many times that he doesn't really like the standard war sword of the Song Dynasty, but prefers the standard horizontal sword of the pre-Tang Dynasty.
"Husband, what are you talking about? Worshiping ancestors is about piety, how can it be said that it is interest."
"He is also my husband. Naturally, I will think about it. After all, my sister and I have shared joys and sorrows with my husband for many years. When we were in the south of the Yangtze River, we experienced bloody battles on the battlefield and lived and died together..."
"Is what my mother-in-law said wrong?"
"Go and prepare some more incense paper candles. Today, the elder is going to pay homage to his ancestors. Husband, let's go together as well. Only when we are together as a family will we show our sincerity."
After a while, Fu Jin looked at the finished silk handkerchief with satisfaction. This was a personal gift he had prepared for his husband who was about to leave.
So I thought about coming here with my sister to pay homage to our ancestors..."
Although Fu Jin was delicate and delicate, he had a quick tongue and gave an explanation immediately.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the mother-in-law, Mrs. Huang, walking out of the ancestral hall with a face full of joy.
"You are really thoughtful. It just so happens that I still have a few pieces of paper left to burn, so you can go in with me to pay homage..."