Jiang Sheng sat on his father's shoulders, confused as to how long it had been.
She seemed to be walking through the market, across the street, and across the bluestone road at the door.
I seemed to hear a knock on the door, my aunt's voice, and a frightened scolding.
She was so sleepy, she just wanted to sleep.
The little girl yawned, holding two strands of hair in her hand, and became silent again.
Zhang Xianglian, who was responsible for opening the door, was shocked. She looked up in disbelief and looked up. When she confirmed that the sweet and confused person was really Jiang Sheng, she became angry from the bottom of her heart.
Even if she knew the identity of the person in front of her, even if she knew the relationship between the two, she still scolded in a suppressed voice, "What are you doing? How can you carry such a big girl on your shoulders?"
"She's still been here all the way. She's twelve years old and a big girl!"
There is a famous festival in ancient times where men and women sit on different seats at the age of seven. Girls at the age of thirteen can even discuss marriage, and can marry and become mothers at the age of fifteen.
Although Jiang Sheng is a little shorter, he is very old. He and his brothers are limited to chasing and playing, and they no longer kiss and hug him when they were young.
Zhang Xianglian's anger is justifiable, and her reprimand is also instinctive.
When they blurted out the words, both of them were a little stunned.
She realized that she had offended the general, who was a little embarrassed, "I carried it sideways, using only one shoulder."
Xiao Jiang Sheng even slept in an oblique position, and almost all the weight was on his head.
It's a little more elegant than riding the urinary neck directly.
But only a little.
Zhang Xianglian reacted and raised her voice slightly, "No matter what, a twelve-year-old girl can't carry her like this anymore and let others see what they think."
The truth is that the love between a father and a daughter is deep, but it cannot overcome the human heart.
For Jiang Sheng's sake, you can't carry it like this.
"I know." Jiang Jizu sighed, "I was reckless. I just thought that I had never resisted her walking like this when I was a child. In the future, as she gets older... she will never have a chance again."
The man finished speaking with difficulty and turned his head, trying to suppress the redness at the corners of his eyes and control the choking in his throat.
Why is it so many years late?
The passing years and the past can only be glimpsed through paper and ink.
It's a pity that no one can go back to the past, and no one can travel through time.
The only thing they can do is to make up for it as much as possible in the future.
A little, a little, and a little more.
Jiang Sheng finally let Zhang Xianglian carry her back to the room.
Across the noisy courtyard, one of the sword-wielding guards was competing with Jiang Yi, while the others formed a circle and cheered.
Across the soft hall, the brothers pointed at the map and listened to Fang Heng talk about life on the frontier, the thrilling killings, the cruel and dripping blood, and the lives of those innocent people who died tragically.
Arriving at the quiet bedroom, the confused and sleepy little girl finally fell into the soft bed, hugged the cloud-like quilt, and whispered something while rubbing her cheek.
Zhang Xianglian smiled slightly, took off her outer clothes, arranged her hair, and covered her with quilt.
When he closed the door and went out, the burly and guilty man at the door had disappeared.
Wang Xiaosong, who had the liveliest eyes, rushed over and said, "Auntie, someone knocked on the door just now and called the general away."
"They look a bit similar. I even heard him call him General...brother."
"Brother."
Jiang Jizong called solemnly and bowed down, "I have lived up to my brother's trust. I have been observing the Liao family for the past two days. As expected, I have gradually relaxed my guard. It seems that I decided that my brother did not deal with it immediately when he came back, so he wanted to handle the son exchange issue lightly."
Jiang Jizu sneered and said nothing.
"If it were our Jiang family's children who still thought that the Jiang family would not pursue the case, only fools would have such an idea." Jiang Jizong also laughed, his tone cold, "Chengfeng followed the clues and found a few old ladies living in the countryside. , but I have never been able to find the person who came up with the idea and took action."
Without that person, the Liao family would be able to quibble and deny anything.
The Dayu Dynasty governed the country by law, and evidence was required for everything.
It's just that many insiders about what happened twelve years ago have been buried deep in the ground. Mrs. Jiang has been unable to find out the key for more than half a year. This mere two or three months of family leave is obviously not enough.
Jiang Jizu lowered his eyelashes and said in a cold voice, "Since we can't find it, let the Liao family look for it themselves."
Jiang Jizong understood, "Then let's go to the other courtyard first and meet the nuns?"
Jiang Jizu nodded.
The two brothers stood up together. They were both tall and tall, but the difference was that one had a scroll and the other had a strong body.
It was also this night that the relaxed Liao family became nervous again.
I originally thought that the Jiang family would not pursue the case, but I didn't expect that they actually went to a villa in the countryside, and I heard that they directly arrested several old ladies.
If they were to interrogate something...
The head of the Liao family was so distraught that after much discussion, he decided to kill the person who knew all the truth.
"I said back then that only the dead are the safest, but my mother refused, so she was allowed to live for twelve years."
"Now, she must die."
That night, four or five men in black left the Liao family and headed straight to the countryside west of the city.
If they were powerful enough and careful enough, they would find a burly man and several sword-wielding guards following behind them.
At the same time, Jiang Sheng, who had slept well, woke up rubbing his eyes.
The stomach full of food before going to bed has been digested, and it will make a "gurgling" sound.
I didn't know who was outside, so I couldn't help laughing.
Jiang Sheng got up very angry, put on his clothes and shoes neatly, rushed out and yelled, "Why are you laughing? You think I'm losing all my flesh because I'm hungry too fast."
Because I get hungry quickly, I eat more and gain weight.
This logic is completely valid.
Fang Heng, who was holding the plate, suppressed his laughter and said, "Okay, okay, I know you're hungry. Do you want to eat the freshly baked wisteria cake?"
It turned out to be the third brother. Seeing that he had just returned home, Jiang Sheng decided not to argue with him, but to argue with Tenghua Cake.
Wisteria cake, as the name suggests, is a cake made with wisteria flowers.
Usually in the season of February and March (lunar calendar), when the flowers of the wisteria tree are about to bloom, pick the soft and tender buds, add flour and water, stir until thick, and fry over low heat.
Eat it while it's hot. The wisteria cake is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. When it's cold, it can be stewed with the meat. Although the color is weird, the taste is really beautiful.
I still remember that when I was in Anshui County, the spring breeze was the time to eat wisteria cakes.
Unexpectedly, he could still eat it in Fengjing. Jiang Sheng was surprised and happy, and took a bite carefully. It was indeed a familiar taste.
"Eat with confidence, there are plenty." Fang Heng smiled slightly, "Jiang Yi discovered wild wisteria flowers when he entered the city. He folded some of them in the afternoon and had small cakes to eat in the evening."
The two of them walked while talking, and what they saw was half a yard of flowers and leaves, as well as eight uninteresting gingers picked from the flowers.
There were no four guards, nor that tall and burly figure.
Could it be that everything that happened at noon was just a long dream?
