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 raising her hand and gently scratching Gao Zhang's cheek and smiled.
"You are your father's and mother's child. Not to mention it is your father's blood. 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.
"Da Lang, 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 hurriedly swore to the heavens and the earth that he would ensure safety.
What's more, he is a civil servant and a high-ranking deputy envoy for strategy and comfort, so nothing will happen to him.
"Yes, madam, you should be more at ease. Our eldest son has won the favor of the official family. He is now our father-in-law. How can we not take care of him carefully."
"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..."
After the father and son took turns to comfort him, Huang finally felt a little better.
But she was still a little depressed, after all, Zhang'er was leaving in just a few days.
Gao Zhang rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, let's go. In order to calm down my mother, I have to work hard."
Gao Zhang reached out and took his mother's warm hand, and whispered obediently.
"Mother, my child wants to pay homage to his ancestors before leaving. Burn some incense paper and candles for them. I believe that my ancestors will keep my child safe and sound."
"Husband, look, our uncle is really sensible. In this case, hurry up, Fukang, Fukang..."
"What are your orders, madam?" Fukang quickly walked into the house and asked respectfully.
"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 can we show our sincerity."
Seeing the earnest eyes of his wife and son, Gao Qiu twitched his eyes, smiled with difficulty, and gritted his teeth.
"That's fine. Since Da Lang is so interested, he will stay with his father until the end."
"Husband, what are you talking about? Worshiping ancestors is about piety, how can it be said that it is interest."
"Ah, yes, yes, that's what my lady said."
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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.
My husband has been muttering many times that he doesn't like the standard war sword of the Song Dynasty, but prefers the standard horizontal sword of the pre-Tang Dynasty.
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.
Thinking of an elegant and handsome husband, coupled with this straight knife, he will definitely look heroic and even more charming.
Just as she picked up the cloth and carefully wiped the blade of the blade, Fu Jin's soft and delicate voice came to her ears.
"Sister, my husband will be traveling far away in a few days. Will you miss him?"
Hearing this, I glanced at the man who was embroidering a silk handkerchief that was about to be completed.
"Would you think so?"
Fu Jin raised his head and smiled sweetly at Fang Baihua.
"Of course I will. He is my sister's husband."
Fang Baihua chuckled lightly and said matter-of-factly.
"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 Jiangnan, we experienced bloody battles on the battlefield and lived and died together..."
"..." Fu Jin felt something in his heart when he heard this. His pink and red lips opened and closed silently several times. He was so angry. He was so angry...
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.
"By the way, sister, I heard from my mother-in-law that the ancestors of our Gao family are very efficacious. Is it true?"
"Ah, this..." Fang Baihua, who was maintaining the blade, was distracted and almost scratched his finger on the blade.
"Is what my mother-in-law said wrong?"
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.
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 holder, and then turned her head.
"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."
"We are both women and cannot accompany my husband to the northwest together."
"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."
"Do you want to come along?"
"Go, as the husband's wife, I naturally have to pay more tributes."
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.
Fang Baihua smiled with a sense of superiority, took this frail and graceful Jiangnan girl's sister Fu Jin, and went to burn a few knives of paper together.
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"Mother, that's enough..."
"Hush, don't say such taboo words in front of your ancestors. When worshiping your ancestors, you must be sincere."
"My child knows. I just feel a bit feverish. Well, my child's legs are a little numb. Let's go out and do some exercise first."
After confessing his crime to his mother, Gao Zhang finally escaped from the ancestral hall and saw his biological father stretching his legs outside the ancestral hall.
The father and son looked at each other and smiled, but their smiles looked a little, um, complicated.
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.
Gao Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up and he walked over quickly.
"Miss, Fujin, why are you two here?"
"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.
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 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. You can go in with me to pay homage..."
(End of chapter)
