My son has been found! When Zhang Qingmeng got the news, he jumped three feet high with excitement and couldn't stop smiling. He paced back and forth with his hands behind his back: "Go down and arrange a banquet to entertain all the heroes!" Seeing their master's happiness, the slaves worked even harder and hurriedly prepared a banquet for him.
After receiving the news, all the major families sent gifts to congratulate him. Some aristocrats followed the tradition of the previous Dynasties and came directly to the relatives. Zhang Qingmeng did not consider it for the time being and had to decline one by one.
Zhang Rui, the elder of the family, also held a dove stick and personally brought people to congratulate him. Zhang Qingmeng saw that the elder valued him so much, so he did not dare to neglect him, and quickly helped the old man sit in the main seat.
The old man had lost his hair, leaving only a few long whites. He wrote the wrinkles of the years, and there was only a piece of white meat left in his eyes. It looked very scary.
"Qingmeng, you are a glorious ancestor..." Zhang Rui said a few words and then coughed, so Zhang Qingmeng had to look after him. Zhang Ruo calmed down for a while and then continued: "When your child comes back, you must take him to the ancestral temple to worship his ancestors..."
Zhang Qingmeng laughed and tried to serve this very strange grandfather.
"You have to educate your children well. Our family motto is our family motto. Then we have to follow our ancestor Zhang Hanxi..." Zhang Rui went on and on. Every word he said was like dogma, and his reprimanding tone made people listen to it. Very uncomfortable. But after all, he is an elder, so Zhang Qingmeng still pretends to be respectful on the surface.
Zhang Ruo preached for a long time, then stood up and left with a hunched back. Before leaving, he asked Qing Meng: "You father and son have been separated for so long, have you ever thought about how to get along?"
Zhang Qingmeng was stunned, not knowing how to answer.
"I understand everything. As a prime minister, you are fierce on the court, but insufficient patience is difficult to get along with your children ... Your child is only twelve years old. ... "Zhang Yan left this meaningful words, and he held the dove stick and followed the servants.
Zhang Qingmeng had a good taste just now, and suddenly was a little scared. He never thought about how to get along with him when his son came back? Thinking of this, he started to worry.
Shangguan Tong sent congratulatory gifts on behalf of the family, and also brought a very shy little girl. Zhang Qingmeng puzzled his intention and asked about the reason. Shangguan Tong then said with a smile: "This is my beloved daughter Shangguan Ruozi, who came with me to celebrate the king." As he spoke, he hinted at the girl beside him.
Shangguan Ruozi is a thin, quiet girl. Although she looks outstanding, she still looks very comfortable. The looming blush on his face added a little bit of his face. Zhang Qingmeng was very interested in this girl and asked, "How old are you this year?"
"Reply to what the king said, my little girl is only twelve years old."
"Have you read any books?"
"Women have no talent is virtue ..."
Shangguan Ruozi was very convergence and was very nervous, and she didn't dare to look at the man in front of her. When Shangguan saw that his daughter did not dare to speak, she took the words: "Although the little girl is not outstanding, she is always dignified. If the king is not disliked, the two of us can get married for children."
Zhang Qingmeng declined and said: "Mr. Shangguan is very kind and the lonely king accepts it. However, the young master is still young and your wife is still in the golden age. It is really inappropriate."
"No!" Shangguan Tong took his hand and persuaded very cordially: "According to the old system of the previous dynasty, you can get married when you are twelve years old. Doesn't your Majesty not know that? Or is Your Majesty afraid that the young master will be bullied when he comes to my house?"
Zhang Qingmeng replied: "What did you say? The Shangguan family will not treat my son badly. It's just that this child has neglected his education and may make people laugh in the past. The solitary king means to train him for a few years first and discuss the marriage later." Shangguan agreed. I had nothing to say, so I had to take my daughter and leave. Zhang Qingmeng personally entertained all the guests, so he was sore.
The young master's chariots and horses have entered the capital, and Jingzhao Yin Guanlang was ordered to escort them. In the carriage, Zhang Junsheng, Ma Youyi, Jiang Qingyue, and Wang Jingui looked out the window and were amazed at the prosperity of the capital. Sister Lan left without a word, no one knew where she went.
"Junsheng ..." Jiang Qingyue wanted to say something, but soon realized that he was inappropriate, so he immediately said: "Son, are you going home?"
"Yes! When the time comes, I will ask my father to send you directly to Xiaobei!" Zhang Junsheng was so happy that he didn't even react to Jiang Qingyue's change of title.
Ma Youyi felt incredible. He felt like a dream during this time. At first, I only felt sympathy once on the street, but I didn't expect that I would become King Zheng's hero.
Zhang Junsheng poked his head out of the window, and said at the man in the green robe and rode in the white horse, "Uncle! How long will it be?"
"Don't worry, young master, we will arrive at the palace soon!"
"Uncle, what is your name?"
"The end of Jingzhao Yin Guanlang, I have seen my son!"
Duan Zhili was walking behind the carriage, and when he saw him, he repeatedly praised him: "Isn't this the life of Guan Gong!" Duan Chongwen quickly scolded him. He was now extremely frightened and uneasy.
Not far from Zheng Wang's house, Zhao Hongyan led the guard to meet and opened the curtain. Zhao Hongyan held Zhang Junsheng on his shoulders very gentle, like a docile penguin. Zhao Hongyan couldn't help but say: "This child is so soft, so comfortable to hold!"
"Uncle, who are you?"
"You are the son, I am the guard's guard Zhao Hongyan, the top hero in this world!"
Guan Lang couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You can only talk with your mouth! Put the young master down quickly, don't get hurt!"
"You are really awesome, okay?" Zhao Hongyan smiled naively. Such words were a sign of mutual affection, so naturally they would not hold grudges.
It was the first time that Zhang Junsheng set foot in the capital. He felt that the stone road was harder and more tiring to walk on. Ma Youyi and others followed, but they were stopped only in front of Prince Zheng's mansion. Yao Qiu signaled everyone to wait for a while, then he held Zhang Junsheng in one hand and Xiaoxin in the other, and walked in like a general returning from victory.
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the main entrance, Zhang Junsheng felt uneasy. Just when he was about to cross the threshold, his whole body seemed to have roots under his feet and stood still.
"Jiang'er? What's wrong with you?" Yao Qiu asked with concern.
"I...I may not be ready..." Zhang Junsheng lowered his head.
Xiaoxin got off Yao Qiu and saw her brother was embarrassed, so she suddenly took his hand and ran into the house, shouting loudly: "Father! Brother is coming back!"
If there was a crack in the ground, Zhang Junsheng would be eager to crawl into it. He was not mentally prepared at all! This hateful sister! (╥﹏╥)
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall man wearing black brocade clothes and a dragon mustache came out. His eyes were full of expectation, and his hands involuntarily made a hugging gesture.
But both of them were very embarrassed. Maybe Zhang Junsheng was shy and shy as a boy? Looking at this man helplessly, his ears seemed to be filled with blood and his whole body became hot. Zhang Qingmeng didn't know how to get along with his son. He had a lot of words in his heart, like a fish out of water, with his mouth wide open but unable to speak.
Yao Qiu looked at the two of them and couldn't help but laugh: "Why do you and your son look so stupid? Why don't you even say a word?" Xiaoxin looked at both sides and found that they didn't even dare to look at each other directly, so she pointed The two of them said, "Father and brother should at least look at each other, so as not to burn their eyes!"
"Jiang'er..." Zhang Qingmeng spoke first and stepped forward.
Zhang Junsheng swallowed and walked over nervously.
When the distance between the two was only as long as a fist, Zhang Qingmeng held him in his arms and kept stroking his back: "Jiang'er... my Jiang'er... just come back! Have you become stronger? You look better than when you were a child. How does Master Confucian treat you? How have you been these days?"
Yao Qiu knew Zhang Qingmeng's character well and knew that being here with his daughter would make him very embarrassed, so he took Xiaoxin's hand and left with the servants and maids.
Zhang Junsheng hugged his father tightly and leaned in his broad arms, tears streaming down his face. He tried his best to hold back and bit his lower lip with his teeth, but he still let out bursts of sobs, which made Zhang Qingmeng even more distressed. . He asked again and again: "Where are you injured? Is there anything unsatisfactory?"
The two hugged each other like this, and passed quietly for a long time...
Later, Zhang Qingmeng fulfilled his promise and reported to the emperor that Ma Youyi and Duan Chongwen would be granted the title of marquis and rewarded. Jiang Qingyue and Wang Jingui followed their wishes and sent special personnel to Xiaobei to search for them. After Duan Chongwen learned that he had been forgiven, he was moved to tears and swore to become an official in the court and to be loyal to King Zheng to the death.
After a while, Zhang Qingmeng set up an altar to commemorate the ancestral temple, led Zhang Junsheng to worship together, and held a banquet at night, inviting various celebrities from the capital to come to the banquet. The young emperor also specially sent an envoy to express his condolences. Zhang Qingmeng took his son on a parade in the capital, which was truly a sight to behold.
At the banquet, all the civil servants and military generals visited the young master one by one. At the banquet, he spoke well, was gentle and elegant, and won a good reputation for him.
Of course, his appearance was also targeted by people with ulterior motives.
A small minister from the Ministry of Etiquette brought a big wooden box over and said very bluntly: "I have met you, sir. These are some of my wishes. Please accept them." Zhang Junsheng was very curious when he saw the huge box and jumped up and down. When he opened the door, Zhang Qingmeng was busy talking and laughing with the ministers and didn't pay attention to him.
Until a scream pierced the sky.
Zhang Qingmeng woke up suddenly. It was his son's cry! Then he mentioned Qiuxi and rushed over madly. All the maids around were kneeling on the ground, while the guards were pressing down on the Minister of Etiquette, who was laughing miserably on the ground as if he was sick. Only then did Zhang Qingmeng realize that there was a rotting corpse inside the box!
"National traitor! Hahahahahaha!" the Minister of Rites spat loudly: "I really want to eat your flesh! Sleep with your skin! How hateful! Hahahahahaha!"
Zhang Qingmeng was so angry that these gangsters were so angry at such a critical occasion! What's more important is that it scared this inexperienced son. Zhang Junsheng couldn't help it and vomited it out.
"You madman, who ordered you?" Zhang Qingmeng asked the Minister of Rites.
"The way of heaven!"
"Take him to the Longyun Department and interrogate him carefully!" Zhang Qingmeng waved his hand and ordered people to carry away the Minister of Rites and his body. The guy couldn't help shouting: "The prince said, this is a showdown for you! Hahahahahahaha"
Zhang Qingmeng was so angry that his internal organs ached, but he had no time to get angry. He quickly sent someone to send Zhang Junsheng back to the palace and summoned the imperial doctor for treatment. How negligent! Unexpectedly, the rebellious gang had direct contact with his son this time. What does this mean? This shows that the rebels have infiltrated into the palace!
After the banquet was over, Zhang Qingmeng hurried back to the palace and asked about his son's current situation. Fortunately, with Yao Qiu's comfort, Zhang Junsheng's frightened heart gradually calmed down.
"As long as it's okay..." Zhang Qingmeng slumped on the chair and stared at the floor.
"I thought Jiang'er had vomited out everything he ate, so he made a few dishes, just for you and his son." Yao Qiu brought out the dishes himself, and Xiao Xin also acted as a helper behind.
Zhang Junsheng couldn't eat anymore. Even when he saw the meat, he would think of the rotting corpse just now, and he couldn't help but vomit again. Zhang Qingmeng was very concerned and patted his back: "How are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"Well... I'm sorry, Dad, I have embarrassed you today..." Zhang Junsheng felt a little ashamed.
"What did you say...are you hungry? Eat something first."
"Dad, I want to sleep, is that okay?"
"Of course, the maids have already boiled hot water. Let's take a bath first to wash away the bad luck."
"OK."
Zhang Junsheng changed into plain clothes, put a towel on his shoulders, and entered the bathroom comfortably. Xiaoxin took the wooden duck and followed quietly.
"What are you doing? Don't come in!"
"I want to take a shower with my brother~"
Zhang Qingmeng was amused by her daughter's cute voice and shouted loudly: "Qiu, please take care of your daughter!"
Yao Qiu came over in a hurry, took Xiaoxin's hand, pointed at her nose and scolded: "As a girl, you cannot bathe with boys!"
"But he is my brother!"
"Not even my father!" Yao Qiu's attitude was very strong, which made the little guy feel aggrieved. He threw himself into his father's arms with tears streaming down his face, muttering: "Mom is always meddling in such nosy matters..."
Zhang Qingmeng gently stroked his little head and laughed loudly: "It's better to be the father!"
"Of course, father is the best!"
Yao Qiu laughed angrily: "Mengzi, you are used to this girl's temper!"
"Why don't you let in if you don't want to let in? Why are you being harsh to our princess?" Zhang Qingmeng's attitude was very kind.
Zhang Junsheng listened to everything in the bathroom and felt that his father was not as strict as he imagined. The family atmosphere was warm and beautiful, and his vigilance quietly disappeared.
Soon, the door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the naked Zhang Junsheng's body was as white and flawless as if it were a piece of soft jade. When you touch it with your hands, it gives the impression that it is as slender and soft as silk, with concave and dented parts. The beautiful belly button is dotted on it, which is even more beautiful.
Looking further down, you can see a pair of small white feet with flat toes, clean and even, very cute. I had just taken a shower and put on white pajamas as light as thin wings, feeling extremely fresh and dry. Zhang Qingmeng looked at him and vaguely recalled his mother Ji Dongli's appearance when she was out of the bath. They looked so much like mother and son. If Dongli was still here...
"Brother! Brother!" Xiaoxin rushed over excitedly, pressed directly on Zhang Junsheng's belly, and rubbed it very affectionately. Zhang Junsheng was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. He just stroked his sister's little head: "Okay, okay, don't make trouble!"
Zhang Qingmeng saw their brothers and sisters playing around, so she quietly walked to Yao Qiu and whispered: "Qiu, I don't want to tell Jiang Er about his biological mother for the time being. I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it."
"I don't know who it was, but when I was spanked, I had to remember my biological mother, hahaha." Despite Yao Qiu's appearance, she was still as playful as a little girl in private.
"I think Jiang'er should have forgotten a long time ago that I declared to the public that I am your child. Please treat him kindly..."
"I have been taking care of Jiang'er since he was born. I already treat him as my own child in my heart, so don't worry."
Zhang Junsheng was a little surprised when he noticed that his parents were looking at what he said, but he didn't think much about it. I just said hello and went to bed.
Yao Qiu responded and took him to his dormitory. An aunt and two maids were arranged here. Yao Qiu introduced him one by one: "This older aunt is called A Fang. You can just call her aunt. If mother is not here, you can talk to her if you have anything. "
Aunt Afang was fat and had wrinkles on her face. When she saw him, she smiled happily and said, "Welcome home, young master!" Her voice was quacking, sounding like a female duck.
"These two sisters are named Xiyue and Jiantong respectively. They are several years older than you. Although they are rough girls at your disposal, you must treat them well."
Xiyue and Jiantong bowed and said "Blessings". Zhang Junsheng quickly and respectfully returned the greeting, and Aunt Afang shouted: "Oh, you are a master, you must not salute our slaves! Are you tired today?" After that, she helped him to bed. Zhang Junsheng was very embarrassed and threw his arm away: "Thank you, aunt, I will leave by myself!"
Seeing that they were getting along well, Yao Qiu said good night softly, closed the door and left. The smile on Aunt A Fang's face was like a wood carving, and it never faded away. Zhang Junsheng felt that it was a little creepy. Xiyue covered him with a quilt, closed the curtains, lit incense, and then sat on a chair beside him to rest with Jiantong.
Zhang Junsheng was not used to having girls by his side, so he sat up and asked, "Sisters and aunt, can you go out to sleep?"
"Oh, Master, this can't be done! If anything happens to you, we will be responsible!" Aunt Afang's quacking voice came out again: "Master, do you want to hear a story? I know too much, old lady!"
"Better say goodbye..." Zhang Junsheng was so embarrassed that he almost got cancer. He didn't know how many times he was embarrassed that day.
Late at night, the door to the room was quietly pushed open. Zhang Junsheng didn't notice because he was sleeping soundly. Aunt Afang woke up instantly and whispered: "Who is it?"
I saw Xiaoxin holding a pillow and trotting in strangely. When she saw Aunt Afang, she said hello: "Good night, aunt!"
"Little princess, what are you doing here so late?"
"Of course I sleep with my brother!"
"Ouch, this can't be done!"
Xiaoxin smiled evilly and murmured in a low voice: "What would happen if the mother-in-law knew that Aunt A Fang was having a secret affair with a man?"
Aunt Afang was frightened, and he had to compromise on this matter. In fact, Zhang Qingmeng and the others knew about this matter. After all, as a widow, they had no choice but to turn a blind eye, but it was always not good to expose it in public.
In this way, Xiaoxin successfully got into Zhang Junsheng's warm bed, feeling very proud. Looking at my brother's sleeping face, I happily played with his lips, touched his nose, and played with his eyelashes...
"Phew!" Zhang Junsheng woke up with a sneeze. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his sister was beside him. Good guy... He immediately asked Xiaoxin to leave, but Xiaoxin stalked him and hugged his body tightly and refused to leave. Zhang Junsheng had no choice but to take his sister to sleep with him. Xiaoxin likes the sandalwood fragrance in her brother's quilt very much, and it is extremely comfortable to sleep on.
When he got up early in the morning, Zhang Qingmeng discovered that the princess had "missed" again, so he urgently called all the servants. Only then did Aunt Afang explain what happened last night. Zhang Qingmeng understood the situation and walked quietly into Zhang Junsheng's room. Looking at the two little ones on the bed, they were breathing evenly and sleeping very sweetly. Zhang Qingmeng breathed a sigh of relief and was very pleased with the deep relationship between the brother and sister.
"The princess is not allowed to be like this again!" Zhang Qingmeng just left these words, then gently closed the door and left, with a happy expression, but he quickly calmed down.
