After receiving the news of her husband's death, she calmed down for several days before going out.

Zhao Feng opened his mouth, not knowing whether to answer "yes" or "no" in this sentence. The resentment and resentment in Shi Niang's words, he can receive it without missing anything.

In the end, he could only choose to avoid answering, and instead talked about Yang Xiangliang's past in Xiji Township.

Feng Lingshan doesn't care much about her husband's food, clothing and housing, but she is very concerned about who he is with, especially asking him from multiple angles whether he has too much contact with the opposite sex.

Zhao Feng didn't quite understand, Master Yang had already died, what was the point of Shi Niang asking these things again. But he still knows everything.

Feng Lingshan interrogated for more than half an hour before wiping the corners of her eyes and then asking about Zhao Feng's family history.

After learning that his parents were dead and there were few relatives in his hometown, she exclaimed: "It's also a poor child." He summoned his retinue and asked him to present five ingots of silver, "I don't often go out and walk around, and I can't help you much." This bit of silver, the right to help you settle in Chunming City. ”

Zhao Feng stood up and pushed back again and again. Feng Lingshan insisted a few times, and when he saw his resolute face, he couldn't help but scold: "Let you take it, you can take it!

Her tone was stern, and the scale was raised a few degrees at once, and Zhao Feng choked and had to accept it.

Feng Lingshan stood up after him, told him to do his own thing in the future, and turned around and walked out.

But after walking a few steps, she remembered something again, and turned to look at him: "By the way, how can you recognize the ninth sister?"

Zhao Feng was stunned.

"Feng Lingzhao, she is my cousin. ”

"I met by chance on the way to Chunming City. Zhao Feng didn't hide it from her, "Miss Feng Jiu bought my lantern. ”

Feng Lingshan snorted and took her daughter out.

From beginning to end, Feng Lingshan didn't ask him how his business was, Feng Qingying beside him lowered his eyes and didn't look at Zhao Feng.

"No need to send it. The mother and daughter didn't go out the door with their heads back.

The carriage was parked more than ten feet away.

Zhao Feng stood still and heard a few intermittent words coming from the wind:

"Little Nine...... Hate to marry...... Hunger does not choose ......"

He raised his eyebrows, and a wave of anger welled up in his heart for no reason, and he wanted to rush up and reason with the two women.

But reason told him that he didn't even have a position to argue for Miss Nine.

......

After walking far, Feng Lingshan asked Feng Qingying in a low voice: "This Zhao Feng, what do you think?"

"Not how. Feng Qingying pouted, "Clearly, everyone is in the dark." ”

"Your grandfather came to me yesterday and said that Yang Xiangliang intended to marry you to him. "Otherwise, how could she come to Zhao Feng's lantern shop today?

Her mother and daughter depended on each other in that deep house, and Feng Lingshan was not as arbitrary to her daughter as she was to her husband.

Feng Qingying was taken aback, and her eyes widened: "Xu is married to him, mother, I don't want it!"

As soon as the words came out, his mind suddenly became a little dazed, and he was a little dizzy, and his body immediately shook, and he almost fell.

Feng Lingshan was so frightened that she hugged her: "Don't be afraid, don't say that you must marry him!"

There seems to be something different? Feng Qingying's symptoms came and went quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he recovered as before: "Even if my husband is not a hero among people, he must sing with me." Zhao Feng, he ...... "I was so angry that I couldn't say anything at the bottom."

What kind of capital does Zhao Feng have to be the son-in-law of the Feng family? He has a very good face, but there are a lot of handsome people in Chunming City, which one is not good for her to choose, why do she have to choose a poor sour boy?

"Yes, yes!" I asked. Feng Lingshan pressed her daughter's little hand to show comfort, "I look at this Zhao Feng, who is submissive and seems to have no opinion, just like your unsuccessful father! Heh, no wonder he wants Zhao Feng to be your husband, he is a person with the same temperament! Don't worry, my mother knows how to reply to my grandfather." ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly turned out at the corner of the street in front of him, almost hitting Feng Lingshan.

Also a woman.

The mother and daughter looked fixedly, but it was Miss Nine.

"Ninth sister. Feng Lingshan was a little uncomfortable, and heard her daughter also call "Aunt Nine".

Feng Lingzhao is Feng Lingshan's cousin, a generation older than Feng Qingying, Yang Xiangliang's daughter will call her an aunt, even if she is not a few years older than Feng Qingying.

"The weather is good today, and the third sister is also out for a walk?" Feng Lingzhao greeted generously, and looked down on the mother and daughter condescendingly after approaching.

Feng Qingying lowered her head. This ninth aunt is imposing, which always makes her feel inferior.

She didn't like this feeling very much.

"yes. Feng Lingshan put on a smile, "Isn't the ninth sister busy today?" This sister was sent away since she was a child, and it is said that she studied art by the side of the master, and Feng Lingshan had never seen her a few times before. Feng Lingzhao came back suddenly this year, she is still such a young and beautiful girl, Feng Lingshan doesn't know her, let alone likes her.

But superficial politeness is always wanted. Which woman in a wealthy family is not well versed in this?

"Okay. Feng Lingzhao didn't say more greetings to her, and looked up at the sky, "While the sky is just right, the third sister will take Qingying to go shopping, I have to take a step in advance." ”

Saying goodbye on both sides, Feng Lingzhao turned around and left.

Feng Qingying looked at her back, not without envy. This ninth aunt lacks the grace of a woman, but she has a sassy atmosphere, and even her back looks vigorous and handsome. She couldn't say whether it was good or bad like this, but she had some envy in her heart that she wouldn't admit.

If only she could do that......

Before this thought was finished, Feng Qingying cut it off by itself. For a woman like her, it is most important to marry a good husband and live a life of respect, husband and child.

There are examples of mothers in the past, a man like her father, a man like Zhao Feng, she can never marry.

Feng Lingzhao had already walked away, and the direction he was taking seemed to be Zhao Feng's shop.

Feng Qingying's eyes were sharp, and she was surprised for a while: "Hey, she went to find Zhao Feng?"

"Who knows?"

"Aunt Nine came back this time, and she seemed to be in a hurry to get married. Feng Qingying's eyes rolled, "Did she fall in love with Zhao Feng?"

"Hmm?" Feng Lingshan remembered that when he saw Zhao Feng at home the previous time, he seemed to be walking with Feng Lingzhao. This time, Feng Lingzhao came to him again.

Is this an accident, or is it ......?

"Be quiet, it is said that people who learn martial arts have very sharp ears, don't let Xiao Jiu hear you arranging her behind your back!" Feng Lingshan helped her daughter into the carriage and admonished, "You have to be cautious in your words and deeds, the ninth sister is the most favored at home, and the old man obeys her and looks like a pearl baby." But I thought in my heart, could it be that this is really the case? The "hate to marry" she just muttered was actually right?

Feng Lingzhao looks like a maverick, so what, isn't he in a hurry to get married?

If that's the case, she's glad to see it happen.

In this way, Zhao Feng's little toad would not be staring at her daughter's swan meat.

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