Chapter 891 Preparing to compete for son with the old man for a long time

In the eyes of the envoy of Nanhuan, General Zhang's inheritance is undoubtedly terrible. If all the generals of Dongshu were like him, what kind of power would it be?

Several people turned around in a hurry and had to go back and tell their emperor about the discovery.

This day, everyone was talking about the life of the old general. He used his own way to mourn the general who had blessed them. There were many people who came to care for him. Wen Mianmian stayed at the Zhang family to help. Zhang Zhenwen and his wife kept their feet, and the people in the Zhang family also came. A man who said he was Zhang Zhenwen's brother said sourly, "Look at his proud look, he will be the one who will be so big in the future."

He was the adopted person chosen by the clan, but his brother was finally selected, which made him miss the power and wealth of Batian.

"It's adopted. If you don't cry at this time, you don't need to walk around in such an energy, and you don't see any sadness."

His voice is very loud, just to ruin Zhang Zhenwen's reputation.

Sure enough, the few people passing by looked at Zhang Zhenwen's back and thought a little more about it. Wang Shoufu's mother, Mrs. Wang, stopped and said, "Which family is from? But the family has never done such a big thing?"

Before the person could introduce himself, Mrs. Wang said, "If anyone who comes to mourn, he should know that his appearance is solemn and sad, his words are humble and sad, and he will not talk about any matters that have nothing to do with the funeral."

"Such a big thing needs to be handled by someone, such as reporting a funeral, a small funeral, a funeral, and a funeral. The filial son must be properly handled and arranged one by one. How can he take care of the sadness at this time?"

Zhang Zhenwen's elder brother was flushed when he was said and bowed, "What the old lady taught me is that I am confused."

When Lord Gu of the Ministry of Rites brought people to help support, the old general's funeral was even more organized. Wen Mianmian did not return home until the evening. When he saw Hua Jingyun standing in the yard, he asked curiously, "If you don't go into the house and sit, why are you standing here?"

"As for Xiu Rui."

"As for what you take back, just wait for Grandpa Zhang to have funeral."

"You said that even if we are not good, we have not yet reached the point where our son, who is several months old, is it?"

Hua Jingyun didn't expect that the little princess today was so easy to talk to, so she quickly helped her, "I will pick her up at that time. Xiu Rui is naughty. Maybe my father will not have the energy to do anything after taking her for two days, and it may not be possible to send her back."

Wen Mianmian.

He looked up at the sky speechlessly, and after a while, he spoke, "I have been busy these days. Tomorrow morning, I will send Xiao Yuluan into the palace to ask the emperor and grandmother to help me watch it, so that they can all be together."

If the emperor refused to return it, she would have to let her father take action.

Wen Mianmian sat down after returning to the bedroom, "Just as soon as I came out of the Zhang family, two wives pulled me to speak, saying that Xiu Rui could be taken by his father and could be taken by his father for two days. It was a great blessing. It seemed that because of Xiu Rui, I was about to rise."

"Now people outside say that we couple are trying everything to fight for. All the children who are several months old have taken advantage of them and are very thoughtful."

A storm that could not be called a storm soon passed, and the patriarch of the Zhang family soon learned the news. From today on, Zhang Zhenwen's elder brother has not appeared in the Zhang family, and I don't know if he was driven back.

Wen Mianmian gave him a blank look, "The next few months will be the cutest time in Xiu Rui's life. He can crawl and sit, and babble and learn from adults. The little man is chubby and innocent when he smiles. Even when he falls asleep, he is happy. If he wants to take a few more glances, as an elder, he can only look at it more and more reluctantly, and he will send it back. How could he have been tormented enough?"

Someone sighed, "It is still very appropriate for the Zhang family to do things. The second young master welcomes the mourning people in the mourning hall, and the eldest young master handles all the trivial matters. I think it is in order."

It's really awkward to think about it.

"I tell you that if you start, you can't stop it. Let's be prepared to compete with the elderly on both sides for a long time."

Hua Jingyun was also helpless. Logically speaking, when his grandfather was willing to help see the children, they should be full of joy and gratitude. But Xiu Rui's grandfather was the emperor, which made the originally simple matter complicated.

"It should have been like this."

Hua Jingyun poured her a cup of tea and massaged her shoulders. "Some people are used to planning, and they have to figure out what happens in their eyes. No matter how powerful we are, we can't stop the mouths of those people outside, so let them go."

Hua Jingyun approached her and looked at her carefully, "The people around her father came here and said that the old general passed away was very uncomfortable. She didn't sleep all night last night. Fortunately, it was better to have Xiu Rui accompanying her."

After saying that, he left quickly. Mrs. Wang also left surrounded by the maids. The remaining people looked at each other. Someone suddenly said, "On the day when Mr. Wu was in funeral, his son was having a drink with people on the table, and he laughed happily. He said that he started crying since the middle of the night and cried until dawn. It can be seen that he really didn't care about sadness when he was busy."

Wen Mianmian raised her eyebrows, "So I want Xiu Rui to spend a few more days in the palace, right?"

Hua Jingyun was a little worried, "The wood is so beautiful that it will be destroyed by the wind in the forest. Our brothers are pretty good now, but they are always on guard against others. Even if they don't have any ideas, the people behind them, such as the eldest brother's uncle's Sun family, have been jumping up and down recently."

Hua Jingyun hurried forward and added, "It was sent back in the morning and to the palace in the evening. After all, the father was also very busy during the day."

"Everyone wants their children to be loved by their elders, and I am no exception. That is the blessing of the children. Xiurui's grandfather is the emperor. Even if there are two brothers, they will complain that the old man is unfair, let alone the royal family?"

"Some things don't need to be taken by yourself. Even if it's an inadvertent word or a sigh, someone will take action for them. Don't take two children out at will, and the people who serve you must carefully choose. Yan Xun has found a few people on your order. I am not very satisfied. I am going to ask my father-in-law for two after waiting for the old general Zhang."

Wen Mianmian is also a mother now. How can mothers listen to such words? She feels more and more irritable. Madam Fang came with Yuluan in her arms, "The little princess has been looking for you today, and she also looks for the little prince. She can't sleep well even if she sleeps."

As soon as she got to her mother's arms, Xiao Yuluan cried. The little girl was so gentle that she cried. Wen Mianmian's heart was irritated, "You might as well cry like your brother, and you would cry so softly that your mother would burst into tears."

"Stop crying, I will take you to find your brother tomorrow. I don't know if your brother is looking for you now."

Xiao Xiurui, who was beloved by his sister and was muttered by his mother, was now carried into his grandfather's private warehouse. Because it was getting dark, he wanted to find his mother to find his sister again. In order to coax him, the emperor had to do this bad thing. When he came out of the private warehouse, he got a string of big pearls, which hung it around his neck, like a little arhat.
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