The little princess tames the prince

Chapter 142
At this time, when you come outside the Jingmen, you can listen to the voices of passers-by on the carriage road, or you can go into the city gate to look at the houses on the street.In Sister Zhen's eyes, she likes the Beijing accent and Beijing rhyme very much.

Half a day later, the carriage turned from the busy street into a corner where there were not many people.People from the Wangfu started from the street, and then the carriage stopped in front of the main entrance of the Wangfu.Zhao Amnesty carried Sister Zhen into the car and told her again: "We're home."

Sister Zhen raised her face to look at the main entrance, and there were also four large characters "Anping Wangfu" in gold on the door.

Zhao She's father, Mr. Zhao, held a higher official position than his son before he became unemployed.

Entering the gate of the palace, two rows of family members bowed in unison: "Welcome the prince back to the mansion." Zhao She came over proudly, carrying Zhenjie and her son without looking sideways.

Sister Zhen came slowly, seeing that the palace in the capital is much smaller than the fief.But the green glazed tiles, red eaves and red walls, and the ridge-an kissing beast are all meticulous.

Walk past a sparse pavilion with the word "Miaoxiang" written on it.Sister Zhen's eyes couldn't help but follow him, holding Zhao She's hand and following him.

When Zhao She saw it, he stopped and let Zhenjie take a closer look.Noticing that Zhao She stopped, Zhenjie's face turned red with embarrassment: "Let my cousin wait for me, I just see this word is familiar, it's written by my cousin." Taking a closer look, Zhenjie carefully said: " It's like my cousin's words when he was a teenager."

"You have some eyesight." Zhao She liked it, and continued to walk with Zhenjie, telling her, "Now I look at it, you are not so immature." Zhenjie said carefully: "I didn't mean this , because I think my cousin should be an iron horse, and the word Miaoxiang doesn't seem to be my cousin's tone."

Zhao She felt that these words were unbearable, so he had to distinguish: "In the eyes of Zhenjie, my cousin can only wield a knife and a gun." Zhenjie hurriedly said again: "I didn't mean that." The son is poor in words and can't tell the difference, so he can only smile at Zhao She.

"Naughty child, mom and dad are here to pick us up." Zhao She frowned and reminded Zhenjie to look ahead.Sister Zhen looked over, and there was a group of people standing on the second gate, and only one of them was a man, wearing a black poplin robe, with a face similar to Zhao She's. This was Zhao She's father, Mr. Zhao.

Elder Zhao looked eagerly at his son, and said to his wife next to him, "Your son has grown up a lot?" The woman in her 40s standing beside him was Zhao She's mother, the old lady. With a smile: "In the eyes of the elders and me, he is just a child."

There were more than a dozen steps away, and the old lady looked at her with nice eyes. Her son was tall and majestic, which relieved the old lady's longing for her son; and couldn't wait to see the petite figure beside Zhao She, and the old lady burst into tears: "Is this true?" Sister."

Master Zhao only looked at his son, and said happily: "This is a child who started a government office and built a mansion." Listening to the advice of the two daughters Baotian and Zhutian beside him: "Mother, don't be sad, I finally saw you." Wiping away tears with the handkerchief embroidered with orchids in his hand, he looked intently at Zhao She and sister Zhen who were walking side by side in front of him, smiled and said: "This child must be thin and weak. He looks like he can't be blown by the wind when he walks."

The two married daughters, Baotian and Zhutian, came back today to see the elder brother and the real sister, and said to their mother in unison: "Look at what mother said, whether elder brother will like it or not after hearing it. Mother always thinks, since we are here Hands, just take care of yourself."

The old lady smiled after hearing this: "You said it to the bottom of my heart, but it's not that I finally got it, and I won't give it to you again." While speaking, the person has already approached.Zhao She led Sister Zhen two steps forward, and he bowed down first: "Father, mother, the son is back." Sister Zhen followed behind and bowed down hastily.

"Help up quickly, it's cold outside, and salute properly in the room." The old lady hurriedly called for someone to help her, and seeing Mrs. Zhao holding her son's hand, she came to see her real sister.Now it's the old lady who walks inside holding Sister Zhen's hand: "Let's go to the room and have a good talk."

The real sister only took a quick look at the aunt, she didn't look old.The face is kind, but the eyes are the kind that have been weathered and sharp.Seeing this look, what Sister Zhen thought of at the same time was Zhao She's usually stern eyes, which were exactly the same as the old lady's.

The old lady held sister Zhen's hand in one hand, and Baotian supported her in the other.Walking up a few steps, she turned her head to Sister Zhen and smiled a few times: "It's very similar to your mother." This made Sister Zhen feel emotional, and tears filled her eyes uncontrollably.Although Zhao She, who was walking behind with his father, didn't see it, he hurriedly said, "Mother, please go to the room and talk about it."

"Okay, okay, I know." The old lady didn't speak any more, and walked into the room happily.The real sister can feel the joy of seeing her aunt just by holding her hand.

Walking ahead to the door of the hanging flower, several mothers and girls in the yard came out to welcome them, and they all laughed and said: "The old lady is happy today, the prince is back, and the girl is here too." The old lady is happy: "No, really sister I went home this year." Sister Zhen was touched, no wonder my cousin treats me so well in order to be filial.It's rare for this mother-in-law to think so highly of her.

Come to the room and look at the upper room, the peony rich brocade couch, all mahogany tables and chairs.A white jade flower plug is inserted with winter jasmine flowers, and a sapphire aromatherapy fragrance slowly emits.

While watching, he did not forget to help the old lady to sit up.As soon as the old lady sat down, she smiled and called her husband: "My lord, come and sit down too, so that they can salute." The old lady anxiously watched Zhao She and sister Zhen salute.

This is not a worship ceremony, nor is it a husband and wife returning together, but the old lady has always wanted to see this ceremony in her heart.Master Zhao knew what his wife wanted, so he walked up to her and sat down side by side.Then he called to his son, "Let's sit down."

Zhao She and Sister Zhen took off their outer cloaks, and they came upright and kowtowed to their parents. The old lady liked to call out: "Reward them with my things."

What Zhao She gave was a high-quality jade belt buckle, what Zhen Jieer gave was a box full of hair.The head and face are inlaid with gold south beads, the beads are not big, but they are rarely even and flawless.Sister Zhen thanked her, and the old lady grabbed her hand, tears came down: "It's very similar to your mother."

(End of this chapter)