When the Regent Princess kneeled, all the children in Beijing broke their knees.

"What's going on with those two people?" At this moment, although Mr. Zhuang was very excited, he only had this one younger brother, how could he not care?

Isn’t the spoiled character of the second brother the result of his indulgence?

However, although he has a stubborn temper, he is a member of the Zhuang family. Even if he has a bad temper, he will never do anything that is harmful to others.

"The manners, speech, and demeanor of a person are not something that can be cultivated in an ordinary family."

"It can even be very comfortable, making people unconsciously feel close to each other."

Affinity is an innate ability that not everyone possesses.

Being able to make people let down their guard is ability.

He traveled far and wide, and what he relied on over the years was not the reputation of the banker. Everything was achieved by him alone, holding his breath.

Naturally, he has his foresight and vision.

There are very few young people whom he can't find fault with, and Kang Yun is one of them. Although he has not known him for a long time, his words and actions seem to be able to control people's hearts.

Not to mention finding fault, he even felt a sense of liking for it.

"He is a strange man."

"The Zhuang family will host a banquet for them the day after tomorrow."

The lady suddenly spoke. Ever since her daughter married and moved to Kyoto, she had received letters year after year, all in Miaomiao's handwriting, but she always felt uneasy. Now that she finally saw the person from there, she always had to ask Miaomiao how she was doing and whether her life was going well.

A mother worries about her son even when he is far away, not to mention that Miaomiao has been married for more than 20 years, and she feels uneasy.

"After I go back, I will discuss it with the two gentlemen to see their opinions and attitudes." Master Zhuang nodded and agreed directly.

Mr. Zhuang held the box tightly in his arms and never let go since it came into his hands.

"Let's have dinner at home." At this time, Mr. Zhuang spoke.

After saying this, he looked up at his younger brother.

Mr. Zhuang instinctively wanted to retort. After all, this kind of thing had happened more than 20 years ago, and many things had become instincts.

At this moment, the lady nodded and said, "It's settled."

"Your room has been cleaned up all the time. Go back to your own yard and don't run out all the time. Look at your clothes and your appearance. Are you short of food or drink?"

The lady pointed at his clothes, which were still the shopkeeper's attire. He was in a hurry when he first came, and even the uppers of his shoes were dirty. He looked a little disheveled.

"Oh."

Master Zhuang nodded, stood up and returned to the yard.

Mr. Zhuang bowed to his wife and said that there were only two people who could control the second son. One of them was Miaomiao who was far away in Kyoto, and distant water could not put out a nearby fire.

One is my own wife, and my wife is still the most powerful.

When Mr. Zhuang returned to his yard, he found that nothing had changed except that the trees were taller and the flowers were more luxuriant. There was a tea table under the tree, the furnishings in the room were clean and tidy, and the table top was dust-free.

Even though he had been away for more than 20 years, everything in this yard remained the same as before.

"Ugh!"

Mr. Zhuang sighed, then opened the box that was like a treasure, and picked up the letter at the bottom. The sealing wax on it was also the oldest and the color was very dark, obviously it had been stored for many years.

"Uncle, do you know? In him, Miaomiao felt a feeling she had never felt before, and her heart kept pounding."

"Uncle, Miaomiao married in Kyoto. We haven't seen each other for many years. I don't know when we will see each other again. Miaomiao has everything, including the phoenix crown and the red bridal robe. Miaomiao has everything, but at Miaomiao's wedding ceremony, I didn't see my uncle."

"Uncle, the Kang family treats me very well. I live happily here. Lily is born. She is a girl, fair and tender, like a girl from the south of the Yangtze River."

"Second uncle..."

Letters were opened one after another, but not a single one of them asked for a reply.

Perhaps she knew in her heart that her second uncle was angry. How could her second uncle, who loved her so much, accept that she had married and moved far away in Kyoto when he was not at home?

But time is urgent, the situation in the court is changing rapidly, and Kang Lian's appointment imperial edict has already been issued, so there is no time to wait.

Mr. Zhuang rubbed his sore eyes, carefully sealed all the letters he had read, and then put them back into the box in order.

It turned out that after so many things happened back then, the eldest brother did not want to hide it from himself and marry Miaomiao to Kyoto in exchange for the wealth and glory of the Zhuang family.

Miaomiao has lived a good life over the years, and her joy and happiness can be seen between the lines of her words.

That’s enough!

Mr. Zhuang smiled, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. He finally let go of the worry that had been on his mind for half his life.

The next day, I got up before daybreak.

It was quiet outside and the night was very peaceful. In order not to disturb others, she flew up and left the courtyard, landing in the corner of a small alley.

When she was using Qinggong to leave, Han Bing suddenly opened his eyes, then shook his head gently and went back to rest.

There were already pedestrians on the road. Some were carrying shoulder poles with bamboo baskets filled with various goods in front and behind. Some were driving horse-drawn carriages, going to deliver goods to other places.

In a new place, she habitually explores the terrain first, and also likes to explore the local customs and practices. The Jiangnan town, which is different from Kyoto in style, has moist air and the faint scent of flowers that wafts from time to time, which makes people want to indulge in it.

The mist and drizzle are like a dream, the fragrance spreads for thousands of miles, the wind is light and the clouds are white.

"Sir, would you like a bowl of hot soup?"

An old woman, carrying a shoulder pole, came from not far away with a kind smile on her face. Looking at Jiang Yunchu leaning against the railing, she thought he was really a handsome young man.

"Have a bowl."

After asking the price, Jiang Yunchu handed over a copper coin and took the hot soup in a bamboo bucket.

"The bamboo buckets are all clean. After the old woman sells them every day, she will clean them and boil the water. You can drink from them without worry."

The old woman was smiling. The young man opposite her was obviously from a wealthy family, so he would naturally be more particular.

"Delicious."

Jiang Yunchu picked up the bamboo bucket and his eyes lit up after tasting it.

"I have been selling this soup my whole life. Today is the last day I sell it. You won't be able to drink it anymore."

The old woman took the bamboo bucket she returned and left with a smile.

Jiang Yunchu looked at her back. She had clearly unloaded her burden, so why did she feel lost?

She smiled and shook her head, then continued walking forward. The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and there were more and more people on the street. The sounds of shouting and buying and selling were endless.

Only when she felt a little sunburned did she return to the Zhuangjia Inn.