They grew up together, but their destinies were different. Wei Hanzhang's surname was Wei, and she was the daughter of a noble family in the capital city. Jiang family felt a lot of guilt and love for this young girl who was taken away from her at an early age. She cared about her in her heart and was unambiguous in her actions. Every time she In the past year, a steady stream of good things came to Xuzhou from the capital. Wei Hanzhang said that she was raised in the Jiang family, but the Hou Mansion was in charge of her food and clothing expenses. She had never been short of good things since she was a child, and she had never worried about gold and silver. A hundred taels was nothing to her, but For Jiang Zhixue, who received monthly pocket money from her boudoir, it was indeed a huge amount. During the fifteen years in the Jiang family, Wei Hanzhang can be regarded as the most noble girl in Xuzhou. Her generous temperament was nurtured by the Jiang family's elders, coupled with her bright hibiscus face, which is as bright as the moon, ladies from other families, I don't secretly envy her good fortune. but…… Thinking of such a good-luck noble girl from the Hou family, her marriage also had troubles, Jiang Zhixue felt pity and sigh in her heart. Sure enough, nothing in the world is perfect, and no one has a good life all the time. She knew how close her cousin's relationship was with the husband of the Gu family, so Ran Ran must have been very sad when the Gu family broke off the engagement... Wei Hanzhang had no idea that his cousin thought of him as a little pitiful person. Seeing that she remained silent, he thought she was still uneasy, so he said again: "Sister, please accept it. Your marriage has been decided and you will get married soon." , I won’t be in Xuzhou by then, so I’ll just think of it as me adding makeup to my sister.” When the marriage was mentioned, Jiang Zhixue's face turned crimson, and she lowered her eyes shyly. Just as she was about to say something, the carriage stopped at this moment. The old lady of Jiang Mansion who came out with her said in a low voice outside: "Two girls, in front of you is Duke Dingguo's mansion. The Duke of their mansion is hosting a birthday banquet today. It's time to disperse. There are too many distinguished guests. This way. It's been blocked, do you two think we should take a detour?" Dingguo Mansion?
Wei Hanzhang was stunned and almost forgot that today is Duke Dingguo's seventieth birthday. The two direct descendants of the Wei family must have gone to the banquet, and...that Prince Xiao. After not seeing each other for two days, Wei Hanzhang suddenly remembered that Wei Hanzhang felt some inexplicable excitement in his heart. He didn't know what he was expecting, so he raised the car curtain. The spacious road ahead was indeed blocked by a group of guards. After Wei Hanzhang took a casual look, he hummed and said, "Let's take a detour." Waiting here, I don’t know how long it will take. Just as he was about to lower the car curtain, from the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people suddenly walking out of the gate of Duke Dingguo's Mansion in the distance. In the middle was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure. I say familiar because it was Xiao Boqian who had met her every day these days. She said she was unfamiliar... because Wei Hanzhang was a little afraid to admit that this man, who was respectfully held in the center by a group of princes, and who seemed to be the most noble man at first glance, would be the gentle and good-natured man she knew. Prince Xiao. "Wait!" It was too far away, and Wei Hanzhang doubted her eyesight. After stopping the carriage from turning around, she stuck her head out. After carefully watching for a few breaths, she was finally able to confirm that the young man in green robes and ink ribbons at the door of Duke Ding, who was indifferent and had an air of alienation between his brows, was indeed the 'Prince Xiao' she knew. Not only that, she also saw that among the people saluting the 'Prince Xiao' were her grandfather Wei Ping, uncle Wei Huan, biological father Wei Heng, and even several men from the Yongle Houfu of Wei Hanshuang's future husband's family. Also among them. She even saw Qi Yuxiao, who had been deprived of the title of princess, saluting. This is Princess Changle's eldest daughter. The man she needs to bow down and bow to...who could it be? Wei Hanzhang was stunned on the spot, a little lost. Seeing her cousin's appearance, Jiang Zhixue also moved her head over. She recognized her uncle Wei Heng, who came to pick up the Jiang family yesterday. Seeing so many people saluting, she couldn't help but wonder: "Which young master is this? " The old nun of Jiang Mansion who was standing outside the carriage suddenly fell to her knees on the ground and exclaimed in a low voice at the same time: "This is the guard of honor for the current prince. The two girls come down and salute." There were many pedestrians blocking the street. The carriages on the road also crashed and fell to their knees. Prince? Wei Hanzhang's expression suddenly changed. On the other hand, Jiang Zhixue's eyes lit up. He opened the car curtain and pulled his cousin out to get out. Wei Hanzhang, who was so shocked that he was in a trance, was staggered by her. When he got out of the car, he didn't forget to grab the curtain hat. After putting it on himself, he bowed his head and knelt on the ground. As the prince's maternal ancestor, the Dingguo Palace has a transcendent status. The old prince is highly respected. On his birthday today, countless nobles came to pay homage to him. Even His Majesty, who was lingering on the sick bed, personally sent congratulatory gifts. The prince personally sent them. This kind of honor is indeed unique in Beijing.
At the main entrance of Duke Dingguo's mansion, the old birthday star personally sent the prince's grandson who was celebrating his birthday to the carriage. When he was about to bow again and salute, he was supported by the chamberlain Ning Hai. Xiao Junzhan did not look at his grandfather, but glanced at the people kneeling on the street. He always felt that a familiar gaze was looking at him just now. His eyes swept over the rows of static carriages on the street. When he didn't see the familiar carriages, he frowned and looked away. Is it a hallucination? But I haven’t seen anyone in two days. Have you already missed me so much? Xiao Junzhan sighed in his heart, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. He turned around and said warmly to the old man: "You are an elder, so you don't need to be so polite." He has a habit of being cold-tempered, and even if he is a direct relative of his maternal ancestors, he is rarely cheerful. Therefore, this was actually the first time that the old prince was called an elder by the prince in front of everyone. The old man's face, stained red by alcohol, was very excited and wanted to thank him again. Xiao Junzhan helped him with his own hands, glanced at the courtiers who were bowing and saluting, and said softly: "There are still government affairs that have not been handled in the lonely palace. It is inconvenient to stay for a long time. The banquet is not over yet. Please go back, gentlemen." Everyone expressed their promise. Before Xiao Junzhan got into the car, he looked sideways at Wei Heng again. At the age of thirty-six, Wei Heng is well-maintained, has clear features, and a graceful demeanor. It can be seen that he must be a handsome and prosperous husband in his youth. Ran Ran has a beautiful appearance and a playful and arrogant temperament. There seems to be water flowing between his eyebrows and eyes, which is very lively. Xiao Junzhan took a closer look several times today and guessed that Ran Ran looks more like his mother. But even so, when looking at Wei Heng, Xiao Junzhan's eyes softened unconsciously, not as indifferent as usual. Wei Heng's heart was pounding. He didn't understand how he caught His Highness's eye today. In one afternoon, he found that His Highness looked at him at least three times. It's still the kind of careful look that stays for a few breaths. Xiao Junzhan looked at the thin sweat on his future father-in-law's forehead and smiled comfortably: "Zishu, don't be nervous, Gu has no other intentions." "……Yes." When Wei Heng heard this, he bowed and nodded with a complicated heart. When the prince Luan Jia set off and walked away, he slowly stood up straight.