Chongfei Manual

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Did not participate in the marriage of Liang Yurong and Wei Changxuan, Wei Wei more or less have some regrets. Just remembering the last life, they did not have the chance to meet the two company commanders, and they felt that this regret was nothing. Wei Wei believes that the person who often leads his eldest brother will be treated well with Liang Yurong. After waiting for a while, his leg is cured, then they are the praised golden boy and girl.

Wei Wei selected a jadeite to send a Guanyin image from the storeroom. This jade moisturizing ice is soft and delicate, and the statue is exquisite. At first glance, it is not a vulgar object. She asked Zhao Wei, and she learned that this was the famous Buddhist master of the former dynasty, who had opened the light personally. It has been passed down to the present, but it is invaluable. Wei Wei has become accustomed to his defiant behavior, calmly expressed his knowledge, and also picked up a few gifts for grandparents and fathers, as well as several aunts.

When I came to the British government, it was just when I arrived.

Wei Wei and Zhao Wei walked into the front hall and saw Liang Yurong standing behind Wei Chang. Wei Chang cited is still sitting in a wheelchair, but in fact he has been able to walk down the ground, but it is not appropriate to go too long, half an hour a day, to help the recovery of legs and feet. Liang Yurong wore a pomegranate red 缂 silk treasure chest with a short plaque, and a pleated skirt with a pleated skirt. It was like a flower, and the cheeks were smiling. It was originally said at the bow and Wei Chang, and he said that Wei Wei came in, one Looking up, on the line of sight of Wei Wei’s smile, he made a big red face first.

Wei Wei and Zhao Yu first gave gifts to the elders and gave gifts one by one. When it was Liang Yurong's turn, she took the long enamel of the rosewood inlaid with the celestial water fairy in the hands of Jin Hao, and promoted the narrow road: "This is for the big brother and Yu Rong."

Liang Yurong took a look. There was a statue of Guanyin lying in the scorpion. Her face was red and she wanted to tease Wei Wei one or two sentences. But because she was just married, she was not rude in front of her elders. Wei Hao glanced at the ground and said: "Thank you... Five grandmothers."

Wei Weidao: "You are welcome."

On the side of the second lady, Song, saw it and smiled and said: "Yu Rong and the young master have just been married for two days, and they are not in a hurry. But the aunt married to Jing Wang for more than two months, can the stomach be moving?"

I didn't expect the topic to lead to myself, and Wei Wei suddenly picked it up. She did not specifically consider this issue, and always felt that the time was still long, and it was best not to worry. At the moment, the second aunt asked in front of everyone, she said in a moment: "I..."

Zhao Wei holds her hand: "Auntie is still young, and it is not good for the child to have a child. You don't have to worry about your child. Let's talk about it later."

The second lady smiled and said nothing more.

Wei Wei looked around and did not see Wei Changhong's figure. He asked Wei Kundao: "Hey, why is Chang Hong not?"

Wei Kundao: "Chang Hong wrote a couplet in the inner court. I have already ordered him to come over."

Wei Weidao: "I will go see him. It will take a long time to walk around the house."

Wei Kun did not stop. Zhao Wei knows the shortness of her younger brother. I don’t know what Chang Honghui said to Wei Wei after meeting. He licked his lips and said to Wei Kun and the United Kingdom: "Exactly, this king also went to observe the Spring Festival couplet written by the little nephew. ""

As a result, the British public and Wei Kun naturally can no longer stay in the front hall, it is necessary to follow Zhao Wei.

The British government has the habit of writing couplets in the New Year. This year it is the turn of Wei Changhong and Wei Changxian. It’s just that Wei Changxian is a heavy-hearted person. He can’t help himself. He writes a few times and slips to other places to play, leaving only Chang Hong alone. The inner court is eager to write a book. Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Wei Changhong sat behind the black lacquered gold-waisted squat case, and placed a dozen pairs of well-written couplets on his hand. He was serious and meticulous, and his writing movements were as pleasing as the clouds.

The **** that was grinding for him looked straight and looked like a fool. Even a group of people walked to the front and didn't notice it.

It doesn't blame the little girl looking at the fans. Chang Hong has been sixteen years old. It is the time when the young man grows up. The thin body has become quite tall and long, and the five senses have gradually become men's. He was born with a good-looking look, and now he has added some mature smells, which has led to a lot of girls who are frustrated with him, let alone a little embarrassment.

The hustle and bustle of Yu Guang’s seeing the big guys in the house came, and he was busy bowing his knees and saying: “The blind man has seen the country’s grandfather and has seen several lords.”

Wei Changhong put down the sheep and stood up and said: "Grandfather, hehe..." The line of sight turned, and Wei Wei, who saw the back, couldn’t help but smile. He said: "Auntie is coming too?"

Wei Wei came to him and looked at the couplet he wrote. Then he raised his head and said, "Who told you not to look at me? I had to come to you by myself."

Wei Changhong said: "I intended to finish the fifty pairs of couplets and go to the front hall. I didn't expect you to come over."

There is only one person in the UK, and he can't help but ask: "What about the string?"

Wei Changhong said: "The friend of the third brother came to him and he went out in advance."

The British public shook his head and was quite dissatisfied. "This child, twenty people are still so unsettled."

Wei Changhong did not speak.

The British public and several masters took a look at the couplet written by Chang Hong, and they were very satisfied with his words. The British public commented that "the brushstrokes are elegant and the bones are strong."

The family said happily, and the British public was afraid to slow down Zhao Wei, and he proposed to go back to the front hall. Just going back, the little guy in the gallery wearing a big red robe rushed over and rushed straight to Wei Wei, holding Wei Wei’s arm: "Auntie, you are finally back, I I miss you."

This little guy is not someone else, it is Wei Changmi.

After the rush, I pleaded guilty, saying: "The national lord forgives sins, the wife forgives sins, and the seven young masters have to come here..."

The four ladies did not blame her and waved: "Go on."

Wei Chang is still wrapped around Wei Wei, and asked with a small face: "Auntie, are you coming back this time?"

Wei Wei nodded. "Of course, I will leave in the evening."

Wei Changmi grinned and disappointed with his eyes wide open. "Can't you stay a few more days? I haven't been able to find you since you married."

The four ladies reluctantly reprimanded: "Mi Ge, come over. Don't talk nonsense."

Wei Changmei held Wei Wei's arm and did not move. The sly eyes turned and looked at Zhao Wei, who was silent next to him. Although he is only ten years old, he already knows how to marry a person. He also knows that Wei Wei is married to Zhao Wei. After thinking about it, he shouted in a proper manner: "Sister husband is good."

Zhao Yan bent his lips, "Hmm".

This little guy seems to be entangled, but more sensible than Wei Changhong. At least he never listened to Wei Changhong calling "sister husband."

Zhao Wei is quite a bit compassionate: "If you want to be a sister-in-law next time, you can come to the Jing Wang House at any time."

Wei Changmei’s eyes lit up and nodded. "Thank you brother-in-law."

Next to Wei Changhong looked at Chang Mi, thinking that it was really a puppy leg.