My golden finger is delicious

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Jingyou 8th year

Yingtianfu Xu Mansion.

A white light descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard, turning into a beautiful young woman in white.

The servants around saw the young woman.

They immediately put down their work and saluted neatly, calling her Madam, and were not surprised by the "falling from the sky" just now.

"Where is Dingbei?"

The young woman in white asked an old servant.

She immediately got the news that her son was in the study.

The young woman, who was eager to miss her son, turned around and disappeared, and directly moved herself to the door of the study with magic.

The servants could not watch the lady leave, and started working again.

But they all showed more or less envy.

Having magic... is really convenient.

"After so many years, the lady hasn't aged at all."

"I heard that the lady looked like this 1,500 years ago, and she is just getting there."

The maids all showed yearning eyes, it's really good to be a monster.

"That's right, the general is really lucky."

The male servants also showed their longing eyes... It's great.

Every man hopes that his wife is as beautiful as a flower. The master of the Xu family is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also stays young forever.

The master of their family is really lucky.

There are so many man-eating monsters, and he met a good monster that doesn't eat people. She is so beautiful, so gentle, and has powerful magic.

"I heard that the master and the lady were destined to meet each other despite the distance."

"Of course, the God was the matchmaker."

"Now in Suzhou and Hangzhou, every Qingming Festival, young men and women must go to the Broken Bridge to worship the statue of the God and pray for a happy marriage."

"And the West Lake, because there are too many people who want to cruise, the local government can only draw lots every year to decide who will cruise the lake, so as to avoid more boats than water, hahahahaha."

"It's more than just a deep marriage."

"I heard that the lady also went with the Northern Expedition, and helped the Song army flood the Great Xia pursuers, protecting the God and the divine seed back to the country. At that time, she was already pregnant with a little boy."

"The lady is heroic!"

A servant raised his thumb.

Feeling that one hand was not enough, both hands were raised.

"That's a whole river. In a flash, at least a hundred feet of water rushed over."

"Wow~ Is it really that high?"

"It's true. The general said it himself when he was staying up all night with the whole family that year."

"Later, the lady followed the general to fight in the south and the north. The lady is not only good at magic, but also good at medicine. I don't know how many lives of generals were saved by the lady."

"I heard that once the Xia army attacked the camp, it happened to be the Dragon Boat Festival..."

"I know this! The lady showed her true form and crushed them."

"Oh, didn't it say that monks can't take action?"

"According to the saying at the time... On the Dragon Boat Festival, the snake demon has a bad temper and can do anything."

"Wow!"

You can still take advantage of this loophole.

"Ahem." The housekeeper coughed twice as he passed by.

The servants who gathered together to chat immediately dispersed.

But there was not much fear on their faces.

The master was kind and would not blame them for being absent.

Of course, the work still had to be done seriously.

The housekeeper also understood the excitement of the servants and often turned a blind eye.

The story of the Xu Mansion... is really too legendary and wonderful.

Bai Suzhen turned around and came to the study.

After knocking on the door and walking in, she saw a delicate and beautiful young boy.

The young boy stood in front of the desk, his brows were full of deep thought, but his hands were writing furiously.

At a young age, he had a calm and steady momentum far beyond his peers.

His pattern and demeanor were completely unlike a ten-year-old child.

"Mom! You're back!"

Seeing Bai Suzhen, the boy who was writing furiously immediately put down his paper and pen and threw himself into his mother's arms.

The calmness and demeanor when he was writing just now disappeared. In his mother's arms, he was just an ordinary child.

"Dingbei, you've worked hard, let me see it."

Bai Suzhen caressed her child lovingly.

Xu Dingbei's appearance was almost the same as Xu Xian's.

There was no trace of Bai Suzhen in this child's appearance.

But Xu Dingbei is different from Xu Xian.

This child is smart and clever, and there is a sense of cleverness in his eyes.

Compared with Xu Xian's honesty, Dingbei's intelligence and agility are generally recognized to be inherited from Bai Suzhen.

"Mom, you haven't been out for long this time."

Xu Dingbei was a little embarrassed and a little expectant, so he put his face close to Bai Suzhen to touch.

Well, he has grown up and shouldn't act like a spoiled child.

But... there are no outsiders now.

"I missed you a little while ago, are you helping your father write official documents again?"

Bai Suzhen picked up the memorial on the table and looked at the steady and neat handwriting on it, with clear logic and freehand writing with exquisite official documents.

Proud of her son again.

"Yes." Xu Dingbei's little face was bitter. "Why does a military general have to write so many official documents?"

"Civil officials write more."

Xu Dingbei's little face was more determined not to follow the path of civil officials in the future.

Thinking of this, Xu Dingbei asked his mother to teach him a few more moves.

He had already learned the last one.

Bai Suzhen touched her son's head with a smile.

He could recite at the age of three, chant at the age of five, and write at the age of seven.

I don’t know how many famous scholars want to accept Bei as their disciple.

Her son might be the reincarnation of Wenquxing, of course she knew.

But what does that matter?

He is her son.

He can do whatever he wants.

Although Bai Suzhen sometimes has doubts...

"You are so good at reading, my mother always thought you were good at literature."

Bai Suzhen still remembers that a group of monks there hesitated to persuade the couple to "think twice."

I also remember the unhappy Wenquxing back then.

She thought that if this child was really the reincarnation of Wen Quxing, he might be born with a love for Wen Quxing and would be forced to do so in the future.

She is here to persuade Xu Xian.

I never expected that the child would be extremely talented in literature.

But he likes to practice martial arts.

In his words...

"Mom, you know, things that are too easy are boring."

Articles that can be memorized after just one glance, and books that can be understood after reading them twice, are so unchallenging.

If it wasn't too easy.

It would not be his turn to write official documents in his father's stead when he was only ten years old.

"If Dad studies, will he be bad at it? He can memorize those complicated medical skills just by memorizing them."

The young Xu Dingbei talked about his three views to his mother.

"Reading is too easy and not challenging."

With a smile on her face, Bai Suzhen gently admonished her child.

Just think about this, don't say it out loud.

"Mother, mother, have you found the god or the altar this time?"

"No."

Bai Suzhen shook her head regretfully.

Since Wu Ding disappeared, the entire Song Dynasty has not given up looking for him.

The official name was even changed and is still used today, just to show the merits of the witch tripod to God.

But two years ago.

The altar disappeared in full view of everyone.

If it weren't for the auspicious colorful light that followed, Song Dynasty might have fallen into panic.

In the past two years, everyone has become more and more certain that the "disappearance" of colorful lights and altars is a good thing.

After all, the past two years have been so smooth.

What are the laws of agricultural empire?

There were three years of drought and three years of floods.

A country with a vast territory can suffer from drought on one side and floods on the other.

Not to mention that crops can also get diseases, attract insects, etc.

If there weren't some natural disasters every year... Congratulations, you must have been deceived by the treacherous ministers below.

Only whether the disaster is serious or not, there is no way to say whether it will be a disaster or not.

However, these two years.

The weather was so good that the ministers below did not dare to report it.

The officials even sent waves of imperial envoys to visit privately incognito.

Later, monks also searched all over the world.

In the end, after it was determined that nothing happened, everyone started thinking about miracles.

Not only that, but also Liao and Xia next door.

Although it only lasted smoothly for two years.

But these two years are enough for an excellent government with high-yielding crops to raise the entire country's strength to a whole new level.

After all, there is nothing special to spend in Dafeng every year.

This extra money is enough to build another national treasury.

The more this happens, the less everyone forgets who brought all this.

If Wu Ding hadn't sacrificed his immortality and longevity.

There will be no such crops.

If it weren't for Wu Ding, what would he have done?

There would not have been these two miraculous years.

"Mother, did you say that the Lord God has really returned to the immortal world?"

Xu Dingbei continued to ask, but this time he was not as lively as before.

The little face that looked exactly like Xu Xian was filled with worry.

The altar disappeared, indicating that the merits of the witch tripod had returned to the fairy world.

This statement is currently the most comforting statement for the public.

But if this statement is really so tenable.

Bai Suzhen doesn't need to search for people all over the world whenever she has free time.

"Mom doesn't know, but Dingbei..."

Bai Suzhen is stuck.

Xu Dingbei:? ? ?

After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't tell Wu Ding the letter.

Wu Ding promised to attend Dingbei's wedding.

This promise has always been the expectation of all senior officials of the Song Dynasty.

But the more we look forward to it, the more we fear disappointment.

I was afraid that in my hurry I would miss Wu Ding's return.

It was this worry about gains and losses that gave Xu Dingbei peace over the years.

No one was forced to go to church as soon as he could walk.

But as the altar disappeared.

As Dingbei gradually grows up.

Everyone was a little bit unable to sit still.

He is already 10 years old. If calculated by calculation, he would be 11 years old.

There are still three months left to celebrate the New Year, so it can be counted as 12.

I'm already 12...it makes sense to make an appointment first.

It’s not just everyone who thinks so.

Bai Suzhen, a mother who devoted herself to her son, couldn't help but think about it.

"Dingbei, this time when mother comes back, she is ready to take you back to Qiantang to meet your little cousin."

"It's okay to go to Qiantang, but haven't you met cousin Bilian? Why do you have to go all the way to see her?"

Xu Xian is no longer a small drugstore owner in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

But he was a young general who was fighting everywhere.

The mansion was also given by the imperial court, so it was impossible to stay in Qiantang.

So Xu Dingbei successfully missed his childhood sweetheart with his little cousin and a good gay friend he had played with since childhood.

Looking at his unenlightened son in front of him.

Think again of the little girl who is still losing her teeth.

Bai Suzhen was at a loss for words in front of her son for the first time.

"That's it, just...meet you."

Not just a cousin from Qiantang.

There are many sisters waiting for you to meet in the future.

When Bai Suzhen was secretly preparing for her son's blind date.

A figure with a mask on his face stared at the temple full of incense in amazement.

He looked at the people coming and going, praying for peace, health, wealth, official luck, marriage, and offspring.

He looked at this golden statue of a deity with many functions, which carefully carved his face.

He looked at it and saw that it was written on the statue...

Holy Qingcheng Rende and Anrongrui Zhenjun

Wu Ding: What the hell is this!