Chapter 569 New Year's Eve, receiving red envelopes
Wan Yirou's marriage was settled, and the whole capital knew about her marriage that day.
Those who disliked the Duke's Mansion began to gloat. Without Wan Yirou, a big competitor, those families with daughters couldn't help but feel happy.
However, many people also wondered why the emperor did not wait for Wan Yirou to grow up a little more and directly let her enter the palace as a concubine?
Anyway, there are many different opinions, and no one can guess what the emperor means by granting marriage.
On the second day after the marriage was granted, Ji Wenyu, the prince of the Xichang Earl's Mansion, was suddenly promoted by the emperor to the position of Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.
The capital city was in an uproar now.
No one knows why the emperor, against all odds, directly promoted Ji Wenyu to the rank of Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, a fourth-rank official.
At the same time, rumors were spreading in the capital that the daughter of the Wan family was destined to bring good luck to her husband, and that her husband's family had just started to get promoted after she was granted marriage.
In short, no matter what the rumors were, the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion welcomed the New Year with great enthusiasm.
Because there are three more people in the Duke's Mansion this year, the New Year's celebration is particularly lively.
On New Year's Eve, there were two tables in total. Zhao, Wan Yirou and Fubao were in the backyard, while Wan Xingchen, Wan Laoer and Jia Yanbing were in the front yard.
This was Fubao's first time to celebrate New Year's Eve in the capital, and also her first time to celebrate New Year's Eve away from home. Her homesickness was greater than her joy.
She always stared at the table full of delicious food, and the images of her mother, grandmother, and sister Guihua appeared in her mind from time to time.
"Fubao, what's wrong? Why don't you eat? These are your favorite foods."
Zhao found that something was wrong with Fubao. She didn't eat a single bite of the food Qingmei picked for her.
"Aunt, I miss my mother and grandma. I want to go home. They must miss me too. I even dreamed that my mother was calling me the other day."
Upon hearing this, Zhao quickly put down the chopsticks in her hand, stood up and walked to Fubao, took Fubao into her arms, gently stroked Fubao's back, and gently comforted him: "Fubao, I heard from your brother Chen that your matter should be coming to fruition soon. You will receive a reply from your brother Mo on the eighth day of the first lunar month at the latest."
Fu Bao's eyes widened in surprise, and he raised his little head, looking at Zhao with sparkling eyes and said, "Is what Aunt said true? Did Brother Mo's letter really come back so soon? It took us more than two months to get to the capital from the border. It's only been a few days, and we can already receive Brother Mo's reply?"
"Of course, Auntie never lies. We always use carrier pigeons to send messages to your brother Mo. Birds fly fast, definitely faster than carriages. Moreover, they need less rest and can go in a straight line. Our carriages have to go around mountains. In comparison, aren't birds much faster?"
Fubao nodded excitedly, "Yeah, yes, Fubao feels hungry. Fubao wants to eat a lot of delicious food."
Seeing that Fubao's mood had improved, Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This girl was really easy to coax. She liked and loved her from the bottom of her heart.
But after all, this is someone else's daughter. Even if she forces her to stay, she can keep the person but not her heart. So forget it.
Seeing that Fubao had started eating with big mouthfuls, Zhao had a smile in her eyes.
Wan Yirou would also pick up food for Fubao from time to time.
After eating the New Year’s Eve dinner, it suddenly started snowing heavily outside.
"Wow, it's snowing again! This is really a sign of a good harvest!"
Zhao stood outside the warm room, looking at the falling snow outside, thinking that her family had been relatively peaceful and happy this year. The only change was that her daughter was granted marriage near New Year's Eve. Now her future son-in-law had become the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple. She felt much more comfortable.
It seems that Mo'er is right. She should not interfere in the marriage. However, the men in Weiyuan Marquis's family are all on the battlefield, but the family is lively, with many children and grandchildren. The three sons are married and have children. Unlike their house, it is deserted. If Fubao hadn't come, this house would have no lively atmosphere at all.
Zhao looked at Fubao, Wan Yirou and a few little maids playing snowball fights in the snow. The giggles coming from the yard from time to time added a lot of warmth to the quiet Duke's Mansion.
Zhao was afraid that Fubao would catch a cold, and was also concerned about her daughter's weak health, so she quickly asked someone to call the two back.
"Fubao, red envelopes are given out during the Chinese New Year. Come and wish your aunt a happy new year. I have prepared a big red envelope for you."
Fubao's little face was flushed. The maid had already taken off her cloak and gently brushed off the snowflakes on Fubao's body with a handkerchief.
Fubao's eyes were particularly bright as he looked at Zhao, "Aunt prepared a red envelope for me? Wow, Fubao will be rich in the New Year, Happy New Year, Aunt."
Fubao immediately kowtowed to Zhao, which amused the maids and servants around him.
Zhao also covered her mouth with a handkerchief and laughed.
"Girl, go in first, it's cold here."
Zhao smiled and pulled Fubao up and walked into the warm room. Wan Yirou also followed Zhao with a smile.
After entering the warm room, Zhao carefully wiped the sweat off Fubao's forehead with a handkerchief, and the maid also took a cushion and placed it in the middle of the warm room.
"Miss Fubao, your legs won't hurt if you kneel here."
Qingmei said to Fubao with a smile.
Fubao glanced at the pink cushion on the ground and said to Qingmei with a smile: "Sister Qingmei, my legs don't hurt. Sometimes when I do something wrong, my mother punishes me by making me kneel. I don't feel any pain no matter how long I kneel. My legs are very strong."
But Fubao didn't say that every time Wan Ersao made her kneel as punishment, she would make her wear an extra pair of pants. Wan Ersao would sew an extra layer of thick cotton on the knees of the pants, which made the pants no different from kneeling on a cushion.
But Fubao didn't know Wan Ersao's painstaking efforts.
However, even though Fubao said this, he still walked over to the cushion and knelt down.
"Aunt, Fubao is here to wish you a happy new year. I wish you good health, a long life, and better looks."
It was the first time that Zhao heard someone say such a congratulatory speech. She found it quite strange. Besides, which woman doesn't want to become more and more beautiful?
Zhao was very happy. The servants had already prepared a tray with a big red seal on it.
"I have received your blessing. Come, I also wish you a happy new year, peace and prosperity, and that you will become more and more beautiful every year."
Fubao climbed up from the cushion and ran to Zhao.
Zhao handed the red envelope to Fubao.
"This is called New Year's money. When you go to bed later, put this red envelope under your pillow and open it tomorrow morning. It can ward off evil spirits, okay?"
Fubao nodded happily, "Yes, I know. Grandma and mother give Fubao red envelopes every year as New Year gifts."
"So good."
"Sister Fubao, you haven't wished me a happy new year yet, do you want a red envelope from me?"
Wan Yirou sat on the soft couch beside her and looked at Fubao with a smile.
"Wow, has Sister Rou also prepared a red envelope for Fubao?"
"Of course, but mine isn't as big as mom's. It's just a token of my sister's love."
Fubao was familiar with the experience. He took the red envelope given by Zhao, turned around and ran quickly to the cushion and prepared to kneel down.
"Qingmei, hurry up and hold her." Wan Yirou was a little amused. This Fubao sister was really a happy person.
Qingmei hugged Fubao tightly.
"Sister Rou, what's wrong? Aren't we going to celebrate the New Year?"
"You don't have to kowtow to me. We are equals. Just bow to me."
Fubao suddenly realized what was going on and quickly and neatly bowed to Wan Yirou.
I said a bunch of free auspicious words and got a big red envelope.
Fubao was so happy that she dreamed of receiving red envelopes at night. She woke up with laughter. However, it was not herself who woke up, but Wan Yirou who was sleeping next to her who woke up with laughter.
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