At first, everyone was a little awkward, but as they drank more, they became more familiar with each other, and their relationship naturally grew closer.
Fuqing also drank quite a bit, and his alcohol tolerance was not bad; by the end, he had drunk quite a lot.
Although someone else was treating, Fuqing still had his servant pay the money in advance. He was quite restrained, knowing he couldn't drink too much, and even if someone urged him to drink more, he could resist.
Upon arrival, he found the entire room drunk. He then instructed his servants to send everyone back before finally breathing a sigh of relief.
To be honest, the Ministry of War in the capital was not as comfortable as it was in Cangzhou. Fuqing sighed before leaving the private room.
The relationships in the capital are complicated, and although the relationships in Cangzhou are also messy, they don't affect him. After such a long period of comfortable life, it's no wonder that he felt a bit tired when he suddenly returned to the capital, this big melting pot.
But no matter how tired you are, you have to keep going.
As soon as I left the private room and went downstairs, I ran into Zhang Zhelan, which was quite a coincidence.
Zhang Zhelan returned home unharmed and was given a new job, which pleased his mother.
The reason we went out today was because it was a day off, and I took my sister out for a stroll. Around noon, we didn't want to go back, so we decided to have lunch at a restaurant.
Fuqing had indeed drunk some wine; although he wasn't completely drunk, he was definitely a bit sluggish.
"Lord Fuqing?"
Fuqing realized what was happening and said, "Doctor Zhang, what a coincidence."
Zhang Zhelan said, "I'm off today, so I came out for a stroll. Lord Fuqing has already had lunch."
"Yes, I just ate."
Zhang Peilan didn't speak. At first, Fuqing didn't notice, but he wasn't blind. Such a big person was right next to Zhang Peilan, so he could see her.
"And who is this?" Actually, Fuqing misunderstood when he asked this question.
Manchus are allowed to meet after an engagement, so he assumed Zhang Peilan was his fiancée!
"My sister."
Fuqing then realized he had been overthinking things.
Then Fuqing left: "Oh, then I won't disturb your meal any longer. I'll head back now. Let's get together again sometime."
"Okay, let's get together again sometime."
After Fuqing left, Zhang Peilan asked, "Brother, who is this person? I've never heard you mention him before?"
"He is a prince of the Fucha family. I met him when I went to Japan. We have some acquaintance. He is a good person."
Zhang Peilan said with a smile, "It's rare that even an older brother thinks it's good, so it must really be good."
"Do you really think that way?"
"Yes, yes, I was being too cautious and judging you by my own standards. Brother, you are a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against me."
Zhang Zhelan really didn't intend to hold anything against her.
And just like that, another year passed in the blink of an eye.
That year, Fuqing got engaged. It was fate that he met Zhang Peilan, the younger sister of Zhang Zhelan.
The two families were not actually a good match, but Fuqing himself had no objection. Fuqing's mother, looking at Zhang Peilan's character and considering her own family's power, didn't care about social standing; as long as her son liked her, that was enough.
So they agreed.
Of course, the fact that Zhang Ning's reputation as the dean of the medical school was beginning to take root was also a significant factor.
No one can be sick every time they have a headache, fever, or general discomfort. Besides, Zhang Ning has already reached the top level in his field. It's a common belief that in a few years, the Zhang family might actually become a prominent family in the capital.
Fuqing is about to get married, and Bobo is also getting on in years, already seventeen. It's time to put marriage on the agenda.
Yunrong called Bobo over and asked him, "Do you have any thoughts about your wife?"
Bobo really didn't have any ideas. He had actually met quite a few princesses of marriageable age, but how to put it, he didn't feel anything. Of course, it was also possible that he hadn't figured it out yet.
Bobo naturally shook her head: "I don't have any ideas. Mother and Father can decide for me."
Yunrong sighed and said, "This is a major life event for you. How could your mother and father not ask for your opinion? Your future wife is the person who will accompany you for the rest of your life. We can't be careless. If you don't like her, there's no point in the two of you living together. Think about it carefully."
Bobo lowered his head: "Son knows, thank you for your concern, Mother."
Bobo really needs to think about this.
Bobo thought about the lives of several close people around her. Zhang Tingyu had already gotten married and was about to become a father. Because he was going to be a father for the first time, he seemed even more gentle.
It's not the superficial gentleness of before; now it's more like a gentleness at its core.
What about Fuqing?
He has already made his decision, and the person he chose is someone he likes and prefers.
He's busy with government affairs every day and really hasn't thought about these trivial matters.
"Master, what's wrong?" Xu Nian was as sensitive to Bobo's emotions as ever.
Bobo sighed and said, "My mother says I'm not young anymore."
Xu Nian immediately understood.
"Master, you can go out and take a look. I've heard that the marriage fortune slips at Tantuo Temple are very accurate. Why don't you go and have a look?"
Bobo doesn't really believe in these things, but it's good to go out and see for yourself. Bobo doesn't go to temples often. Yinzhen used to go there often when he first came, but he hasn't gone there much in recent years.
Firstly, time constraints prevented it. As an emperor, if he went out for a day, he would have to work overtime the next day, while his neighbors were busy!
Besides, going to a temple is mostly to calm one's mind. What is there for Yinzhen to be upset about now?
The Qing Dynasty gradually improved, and the successor was excellent and reliable. He had basically achieved half of his ideals, and the remaining half would only be completed in the second half of his life.
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