"Brother, I am a man now."
"It's not too late to be a man at the age of seven. You are just a three-year-old kid now."
"snort."
As we walked along, the sky gradually darkened and the lights in the mansion had been turned on. The shadows of the lights floated on the rockery and flowing water in the mansion, like twinkling stars embellishing the night sky.
Entering the main hall, Feng Jue was waiting at the door. Seeing Feng Huaiqi in Feng Huaiji's arms, he reached out and hugged him, "Why did you let your second brother hold him?"
"I said I could go by myself, but my second brother insisted on carrying me."
"Daddy."
"Third uncle."
"Well, go in. You and the boss are the only ones not here yet."
As soon as Feng Jue finished speaking, Feng Huaiyan walked over in the night, "Third Uncle."
"Brother." Yingyue greeted Feng Huaiyan.
"Yeah." Feng Huaiyan nodded lightly, and followed Yingyue in side by side with Feng Huaiji.
The people of Dasheng are open-minded and there is no saying that men and women cannot sit at the same table. When we entered the hall, we saw men sitting on one side of the long square table and women sitting on the other side, with the old lady sitting at the top.
Seeing that Yingyue arrived a little late, the old lady wanted to say something, but when she saw Feng Huaiji and Feng Huaiyan behind her, she swallowed her words.
Her two grandsons are a little filial, but not much. Last time she stuffed people into the eldest grandson's yard, he was already dissatisfied and his attitude towards her became cold.
"Now that everyone is here, let's have our meal," the old lady said.
Everyone at the table had dinner quietly.
Feng Huaiji noticed someone was looking at him, he raised his eyes and looked over indifferently, his gaze turned cold, but thinking that today was a family dinner for his third uncle's family who had returned, he didn't get angry in the end.
My grandmother is really getting old and confused. She brings all kinds of people to live in her house.
Feng Huaiyan's aura also became a little colder.
The Marquis's wife, Guan, also looked unhappy, as if all kinds of people were thinking about her son.
Feng Huaili, who was sitting next to Feng Huaiji and was carefree, was holding a bowl, feeling the cold breath of the person next to him, and wondering who had offended his two brothers again.
After dinner, the heads of each room left one after another, only Feng Huaiji and Feng Huaiyan stayed.
"Grandma, your grandson wants to discuss something with you." Feng Huaiji said with a smile.
"What's up?"
"Your granddaughters from your mother's family have been living in the mansion for some time. I think they are old enough to get married. It would be bad for their reputation if they stayed for too long."
They thought that his brother would probably marry a lady from a high-class family in the future. The old lady's family was of low status, and her granddaughters were mainly attracted to him.
"Ji'er, are you going to chase your cousin away?"
"Yes, after living here for a long time, some people will have delusions. I have no regard for those so-called cousins. You should have seen their behavior at the banquet just now. They were extremely rude to me and my brother in front of so many elders."
"If you don't send it back, I will send someone to drive it away."
Feng Huaiji didn't want to "accidentally" meet one of them from time to time when he came back from court duty in the future. He would have to deal with court affairs and them at the same time, which would be tiring.
"Grandma, my grandson and my second brother agree. Please send them away as soon as possible. I have already given in."
Through the candlelight, the old lady looked at the two grandsons with identical cold faces and opened her mouth, "Grandma will think about it carefully."
Feng Huaiji and Feng Huaiyan bowed to her and said goodbye.
The old lady stared at their backs, feeling distressed.
Her mother's family was declining, and she just wanted to give it a hand. As long as one of her nieces and granddaughters followed her, whether it was the eldest grandson or the second grandson, the status of her mother's family would be much higher.
But these two grandsons were so hard-hearted that they refused to offer any help.
Feng Huaiji returned to Qingzhu Courtyard, and Qingming came forward to greet him, "Sir, Miss Nine brought you something, I put it on the table."
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