Crossing the Happy Daughter

After Long Xinjiao returned to Beijing, her brother and sister almost spoiled her.

In the more than ten years that she has been abroad with her father and mother, she has learned nothing less. She is proficient in painting, calligraphy, and chess. She has also practiced martial arts since she was a child.

In these years, I have followed my father and mother to the outside world, my horizons have broadened, and what I want to do is not the same as that of the powerful ladies in the capital, so I haven't made any good friends after returning to Beijing.

The most important thing is that her status is too special. Most people interact with her with a purpose. She follows the mother and concubine, and there is no room for sand in her eyes.

The young ladies from powerful families still like to pretend in front of her. She spends less time in the capital, but she is not stupid.

The father and mother have been away for more than a year. She mostly stayed in the house, and occasionally went out to the two sisters, but the sisters now have their own things to do.

She thought of that peaceful little mountain village, where there are traces and memories of her life with her parents, so when the spring flowers bloomed, she told her elder brother that she would return to Linhai to be filial to her father, mother and concubine.

After Long Wenbin discussed it with the other siblings, they agreed, only to send someone to follow her back, but Long Xinjiao didn't object after thinking about it.

When I got back to my yard, I had people start packing my things. I only packed more than a dozen carriages that I used on weekdays, not to mention the ones sent by my brothers and sisters. There were about twenty carriages on this trip back to Lin'an Village.

Before, the transportation of the things here to the capital was arranged at night, and it did not disturb the people in the village at all. This is what Yunyi specially instructed his eldest son, Long Wenbin.

The people in the village don't even know when the owner of the courtyard left, but there is an old couple in the courtyard since then, and the three-entry courtyard is cleaned every day.

Twenty horse-drawn carriages entered the village now, and the villagers had opened their eyes. Some people followed the horse-drawn carriage from the entrance of the village, and stopped when the bricks and tiles entered the courtyard three times. It was clear to everyone that it was the Jing family who came back.

At that time, in order to save trouble, Long Jingrui told the village chief that his name was Jing Rui, so the villagers always thought that the owner of the house was surnamed Jing.

Looking at Long Xinjiao who got off the carriage, someone who knew each other stepped forward to say hello, "Girl Xinjiao, you guys have come back from a long trip."

Xin Jiao smiled lightly: "Yes, Aunt Qu."

Another woman asked, "Xinjiao, where are your father and mother?"

Long Xinjiao's heart ached suddenly, but she still insisted and said, "They are staying with my second sister in the capital. My second sister gave birth to a pair of twins and needs someone to take care of them."

Aunt Qu said with a smile, "What a blessing."

Long Xinjiao nodded to everyone and entered the courtyard.

The villagers who watched the excitement watched enviously as the guards and maids moved boxes into the courtyard, all guessing the identity of Xin Jiao's family in their hearts.

No matter how the villagers guessed, after Xin Jiao settled down, only two maids and two guards were left, leaving two carriages in the house, and they took the rest away.

After she had cleaned up, washed and changed her clothes, Xin Jiao sent the maid off and went to the yard where her father and mother lived. She sat for an entire afternoon and cried happily.

Thinking of something, she walked quickly to a hidden compartment, stretched out her hand to open it, and she was not disappointed, there was a letter left to her by the mother-in-law.

The mother-in-law actually knew Fu Linyu and knew that she liked Fu Linyu, my God!

Tears fell and wet the stationery and blurred the handwriting, but it made my heart calm!

Thank you for the little cuties who have accompanied us all the way, thank you for your love and encouragement all the time! I will write an extra story tomorrow. If you have any ideas, please leave a message. Thank you for your support!