The clock quickly flipped from July to August. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As soon as it enters August, the capital is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus one after another, and there are those who are skillful to carefully pick the osmanthus flowers to make pastries, and a bite is enough to make people's lips and teeth fragrant.

In Shuyun Juri, Gu Qingwei was surrounded by several maids around him, talking about this osmanthus cake.

"Master, take a look, this basket of fresh osmanthus flowers smells fragrant and fragrant, if it is made into osmanthus cake by Xue Ling's skillful hands, it may not be what it will smell like!" Qiu Lan looked at Gu Qingwei with some eyes.

Xue Ling has a unique job of making pastries, and Qiu Lan has often looked forward to Xue Ling making it again since she tasted it once.

Gu Qing didn't hear the words and glanced at the basket that Qiu Lan was carrying.

The finely chopped and fluffy osmanthus filled a basket, and it can indeed be used to make a lot of pastries.

But......

Gu Qingwei squinted his eyes and glanced at Qiu Lan meaninglessly, "This osmanthus is fresh and good, and it won't be bad if it is made into a pastry, but where did you get this basket of osmanthus flowers?"

Qiu Lan has been by Gu Qingwei's side for many years, and she naturally knows his character very well.

She is diligent and refreshing, but she really doesn't work this kind of thing that requires great care, let alone a basket of osmanthus flowers, even if it is just a small handful, Qiu Lan will definitely not be able to pick it.

Hearing Gu Qingwei say this, the painting screen and Xue Ling Xue Lian, who were listening to it, all secretly held back a smile.

Seeing this, Qiu Lan glared at them fiercely, and was glanced at by Gu Qingwei with a smile, and then put the basket in his hand on the table, "It was sent by that kid from Cheng Jin." ”

Hearing that it was sent by Cheng Jin, Gu Qingwei had a clear understanding in his eyes.

Since the last time Qiu Lan was angry because of that watermelon, in the days since, Cheng Jin has been sending all kinds of things to Qiu Lan to make her happy.

Gu Qingwei thought at first that this was Cheng Jin making amends for the watermelon, but now it seems that it is probably more than that.

Speaking of which, Qiu Lan is two years older than Gu Qingwei, and she is already eighteen years old this year.

At her age, if she is still in the Gu family, I am afraid that it is time for the master to be the master.

In addition to Qiu Lan, the three of them, Huaping and Xue Ling Xue Lian, have also reached the age when they should be married.

This is the first time Gu Qingwei has thought about this matter carefully.

Needless to say, Qiu Lan and Huaping have been by her side for many years, and they have been loyal and dedicated, she naturally wants to find a good family for them, that is, Xue Ling and Xue Lian, although they have only served her for two months, but these two maids are indeed loyal to their duties, and she will certainly not be troublesome if she can plan for them.

Ning Zhiyuan has now gone to Jinyiwei, and his subordinates are afraid that there are also many good sons, although Qiu Lan is just a maid, but as long as they return the sale and deed to them, with those small flags and general flags, it is enough.

Jin Yiwei's small banner is a general banner, although the grade is low, but it is an official body, and there is a chance to be promoted in the future.

Maybe she can become an upright official wife in the future.

However, Cheng Jin is there......

Gu Qingwei thought about it, but still wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Ning Zhiyuan about these things.

"Master, this osmanthus cake ......" Qiu Lan also wanted to ask for some blessings for herself.

Gu Qing didn't come back to his senses, and looked at Qiu Lan's greedy look, so he waved his hand a little angrily, "Okay, okay, you don't have to ask me for everything you want to eat in the future, as long as Xue Ling agrees, you can go and find her to do it." ”

Next year will be two years older than her, but obviously not enlightened yet.

Waiting for Qiu Lan to pull Xue Ling to the small kitchen with a smile on her face to study how to make osmanthus cake, Gu Qingwei thought about it, and then instructed Huaping: "Huaping, there are a few second-class girls in the yard, you can teach more in the future." ”

The painting screen was shocked when he heard this, and looked up at Gu Qingwei, although he didn't know what Gu Qingwei meant, he also responded in a low voice.

Gu Qingwei was not in a hurry to consider Qiu Lan's marriage, but was busy preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Gu family naturally has to prepare, and there is also the Anguo Mansion, which has now been officially separated from the Dingguo Mansion, and in addition to that, there are all the families in the capital who have dealings with the Dingguo Mansion.

The eldest princess of Anping seems to intend to hand over the middle feed in the mansion to Gu Qingwei, and she did not watch the Mid-Autumn Festival ceremony in person this time, but taught Gu Qingwei the relationship between the Dingguo Mansion and the various mansions, and handed this matter over to Gu Qingwei.

Although I don't know why the eldest princess of Anping is so reassured of herself, since the mother-in-law wants to promote her, can she still refuse?

After all, she was used to doing these things in her previous life, and after taking over, she also arranged the rituals sent to each family in an orderly manner, so that the eldest princess of Anping nodded again and again.

After the Boxing gifts were sent out one after another, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye.

Because of the banquet in the palace, the reunion dinner of the Mid-Autumn Festival is set at noon, and it is used together in the east and west.

This reunion banquet was held in the Dingguo Mansion.

Since the door in the garden was sealed, this is the first time that the people of the two provinces have gathered together so formally, although only one door has been sealed, but the people of the two provinces seem to be less intimate than before, and even when they meet their eyes, they can detect a little embarrassment.

Fortunately, this embarrassment was dispersed after everyone chatted a few more words.

Because it was a family banquet and a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion banquet, everyone did not divide the table, and sat at several large tables according to their generations.

There are only four people in the Dingguo Mansion, and the sum of the concubines from the Anguo Mansion is not a small number.

According to the Lu family's thoughts, those concubines are not qualified to sit at the table at all, but after all, this is in the Dingguo Mansion, and the eldest princess of Anping has made it clear that she wants to reunite with her family, even if she is uncomfortable, she doesn't say anything in the end.

During the meal, Gu Qingwei sat next to Ning Zhiyuan, and at the table with them were several brothers from Xifu and their respective wives.

Ning Zhixu has been secretly looking at Gu Qingwei, although he has done it secretly, how can he escape Ning Zhiyuan, who has been paying attention to Gu Qingwei, and the eyes of the Tang Clan, who have been paying attention to Ning Zhiwei.

If it weren't for Gu Qingwei frowning and squeezing Ning Zhiyuan's hand under the table, Ning Zhiyuan might have to throw a fist regardless of the current occasion.

As for the Tang family, she didn't dare to make a fuss at this time, but occasionally looked at Gu Qingwei in her eyes when she was serving soup with vegetables, as if she had a knife in her mouth.

Gu Qing sneered again and again in his heart before he saw it.

Tang was also confused, and he didn't think about how to break Ning Zhixu's thoughts, but he was angry with her.

Could it be that she still thinks she can take a fancy to Ning Zhixu?

In addition to Ning Zhixu and his wife, Ning Zhixiang's performance was also a little different, the table full of delicacies did not take a few bites, and the chopsticks were put aside after a while, and the appearance of sitting on pins and needles was like thorns on the chair. (To be continued.) )