Lao Anren personally assigned to the housekeeper mother of Qingyuntang, who was the foreign affairs director of Jingtaiyuan earlier, and at the age of more than forty, she had a wonderful name, called brocade. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the first day of the brocade to Qingyun Hall, he came to meet Shen Qihuan, and brought over the 9,770 taels of silver tickets sent by Liu Bao to Qingyun Hall, as well as the monthly silver and reward distribution details of previous years.

"Earlier, there was no one in my father's yard, so I would ask a few words, but now that my mother has arrived in Qingyun Hall, you can take care of these. ”

Shen Qihuan instructed Hongzhi to hand the prepared reward to Brocade, and Brocade did not refuse, but said: "The old slave will make a separate set of accounts when he goes back, but the old slave is a slave after all, and he has no authority to control, so he has to ask the young lady to assign an account manager." ”

"The head of the accounts is in charge of the brocade mother for the time being, there are not many father's back rooms, and you don't have to inform the expenses within a hundred taels, just summarize the accounts, and let Aunt Chen check it at that time." ”

"Yes. ”

Shen Qihuan took a sip of water and said with a smile: "I know that Aunt Chen is not a housekeeper's material, but my father is now the only one like her, and she doesn't even pick and choose. ”

Brocade said softly: "Miss is thoughtful, the old slave has been taught." ”

As soon as the brocade left, Qiu Xu came in to report: "Miss, Mother Cui, who is next to the old lady, is here." ”

"Come in, please. ”

Cui's mother is the deputy steward of Chen's side, and when she comes in, she wants to give Shen Quehuan a salute, and Shen Quehuan humbly helps, "Mom, don't be polite." ”

Cui's mother wore a silver and blue armor, a circle of gray rabbit fur around her neck, and two golden earrings hanging on her thin face, looking more noble than ordinary women.

She first glanced at the four times and said with a smile: "The old slave looks at the third lady here, why are there two slaves and maids serving here? This Song Sidi is in charge of internal affairs, but she is not as dedicated as before, and she has to send the officials and servants over when she turns around, so she has to pick a few more to come in." ”

Shen Quehuan took her stubble and instructed Hongzhi to pour water for the guests, Cui's mother looked at Shen Quehuan with a smile hidden in the needle, and suddenly snorted a little, and hurriedly said: "Third Miss, don't be polite, the old slave is here to pass on the words of the old lady, saying that it is the Laba Festival when Concubine Wan Niangniang invites the second, third and fourth ladies to the palace to drink Laba porridge, and the third miss enters the palace for the first time, some rules may not be understood, and the old lady will come to tell you tomorrow morning." ”

Mother Cui looked at the third lady, her expression was flat, and she didn't seem to be very happy, but politely thanked her: "I'm tired of Mother Cui's trip." After speaking, Hongzhi handed over the reward silver, as if "entering the palace" was not a thing to be happy about for her.

Mother Cui was suspicious, didn't she say that the third lady had been wandering outside with the second master? If a commoner could go to the palace, it was not a great thing to cheer, why didn't she care at all?

Hongzhi sent Cui's mother away, and when she came back, she found that the young lady was staring at a gentleman's orchid under the window, and there was a wide praise in her eyes that could not be seen, endless, and it was a depth that would not appear on the girl's face.

Hongzhi was stunned, and after a while, she heard the young lady ask her faintly: "Hongzhi, have you seen the emperor?"

Hong Zhi smiled: "What is the fate of the slave maid, how can I see the Lord Banzai?"

"Have you heard of what kind of person he is?"

Hongzhi thought for a while: "In the twenty-fifth year of Jingli, the emperor came to protect ...... When I came to the house to congratulate the old lady on her birthday, although the slave maid had not seen the long-lived lord with her own eyes, I heard the person who was waiting in front of me say that the emperor was wearing golden clothes, and he was in his forties, and he did not even have a fold on his face, and his voice was low and deep but very clear. ”

"Oh, really?"

Hong Zhi looked at Shen Qihuan's demure face and said, "Miss, you are a little different today. ”

The mastermind behind the overthrow of the entire Jiang family was sitting on the dragon chair with peace of mind, and she was about to get so close to him, even if she cultivated a heart of stone, she couldn't be indifferent, right?

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Early in the morning of the second day, Mama Shen, who gave Shen Quehuan the rules, came to the Xiaoyun Pavilion, she looked like she was about forty years old, her hair was meticulously tied behind her head, pinned with a plain hosta, and she was dressed in a cold cyan tuanjin.

After asking, I learned that Mama Shen had served the Queen Mother in the past, but because she broke her little finger while doing work, she couldn't serve in front of the Queen Mother, so she was ordered to resign from the palace and enter the Chengping Marquis Mansion.

Mama Shen talked about some taboos and rules when entering the palace, and said: "Concubine Wan is a relative in front of the girls, but the girls can't really treat Concubine Wan as an aunt, and they can't be sloppy for a moment in the number of rituals......

Shen Que Huan ordered Hongzhi to transcribe Mama's words on paper, and before leaving, she was rewarded with ten taels of silver.

In the afternoon, Shen Que Huan ordered someone to invite the brocade over.

"Tomorrow I want to go into the palace to see Concubine Wanniang, I don't know how to dress up, Mother Brocade often serves by Lao Anren's side, there is a lot of experience in this area, please come over and help point me." ”

Brocade's face was calm, and he did not excuse himself: "The old slave may wish to help the young lady choose a few clothes." ”

Shen Que Huan ordered Hongzhi to take out all her formal clothes and lay them out on the bed, these clothes were prepared when he was in the Rongwang Mansion in Handzhou, in addition to these in winter, there are hundreds of formal clothes, inner clothes, and idle clothes in spring.

The brocade looked at it in turn, his face hesitated slightly, and he said truthfully for a while: "Miss, these clothes are the most precious fabrics nowadays, and some old slaves have never seen them, such as this red purple hundred regiments of splendid formal clothes, which are woven with the softest feathers under the wings of birds, which are very cold-proof and can withstand the cotton clothes for the winter." ”

Shen Qihuan really didn't pay attention to these clothes, only knew that the clothes sent by King Jing'an were very comfortable to the touch, and the color matching was also very good, but he really didn't know that there was so much knowledge in them.

Brocade said: "These clothes are too luxurious, it may be appropriate to wear them at the banquet, if you enter the palace to wear them, it will inevitably be a little overstepping, I wonder if the young lady can have clothes with light colors and slightly more ordinary materials?"

Isn't this the Li'er? The palace is full of good-looking women, who change their dresses every day. In the palace, any woman's elaborate dress is for the emperor to see, if she wears these clothes into the palace, not to mention the impression, I am afraid that Concubine Wan will be the first to have suspicion.

Shen Que hurriedly ordered Hongzhi to take out all the suitable clothes, but Hongzhi was in trouble: "Miss Hui, your formal clothes are here." ”

Shen Quehuan pondered for a moment and asked her, "Didn't the mansion send a lot of clothes a few days ago?"

Hong Zhi's face was not happy: "Miss Hui, those clothes are too shabby, the materials are all from last year, the slave and maid look at the masters of each courtyard and are wearing fashionable patterns, and the ones sent to you are all old, and the slave and maid are still thinking about going to talk to Steward Song." ”

"Let's take a look first. ”

Now it's not a question of whether it's good-looking or not, but it's too good-looking for fear of losing proportion, and Shen Quehuan can't wait for shabby clothes.