The embroidery fabrics of the children's series are booming and swept through Gyeonggi and the surrounding areas, and the business of Cutting Cloud Workshop is booming. Dingguofu has a wide range of financial resources, everything is going well, and the subordinates have a smile on their faces. This lady rewarded the silver, the young lady scattered the fruit again, and the grandfather opened the grace again, the girl of the right age, the one who wants to go home, the one who wants to match the person, all give a lot of silver. Everyone praised each other, and all boasted that the government was benevolent.

Shuheng got up early in the morning, washed up and tidied up, and started today's work. Her mother was injured in the lady and lacked talent, couldn't play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and couldn't be elegant as a literati. Now that I have a daughter, I have more compensation. She is not good at needlework, so she made Shuheng a popular student early, and she is not good at calligraphy and painting, so she enlightened Shuheng early.

For this kind of psychology, Shuheng has an understanding attitude and tries his best to meet her heart. Mrs. Yuan is also a strange person, she does not want Shuheng to be a talented woman, but with the confidence of a talented woman, she can despise the "talented girl". Just like a person with a huge wealth can be high, "regard money as dung", and a person without money can only be sour. Only those who are beautiful can say that the beauty of the appearance is not important, and if it is Dong Shi who speaks, then he can only be made fun of. In the same way, if you are a talented woman, then hypocrisy is not called hypocrisy, and pretentiousness is not called pretentiousness, it is called literati feelings. If you are not a talented woman, but you are disgusted with the sour smell of a talented woman, that is, you can't eat grape pantothenic acid yourself!

Mrs. Yuan's original words were: "When you have a thorough understanding of the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, go and let those talented girls know that you have to be sad and sad in the spring and autumn, and I can't wait to put a sign on my body," The world doesn't understand my loneliness, "Is that a talented girl?" Frank and free, real celebrities are free! ”

Shuheng couldn't agree more.

Fortunately, she has developed morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and laboriously in an all-round way since her previous life, and she has won awards for her calligraphy and calligraphy, and she has also passed the grade of Guzheng, and the outstanding individuals of the Go Club have also been evaluated every year. Although the Chinese painting is lackluster, it was also brought into the door by my mother. It's not difficult to pick it up again now, and with the experience and feel of the previous life, plus the profit and loss of this life, I feel that I have improved a lot. Only the female red - in her previous life, she had never even nailed a button, and the embroidery needle was much more difficult to hold than the tip of the pen, and she was not controlled by her at all. Shuheng had to be glad that he was born in a wealthy family and didn't have to worry about raising a family.

Mrs. Yuan groomed herself with red sleeves in front of the bead-inlaid mountain pattern mirror. The bun is fallen, the stone begonia crane pattern sapphire head flower, and a phoenix head jade is obliquely inserted. Simple and elegant. The sideburns are combed, and the powder is greased. Powder is the treasure of the town store of Xiafang, white, fine, fragrant, soft, and very smooth. Rouge is the last time I entered the palace, Concubine Yuan sent the "little Yangchun", taking the meaning of "smiling and spring", which is not only of high quality, but also a rare honor. Mrs. Yuan is not very willing to use it on weekdays. Shuheng guessed that either a distinguished guest came to the door, or Mrs. Yuan herself was going out.

The truth was exactly what she guessed. Shu Heng looked carefully again and found that Mrs. Yuan was rubbing a golden hairpin with the pattern of a unicorn sending child. She pursed her lips and smiled, lost the book and asked Miju to take out the cloak she wore when she went out, and also prepared the bracelet of small leaf red sandalwood Buddha beads.

Tangerine is used to the transparency and cleverness of the young lady, so she doesn't talk much. Shu Heng straightened his sideburns, noticed that Mrs. Yuan's eyebrows were a little depressed, and then sighed slowly. Grandpa Guo "lived up to the Xiangshu Affair Early Dynasty" and went to the palace early, Mrs. Yuan thought about the elegant back, and couldn't help but feel depressed. She wanted to give birth to a son, but her grandfather was not sticky with her, how could she give birth? As a pillow person, she knew that her husband didn't look strong enough, but in fact, it was no problem at all - either she couldn't do it, or didn't she want to? Mrs. Yuan was melancholy.

There is a common marriage step called the seven-year itch. It is roughly estimated that Mrs. Yuan and Grandpa Guo have also reached this stage. Because Shuheng could obviously sense that although the two respected each other, something was missing. Especially when the grandfather was playing with him, Mrs. Yuan was watching from the side, and there was always a little loss in her eyes.

In fact, Guogong is probably fine, there are no bad signs, probably because he has been too busy recently. But Mrs. Yuan is careful, she is afraid that she will think more, and there seems to be fewer topics between husband and wife. Second, she was a little skeptical of her charm. And years of childlessness have made this self-doubt even more serious.

In fact, Shuheng felt that Mrs. Yuan was thinking too much, because her father didn't bother to give other women a look. Sister Lan has been in the backyard for so long, he hasn't mentioned it once, and he even completely forgot that there is such a person. In fact, now that I think about it, I'm afraid that Sister Lan's appearance is a sign of transition, and it's really hard to say whether Mrs. Yuan has the intention of testing her grandfather in the backyard by letting a woman go.

In the seventh year, there is always a transition from honey oil to fine water.

Shuheng is that he has never been married, so it is easy to think. Yuan Guogong has a good life, and he has never been distracted by other women since he has been married for so long, even if his wife was pregnant and could not serve, he did not accept the room, and even the big maid who served him after marriage was sent by himself. Mrs. Yuan has lived a sweet and greasy life, so she will suffer from gains and losses, and having no children has aggravated this panic. After all, those days were so beautiful that I could laugh when I thought about it.

Sure enough, Mrs. Yuan carefully leaned in front of the bronze mirror: "Red sleeves, take a closer look, is there a fine line in the corner of this eye?" ”

Red Sleeves hurriedly smiled and said: "Madam, you think too much, your complexion is obviously the same as a big girl, and the slave and maid can't envy it." ”

The words were good, but the meaning of flattery was too obvious, and Mrs. Yuan couldn't listen to it, and she still had an accounting in her heart. And Mrs. Yuan was eccentric when she was in the boudoir, she didn't like flowers, and she didn't pay much attention to her clothes. Based on the experience of coaxing his mother in his previous life, Shu Heng knew that Mrs. Yuan needed to be relieved. It's better to follow her point of view and then skillfully resolve it.

Pay attention to it, Shu Heng ran over, tiptoeing and looking at Mrs. Yuan's face very seriously. To be honest, Mrs. Yuan is only twenty-four or five, and she pays attention to maintenance, where will there be any wrinkles? However, when you laugh, there will indeed be shallow lines under the eyes, but those are actually dry lines, as long as you rest well and pay attention to hydration, it will naturally be smooth.

Mrs. Yuan was not very satisfied with the red sleeves' answer, but she felt that it was too perfunctory, and at this time, she saw that her daughter was in trouble, and thought of the common saying "the little baby speaks the truth in her mouth", so she asked with a smile: "Sister Heng, what do you see?" ”

Shuheng smiled ghostly, stepped on the chair and held Mrs. Yuan's face, and took a closer look. When Mrs. Yuan saw that she was so serious, she was even nervous in her heart, for fear that her daughter would say something. Shuheng said: "My mother's cheeks are still very smooth and tender, but the weather has been dry recently, and the skin around the eyes is thin, so it is easier to lack water." She first dipped a cotton ball in water to wipe off the powder near her eyes, then opened the vine herb fragrance in the fat powder, dipped a little with her fingers, raised her hand, and gently applied it to Mrs. Yuan's eyes, and gently massaged it according to the method in the beauty salon in her previous life, until the fragrance was all absorbed, and then refilled the powder.

Mrs. Yuan looked at her daughter's apple face close at hand and felt the soft and chubby fingers rubbing and scraping the corners of her eyes, her heart was warm, and the child had a sweet fragrance, Mrs. Yuan took a deep breath, eager to hold this live baby in her arms and kiss it enough. Here Shuheng carefully evened out the powder, and raised the mirror with a smile: "Mother, take a look again, is it really the same as the girl?" ”

Mrs. Yuan looked in the mirror beautifully, happily picked up Shuheng and turned around: "Heng'er is really a good mother." With you, what else is unsatisfactory for my mother? ”

Shuheng chuckled: "Let's go to Guangji Temple to ask for a younger brother to come back, and my mother will be more satisfied." ”

Mrs. Yuan put her down and straightened out the two buds on her head: "Strange, how do you know that we are going to Guangji Temple?" ”

This Shuheng couldn't explain clearly, she tilted her head and sold cutely: "Huh? Are there any other temples? ”

Mrs. Yuan sneered, and sure enough, she didn't care anymore, and took the small cloak from Mitang's hand and tied it for her personally.

The mother and daughter took the green axle car and took the maid and the woman to the north of the city.

Guangji Temple is famous, it is said that after the golden body Buddha statue was just built, the golden light is full of light, and it rushes to the bullfight. Devout believers say that this is the Buddha's light to ward off evil spirits and benefit the Buddha. Master Ming Xiu here is even more legendary, and even the Queen Mother invited him to the palace to speak. Although all living beings are equal, but the pilgrims are still mostly dignitaries in Beijing, Shuheng was carried out of the carriage by Mrs. Yuan, and saw the two servants of the carriage and horses at the foot of the mountain, but I am afraid that ordinary people will not be able to get close at all. Today was the Christmas of Amitabha Buddha, and here is a canopy like a cloud, and pilgrims are weaving.

It is said that the ancient temple in the deep mountains, the Guangji Temple was not built in the depths of the mountain, but it was built in the treasure land of Tibetan wind and qi, and it is not easy to go to the treasure land to worship the mountain gate, and you have to climb more than 200 steps. Mrs. Yuan wore a red bead-brimmed felt hat on her head, and the long veil fell down, blocking her face, and she decided to use it to show her sincerity. Shuheng expressed his support for his mother in action, and also tried to climb up with two small short legs. It's just that there is a mother following behind, ready to pick her up at any time.

Mrs. Yuan has always been in good health, and she was also slightly panting after walking about half the way, she looked at the red sun in the sky, took out a handkerchief and wiped her sweat. She couldn't bear to brush her daughter's mind, but she still walked for a while and insisted that her mother pick up Shuheng: "The child's body is brittle, he is sweating at this time, and he will get typhoid fever when the wind blows on the top of the mountain." Shuheng was already panting for breath with sore legs and feet, and when he heard Mrs. Yuan say this, he was no longer reluctant.

She was not far away, and she was held in her mother's arms before she was in the mood to enjoy the surrounding scenery. She is still young, she is not afraid to meet people, and she does not need to wear a felt hat, which is also convenient for her to enjoy the wonders of the mountain temple. As the so-called mountain is not high, there are immortals and spirits, probably because of the infiltration of the Buddha's light, this mountain is also different. The forest is quiet and deep, the water turns over the silver waves, the trees are tall and the grass is dense, and the old vines are rooted. The clouds float slightly in the wind, and the yellow birds at the bottom of the leaves chirp from time to time. There is a poem so-called: "The kite flies to the sky, and the person who looks at the peak rests his heart, and the person who is in the world peeps into the valley and forgets to rebel." "It's probably the world that can make people otherworldly. This mountain is enough to be the name of Qingjing, but the people who come and go are all the people of the world, with the heart of the kite flying to the sky, you say it's not strange?

Shuheng seemed to sigh with emotion, but he suddenly heard a sound of scolding from half of the wall. The group stopped and looked in that direction. But I saw that there were more than 20 maids and wives in that direction, and there was also a two-person soft yarn sitting. A swaggering gauze hat woman was scolding:

"Blind! Bison get it out, drill it indiscriminately! ”

There were also a few mothers-in-law next to him who shouted loudly: "Whoever doesn't open his eyes, fight!" Even grandma crashed. ”

A little monk sat on the ground with a blue nose and a swollen face, and a slap mark on his face was purple and red.

Mrs. Yuan watched for a moment, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth was a little weird: "This is really a narrow road." ”

Shu Heng looked intently, and only saw Zhu Kou's fine teeth and a sharp jaw from the gauze curtain that was slightly lifted by the wind. She wore a rich and rich begonia spring embroidered brocade coat, a thin satin skirt with red and gold thread and a peony, and a piece of beautiful jade hanging on her waist. On the wrist that was raised, there were two yellow and clear gold bracelets, and through the gauze hat, you could see the endless pearl light on the sideburns. This dress is too high-profile, facing the sun, it is simply blinding people's eyes, and Shuheng can't help but cover it slightly with his hand.

Red sleeves said: "Isn't this the fifth lady of the Jia family in the Lingguo Mansion?" Why did she come too? ”

The corners of Shuheng's eyes also twitched: It is really a narrow road. This is the fifth daughter-in-law of the Duke of Lingguo, who is none other than the only daughter of Jinxiang Hou that day, He Jinyi, who was whipped by Mrs. Yuan.