Because of the excessive plot, today's three watches, sorry, please believe, I don't want to drag the show.

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People in front of the palace gate talked in a low voice, greeted each other with familiar jokes, and made an appointment to visit and drink during the rare annual vacation.

Mrs. Chen Shao is also among them, compared with other wives who have daughters-in-law to follow and serve, she looks a little lonely with only a little girl.

"It's a happy event." A lady in a command dress held Mrs. Chen Shao's hand and whispered, with some joy between her eyebrows.

Although Mrs. Chen Shao looked solemn, she also showed a little joy when she heard her words.

Her eldest daughter-in-law is pregnant, so naturally she can't accompany her into the palace this time.

Chen Shao's lineage is not prosperous, he has four brothers, the eldest brother and the second brother have died one after another, and now only Chen Shao and the four masters are left.

Chen Shao himself came to marry late, and secondly, he came to travel around the country, and he had an eldest son at a good age, and he accepted three concubines, so he now has three sons and four daughters.

Now that the eldest son's daughter-in-law and concubine are pregnant at the same time, especially when Mrs. Chen recovers from a serious illness, the family can't help but be happy.

However, this kind of self-happiness may be hatred for outsiders, so there is no need to communicate with outsiders, except for a few friends who know each other.

"I heard that I asked Imperial Doctor Li to recuperate for your daughters-in-law." A lady whispered in her ear, "This Imperial Physician Li is the Imperial Physician of the King of Jin'an County, and it is appropriate for you to invite him." ”

He laughed quietly.

"If you can invite the King of Jin'an to sit at home, maybe you can also..."

Mrs. Chen Shao blushed no matter how calm she was, and stretched out her hand to push the lady.

"Sister Dong. You're getting worse and worse! She said with disgust.

The lady covered her mouth and laughed.

Walk around while talking. Not far away, there are carriages waiting for each other. Suddenly, there was silence in front of him, and Mrs. Chen Shao and Mrs. Dong also stopped talking and looked over.

When they saw a young woman coming in a broken step, their eyes couldn't help but light up.

Outside the palace in winter, more and more solemn, the women's dresses are mostly woven gold, bright and shining, and in this piece, the young woman is wearing a large duck green cloak. With a large hood, as he walked, the cloak floated open, revealing the same dark blue robe, beveled gold wire, wide brocade waist, and wide sleeves fluttering in front of him, like a drop of ink dripping into the water, instantly blurring open.

As she walked all the way, the ladies and dependents, young and old, looked fixedly. Even the men over there quietly seemed to inadvertently cast their eyes.

Whose woman is this, solemn and elegant. Fluttering like a fairy.

"Mother." The woman called, saw Mrs. Chen Shao, quickened her pace, stretched out her hand to hold it, and raised her head slightly, revealing half of her face.

"Eighteen Niang." Mrs. Chen Shao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly recognized her daughter, "You, why are you here?" ”

"My aunt and sister-in-law are not at ease, let me pick them up." Chen Banniang said, while handing over a hand stove, replacing it with a hand stove that had already cooled in Mrs. Chen Shao's hand.

Mrs. Chen Shao, who had not slept for almost a night and had been standing in the cold wind for a long time, suddenly felt warm to the bottom of her heart, and the whole person seemed to be relieved.

"Okay." She said, looking at her daughter with some pity.

"Oh, Eighteen Niang, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I've grown taller again." Mrs. Dong came back to her senses, let go of Mrs. Chen Shao, took Eighteen Niang's hand, and looked up and down carefully.

"It's because I'm wearing boots." Chen Banniang said with a smile.

Mrs. Dong just smiled, her eyes rolling around her, as if it was the first time she had seen Chen Ba Niang.

"That eighteen niang has also grown taller, only fourteen years old." She said with a smile.

"Alright, get in the car, it's so cold." Mrs. Chen Shao smiled, interrupting Mrs. Dong's reflection.

The two walked forward, Chen Bainiang took a few steps behind, and walked with the crowd until they got into the carriage, the sight of the outside had not yet dispersed, and the low sound of discussion came faintly.

"This is the daughter of the Chen family?"

"You're not young..."

The carriage went straight into the house, and the daughters-in-law, servants, and girls came in unison, changing clothes and handing soup, and Mrs. Chen unloaded her tiredness.

"Eighteen Niang, who made your clothes?" She had eaten, looked at her daughters who had gathered together to laugh, and said.

Untied her cloak, Chen Banniang, who was only wearing a robe, got up with a smile.

"I'll let the tailor do it, mother, do you think it's okay?" She asked.

The girl in the cardamom years, in a piece of red and willow green, plain clothes, outline a different style.

"It's just that under the New Year, some of them are too plain." Mrs. Chen smiled, but she didn't say anything bad.

"Eighteen Niang, you are the clothes of the school lady!" Danniang, who followed the servant woman into the door, saw it and shouted.

The people present suddenly suddenly knew where this familiarity came from.

"Eighteen Niang, you did it secretly and didn't tell us."

"Tell me, did you only make one or several?"

The women surrounded Eighteen Niang, and the room suddenly became more lively with the sound of warblers and swallows, mixed with the noise of Chen Danniang.

When the Chen family was laughing, it was still quiet in Cheng Jiaoniang's house by the Yudai Bridge.

Because after all, there are no parents, and there is no need to visit the township for New Year's greetings, after the Tianming sacrifice, Cheng Jiaoniang, Xu Maoxiu and others went to rest, and then woke up in the afternoon.

Xu Maoxiu and the others washed and scraped their faces again, changed into new clothes, opened the street door, or laughed in the yard, or watched the street scene in front of the door.

There were footsteps behind him, and several people looked back, Cheng Jianniang and the maidservant came out of the room and changed into new clothes.

Several people in the courtyard were in a daze for a while.

"Sister, you are wearing new clothes, you can't recognize it!" Xu Bangmao was the first to shout.

The voice brought everyone back to their senses, and the few in front of the door also looked back.

Cheng Jianniang is wearing a carmine wide-sleeved cardigan today, wearing a plain white Luo skirt, the cuffs and skirts are hanging down with gold edges, and the long hair that has always been hanging down has also been pulled with low sideburns, and there is no hairpin on it, only a small silver comb.

Xu Maoxiu looked away from the silver comb.

"My sister is young, but she still looks good in this!" Xu Bangmao said on the side again, "This is good, this is good, the black and cold I wear every day makes people a little scared." ”

Fan Jianglin glared at him hurriedly.

"I won't say don't talk nonsense, my sister looks good in anything." He shouted.

The maid looked at Cheng Jianniang's clothes with a smile.

"This is a new dress from Mrs. Chen." She said, looking at Xu Maoxiu, "I want Xie Sanlangjun to bring it back." ”

Xu Maoxiu smiled and didn't know what Lu Dao said, so he simply didn't speak.

Cheng Jianniang had already sat down in the house, and the maidservant went to serve the meal.

Xu Maoxiu hesitated and stood under the porch.

"Third brother." Cheng Jianniang opened her mouth and called.

Xu Maoxiu hurriedly turned around.

"Have you eaten yet?" Cheng Jianniang asked.

"I've eaten it, I've eaten it." Xu Maoxiu said with a smile.

"Okay, I have something to do, I want my brother to help." Cheng Jianniang said.

Xu Maoxiu's eyes flashed slightly, looking at the woman sitting upright in the room.

Although she was dressed differently from the past, when she looked over, she still couldn't see the gorgeous clothes on her body, and what caught the eye was still her wooden face.

Even if you don't wear the black press, the momentum is still the same. (To be continued......)