Chapter 25: The Steproom (11)

Mrs. Fang looked at the four girls in front of her, and unexpectedly saw that her two daughters were set off by two gorgeous and swaggering maids, and glanced at Mother Wu, showing a satisfied smile. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Mother Wu looked at the third lady, and then at the fourth miss, thinking of Mrs. Fang's instructions, she couldn't help but feel a little complacent. Aunt Qian's mind is really easy to guess. Sure enough, the third lady was dressed magnificently. "There will be a lot of guests coming today, so I don't think I want to say more, right? Baozhu, Yuzhu, you have to follow me today, responsible for receiving all the ladies well, Pearl, Mingzhu, you two will entertain the young ladies of each family. After Mrs. Fang's instructions, she took the two eldest ladies to the living room, and some guests who came early were invited in, so that the two daughters could learn to entertain. And Fang Zhuzhu, although Fang Mingzhu said that he had to entertain the young ladies of various families, in fact, the young ladies of those respected families all followed their mothers, and they rarely looked at them with their eyes, and those concubines who had the opportunity to come out were too late to tie up their mothers, so naturally they had little communication with them. So they can be said to be just putting on a show and putting things on the sidelines. Fang Mingzhu has long been accustomed to this, so he is happy. Fang Pearl was very angry. is the same as the young lady of the Fang family, why is she not much worse than her two sisters, but she can't show her face in front of everyone? Want to accompany this stuffy gourd-like sister? It's not to be underestimated. She stood in the drawing-room for a while, saw a few guests, and then looked for a way to go back.

As soon as Xiaohuan came up, she was instructed by Mother Wu, so she stared intently at Mother Wu for her hints. Seeing that his young lady was sitting comfortably in the living room as a vase, for the first time he did not complain about boredom and sent the young lady back to the room. Although the purple chess man followed Fang Zhuzhu away, his heart stayed in the living room. She was bent on caring about when Mrs. Lin would appear today. Seeing Fang Pearl walking farther and farther away into the backyard, he couldn't help but be anxious. "Miss, Mrs. Lin will come here today!" Ziqi's voice was a little anxious, Fang Pearl glanced at her and said, "I know!" Isn't it a plum blossom feast today? Instead of embarrassing people in the living room, it is better to find an outstanding plum blossom and show some talent. Is my pen and ink ready? Ziqi then remembered what he had discussed with Fang Pearl before. So he hurriedly said: "It's been prepared a long time ago!" Miss don't say it, I'm almost forgetting what happened before. Or Miss Smart! Fang Pearl looked at it step by step, and finally found a plum tree that she was satisfied with among the plum forests intertwined in the back garden. Ziqi hurriedly arranged for a few little girls to lay a few cases and prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. He personally rolled up his sleeves to help Fang Pearl polish the ink. Two young girls, under a plum tree, concentrate on painting, but it is indeed a rare good scene.

When Mrs. Meng arrived at Fang's house, Mrs. Fang's house was already full. Hearing that Mrs. Meng had arrived, Mother Wu, who was the most considerate person beside Mrs. Fang, hurriedly stepped forward to greet her. Mrs. Meng looked at Mother Wu's kind smiling face, and felt the heartfelt kindness she expressed, and couldn't help but feel hot in her heart, it seems that the Fang family is really a family of poetry and books, dignified and gentle, and so modest. When I saw Mrs. Fang, this feeling was even stronger. As soon as Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Meng met, they found that the old lady in front of them was by no means an ordinary old woman from the countryside, and between her words and deeds, she was neither humble nor arrogant, no wonder she had a son who was born in Tanhua. So there is also a bit of friendship. After the two eldest ladies stepped forward to see the ceremony, they specially called Fang Mingzhu to greet Mrs. Meng. When Mrs. Meng came this time, she naturally wanted to see the pearl of the legendary Chinese Xiangye. Now seeing Fang Mingzhu coming to greet her, the little girl looked calm and quiet, and she couldn't help but feel a little like it at first. Mrs. Fang looked at her satisfied expression, and a smile appeared on her face. Mother He looked at the old lady's expression and knew that she was satisfied, and she couldn't help but be happy. And Xiao Anniang looked at Fang Mingzhu, and suddenly spoke: "Does this big sister also like to raise flowers?" It smells so good! Fang Mingzhu looked at the cute girl in front of her, and couldn't help but smile: "How do you know that I like to raise flowers?" An Niang said: "My sister has the fragrance of daffodils. I don't have it in this house, I think it was planted in my sister's own house. Fang Mingzhu usually doesn't have any special hobbies except for tuning the piano, which is to clean up some flowers and plants that are not expensive in his yard. Now when I heard An Niang say it, I couldn't help but look at the little girl in front of me with admiration: "You can smell the fragrance of narcissus, I think you also like to raise flowers?" An Niang nodded and said, "I like it too!" Mrs. Fang saw that they were very harmonious between their questions and answers, and her mind turned, so she ordered: "Mingzhu, there are your sisters here on the left and right, this little girl is boring to follow us, you take her to play!" Fang Mingzhu usually has little communication, but she has an inexplicable affection for the little girl in front of her, so she nodded yes, took Meng Anniang's hand, greeted Mrs. Meng, and took An Niang to the flower room. When Mrs. Meng saw this situation, the smile on her face deepened.

The name of the banquet is the plum blossom banquet, and it is naturally set up in the back garden.