Autumn is deep, and yellow flowers are all over the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Jia was lying on the swing frame in the back garden, squinting slightly, letting the little maid push her again and again, leisurely, like a butterfly fluttering at will.

The silk handkerchief used to cover the face also fell down with the light swing back and forth, and was reached out by Wang Jiayi and grabbed it agilely.

"What time is it?" The delicate girl's voice was dyed with a layer of laziness because of Fang Cai's half-asleep and half-awake, sweet and soft, like a warm spring breeze gently blowing.

"Miss Huijiu, it's already time to apply for justice." The little maid replied respectfully.

Wang Jia's originally naturally slightly stretched feet were on the ground, stopped the swing that was still swaying a moment ago, stood up, stretched her waist, and the girl's soft posture stretched like a butterfly in autumn, reflecting each other.

"Let's go, so as not to miss the time I agreed with my grandmother." Wang Jia's sedentary and somewhat numb body, surrounded by the maid, slowly went to the small Buddha hall where her grandmother's daily worship of the Buddha and chanted scriptures.

The Buddhist hall was originally a very small mansion in Shangshu Mansion, and it was precisely because of its small size that it was used as a Buddhist hall by Mrs. Wang to worship the Buddha and recite scriptures.

The Wang family is a big family, and it has never been separated within three generations, and the population is extremely large, even if the Shangshu Mansion is built again, it still seems not spacious enough.

Mrs. Wang did not want to compete with her children and grandchildren, and originally planned to find a small room in the main courtyard to be a Buddhist hall for worshipping the Buddha and reciting scriptures, but Wang Shangshu was not treated in time because he had a cold when he was young, and he fell ill.

As a last resort, Mr. Wang had to find this small courtyard with only one main room and two two rooms to build a Buddhist hall, which was also convenient for other women in the family to worship the Buddha.

When Wang Jia arrived at the small Buddha hall, the old woman Wang had just finished reading a volume of scriptures, reverently put on three incense sticks, and was about to get up and come out.

Seeing Wang Jia coming, Mrs. Wang urged her to offer incense to the Bodhisattva and begged the Bodhisattva to find a good family for her.

As for the good family affairs in Mrs. Wang's mouth, it is naturally the only son of Lin Shilang's family - Lin Yun.

Wang Jia hesitated for a moment, nodded obediently, lit three sticks of incense, bowed earnestly to the Bodhisattva, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

In fact, she didn't feel very happy about this family affair, so she didn't dare to agree with the incense and begging.

However, she still thinks it's worth it to do a small thing to make the elders happy.

Old Madam Wang smiled with satisfaction, took her granddaughter's little hand, patted it gently, and said with a smile on her face: "Your grandfather originally praised Lin Yun for being a good boy, but Lin Yun was already engaged, so we didn't think about it." This time, it was the Liu family who was unrighteous first, abandoned Lin Yun in front, and missed such a good son-in-law in vain! ”

Wang Jia looked at her grandmother as if she had picked up a big bargain, and pouted in her heart, did Lin Yun have one more eye than others, or did he have three heads and six arms, which made his grandfather and grandmother like him so much!

What's more, this is just the wishful thinking of grandfather and grandmother, and Lin Yun hasn't responded yet!

Thinking so in his heart, his small mouth pursed slightly.

When Mrs. Wang saw that her granddaughter was disapproving, she smiled lovingly, patted her hand, and said to her, "Okay, I'll talk about this later." After a while, I accompanied my grandmother to the garden for a walk, and by the way, I moved the pot of ink chrysanthemums you cultivated to the study in the front yard, and your grandfather had been coveting it for a long time. ”

Wang Jia sneered when she heard this, grabbed Mrs. Wang's arm, and laughed coquettishly: "Grandfather is really, he can't smell the rich fragrance of flowers, but he still thinks about my ink chrysanthemum!" ”

"The fragrance of Mo Ju is elegant and clear, as long as you don't lie on it and smell it hard, what does it matter!" Mrs. Wang caressed Wang Jia's bun lovingly, straightened the beaded flowers on her head, and carefully straightened out the green silk hanging on her temples.

Wang Jia thought of her grandfather lying on the ink chrysanthemum and smelling the fragrance, so she couldn't help giggling, and snuggled into the arms of Mrs. Wang, rubbing the green silk in her ears.

Mrs. Wang smiled helplessly and lovingly: "What a monkey, the hair that I just arranged for you has been messed up again!" ”

"In front of grandmother, what matters!" Wang Jiajiao smiled and coquettishly.

Mrs. Wang showed a doting and helpless smile, let Wang Jia half hang on her arm, and the two grandparents and grandchildren laughed and walked out of the Buddhist hall, moved Mo Ju, and went all the way to the study in the front yard.

When she saw someone on the way, Wang Jia had to be jealous and slandered by her aunt and cousins, but she was smiling on her face, and no one dared to accuse Mrs. Wang of partiality.

In Shangshu Mansion, Miss Nine Wang Jia is the most favored granddaughter of Wang Shangshu and his wife, and there is no one.

After passing the second gate and stepping into the front yard, Wang Jia put away the previous laughter, her posture was elegant and dignified, and she also showed a bit of the demeanor of a noble girl at a young age.

The front yard is different from the backyard, it is inevitable to meet the steward or guests and the like, and chastity and dignity are the manners that should be had.

Old Madam Wang nodded with satisfaction, and then reached out to straighten the beads of the Wang family, sorted out the green silk, and smoothed out the folds of the sleeves on the arm that was holding her.

Wang Jia couldn't help but be coquettish when she saw it: "Grandmother always tidies up my appearance today, although I came to the front yard, but I saw my grandfather, what does it matter~"

Old Madam Wang's eyes were deep, and she said, "Can you be unkempt when you see your grandfather?" You kid! ”

Unkempt? Not really! Where is there such an exaggeration!

Wang Jia muttered a few words in her heart, holding Mrs. Wang closer and closer, only people who really love her would care about her like this.

On the way, I met the steward or the little servant, and when I saw Mrs. Wang and Wang Jia's ancestors, they both saluted respectfully.

Wang Shangshu, who was playing against Lin Yun in the study, was overjoyed when he heard this, but his face frowned, and he complained: "I'm meeting guests at this moment, what are they doing here!" ”

Lin Yun wanted to get up and avoid it.

"Forget it, our two families are also world friends, and you and Jiu'er haven't seen each other, so there's no need to avoid it." Wang Shangshu waved his hand and loudly ordered the grandparents and grandchildren outside to come in.

Wang Jia didn't expect Lin Yun to be in the study, and he was inevitably a little stunned at first sight, but he quickly came back to his senses, and after Wang Shangshu's introduction, he bowed to Lin Yun.

Lin Yun hurriedly returned the salute.

"Jiu'er and I thought that you were worried about this pot of ink chrysanthemum, so we hurriedly sent it to you, I never thought that you still had guests!" Old Madam Wang explained with a look of embarrassment.

Wang Shangshu waved his hand and said, "That's it, they are not outsiders, so there is no need to care so much." ”

In a word, a young man and a woman were left behind.