"Do I have to ask you for advice on how to spend the money I have earned in my family business? Tong Suniang, you give me enough time! Feng Yuan's words fell, and he flicked his sleeves and rushed out.

"You" Feng Tong was also very angry, he was called by Feng Yuan with his surname in front of his subordinates, he couldn't hold his face, and shouted at a few people who were silent, "Get out of here!" ”

Mama Song outside the door paused, saw a group of maids hurriedly walking out, knowing that it must be Mrs. who was angry, so she cautiously walked to her and said worriedly: "Madam, the old man just drove Mama Bao and Mama Fang out, as if he already knew that they were from Tongfu." ”

Feng Tongshi waved his hand impatiently: "If you know, you know, he doesn't dare to ask my mother, even if he doesn't take my mother seriously, he has to weigh the dirty thing he did, whether his face shakes out!" ”

"Mrs" Mama Song wanted to speak and stopped, and she couldn't help but sigh after holding back for a long time: "The old slave still respects his wife when he looks at the master, and he doesn't seem to take that little hoof too seriously, that is, she is greedy, she has not entered the house, and she is not thrown away when she is old and decrepit?" Actually, we're going to do it today."

Feng Tong's face was gloomy, he glanced at her obliquely, and snorted, "What's wrong today?" ”

"The old slave feels that she is actually going wrong today, and there will be others after treating her, the old man has long gone to Aunt Wang and the Liu family, and he can't be a vegetarian for the rest of his life, right?" Mama Song swallowed her saliva, pointed at her eyes, lowered her eyes and said boldly: "If there is no her, if the master looks at others and happens to be a good family, wouldn't he be able to bring it in immediately?" Every day under the nose of his wife, he responds to people, and now he is more worry-free, and out of sight is clean, isn't it? ”

"What about the treasures that were given away? What about Linglong Pavilion? What if the master is still so generous in the future? Aren't the Feng family's gold and silver mountains all surnamed Li? ”

Hey, Mama Song is helpless in her heart, and now she can't figure out whether Mrs. is jealous of Green Ying or distressed about the silver, "Mrs. Think about it, the master is not a stupid, how could he give the Feng family to an outsider." "Besides, the lord has so many properties, a Linglong Pavilion is really nothing, even her subordinates know, how the wife has become so shallow now, she simply regards wealth as her life.

Feng Tong twisted his handkerchief, angry and hateful: "Hey, I understand what you said, but I just can't get used to seeing my Feng family's things cheaper than outsiders." Nurse, you didn't see that the little vixen was wearing all the best ones, and even Yuting's boudoir couldn't compare to hers. Yuting is the daughter of an official family, and she let a slave seedling be compared. You were standing at the door at that time, I don't know if you saw her, hum, I can take a closer look, not only is the appearance not very beautiful, but also a fat body, trembling not to mention how much to respond to, I don't know why the master looked at her, it was really a blind cat hitting a dead mouse. ”

At that time, there was a lot of noise in the house, and Mama Song was afraid that the green warbler was a spicy thing, and then hurt his wife, so she stretched her neck and looked in several times, but she saw a little appearance, it was indeed a seductive person, but she didn't dare to say this, but she only followed his wife and said: "That's it, it's fatter than the pig's head meat eaten on February 2nd." ”

"Hehehe." Feng Tong covered his mouth and was happy, and kept nodding at her, "You, although your words are rough, they are quite appropriate." ”

The master and servant laughed for a long time, and Mama Song remembered something and asked: "The master didn't say anything at the south gate, and then he didn't pursue it, and the wife looked at it, did he leave his hand on the little hoof or?"

"Humph!" Feng Tong sneered, "Although he separated from me early, I think that I am the only one in this world who knows him best." If he planned to leave his hand, he would have arranged it in the South Gate Mansion at that time, and he should sell it, and he should marry it. didn't arrange anything, treated the vixen coldly, and gave me enough decency, isn't it just a calculation to appease me. Phew! Like a gluttonous cat, I didn't believe he could let go of his hand lightly after twenty days in a month. ”

Mama Song made a bitter face: "Isn't this tossing today useless?" "The things didn't come back, and the people didn't drive them away.

Feng Tong shook his head and said with a smile: "It's also a little useful, at least it stabbed open the window paper between me and the master." As for the vixen's storage, I used to know it tacitly, and I wanted to know more, and it was all up to Ding Pei to secretly investigate. In the future, I can put it on the table and say it clearly, ask and check clearly, and no longer have to be sneaky and secretive, I feel so happy in my heart. ”

"Madam, I'm sorry for you." The more Mama Song listened, the more sad she became, "Men in the world are all affectionate, so don't be too embarrassed by yourself." ”

"Hahahaha" Hearing this, Feng Tong's laughed and trembled, he had been pampered for half his life, the flesh on his face was already thick and relaxed, his chin trembled, and his face was charitable, saying that it was indeed not a beautiful word: "No, no, no, I am not bitter, it is the little girl who is bitter, I don't know when her hard days will come, but the good days are coming to an end!" ”

Seeing that Mama Song was puzzled, she giggled and said coldly: "What you said is reasonable, the master will not give her gold and silver, but what if she gives birth to an heir?" ”

"But a concubine"

"What's wrong with the concubine? The master took him home and raised him in my name, isn't he a sister-in-law? ”

Isn't? Put the wild seed of the fox spirit outside next to his wife, and he can't respond to the diaphragm like a needle prick every day? Mama Song seemed to have grass all over her body, and she turned in a circle, holding the handkerchief in her hand and kept chanting: "How is this good, how is it good?"

Hehe, Feng Tongshi smiled meaningfully: "What else, of course she can't give birth!" ”

The next day is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The house at the south gate is lively, the stove room is full of balls, and the little maid is holding a ladder to climb the eaves, and hanging the red lanterns on the eaves one by one. Although the lights are not lit, they are already red, and it is festive.

Yesterday, Chun Qiao went to invite Master Xuan Miao of Xing Rentang to come, and the green warbler was much more comfortable after rubbing her medicine, so it is estimated that it will be good to raise it for another three or five days. The face was still slightly swollen, but she didn't think about Feng Yuan's plans anymore, he didn't come today or in the future, she didn't care, Xuan Miao said it well: there is wine today, drunk today, tomorrow is sad, tomorrow is sad.

At this time of year, the streets and alleys are lit up in the dark, and the people enjoy the lanterns and guess the lantern riddles, but without Feng Yuan to lead, it is inconvenient for her and a woman to go out at night. Looking at the big lantern, she shouted happily to a few maids: "Which of you is going to ask someone to book some lantern riddles and bring them back, let's guess them in the evening." ”

Her eyes flashed, and her face was full of interest: "A small gamble, let's also toss, each of you will pay a hundred dollars, I will pay one or two, choose a leader, and the silver will all belong to her, how about it?" ”

Qiu Yun saw her so forcefully happy, she felt pity in her heart, and wanted to make her really happy, so she pouted and stomped her feet and complained: "The girl has made a wishful calculation, and the slave doesn't know a few big characters, where can I guess?" ”

Dong'er also made fun of it, and said angrily: "That's it, the girl loves money so much, and even the slave and maid's monthly money have to find a chance to get half of it back." ”

Lu Ying's heart is hot, look at it, how relaxed and comfortable she is to talk and laugh with her subordinates, it seems that when she gets along with Feng Yuan's rival, she is simply frightened and walking on thin ice.

"Girl? Girl? ”

"Huh?" The green warbler came back to her senses and saw that Chunqiao had a worried face, "Isn't the girl's body still comfortable?" The slave and maid called the girl several times. ”

Her face was hot, how could she think of the murderer again? Green warbler, green warbler, do you remember to eat or not? He shook his head vigorously, don't think about it, don't think about it anymore!

The balls eaten at night are filled with osmanthus and sesame seeds. It is a half-waisted mountain bowl fired by the official kiln in Jingdezhen, which is slightly flattened than the ordinary bowl, like a plate but not a plate, and the edge is lit with golden clouds and bright moons, and it is a misty color. What you eat is wealth, and what you eat is artistic conception. This round is also beautiful and fragrant, but it is not as sweet and glutinous as it is in the old white bowl, which is the most delicious she has ever tasted, the stuffed with broken peanuts, and eaten at the Wu family.

Lu Ying put down the silver spoon in a daze, and said in a low voice: "I haven't seen the aunt of the Wu family for a long time, I don't know if her illness has been cured." ”

Qiu Yun saw that there was only Chun Qiao in the house, so he replied with confidence: "The slave maid has been to the Wu family once, and Mrs. Wu's body is much tougher, and the red snake sores have already healed. ”

"Then how is Gongzi Wu?"

"Okay, it's already a master." Qiu Yun smiled, and continued: "Wu Gongzi said that he would rush to Chunqiu, and if Chunqiu is in time, he will be able to step into the Jinluan Noodle Saint." ”

Lu Ying was happy for him in her heart, her eyes were red, and she couldn't help nodding: "Okay, good, I know that he will definitely be able to reach the first, he is talented, and he will definitely be able to become a big official." ”

She grinned hard, trying to laugh festively, this is a happy event, she can't cry, but the tears fell down her jaw, she trembled her lips and said silently: "He must be good, he must be good, he must marry a famous lady, give birth to seven or eight fat sons, and be blessed and healthy for a lifetime."

Qiu Yun knew best that the two of them had something to do at the beginning, and knew that she was uncomfortable, so she hesitated for a while, and finally spoke: "Wu Gongzi once asked the slave maid to pass the word, saying that he would not marry a girl in his life. Although this can't be taken seriously, a lifetime is so long, who can't leave anyone? But this piece of his heart is very rare, and it is not in vain for the sin that the girl suffered for him that day. ”

Hearing this, the green warbler shuddered, stood up and walked to the dresser.

"Sit down, girl, and take what slave or maid you want."

Chunqiao's words, she didn't seem to hear them, so she only went to open the makeup. Pulling the key out of it, she kicked and tapped towards the big box. When she opened it, she looked at the box with only the clothes left in the brocade wooden box, she froze, what about the painting? What about the painting that included her footprints? Lang Jun, who has clear eyebrows and a calm smile, are you seriously lying on the desk, and engraved into a painting of infatuation in a hundred turns?

She clenched her palm in a hurry, the key was sharp, and the palm of her hand hurt, and she suddenly remembered that the painting had already been burned.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival.

A certain ending of life will not be satisfactory, but it will be arranged in the dark to be both reasonable and reasonable, but sometimes it is called accident, sometimes it is called fate. She thought that she and Wu Qing might just be raindrops falling from the sky, blown by the wind, briefly gathering and merging together in the air, but falling into the river, or being scattered and washed away, an accidental meeting is not destined to be fate, and the other end of the red line on the little finger is destined not to be surnamed Wu.

It's just that there is no fate, and it is useless to think too much.

She sat in a daze for a long time, suddenly burst into a smile, and said to the two maids as she walked out of the house, "Let's go to the study." I'll book some riddles, and we'll hang them up later, and you can guess, how about it? ”

Chunqiao and Qiuyun glanced at each other, and the girl finally wanted to open it, and Qi Qi should be.

In this way, on the first day of the South Gate House, although there was no male master, it was also very lively and joyful.