Before the day was completely dawn, the servants of the Xie family began to work. is also worthy of a big family, whether it is sweeping the floor, fetching water, or chopping wood and cooking, there is no one who is lazy and chatters.

It is said that this Xie family originated from the Xie family of Chenjun, although it is a side branch, but its reputation among the families of Weicheng is also well-known. Old lady Xie once worshiped the prince and the prince of Yipin, and the first emperor was a disciple of him. Helplessly, he died five years ago, and all the sons of the Xie family returned to their ancestral hometown of Ding Wei in July 27. Two years ago, in addition to the reinstatement of the big man Xie Zhishu and returned to Beijing as an official, the third lord Xie Zhili was sent to Bingzhou to serve as the prefect, and the second lord stayed in Weicheng to serve as a general judge. Although he is only a petty official of the sixth grade, he has the eldest master and the third master of the Xie family as backers, and with the protection of the family, Shangfeng takes good care of him, and his life is leisurely.

Before the time came, the daughters of the Xie family had gathered in the second hall of Cirong Hall in the courtyard where Mrs. Xie lived, accompanied by the maid's mother-in-law. The family has many rules, and the morning and dusk provinces are indispensable.

After a while, Mrs. Xie walked in with the support of Rong's mother and sat on the main seat. The ladies saluted and sat down in their seats.

"Isn't the seventh sister's body still well?" Mrs. Xie took the teacup handed over by Rong's mother, skimmed the tea foam that was not available at all with the lid of the cup, took a sip, and asked slowly.

"Yes. It's been more than half a month, and the doctor just saw it and said that it has improved. But this wind chill can be big or small, and it is still kept in bed, and it is not good to blow the wind. The answer was the second wife, Liu.

"Hmm." Old Mrs. Xie snorted with her nose, took two more sips of tea, and said, "The third child is not around, although the Wang family is not bad for her, but he doesn't care." I'm afraid that the seventh sister will be raised crookedly, so I am willing to stay by my side. The Meng family is a big family with a head and a face in the capital, if you hear that the Xie family in Weicheng has three rooms and two daughters fighting for a husband, this is not the face of her Wang family. The boss's old face in the capital is lost, and I won't have the face to see the ancestors of the Xie family after a hundred years. ”

Mrs. Xie's words really slapped the face of the third wife, Wang. Although the Wang family has already arrived with the third master Xie Zhili, but the maid and wife in this room, although the Xie family is strict in governing the family, it still has to be guarded against anyone leaking this. What's more, there are juniors in this room, and it's always bad to hear the rights and wrongs of the elders.

The second wife hurriedly nodded yes. Mrs. Xie continued to drink tea, but stopped talking.

"Grandmother, I learned a new poem from my husband yesterday, can I recite it to you?" The one who spoke was the youngest son of the second wife, the ninth in line, known as the ninth brother, who is six years old this year. I just opened up last year, but I have been praised by my husband, saying that he is very smart, and he must be blue when he grows up. Therefore, although he is the son-in-law of the concubine, Mrs. Xie still values him very much.

"Well, Brother Jiu'er looks back." Old Mrs. Xie turned her head and smiled at Brother Jiu'er, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

The second wife also laughed and glanced at Brother Jiu'er. Brother Jiu'er quickly stood up, walked to Mrs. Xie's side, shook his head and memorized the poem.

The second wife couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but she complained about the third room in her heart.

The Xie family is thin, and the old man Xie only has three sons and three daughters. The eldest and third of the three sons were all born by Mrs. Ding, and the second son, his husband, Xie Zhiwen, was born by Mrs. Ding's original dowry maid and later raised to become an aunt. Ma's dystocia, when he gave birth to the second master Ding, he was very dangerous, and he almost couldn't get out of the delivery room. Later, the body fell to the root of the disease, and the second master died when he was three years old. The second master was raised by Mrs. Ding in the main house. Although he is not his own child, Mrs. Ding treats him very well, so the relationship between the three rooms has always been good, and there is no separation until now.

Mrs. Xie's maiden family is a famous family, knowledgeable and reasonable, and strict in governing the family. Since childhood, he taught his three sons that only when everyone twists together and protects each other can the lintel be glorified. The three sons also listened to it and got along very well. The eldest Xie Zhishu served as an official in Beijing, and last month the Meng family, a big family in Beijing, intended to marry the Xie family, so that Meng Junchi, the most outstanding among the juniors, married the daughter of the Xie family and married two surnames. Helplessly, among the women of the Xie family's big house and second room, there is no suitable one. The third sister of the big house has already married, and the tenth sister is the same age as the ninth brother. In the second room, the fifth sister has already been married, and the sixth sister is a concubine. Only the seventh sister and the eighth sister in the third room are of the right age, it stands to reason that the eldest and youngest are orderly, the seventh sister is from the wife, and the eighth sister's mother, Wang, is just a continuation of the string, and this family affair must be the seventh sister's.

If you want to blame it, blame this Meng family erlang is too good, although he is only 15 years old, he is indeed the prince's companion, and the whole capital did not raise his thumb and say yes. Although the saint has only reached the age of establishment, this country will belong to the prince sooner or later, and the relationship with the prince is good, and it will be a supreme glory to accompany the king in the future.

Knowing this relationship, the eighth sister moved her heart. She is also a concubine, and her appearance and talent are no worse than that of the seventh sister, if she marries Meng Junchi, the prince will ascend the throne in the future, and her husband will be above ten thousand people under one person. I also heard that Meng Jiaerlang is handsome, both civil and military, and he tried his best to replace the seventh sister.

As for the seventh sister, although she has no mother since she was a child, her stepmother takes good care of her for the sake of fame. I don't know if it's intentional or not, but even if there is only one thing she wants, the Wang family will only give it to her and not to the eighth sister. Usually, even if she does something wrong, the Wang family only punishes the eighth sister. So, more or less, the seventh sister is a bit domineering and doesn't take the eighth sister in her eyes.

This time, too, when she heard the little girl's words, she broke into the study to find the third master's theory, saying that the eighth sister was shameless and wanted to rob everything. In fact, this family has already decided that it is her, and she not only made this extra move, but also angered the third master. The third master didn't like her temperament, so he used this incident to make a raft and send her back to the old house in Weicheng. At that time, the seventh sister didn't know that the family affair had been finalized, and when her father wanted the eighth sister to marry, she kept crying on the road and contracted the cold. When he arrived in Weicheng, he was even more severe, the high fever did not go away, and everyone was in a coma. Fortunately, after a few days, the fever slowly subsided, but the person was still very weak and could only lie in bed.

At this time, Qingfeng Yuan was indeed extremely deserted. Two mothers-in-law guarded the courtyard door, and two little maids sat at the door of the room, sleeping. There was no lamp in the house, and although it was starting to light outside, it was still dark inside. There was a girl lying on the bed, wearing a pure white middle coat with a pale face, it was Xie Anyi, the seventh sister of the Xie family.