Chapter Seventy-Five: The Gathering

Today's Wang's pomp is a little bigger than in the past, not only with floating lotus but also with silk. As in the past, he and Qiu Yimei sat in the first carriage, and Yiqing and Qiu Yining followed. It's just that today I also prepared a slightly smaller carriage, just to be a girl for a few people, on such a formal occasion, Yiqing is still the first time to bring wind chimes! As soon as you get off the bus at your destination, you will feel a cool breeze blowing in your face, and you will really have the breath of autumn.

Wang led them into the mansion. After entering the house, the little boy led him straight to the front hall.

"Speaking of Cao Cao Cao Cao, I just talked to Mrs. Song about you! You're here. ”

Mrs. Zhao sat on the top and looked at Wang and said, smiling very kindly. Wang hurriedly took two steps forward and bowed slightly;

"I've kept you waiting, it's really mine."

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she smiled and looked at Mrs. Song who was sitting next to her;

"Look, I didn't say anything, she realized she was wrong."

"Isn't Mrs. Qiu afraid that you will wait for a long time and blame her?"

"Okay, okay, Mrs. Qiu hurry up and sit down, let me take a look at the three girls of the Qiu family."

Hearing this, Wang hurriedly said to the three of them;

"I've all come to see Mrs. Zhao."

The three of them stepped forward to salute, and Mrs. Zhao looked at the three of them carefully, the one wearing red, she remembered that it was Qiu Yining, although she was not as beautiful as Grandma Song, but her temperament was also good. After looking at Qiu Yiqing standing in the center, she used to only think she was a beautiful one, but now she is wearing a tea green skirt, which is a very plain color, but she has cleverly embroidered many small camellia flowers on the skirt, and the whole person is vivid, standing there quietly, smiling and smiling, it is no worse than Qiu Yinong.

Zhao sighed in his heart, no wonder his little nephew asked her, now it seems that they have a lot of similarities, the same green robe, the same smiling eyes, all hide their emotions very well.

Looking at the third, wearing a pink skirt is cute and tight, but what Zechun needs is a hostess who can hold up the sky, not a villain who needs to be taken care of all the time. I was just about to open my mouth after the evaluation in my heart, and someone came to report it;

"Madam, Madame Han and Madame Wang have arrived."

"Please come in yet."

After speaking, he looked at the three gently;

"Sit down with your mother."

Wang sat on the left side of the hall, with three small chairs behind him, and after sitting down, Yiqing raised his eyes and saw that there were also small chairs behind each main seat, and it seemed that there were a lot of people invited. Mrs. Han took the lead and walked in, wearing an autumn-colored skirt and a set of red gold noodles with peony flowers on her head. It's just that behind them are Han Xiangshu and Wang Yiran, as well as Han Xiangsheng and Wang Wennian.

Even the male guests were invited, but Yiqing didn't know what Mrs. Zhao was going to sing;

"Look, it's good to look at Wang Yiran on weekdays, and standing with Han Xiangshu today, I feel like a little family."

Qiu Yining originally wanted to say to Qiu Yimei, but after finishing speaking, she remembered that it was Yiqing who was sitting next to her, and she turned her head a little awkwardly.

Yiqing was indifferent, Qiu Yining has never had anything good to say about people she doesn't like, but today she was right. Wang Yiran wore a pale yellow long skirt, the layers of fairy sleeves looked like she was a lot more elegant, and two golden steps were inserted on her head, which added a bit of wealth to her actions. In contrast, Han Xiangshu is much lighter, with a water-red skirt that is a little hazy, and a few lifelike juan flowers of the same color on his head set off a bit of elegance. The two have their own merits, depending on which type Mrs. Zhao prefers.

"I haven't seen Mrs. Zhao for a long time, but my face is a lot ruddy."

It was Mrs. Han who spoke, and this set of almost words really came out of her mouth, but there was no sense of disobedience at all. Yang was much more restrained and said hello respectfully. Mrs. Zhao looked at the four people behind her;

"You two sit down and let me take a good look at these juniors."

Mrs. Han sat on the side with a smile, and Han Xiangsheng and the four of them stepped forward to salute;

"The nephew has seen the lady."

He stepped forward to salute and the other three hurriedly saluted, Han Xiangshu just saluted quietly, and then stood aside, but Wang Yiran raised his head and said with a smile;

"May Madame be in good health and all the best."

Madame Zhao only glanced at her;

"Let's do it!"

Although he didn't come forward to the last banquet, he also knew about it, this Wang Yiran almost pushed the Han girl into the river, but he didn't admit it. In the end, he was reprimanded by Grandma Song. is inevitably too ignorant, because Mrs. Zhao already has prejudice against her in her heart, so even if she is dressed beautifully, she can't get into Mrs. Zhao's eyes.

"Why didn't Xiangsheng go to Zechun today?"

"I'll go look for him when I say hello to you."

Mrs. Zhao nodded with satisfaction, she was very satisfied with the eldest son of the Han family, that is, the status...... Alas! Hengzhi can't become his own uncle, and he doesn't know who will be cheaper in the future.

"Alright, you can go quickly! By the way, do me a favor and call him over so that he can meet you all. ”

"Nephew, I'll go."

After saying that, he went out the door. Mrs. Zhao looked at the people in the room again, and couldn't help nodding, these young ladies are good in terms of appearance and cultivation, but their family background is not very good, and now in addition to the Wang and Han families, there are only the Qiu family, it depends on how the broken boy chooses.

"Please come here today, just to get together, and everyone should not be restrained. After a while, my little nephew came to greet us, and then we, the older ones, went to the back to enjoy the lotus and look at the fish, and we were also at ease. ”

Madame Song knew what she meant, and echoed;

"Good! By the way, try the dim sum made by your chef. I've heard about the master of Zhaofu's dim sum cooking, but I'm from Shangjing, so I'm going to feast on it. ”

Mrs. Zhao said playfully;

"As far as you know, it's been approved for a long time, and you'll have enough to eat."

There was a chuckle in the room;

"What do you say! So happy. ”

After speaking, a green figure shook in, and in the center of the arch with a smile on his face;

"My nephew has seen my aunt, and what was my aunt talking about delicious just now? Let my nephew taste it. ”

"As far as your ears are concerned, it's not the cook you brought from Shangjing, you quickly met the three ladies first."

When Jing Zechun heard this, it was a big gift to the direction of the four people;

"I've seen three ladies."

The four people present, except for Mrs. Song, who dared to accept his courtesy, even Mrs. Song did not dare to let him really worship;

"No need to be polite, hurry up."