The third lady lowered her head, lifted her skirt lightly, made cotton bamboo curtains with her bare hands, and slowly stepped forward with small steps.

Xingzhao secretly praised in his heart, the third lady is really a good tutor. He hurriedly got up again, stood behind Mrs. Tai, and watched the third lady bend her knees and bow to "Niang Jin'an Wanfu", and when she stood still, Xingzhao greeted "Aunt An" with her.

The third lady smiled at Xingzhao, and the two pear vortices were pulled out, Xingzhao couldn't figure out what the third lady meant by coming here today, at this time in his previous life, Xingzhao was serving the eldest lady at the eldest lady, but what is certain is that the third lady is definitely not just here to ask for peace.

"Sit down. Is the house in Eight Lights Lane cleaned up? In the past, I always came to say hello once a decade, and I only came back yesterday, which is when there are many things. ”

Mrs. Tai pointed to the stool in front of her for the third lady to sit, and her tone was flat.

Xingzhao knew that the following words were not for him to hear, so he took two steps back and saluted to the two: "Grandmother, third aunt, Ah Yu's red painting has not been written yet, if you drag it out, Mr. Zheng will punish Ah Yu when the class is conducted." ”

Mrs. Tai smiled and bowed, Xingzhao took Ruxiang's hand and walked to the study.

As soon as Xingzhao walked through the flower hall, he heard the gentle voice of the third lady outside: "Xie Niang is worried, in the past, the daughter-in-law was ignorant, but now she is a single family, so I know how blessed it is to have my mother to help..."

Xingzhao smiled, he was here to complain and plead, shook his head, and wanted to go inside, but found that the front hall was silent for a long time, Mrs. Tai did not answer, and was wondering, when she heard a little hesitation in the third lady's voice, and her tone slowed down a little, it seemed that she thought about it and thought about it before saying: "The daughter-in-law is pondering, the third master is put back, should I hold a church?" I discussed with the third master last night, and I didn't come out with a charter. Where? What to do? Is it better to invite Hongyun Club or Mianyin Club to sing in the hall? Which prefectures should the next post be given to? The daughter-in-law is the second monk who is confused, so she has to come to ask her mother for an idea..."

When Xingzhao heard the word "church", he stopped and stared straight at the window lattice of the inner house pasted with layers of Hangzhou silk and tulle, the church meeting held by the third uncle! Please come to the church of the eldest princess of Yingyi! The congregation that forced the mother to death!

"Four girls?" Rue Xiang lowered her body and called softly.

Xingzhao came back to his senses, made up his mind, smiled at Ruxiang, and narrowed his big eyes into a crescent moon: "Sister Suqing, let's write in the flower hall, okay?" Mr. Zheng said that the book should be intentional, and the study is full of Buddha's hand and embroidery, which is a smell. ”

Rue Xiang covered her mouth and smiled, and the slender jade pointed outward, with a bit of banter in her eyes.

Xingzhao was a little embarrassed, pulled Su Qing's Tianbi dark pattern sleeve, and blinked: "I won't let my grandmother know... Usually when I take a nap, I paint red in the flower hall..."

All the nobles have always been well versed in the truth of concealing the upper and lower levels, and the minions below are in the same voice, silent, as long as it is not a big deal, they are willing to sell face.

Rue Xiang smiled and ordered a few little girls, moved a black lacquer grass curled side dark gold square table, inkstone, pen wash, sprinkled gold rice paper, Zihao Hui pen are neatly spread on the square table one by one, Su Qing personally went to hold a Ru kiln colorful gold glaze, which is inserted in a few large fresh and lovely red peony flowers just picked from the flower room, while resting on the case, while joking that has been sitting on the embroidery pier, with an ear to listen to the Xingzhao: "The wall is embedded with an azure glazed porcelain screen, and the ancient kiln ware of Ru kiln is placed on the table, and even the pen wash is the old entwined lotus blue and white porcelain used by Zhang Caozong in the previous dynasty. The slave is a stupid and stupid person, he only sees wealth in his eyes, and only the four girls can see the meaning of the literati! ”

Xingzhao looked at her with a smile, but his ears were not idle at all. Outside, Mrs. Tai's tone remained unchanged for half a minute, still faint.

"The third master of the He family held a church meeting, and he wanted to tell the people in Beijing that he He Xian was back, and he was in the limelight of the third master, so he naturally wanted to come according to the third master's intentions. Whether it's Mianyin Club or Hongyun Club, you want whichever you like. The person invited by the third master is naturally a noble family close to your three rooms. Your husband and wife have always had a good idea, and I, a grandmother who has split up the family, where can I go to get you an idea? ”

Xingzhao lay in front of the window lattice, through the crack, saw the third lady's face was red and white for a while, leaned forward, the huge bright blue opal on the ear trembled and trembled, some of the uncomfortable appearance, in the face of the mother-in-law's heavy criticism, the third lady was somewhat prepared in her heart, and said with a smile: "In Beijing, the mother is famous for her good grace, every summer in June, the He family organizes a banquet, who doesn't know that there are some reputable people in the capital?" The daughter-in-law has not returned to Dingjing for three years, and the wind direction in Beijing is like and dislike, and she can't feel the clue at all, not to mention that the door of Badeng Lane can't even recognize the face of the big family in the capital, and the next post is not good, and she can't find the temple gate if she wants to burn incense, so she cheekily wants to ask her mother to carry her..."

At this point, Xingzhao somewhat understood, if he wanted to burn incense and couldn't find the temple gate, which pillar of incense to burn? Why can't I find the temple gate? secretly hated himself in his previous life, he didn't hear anything outside the window, and he became a young lady who didn't know anything, and he only knew how to pounce on Zhou Pingning.

Xingzhao frowned and thought carefully, Ruxiang looked at the four girls who were listening to the corner with great interest, cleared her throat, and lowered her voice: "The four girls can also write a few words." He pointed his finger out again, "It's hard to explain after a while." ”

Xingzhao had no choice but to sit upright in the small pestle, took the Zihao pen handed by Ruexiang, the best Hui ink incense, the fragrance was thick and rich, straight to the top of the head, and was about to put down the pen, when he heard the voice of Mrs. Tai some mockery outside, but still with the usual calm: "'The son has become a family, he is a civil servant from the sixth grade, married a lady with a clear stream, and has a good son and daughter under his knees, and he is very deep in the Anhou Mansion, his father's filial piety has passed, and his biological mother passed away suddenly. I only ask you, who said this? ”

This is what the third uncle said when he broke up!

As soon as his father's filial piety passed, the third master insisted on pulling the clan uncle to open the ancestral hall, whose face was it slapped? It is the face of Mrs. Tai, the face of the eldest brother, and the face of the Marquis of Lin'an. What should outsiders think? Is it that the mother and brother abused the concubine, where is the tutor in the Lin'an Hou Mansion, and where is the tutor in Mrs. He's mother's family? Mrs. Tai was born in a famous family, married into a famous family, and was so strong all her life, but she was slapped in the face by a concubine.

There has been no sound in the outer compartment for a long time, and the two lives are human, Xingzhao straightens his back, calms down, holds his hand, puts down the pen steadily, and writes down four big words - "settle accounts after the autumn". Xing Zhao is a face body, horizontal and vertical, a goose head hook is flowing water, it does not seem to come from the hand of a seven-year-old daughter's family.

The lotus paste next to her, who was grinding ink with her bare hands, looked at these four words, and one of them couldn't help it, and laughed, but was glanced at by Ruxiang.

"The old slave said something unpleasant, what did the third master think was that the Lin'an Hou Mansion was something that was not ashamed? When he was disgusted with Lin'anhou Mansion, he dragged his family to divide the family property and ran away, and when he wanted to ask for connections in Lin'anhou Mansion, he dragged his family to come again. This is Zhang's mother's voice, Xingzhao raised his eyebrows, the real person does not show his face, and Zhang's mother has a good mouth.

The outer compartment "poofed", Xingzhao was stunned for a moment, and looked into the gap, the blue bricks in the outer hall were not covered with fine velvet felt carpets, and the third lady knelt in front of Mrs. Tai, her eyes were red, and she couldn't help crying: "My son knows his mistake..."

Before the third lady finished speaking, Mrs. Tai waved her hand, her eyes slanted slightly, and she was a little condescending: "Don't say anything about the side." Tell me, what do you want me to do with you? ”

The third lady raised her head sharply when she heard this, with some disbelief, and hurriedly said: "Li Lingqing, Lord Li, the servant of the ministry!" Mother only needs to send a rough mother to send a church post to Lord Li's house, you send someone to send it, and Lord Li will definitely come! ”

At this point, Xing Zhao fully understood the intention of the third lady, and then thought about what the lady said in the verandah that day, the third uncle was cold for half a year before receiving an order to inform him to return to Beijing to report on his work. When the third uncle came back, he still used the cyan crane pattern system of the six-rank official, and when he was released, he was a six-rank official, which shows that the officials have not yet issued an official order, and the third uncle is panicked...

"I sent someone to send it, that is, in the name of Lin'an Hou Mansion, Li Lingqing was raised by me, and this face will not be given to my wife. When you hold a church meeting, it is impossible for the boss not to go, and it is impossible for the boss not to be there and say a word. When the time comes, when we meet, we will be able to say everything..."

Mrs. Tai took the teacup with one hand, sipped it with one pair, and then said: "The third child has always been very clever, but unfortunately he is not very sober. Leaving the Lin'an Hou Mansion, why does the Lin'an Hou Mansion protect you unconditionally, just rely on you to cry a few words? Even the servants below walked around the alleys, knowing that they were carrying boxes of snacks, but the third child did not show sincerity, and the old woman did not dare to help. ”

People are short-sighted, and it is difficult not to be arrogant when they are in an absolute position. Mrs. Tai understands very well that since there is a vendetta, she simply treats him as a stranger, and the two parties are just exchanging relationships, and the money and goods are irrelevant. It's just that the face of the Lin'an Hou Mansion has to be returned.

The third lady was stunned, she thought about crying and begging, thinking about admitting her mistakes, thinking that Mrs. Tai would not give her face at all, but she didn't think about asking for things to be exchanged. Quickly calculated in his heart, what is worth it, the lightning flashed in his head, and his eyes became extremely bright: "Brother Jing is going to end next year, right?" ”

Mrs. Tai looked at the kneeling person and bowed her head slightly.

"The great Confucian Ming Yifang, the champion of the former dynasty and the first born, only eight buckets high, rich and five cars, but unfortunately because of the straightness, only in the Tai Academy after writing the "Yifang Chronicle", he returned to the countryside and sent his love to the landscape. Mother, do you remember him? The third lady spoke very quickly.

Mrs. Tai smiled and nodded again.

The third lady looked at the corner of her mother-in-law's mouth with a smile, as if she was encouraged: "My daughter-in-law's grandfather and Ming Yifang are old friends, Brother Jing is smart and beautiful, Mr. Ming will definitely agree to go out of the mountain to teach in person!" ”

Qingliu House, there is no white ding, which is not comparable to the hairpin. If you want to really look for it, you can find it, but most of the famous and talented scholars and scholars are not willing to come to the Hou Mansion to sit at the table, Mrs. Tai didn't expect that this net would come to a big fish like Ming Yifang.

"Why is the third lady still kneeling, Linglong, you don't know how to remind me, go and help the third lady up." Mrs. Tai smiled smilingly, and it was the kind old man again.

Xingzhao couldn't help but be dumbfounded, thinking that the two lives were human beings, and he had seen all the vicissitudes of prosperity in the world. Who ever thought about it, but didn't see the seven tricks of the human heart, and the trick has a mystery.

In the outer hall, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were discussing what to do with the church meeting on the fifteenth day of the lunar month; In the cabinet, it was Xingzhao Xiaoer who was holding a Zihao pen, and sighed in his heart, the long road is long, when is the return date.