Cui Wanqing was silent with a smile, she was about to enter the boudoir door, and asked fiercely: "Ah Tao, how many days will you go back to Xifu to help your sister Yingqiao, okay?" ”

Ah Tao paused, but quickly understood the deep meaning, "Okay, the maid is worried that Guo'er's girl is a pampered girl, and she can't help Sister Yingqiao, if she makes trouble for her sister again, it won't be good, or the maid will pass, right?" ”

Cui Wanqing smiled at the little maid who was diligently opening the curtains, and only after entering the house did she say, "Don't worry, you can put some of the snacks you made at noon today in a box, and then go to Mother Fang to get five taels of silver, and go back to Sister Yingqiao to let her act cheaply." ”

Ah Tao got the order, and saw that Fang Rong and Fang Wen were in the house, and Fang Xuan also carried water in a silver basin and came in to serve. I said goodbye to my master and went next door to find my mother.

Cui Wanqing changed into a light purple embroidered rose flower cloud smoke Luo Jiao collared Confucian skirt, sat on the couch and used it with sour plum soup with crushed ice, only drank two or three sips, and listened to the little maid outside: "Mother Fang is here." ”

Cui Wanqing smiled and instructed Fang Rong, who was fanning herself: "Go, pour a lamp for Mama, this sour and cool, no more than the heat." ”

"Go to the maid, let Fang Rong fan you the wind, it's cooler." Fang Xuan, who was about to go out to pour residual water with a silver basin, smiled and snatched the errand and went out.

Cui Wanqing has a good impression of these Fang'er, and after getting along in the past few days, at least she is gentle and amiable on the surface, and the most important thing is that she has her own master in her eyes, which is the most important thing.

As for what kind of thoughts the maids have, she is not afraid, people with thoughts are easy to get along with, and for those who have no desires and no desires, even if you have a thousand skills, you can't show them, right?

Whether this master can hold people's hearts or not depends entirely on the master's ability, at least, in Cui Wanqing's eyes, now is a good start.

"In addition to what you just ordered, the slave maid also brought a box of halva and two brightly colored pine mist yarns, so that Yingqiao could make a set of clothes for each of them to wear, and wearing this in summer is the coolest and breathable." Fang's mother smiled and replied to Cui Wanqing.

By the way, I shook off the object in my hand, and it turned out to be a set of freshly sewn pajamas with green pine mist yarn, and the upper body was a cross-collared shirt, with a tender yellow spring flower embroidered on the collar, and embroidered pants underneath.

It looks light and soft, and it must be cool and tight to wear.

This set of pajamas, Fang's mother only worked for four or five days, and she rushed to make it day and night, Cui Wanqing felt warm in her heart, and felt that the feeling of being loved and pampered was really good.

But he still pouted and said, "Mama is too rushed, don't I still have to wear it?" You just do it slowly, it's only been a few days, how sad is it? ”

"Those two sets of pajamas, one is small, and the other is actually made of thin silk, where can I wear them? It's not too much of this set of mamma, and I want to make you another set of silk skirts, so I can wear it instead. Fang's mother looked disappreciative.

I felt that my young lady was wronged, and she didn't even look like pajamas, which was caused by the lack of a caring person around her.

Fang's mother sat opposite Cui Wanqing with her pajamas in her arms, trimming the threads on her clothes with silver scissors.

"My grandmother just told me that my grandmother believed in Buddhism sincerely, and asked me to sincerely copy the scriptures and make a birthday gift for my grandmother." Looking at Fang's mother's serious appearance, Cui Wanqing bent the corners of her mouth and said in a brisk voice.

With a 'snap', as soon as Fang's mother let go of her hand, the little scissors fell to the ground.

She tugged at the clothes in her hand, didn't even bother to pick up the scissors, and asked cautiously and softly with hope: "The old lady can say that when the time comes, who will go to the Ming'an Hou Mansion to send congratulatory gifts?" ”

"Anyway, Mama, why don't you guess who?" Cui Wanqing tilted her head, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"This kid is still playing dumb riddles with Mama." Fang's mother was annoyed, but still guessed: "But Shu's mother? In previous years, she went to give birthday gifts on behalf of the old lady. ”

"It's not." Cui Wanqing said in denial, thinking to herself, "It seems that Mama and Uncle's family have always been in contact." ”

"That's the Cheng Supervisor of the Outer Courtyard? He is in charge of the people's contacts in various provinces, and he knows people best. Fang's mother said another person in her heart.

Cui Wanqing covered her mouth and smiled: "It's not." ”

"Isn't Steward Cheng a mother?" Cui Wanqing secretly thought in her heart, but she didn't realize it at all, she was now completely immersed in Cui Wanqing's thoughts, and subconsciously regarded the Cao family as her mother, and regarded the Ming'an Hou Mansion as her uncle's family!

"Oh, just say it, is this going to die in a hurry?" Fang's mother anxiously put the clothes in her arms on the couch.

Cui Wanqing smiled, stretched out her hand and went around in a big circle, but finally hit the tip of her nose!

"My God, my Emperor Bodhisattva, my wife, God opens his eyes, God opens his eyes!" Fang's mother didn't believe it at first, but when she did, she stood up, knelt down facing the west, muttered to herself, and kept chanting with her hands folded.

Cui Wanqing asked her to thank the Bodhisattva, and then motioned for Fangwen to help the person up, and said with a smile: "Mama, don't be too excited, this is nearly 20 days away from the sixth day of the next month, I am about to start burning incense and copying scriptures, and there is only one person left in the house to serve." ”

Fang's mother dipped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, pointed to the most stable Fang Rong to serve, and took Fang Xuan and Fang Wen to the small hall next door.

Cui Wanqing's heart was smooth, things were going according to her expectations, she was really sincerely grateful for the Bodhisattva's grace, and she didn't need to be deliberate, so she copied the scriptures with 100,000 sincerity.

In order to make her grandmother happy, she specially chose the Lotus Sutra, which she copied the most, and almost all of them could be silently revealed, and it was the most convenient.

When I had dinner in the evening, Yulan was also there, Cui Wanqing originally thought that she was afraid that she would come back after dinner, but she didn't expect to come back very early.

"The old lady was not happy today, so she invited the eldest master and the second master to come over and talk, and only Furui was left in the hall, and Mother Shu and Mother Pan were waiting. White Tea and Peony were called to guard the door, and the maid returned. Yulan saw the meaning in the master's eyes and explained it carefully.

"It seems that there was a lot of trouble in the afternoon, the old lady was moved by Aunt Qian's words, and helped the fourth sister ask about the marriage, but as a result, it was not the Chengguo Mansion that proposed marriage, but it was replaced by the eldest brother-in-law's house of the mother-in-law, Jiazhou Thorn History, and the gap is really not ordinary." Cui Wanqing thought secretly.

She reached out and took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, put it in her mouth, squinted her eyes and ate it extremely satisfied, and the corners of her mouth were upturned, which showed that her mood at this moment was really good.

"I just don't know, when the eldest uncle and father ask out, what kind of situation will this eldest uncle's son be a medicine jar that takes more medicine than eats all year round?" The more Cui Wanqing thought about it, the brighter her heart became

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