The three sisters who lived in the Autumn Courtyard did not greet the old lady together. Rong Ci's aunt died of dystocia, she was raised under the name of the Zhu family since she was a child, and naturally followed Rong Qing to ask for peace with the Zhu family every day, while Rong Zheng followed Aunt Lin.

Rong Zheng didn't follow anyone today, and went to the old lady's Wanshou Hall half an hour earlier than usual, and then the old lady woke up, so she asked her to wait in the hall, and only after she finished grooming did she turn out of the bedroom.

Mrs. Lin was dressed in an amber embroidered gold silk robe, tied with a brocade waist seal, hung down a piece of black jade, and covered with a blue Wanfu Wanshou pattern gold-edged gown, walking calmly.

There was also a string of red-black Buddha beads around the back of her bruised hand, which circled a few times. However, although she recited the Buddha and fasted, she did not have the slightest kind eyebrows, the tails of her eyes were slightly drooping, but she was still a little sharp, but the years of these decades still slightly smoothed out her strong character, at least her voice was not slow, she asked: "Why did you come so early today, and you didn't follow your mother?" "Then sit down.

Rong Zheng stepped forward before Qian's mother, diligently smoothed the back of the gray squirrel cushion on the rosewood carved Taishi's chair, sat down with the old lady's elbow, and poured a cup of tea and presented it...... Seeing that the old lady took a sip of tea, she walked around behind her again, put her hands on her shoulders and squeezed them gently, "I got up early today, so I thought about coming over and pinching my grandmother's shoulders!" ”

The old lady smiled and said, "Are you pinching your shoulders or your grandmother's itching, this hand is not enough!" After that, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit beside him, and said, "What the hell is the idea, let's talk about it." ”

"I can't hide anything from my grandmother," Rong Zheng smiled sweetly, and then gave Zhang's mother to Rong Jin, and Rong Qingxing's teacher said with added fuel and vinegar to the matter.

The old lady bowed her head and was silent, holding a white porcelain cup with blue lotus pattern in both hands, rubbing it.

"Grandmother," Rong Zheng called to her softly, tentatively asking, "what are you going to do?" ”

"Go and invite Mother Zhang over, don't say anything, and don't alarm others," the old lady ordered Mother Qian beside her. Mother Qian should go down immediately.

Rong Zheng smiled, got up and walked around behind the old lady, and continued to pinch her shoulders and push her back, this time the strength was much greater than Fang Cai.

The old lady didn't say a word and continued to eat tea.

In fact, she knows that this granddaughter likes to exaggerate the most, but she won't make up nonsense about general things, according to what she said, Zhang's mother and Rong Qing seem to have joined forces to deliberately make things difficult for Rong Jin, even if it is not, it is all the fault of the wife's room.

The old lady didn't want to mobilize the public to seek justice for her granddaughter who had just returned home, but she couldn't see that the Zhu family had not taken her as a mother-in-law in her eyes all these years, so she had to find something to put her as a mother-in-law if she had anything to do, reminding the Zhu family that although she was the daughter of a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, in this mansion, she could not disobey her mother-in-law from an ordinary merchant family!

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Rong Jin has always come to say goodbye at three o'clock, usually at this time Mrs. and Rong Qing and others come over, and Aunt Chen is still on the way, but when she comes in at this hour, she sees a room full of people.

At a glance, the old lady sat on the rosewood Taishi chair, behind her was a screen painted with eight immortals crossing the sea, and in front of her was a large vat with a lotus pattern of the Doucai Group, which was enough to be stuffed into a person. The old lady has a temperament, she doesn't like to use incense in the house, and likes to use fashionable melons and fruits, such as a large vat of pears, pomegranates, fresh dates and other fruits in the jar.

The old lady sat Zhu on the left side of the head, and then sat on the lower two seats before the concubine Aunt Chen, Aunt Mei and the other two aunts stood, and on the right sat the sisters in order of teeth.

Rong Jin's heart trembled when she saw it, such a big battle was really the first time to see her, this person could spray her to death with a mouthful of spittle!

She couldn't help but think of the rules and etiquette, and hurriedly raised her head and stepped forward with small steps.

"Rong Jin said hello to my grandmother," Rong Jin lowered his head slightly, squatted in a proper manner, and caught a glimpse of the left and right rows of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple silk shoes out of the corner of his eye, and his heart was drumming.

"Get up, and sit beside your sister," the old lady said softly.

The whole Wanshoutang could only hear the beep of the old lady pulling the Bodhizi, and there were almost beads of sweat on Rong Jin's forehead, she was a transparent person in the past, and she went back to the courtyard after asking for peace, and no one paid attention to her, but today she felt that the eyes of the people in the room fell on her, and she was quite uncomfortable.

She clenched her cuffs tightly and looked up at the row of seats on the left, the three sisters and two sisters used to occupy all five chairs, but now they have added one for the first time! She glanced at the ladies and aunts who were drinking tea again, and said that she was fortunate that she came early, and this matter has not been broken up.

She took a deep breath and was not in a hurry to sit down, but squatted at the old lady again, and said with a smile: "Grandmother, Rong Jin has been back home for half a year, and she has never given gifts to her sisters. ”

The sound of the rosary suddenly stopped, and the old lady's face became gloomy. Mrs. and Rong Qing glanced at each other, the corners of their mouths were a little smiling, and Aunt Chen and Rong Zheng were twisting their handkerchiefs, looking at Rong Jin with hatred, and hated to stand up for her.

"The fourth girl didn't remember it, this feather was really given to you by the second girl?" Aunt Chen glanced sideways at Zhu and snorted slightly. Aunt Chen was born very similar to Rong Zheng, with a round and jade goose egg face, sharp facial features, charming and sharp, and a soft but not soft voice, "That's weird, I heard yesterday that the pheasant feathers reserved for the second girl by the kitchen were gone, and the second girl had a big fire, and she also went to Hongyan Zhai, and I don't know if it's true or not." ”

"Brother Duo secretly went out to gamble and you didn't watch it, but you have the leisure to take care of the things in my Rongqing room," Zhu picked up the teacup, gently blew the tea leaves floating on the surface, took a sip, and didn't bother to look at Aunt Chen.

This is not a direct scolding that does not save face, only his wife can do it, although Aunt Chen is a noble concubine, she does not dare to refute in front of everyone, and she can't think of words to refute her, so she has to grit her teeth and endure it.

The old lady couldn't get used to Zhu's appearance the most, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said in a long voice: "What are you two arguing about?" The old body is still here! ”

The two of them hurriedly got up and pretended to make amends to the old lady.

The old lady took a sip of tea, her face softened, and she glanced at the two of them again, before she looked at Rong Jin, who was standing in the hall like a chicken, "This pheasant feather is really given to you by Rong Qing's girl?" She didn't embarrass you? She leaned forward, her voice oppressive.

On a late autumn day, Rong Jin's temples were sweating, and she forced herself to calm down: "It's Sister Rong Qing's generosity, gave it to me, grandmother, can I give the shuttlecock to a few sisters now?" ”

"Take it," the old lady glanced at Zhu, her body depressed, and leaned heavily on the back of the gray squirrel.

Rong Qing's slightly lowered head was raised again, and he looked at the old lady brightly.

Rong Jin called the finches standing outside the door, took the five shuttlecocks that were made overnight yesterday from her hands, stepped forward, and presented the shuttlecocks to the sisters one by one.

Rong Qing and Rong Ci were happy, and thanked her and said, "Sister has worked hard", but Rong Zheng was holding the smooth armrest of the rosewood chair with one hand, and his long pink nails were cut in.

Rong Jin's heart trembled when she saw it, and said in her heart that if she was cut into her own flesh, wouldn't the blood be splattered out, tsk, just thinking about the back of her neck made a layer of fine chestnuts.

Finally, Rong Zheng reluctantly took her shuttlecock, gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, sister." ”

This "thank you" could hear the fine chestnut on Rong Jin's back and spread to her back, and she could almost foresee her miserable days in the future.

After a long gust of wind, the lightning and thunder did not come, but the sun was shining again.

When Rong Jin came out of Wanshoutang, the breath that Que Er had been holding was only exhaled, she hurriedly stepped forward, followed behind Rong Jin, and said in a low voice: "Miss, you can figure it out, the slave still thinks something is going to happen." ”

"It's not in vain that I made a few shuttlecocks overnight yesterday, and I can't even lift my hand," Rong Jin shook his hand lightly and smiled easily.

Que'er looked nervous, she looked left and right, and leaned into Rong Jin's ear, "Miss, the slave maid saw the mother who led the slave maid to take pheasant feathers, she is also here!" ”

"Where are the people?" Rong Jin suppressed his voice and asked eagerly, but when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Rong Qing, who was wearing a water-red silk skirt, next to the plain porcelain big fish tank in the courtyard, and smiled at herself, Rong Jin hurriedly pulled out a smile in response, but she didn't seem very happy when she saw Rong Qing coming from behind.

Rong Ci saw the two smiling at each other, of course it was not a taste in her heart, she had been raised by his wife's side since she was a child, and followed her like Rong Qing's little tail, flattering and pleasing carefully, and his wife and father and grandmother would only look at her more when they saw Rong Qing. In this life, she can only rely on her wife and Rong Qing to protect her, and she is used to relying on them, if Rong Qing befriends Rong Jin and leaves her aside, then what is her strength in this mansion?

Rong Ci took a deep look at Rong Jin again, and the fists in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

Bang Bang Bang –

Walking down from the stone steps, a big sister wearing a colorful thousand-colored plum blossom gauze skirt, the skirt dragged on the steps. She tilted her head, clapped her palms and walked towards Rong Qing, and sighed: "The second sister wins beautiful!" ”

Rong Qing looked at her coldly, pulled Rong Ci and left, she didn't want to quarrel with Rong Zheng in front of Wanshoutang.

Rong Zheng had nowhere to vent the fire in his belly, and shot towards Rong Jin with a sharp glance, "Some people just can't help Adou, people are stupid, and their bones are soft and ......" said one by one, and fanned the wind with a handkerchief.

I can't hide if I can't be provoked? Rong Jin pretended not to understand, and pulled the finch away.

She is not as reserved as Rong Qing, and she ran away in a few steps, leaving Rong Zheng who stomped her feet angrily.

Rong Zheng wanted to chase after her, but Mother Qian came to invite her back to Wanshoutang to speak.