Mei Zhiyuan walked out of the study, standing under the starlight night, he felt a lot more relaxed, he knew at this time that his cousin was not very important in his heart, and he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

He took a deep breath of the slightly grassy air, and walked towards his bamboo pavilion, Mei Zhiyuan knew in his heart that although he also liked his cousin, it was only the love between brothers and sisters, not the love between husband and wife as written in the book.

Mei Zhiyuan has never had that inseparable affection for Yang Wanqing, although he did not express dissatisfaction with Yang Wanqing for letting him marry Yang Wanqing, but he did not show joy after hearing it, he also adhered to the etiquette of his parents' order to face this family matter.

Now that he can push off this marriage, he feels that a big stone has been removed from his body, and his whole body is fluttering and brisk.

"Ah......h Sneeze ......"

"Miss, but you're freezing?"

Xiaohong put down the embroidery work in her hand, stood up and walked to the carved bed, and reached out to touch Yang Wanqing's forehead.

"Oh, I'm going to get sick."

Yang Wanqing raised her hand and knocked away Xiaohong's outstretched hand, and looked at Xiaohong coquettishly, "I'm just having an itchy nose and sneezing, where can I get sick, you are too fussful." She said.

Xiaohong withdrew her hand and stood there looking at her uneasily, "It's just spring now, and it's easy to catch a cold, so it's better for Miss to pay attention, and it's good to ask a doctor to take a look." She said.

"The more you talk about it, the more you put it on your face, your young lady is so incompetent, she is going to die of illness." Yang Wanqing didn't want to be entangled with her, so she lay down and turned inside to ignore her.

Xiaohong stretched out her hand to pull the brocade quilt in the bed open and cover her with it, and tucked the corner of the quilt, "Miss just thinks I'm verbose, and it doesn't hurt to be cautious." She said.

Seeing that Yang Wanqing stopped talking, Xiaohong put down the emerald green saro tent, took the candlestick farther away, got on the small couch and pulled the quilt to cover her legs, covered her mouth and yawned, picked up the embroidered bandage on the side, and embroidered a green plum with a needle and thread on the flickering candle flame.

"You can sleep too, and embroider again tomorrow." After a while, Yang Wanqing's voice came out of the bed tent.

Xiaohong covered her mouth and yawned again before saying, "There will be tomorrow and tomorrow, and there are not many stitches." ”

Yang Wanqing stopped talking, lying there thinking about her thoughts, it's been a few days, why hasn't my aunt come to propose marriage! Did something happen?

When she was very young, she liked to run behind Mei Zhiyuan, she was close to his age, only a few months apart, and she always felt that time passed quickly together.

When her mother talked about marrying her cousin, Yang Wanqing was a little happy, she was willing to marry her cousin, she knew that her cousin was very good to her, and she would treat him with her heart, so it was enough.

Yang Wanqing raised her hand and touched her hot cheeks, her heart was full of happiness, she turned around and lay down, looking at Xiaohong who was seriously embroidered through a layer of curtains, and opened her mouth to want her to go to bed early, but she didn't say anything.

Yang Wanqing moved her eyes to the top of the tent, looked at the rich and noble patterns in the garden, and slowly closed her beautiful eyes and fell asleep.

"Miss, it's time to get up."

Xiaohong gently pushed Yang Wanqing and called softly, she had been awake for more than an hour, and when she didn't see Miss get up earlier, she lifted the tent and looked, and saw that she was sleeping soundly and didn't call her.

After sleeping for another half an hour, she couldn't help but come and call Yang Wanqing to wake up.

Raising her hand to block the morning sun, Yang Wanqing slowly opened her eyes, and she came back to her senses after a trance.

"Miss, you are awake, the slave still thinks ......" Xiaohong couldn't help but say that her young lady was sick, and it was too unlucky to say that she was sick early in the morning.

"When?"

"It's already half an hour."

Xiaohong helped her sit up, Yang Wanqing's body shook, dizzy and dizzy, and almost fell back to the bed.

"Miss......"

Xiaohong put her arms around her shoulders and sat on the side of the bed, and cried out with concern, "...... What is wrong with you? She said.

"Some dizziness ......"

Yang Wanqing leaned on Xiaohong's shoulder, closed a pair of watery eyes, and felt better, before sitting up straight.

"Miss, you lie down first, and the slave will go back to Mrs. and ask the doctor to go." As she spoke, Xiaohong was about to press her to the bed.

"Xiaohong, don't be angry, I'm in a hurry, there's nothing wrong."

Yang Wanqing grabbed Xiaohong, who was about to run out, sat up, pointed to the clothes on the side of the hanger, and asked her to bring them over and serve her to put them on.

"A-Niang asked people to come and ask, right?"

Xiaohong took the clothes and put them on for her, and said, "Mrs. asked people to come and ask half an hour ago, and I didn't let anyone disturb you when I knew that Miss was still asleep."

The third lady was originally looking for you to see the apricot blossom in the backyard, but I heard that the young lady didn't get up, so she went by herself. ”

Yang Wanqing listened to her chatter, slowly finished washing, sat in front of the dressing table, and she combed her hair, curled her hair, and inserted beaded gold and silver hairpins.

Inserting the jade plum blossom and shaking, Xiaohong looked at the young lady who was dressed up beautifully by herself with satisfaction, and slapped a little slap, "Okay." She said.

Yang Wanqing looked at herself in the mirror and pursed her lips and smiled.

"What are you going to eat?" I'm going to let the kitchen do it. ”

Xiaohong stood next to her and looked at her, her eyes flashed with little stars, Miss is so beautiful!

"I want to drink some porridge, and I don't want any side dishes." Yang Wanqing said.

"Okay."

Little Red turned around and went out.

On this day, Yang Wanqing didn't go out much, and he didn't go to the yard to see the greenery of spring, so he leaned on the chaise longue and didn't want to move.

She felt as if she was suffering from a cold, and she was very tired and had no strength at all.

Yang Wanqing didn't want to make the whole family know about the uncomfortable things, so she didn't let Xiaohong go back to her mother, but only asked her to use the small tea stove and cook two bowls of ginger tea to drink.

However, her third sister Yang Wan'e accompanied her for an afternoon, which relieved her drowsy mind and made her not appear to be as lacking in energy as a patient.

When it was time for dinner, she felt better, so she went to the upper room of the hall to have dinner with her parents, sisters-in-law, and younger siblings.

In the dining room, Tang and his niece Min, who were held by a maid and stood next to him, watching Tang command the two maids to set the table.

Wen just passed her third birthday yesterday, and she sticks to Tang all day long, and she can't stop crying when she can't see it for a while, she loves to cry more than her brother, and she doesn't invite Aunt Yang to see her.

Tang had to keep her by his side and let the maid hold her, or put her on the ground and let him play by himself for a while, as long as she could see Tang and not cry.

After entering the dining room, Tang beckoned Yang Wanqing to sit down, and she sat down politely.

Tang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned around and instructed the maid to set up the dishes and dishes, in the past, the eldest sister would hold her daughter when she came in, but today where did she offend her, and her speech was cold, and she didn't hug her niece.

What's going on? Tang stole a glance at Yang Wanqing again, and saw her sitting there blankly, looking at the dishes on the table, not knowing what she was thinking, and even ignored Min who reached out to her to hug her.

Yang Wanqing didn't see her little niece reaching out for her to hug her, but she couldn't hug it, she could only pretend not to see it, she was afraid that she would infect the child, which would be bad.

Regardless of whether you are really sick or not, it is not wrong to prevent it.

Yang Wanqing didn't want to know the family who was a little uncomfortable and publicized, and she didn't like the feeling of being noticed, as if she had some kind of serious illness.

Tang reached out and hugged his daughter from the maid's hand, "Good, my aunt is uncomfortable, don't bother my aunt." She said.

Tang's words were a little tasteful, but he was right about the reason why Yang Wanqing didn't hold the child, but there was some resentment in his tone.

Yang Wanqing smiled at her sister-in-law, she didn't mean to explain, as soon as she explained, she would become the focus of the whole family, which was not what she wanted.

There was a sound of talking outside, Tang was busy hugging Yang Wen and welcoming him out, and Yang Wanqing also stood up and looked at the door, waiting for his parents and others to come in.

Aunt Yang came in with two other daughters and a maid holding her grandson, and Tang handed the child to the maid and walked to the main seat with Aunt Yang's help.

Aunt Yang is over 50 years old, looks very old, and has two more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows than her peers.

Her face is slightly elongated, almost oval. The eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are big, and they can't stand out on her face, but they are very attractive together, and I want to see that she was also a beautiful person back then.

"Why hasn't Daddy come back yet?" Second Miss Yang Wanfen asked.

Someone invited him to eat and drink at Honghu Pavilion, and he didn't eat at home. Why didn't they come, Boss? Aunt Yang asked.

Tang hurriedly said: "Xianggong has gone to meet friends, and the two uncles have already asked people to go." ”

Aunt Yang sat down, took her precious grandson from the maid's arms, and let the child sit on her lap, the boy looked younger than Min, just over a year old.

Aunt Yang didn't say that everyone should sit down, so she reached out and pinched a piece of ham and stuffed it into her grandson's mouth, the child took a bite, and Aunt Yang stuffed the remaining half of the ham into her mouth, and reached out to pinch it again.

"Auntie, how many times have I told you, don't pinch the vegetables with your hands." Miss Yang San shouted.

Aunt Yang glared at her troubled little daughter, "I've washed my hands, if you want to be dirty, don't eat this plate of ham, leave it to my good grandson to eat......" said and pinched the child's little face.

Where is this a matter of washing your hands, this is whether you behave appropriately or not! Seeing that no one was helping, Miss Yang San pursed her mouth, twisted her waist and sat down, regardless of whether anyone was there or not, she moved her chopsticks to pick up the vegetables and eat.

Tang stood beside Uncle Yang, picked up chopsticks to pick up vegetables for his mother-in-law, and served carefully.

Yang Wanqing also sat down but didn't move her chopsticks, she didn't want to say that she was a mother, she had been a bad habit for decades, and she couldn't get rid of it.

She also dislikes such a mother, especially when she was a child in her aunt's house, when she saw the people in her eldest cousin's family, her every move was so elegant, and it was praised when she looked at it, that is, when she lived in Mei's house, after learning some etiquette in the late Qing Dynasty, she looked down on her aunt more and more.

No matter how unbearable Aunt Yang's behavior is, it is not something that Yang Wanqing can accuse, it is the aunt who gave birth to her and raised her, not a person who can find fault with her as a junior, she can only do her best to be herself, and not let herself be like her aunt.

"The second young master and the third young master are here." The maid shouted outside

Two teenagers stepped in, one fourteen or fifteen years old, the other slightly younger, and they called out to Aunt Yang: "A-Niang." He turned his head to say hello to Yang Wanqing, but he didn't say hello to Tang who was standing behind Yang's aunt, so he sat down in the late Qing Dynasty.

The two have faces similar to those of Uncle Yang, but their skin is slightly dark, not as white as Uncle Yang, and they should follow their father, Uncle Yang.

"Where are you two going crazy again? I still have to be urged to come to dinner. Aunt Yang said.

Aunt Yang put the chicken leg that had been bitten by her grandson on the plate again, and looked up and down the clothes of her two sons, trying to see from above where they had gone to mingle with the sun.

"The second brother wants to make a kite, let me go with him to cut a few bamboos, and it's too late." Third Young Master Yang said

Aunt Yang picked up the chicken leg and sent it to the child's mouth, watching him bite a little, "Kites are sold on the street outside the street, what are you doing with that effort?" She said.

"I've seen enough of selling it every year, and I'm going to make a different one." Second Young Master Yang said.

"It's easy to say." Miss Yang San snorted disdainfully.

"You say one more, believe it or not, I'm beating you?"

"How dare you ......"

"You see if I dare."

"Shut up and eat well." Yang Wanqing shouted impatiently, one by one, if they don't study well, they know how to play.

Several younger siblings saw their sister's ugly face, glared at each other, lowered their heads to eat, and did not speak.

They were naughty and naughty when they were children, and Yang Wanqing, who provoked them, chased them all over the yard, and slapped them hard when they caught them, so they were all afraid of this sister and didn't dare to challenge her authority.

"Sister-in-law, sit down too, Min'er is hungry." Yang Wanqing said.

Tang Shi looked at her daughter who was being held by the maid on the side, she looked at her younger brother with blank eyes, and her younger brother was fed a mouthful of chicken by her grandmother, and her little mouth opened slightly, as if she was also taking a bite.

Tang looked at the face of his mother-in-law, Aunt Yang, and saw that she had not changed color, so he carefully hugged his daughter and sat a little farther away.

Aunt Yang scolded the stinky girl in her heart, but her face was not **, and she still fed her little grandson with a smile. Her eldest daughter has been a high-spirited person since she was a child, and she always looks at the Mei family.

Since she was five years old, she went to Mei's house to live for a month, and when she returned home, she didn't like everywhere, and she asked Aunt Yang for a personal big girl, an old mother, her own boudoir, and her own yard.

Didn't you just see that there were two maids beside the eldest lady of the Mei family, and two old mothers! She doesn't even look at whether she is worthy or not, how can she have the money to support a maid and a woman at home.

In the end, she was annoyed by Yang Wanqing's entanglement, so Aunt Yang bought a girl from outside and made her a personal maid. After that, Yang Wanqing took her maid around the yard, took the eldest lady's money, and instructed the maid to do things for her.

She can't change her family, so she wants to change herself, and every day at home she learns to be a young lady from a wealthy family, puts on a young lady's shelf, and learns to call a slave like Ruoxue.

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