The light and brightness pouring from the clouds silently penetrated the green tiles, covering the courtyard of Mengfu with a layer of gentle golden brilliance.

Li'er took the thick box in Ying'er's hand, Old Madam Meng straightened her body, took the scroll of scriptures, and handed it over at a glance -

It is the wolf's cinnabar pen, and the green jade is outstanding.

Mrs. Meng glanced at the bottom of the box with a touch of white, took out all the ten volumes of scriptures, and saw that a carved jade pad was placed at the bottom of the box, and she reached out to touch it, it was a rare mutton fat white jade, cold and delicate, and it was the most beneficial for storing scriptures and scrolls.

"It is said that the heart has seven tricks," she waved her hand to signal Lian'er to put it away, and looked at Shen Zhihe who was kneeling, with light and shadow in her eyes, the tails of her eyes slightly raised, and the beads were shoulder to shoulder, "I think you have a little more tricks." ”

"The mother praises falsely, and the daughter-in-law just wants to be filial." Shen Zhihe raised his eyes, his obsidian-like autumn pupils were as clear as a mirror, his spine was straight, and his voice was like a pearl.

Mrs. Meng's eye sockets were slightly sunken, and she only stared at her for a while, and then she flicked her fingers, removed the hollow carved chuan on her wrist, lifted her eyelids, and her eyes were shining:

"Get up, I'm here for you."

Ying'er's drooping eyes flashed with a hint of plain color, and she hurriedly stepped forward to help Shen Zhihe up.

Shen Zhihe held up a handful of graceful weak bones, the tip of his tongue lightly buckled on the teeth, and he walked with a sound, bowed over and took the carved chuan of Mrs. Meng, and his fingertips were cold: "My daughter-in-law thanked my mother." ”

Six Luo skirts fluttered on the ground, she took Ying'er's hand back to the side chair and sat down, and then put the handpiece on.

"Where has Wang Po gone?" Old Madam Meng smoothed the folds on her clothes and looked sideways.

Li'er refilled the hot tea for her and lowered her eyes: "Mother said to watch the people in the dining room so as not to make any mistakes." ”

"She's always been a careful person."

Old Madam Meng bowed her head, stroked the emerald on her sideburns, and turned to look at Shen Zhihe: "Mrs. Wang has been with you for more than two months, can you get used to it?" ”

"Mrs. Wang taught her daughter-in-law a lot of the rules of the Meng Mansion, which is excellent." The corners of Shen Zhihe's mouth rhymed with a just right smile, and his eyes quietly fell on Li'er, and he moved away in just a moment.

"You are also familiar with this pity, it is good to follow her mother," Mrs. Meng shook her fan and said in a deep voice, "I see that you are only one close attendant, and I want to send Pity'er to your courtyard, okay?" ”

The heat of the sun outside the window was separated by the curtain for three points, but some newcomers turned their heads to look inside the house, which was colder than three winters.

The two people on the seat looked at each other for a long time, and they didn't see Shen Zhihe reply.

Old Madam Meng frowned, and was about to say something, but Shen Zhihe took the first step, and her voice was still cold:

"In the past two months, Mrs. Wang has taught her daughter-in-law to marry very well, and I have promoted one to serve in front of me."

Her eyes were full of spring, and her fingertips were caressing on the hollow carved handbag she had just brought, deferential and gentle, and she couldn't find any fault.

Old Madam Meng froze for a moment, skewered the Jin Sibo Tizi in her hand a little slower, and then put it on the table, and made a dull voice: "Your dowry attendant? ”

"Mother rest assured, it is the daughter-in-law's mother's own choice, you can check the details." Shen Zhihe's skirt embroidered with gold thread patterns shone brightly under the shimmering light, just like the brightness of her eyes, "Jing Huai also knows." ”

Li'er's face turned white in an instant, and she clenched her lips tightly and lowered her eyes.

Mrs. Meng twisted her handkerchief with her fingers and a small piece of land, and her heart flowed.

The Shen family's mother-in-law, Jiang, is a real noble daughter of the Earl's Mansion, when she married the current Shen Cheng Prime Minister, Huai'an had a few talented scholars, but after she gave birth to her eldest son, she lingered on the sickbed, and later the eldest son died in battle, and Jiang became even sicker.

Shen Xiang has never accepted a concubine, the world says that he is deeply in love, who knows that many years later he knew that he was hiding in the outer room, and there was a daughter, the prime minister took his daughter back to Huai'an, recorded it in the name of his wife Jiang, and passed the clan genealogy.

Shen Zhihe also got the name of a descendant because of this.

"The person your grandmother chose, I won't say much."

In the middle of the ring, Old Madam Meng retracted her thoughts, opened her mouth coldly, no longer looked at Shen Zhihe, her eyes fell on Li'er, and turned into Ling Lingboguang.

Wang Po has many sons, and Li'er is good at giving birth to her figure, besides, she is an obedient girl who has grown up by herself, and she can handle it.

As for his daughter-in-law here, there are too many twists and turns in his heart.

Mrs. Meng lowered her eyes and added: "It's just that the poor child is careful, and if you have something, you can also come to your courtyard to help." ”

Shen Zhihe suppressed the scorn that passed for a moment, and finally followed the words of the person and responded: "Thank you for your kindness." ”

The light poured in through the window paper, and little by little it climbed onto the edge of the window, and the white dome was noon in an instant.

Wang Po stepped through the red threshold and entered, breaking the silence: "The young master has returned to the house, the dining room has been prepared, and the banquet can be opened." ”

Old Madam Meng was silent, got up by herself, brushed away Li'er's outstretched hand, and her eyes fell on Shen Zhihe, Shen Zhihe's heart sank, and he hurriedly stepped forward and held her arm steadily.

The group walked slowly, bypassing the corridor of the Qingqiang Mansion, and in front of the main hall, the red brocade was slowly unfolding in the air, dyeing a little vitality for the Meng Mansion that was dull for the long time.

They entered steadily, the red candle lights flickered, the plum blossom screen painted with gold powder came to life, and they saw a variety of delicacies on the table, and they cooked sheep and slaughtered cattle in the side pavilion, and prepared fine roasting essence for fun——

General Meng Lao is accustomed to the scorching cattle and sheep on the border.

At this time, the old general was sitting firmly in his position, and when he saw the two of them entering, he just gave a glimmer of light and looked away.

"Mother." Meng Jinghuai changed into his regular clothes, stepped forward to hold the old lady's other arm, and glanced at it, just in front of Shen Zhihe.

helped the old lady to sit down next to the old general, and Meng Jinghuai sat down with Shen Zhihe.

There is the sound of orchestral silk and bamboo on the side, mixed with the unique moist breath of summer, singing a familiar song, but the soft tone cannot evoke the love between the north and the south.

"Mother, may you be in good health for many years."

Meng Jinghuai took a glass of wine, saluted the old lady, and then warmed the wine into his throat and drank it all.

"Okay, Huai'er has always been filial." Old Madam Meng's eyebrows and eyes were warm, and only when Meng Jinghuai was in front of her, she would show such a look.

The banquet opened, and the cook in the side pavilion served the scorched mutton, without a trace of fishy gas, and seeing that General Meng moved his chopsticks, Meng Jing held a pillar in his arms, and fell sideways into the bowl in front of Shen Zhihe:

"Taste it."

Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, she had never eaten such baked food, but when she saw Meng Jinghuai's eyes scorching, her starry eyes were shining, as if there was some great joy today, so she went with him.

She picked up the silver spoon and put it in her mouth to chew it slowly, a spicy rush to her nose, Shen Zhihe raised the handkerchief and swallowed the meat in her mouth hard.

The bottom of his eyes was full of mist, and the eyes that looked at Meng Jinghuai seemed to be divided, and the latter's eyebrows were dyed with a smile, like a March breeze, reflecting joy.

"What's wrong with Huai'er today, I look like I'm in a good mood."

Mrs. Meng put down the silver chopstick, took a sip of cold cane drink, wiped it with a scarf, and glanced over.

"When a mother is born, her son is naturally happy." Meng Jinghuai collected the smile in his eyes, looked at Mrs. Meng, and said in a deep voice.

The tip of Shen Zhihe's tongue was lightly pressed on the back of his teeth, and there was still a spicy aftertaste.

Old Madam Meng's eyes swept back and forth over the two of them, and the old general beside her didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and only used the dishes carefully.

Li'er scooped a spoonful of three fresh soups, and Bingzhen sandwiched mushrooms, tomatoes, and enoki mushrooms into her silver spoon, Mrs. Meng paused and opened her mouth:

"Huai'er, you can try this too."

Old Madam Meng gave Li'er a look and motioned for her to step forward and go to Meng Jinghuai.

At that time, the eyes of everyone in the hall were focused on her.

Li'er Nuonuo responded, fanned his eyelashes, and stood beside Meng Jinghuai, but Meng Jinghuai's eyelids did not lift half a minute, and he only cared about the hot meat on the plate.

Li'er bit her lip, put half a bowl of soup for Meng Jinghuai and put it in his hand, took a new pair of silver chopsticks and sandwiched a half-moon Shenjiang for him, trembled his hands, and put it in his plate.

The sound of silk and bamboo in the ears is constant, and it is the song of Jiangnan.

Shen Zhihe took the hot tea offered by Ying'er, and there was a rising mist in her eyes, and the wet and hot water vapor covered her irony for a moment.