Mama Zhuang lifted the curtain and entered the house, and saw that Wei Jiayan was holding a book in her hand, but her eyes were empty, so she knew that she was not in her mind.

"What is Miss thinking?"

Wei Jiayan shook her head, put down the book, picked up the half-made forehead in the sewing basket again, and lowered her head to embroider it.

Mama Zhuang stepped forward and closed the window for her.

"On this day, just a few days after the sunshine, the wind is blowing again, and I don't know ...... when I see that there will be a heavy rain in the evening."

"Phew!"

Mama Zhuang looked back and found that Wei Jiayan was holding her hand, and her fingertips had already been dripping with blood beads, which should have been tied when she was out of her mind.

"Oh, my young lady, can you be careful, it's just a matter of reading and being distracted, and doing needlework can also be distracted?"

Mama Zhuang wanted to deal with her, and she shook her head.

"No problem."

Wei Jiayan took out a handkerchief and wiped it, as if she couldn't wipe it clean, and finally put it in her mouth and sipped it.

Mama Zhuang saw her worried, thinking that she had watched the pomp and circumstance of Zheng Huarui's wedding a few days ago, and she had a knot in her heart.

"In the past, when all the families had banquets, the lady was lazy to walk around, but recently she has changed her usual, she must go to every appointment, and she will take the young lady with her when she returns, what should you be for?"

Mama Zhuang walked across from her and sat down, softly explaining.

"If you want the old slave to say, Miss really doesn't have to envy others, Mrs. treats you as if you were her own child, even if your family affairs are not as good as the Miss Zheng family, they will not be any worse."

Who knew that after hearing this, Wei Jiayan was not happy but worried.

"It's like being a biological child, but it's not a biological child after all."

After hearing her words, Mama Zhuang finally knew the crux of the problem.

"Are you worried about that one?"

Wei Jiayan did not speak.

That's it.

Mama Zhuang snorted.

"That person can't affect you, Miss, no matter what, if you worry about her, it's really not worth it. These days, the old slave looks at you and doesn't take it to heart......"

Wei Jiayan lowered her eyes, and after a while, said: "I thought I could not go to my heart, but as the day approached, I always felt a little panicked in my heart, like something that belonged to me was about to be snatched away...... Mama, it's not right, do you know what I mean? ”

"Yes, the old slave understands. But Miss, not to mention that her name is not anywhere, even if she is a serious Miss Yan, she has been raised in the countryside for so many years, what else do you have to fear? ”

Speaking of this, Mama Zhuang paused.

"Take Miss, your two sisters, for example, they are not as good as Miss, you can get the blue eyes of Mrs. Hou, they were exiled to the barren land of Lingnan together, not to mention the hardships and crimes, and they have not been able to raise them well, although they have returned to Huai'an without danger, but after all, they have been delayed......"

A criminal official, both exiled and deprived of official returns, is now just a commoner, can no longer give any assistance to children, and the children have missed a good time to become adults, if you want to climb the high branches, you can only marry hastily.

Wei Jiayan remembered the scene when she returned to Huai'an last year to see the eldest sister and the younger sister.

After many years, I thought that the three sisters would hug their heads and cry, but no, she looked at her long-lost relatives, but she hesitated, because she didn't dare to recognize each other.

The eldest sister, who used to be more prominent than her, has become rough-skinned, yellow-haired, black and thin, especially when looking at people, her dodgy demeanor is full of childishness. No, rather poor sour.

The little sister is almost carved out of a mold, but it is only in front of the person, and the person has changed her appearance, and a pair of eyes only revolve around her, eager to take off all the good things she wears.

She also saw the two brothers-in-law, who were illiterate, vulgar and despicable, in short, very unbearable. If it was before, how could such a person be married to her family?

But now it is not what it used to be, and her sisters have also become authentic village women, and there is nothing to pick up.

That time when she went back, the fire of missing relatives in Wei Jiayan's heart was crumbling, and it was replaced by endless panic and firmness after panic.

She doesn't want to, she definitely doesn't want to be like the eldest sister and the younger sister.

Seeing that she was trembling a little, Mama Zhuang took a cloak and put it on her, patted her on the shoulder, and continued to go down.

"Where can a place like Kanbei be better than Lingnan? I heard that he also grew up in the countryside, in a poor rural area, what kind of brilliant person can he raise?

The old slave also came out of the countryside, a girl from the countryside, who wants to read and write? There are no doors, and women's red knitting may not be.

That mother's died early, and there was no elder around to teach, so I couldn't get on the stage, how could I compare with you, Miss?

Although you are affected by your parents, you have been cut off from that side for seven or eight years, and you will not move around in the future. Don't forget, behind you is the Hanchang Hou Mansion, who doesn't know that you were raised in our Hou Mansion?

Madame treats you attentively, and the family may be affected by Huai'an, and it will not be too high, but it will never be worse than that. ”

After all, she was brought up by herself, and Mama Zhuang knew Wei Jiayan's mind best, and she also knew how to explain it best.

Ji Yu's image has always been vague in Wei Jiayan's mind before, and after hearing these words, Ji Yu actually overlapped with the image of the eldest sister and younger sister.

Yes, it is a peony flower, which has been raised in the mud for many years, but I am afraid of ...... The environment creates people, and the environment can mislead people the most, and no one understands this truth better than her.

Wei Jiayan breathed a long sigh of relief, and her tightly locked brows finally loosened a little.

"Mama, I heard that a country girl is going to be promised at the age of thirteen or fourteen, do you think she will ......?"

Mama Zhuang suddenly smiled.

"Miss, you are seventeen this year, if the old slave remembers correctly, Miss's sister is two years younger than Miss, but in a place like Huai'an, she is already an old girl, right? Isn't she married too? Now we have two children.

Kanbei, I want to come...... It's only us in the capital, I don't mind keeping the girl for a few more years, pick carefully, choose slowly, don't you say? ”

Wei Jiayan's brows expanded completely, and she finally smiled.

"What do you think of my forehead? Will my aunt like it? ”

"As long as it's embroidered by the lady, the lady will like it......"

While the two were talking, a maid hurriedly lifted the curtain and walked in: "Miss, it's here!" ”

Who arrived, it goes without saying.

Wei Jiayan put down the work in her hand, got up and straightened her dress.

"Now that it's here, let's go and greet it."

The capital is as imagined.

Siqu and eight streets, shops are lined up one after another; Eight streets and nine mo, cars and horses are endless; Vendors, pedestrians, bustling and beautiful scenery – everything is shocking and magnificent, especially for people like them who are new to Beijing.

Ji Yu could hear the exclamation of Xiaoqu across the carriage, and she felt fresh. I've been to the Forbidden City and watched costume dramas, but it's still different to be truly immersed in the scene - the bustling street market and the prosperity of the people directly compare all the towns she saw along the way, including Yeyang, to the mud.

As the national capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the capital also reflects a strict hierarchy in the regional division, specifically "the east is rich and the west is rich, and the south is mixed with the king of the north".

As the name suggests, most of the dignitaries lived in the eastern city, and their chariots and horses did always go eastward.

Ji Yu lifted the curtain of the car halfway to take a look, and most of the courtyards along the way were deep houses, and the further east she went, the more secluded she became.

I haven't rested well in the past few days, and I lost interest after watching it for a while.

She had just lowered the curtain when the carriage in front of her suddenly stopped.

"Second brother!"

Jing Mingzhu lifted the curtain and beckoned outside.

"Second brother is here to pick me up?"

Directly in front, a man in a beautiful blue brocade dress with a comfortable eyebrow was riding on a tall horse, looking at her helplessly.

"Your letter arrived a few days ago, knowing that you are still home today, my mother is not at ease, so I have to come to meet you, who expected to bump into it as soon as I went out, and ran in vain."

"Why did you run away in vain, it's a heart. By the way, I'll introduce you to ......."

Jing Mingzhu suddenly remembered that Ji Yu had just entered Beijing, her identity was undecided, and the situation was unclear, so it was not appropriate to be too publicistic for the time being. Besides, if they are unmarried and unmarried, it is not appropriate to introduce them on the street like this.

"Wait, I just met a friend, tell her."

Jing Mingzhu was helped out of the car, walked back to Ji Yu's car, and knocked on the wall of the car.

"Let's not go on the same street, we'll go separately later, I'll go to the house to find you another day, or invite you to come over to the house to play, you are not allowed to refuse."

Ji Yu had already heard the truth inside, and knew that she had someone to pick her up, so she didn't look much when she lifted the curtain, but just smiled at Jing Mingzhu.

"Okay."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Jing Mingzhu happily returned to his carriage, and then the carriage started.

Jing Ming's sorrowful gaze was withdrawn from the curtain that had fallen, and he turned his horse's head to keep up with his sister.