Chapter Eighty-Five: Wine and Banquet (Second Watch)
Listening to Qi's impatient words, Yuru bit her lip, and a wave of grievance appeared in her heart.
She accused the second lady with a clear conscience, but Mrs. She... At most, he lost the favor of his master, and he didn't lose half a piece of meat!
The five girls are also filial and often come to Jinhua Courtyard to send soup and tonic to the second lady. And on weekdays, what the second lady wants to eat, as soon as she speaks, it is not the same as before, everything must be followed by her first!
But what about her Yuru, at that time, the life of her family was in the hands of that person, how could she not follow the instructions?
Yuru's tears were already rolling in her eyes, and her lower lip had been bitten out by her. She remembered the dark life after being escorted by the forbidden army before, and what her mother said yesterday, "Ruru, your brother is going to get married, you have to ...... fifty taels"
Where did she get the money?!
Since she was released, the second lady has been talking about eating crispy meat, but now the seat of Jinhua Courtyard has plummeted, and if she mentions it to her mother in the kitchen.
She was about to say, "Tell the second lady to wait for the time being, the old lady is still waiting for this meat to be cooked in the pot!" ”
No matter what, she always has a way to refuse you, Yuru had to give her her two taels of silver, in exchange for the crispy meat that the Qi family has to eat every day......
Thinking of this, Yuru only felt that her grief and grievances were about to overflow, she wiped away the tears in her eyes, and walked out.
She couldn't help but think hatefully, today is the day when the grandfather and several masters return home, since you don't let me say it, then I won't say it!
Yuru slammed the curtain and slammed the door.
Qi Shi naturally heard it clearly, and her tears welled up all of a sudden, her fingertips slashing her palms.
What happened to her life?
The husband is not in pain, the daughter is not close, and even a maid who is low to the dust can throw away the door when she is angry.
When Jing Guogong and his entourage returned to the mansion, it was already late, but the ladies in the mansion had not yet eaten, and they had already received news from the palace.
He said that everyone was coming back tonight.
How can this make them eat and sit?
Before it got dark, Mrs. Qiao led the Zhou family and the Qu family and waited at the door, until she looked forward to it for half an hour, but there was no one to see.
After all, Old Madam Qiao was old, and she really couldn't stand it, so Qu proposed to let her go back to rest first, and as soon as the people came back, they would send someone to send news to Jingyuantang.
Then the night rose, and there was a thin rain in the air, Zhou's eyebrows were stretched, she closed her eyes and was still chanting Buddhist words in a low voice, and Qiao Mei also smiled on her lips.
What she is looking forward to most in this life is the well-being of her parents.
In the distance, there was the neighing of horses, and the rolling of wheels, even if there were people who did not shout, "Here we are!" Qiao Mei could also see the person who came in the vast twilight.
The most excited is the youngest Brother Qi.
These days, he was taken by Aunt Xu, and he was instilled with a lot of words such as "I want to miss your father" and "your father is the sky", so as soon as a few people got off the carriage, he pounced.
Calling dad one after another.
The second master was hit by him and took a few steps backwards, but he was not angry, but his eyes were red, and he touched Brother Qi'er's head and said, "Good, good boy." ”
I haven't seen you for many days, and it's such a critical juncture, and if you escape from death, you are naturally easy to be moved.
Aunt Xu smiled with satisfaction.
She gave birth to the only heir in the second room, as long as she uses Brother Qi to control the master, when the Qi family dies, is she still worried that she can't be corrected?
Here, although the Zhou family was also overjoyed, he was very forbearing, and even Qiao Mei just stepped forward and called "Daddy".
If they have anything to say about their family, they have to wait until they come in private.
Everyone returned to the hall, and the maids quickly brought the food, which was prepared early and warmed in the pot.
When Mrs. Qiao was helped out by Mama Zhao, her old eyes were already teary, and the brothers of Jing Guogong called her mournfully.
For a time, the hall was full of warmth.
It was already late, and under the instruction of Mrs. Qiao, everyone moved their chopsticks. Only the second master swept around suspiciously, and then asked, "Where did the Qi family go?" ”
As soon as he said this, standing beside Mrs. Qiao, Aunt Xu, who was serving her vegetables, had a stiff face, and her hand holding the chopsticks couldn't help but clench.
Where is she not as good as the jealous woman of the Qi family? There are so many people, but I can only see that she is not there!
Before Aunt Xu could calm down and add fuel and vinegar, she saw Qiao Meng put down her chopsticks and explained unhurriedly, "Dad, don't blame your mother, it's your mother these days... My body is getting worse and worse, so I can't get out of bed. ”
When her words fell, Old Madam Qiao snorted heavily.
She didn't like Qi Shi.
Yesterday, she also had a high fever, how could she get up as an old woman, this is obviously angry with her second son!
Is this still worth it? The more accustomed you get, the more restless your house becomes!
Thinking about it, the bowl in Mrs. Qiao's hand was put down with a "snap", and she said with a serious face, "What's wrong with it?" I don't think I'm waiting to see anyone! ”
The second master was still a little distressed about the Qi family, and planned to go to Jinhua Courtyard to see her after dinner, but after listening to Mrs. Qiao's words, he suddenly remembered all kinds of Qi family in the past.
His heart hardened again, and he became more and more displeased with Qi's family. Anyway, they are also husband and wife, he returned from such a catastrophe, she is still thinking about the past, he hasn't blamed the Qi family for being vicious!
Qiao Meng hurriedly waved his hand, "Grandmother, Dad, you really misunderstood......"
What she says, where can others still listen to it. Qiao Yu also looked at her like a fool, the Qi family has ignored Qiao Meng since she was a child, and when she grew up, she treated Qiao Meng well, not as much as Brother Qi.
Qiao Yu couldn't understand, such a mother, how could the fifth sister still defend her? If it were her, it would be good if she didn't fall into the well......
She couldn't help but say, "Fifth sister, second aunt, she ......"
Qu Shi stretched out his hand and squeezed it heavily.
Qiao Yu immediately closed his mouth.
Qiao Meng didn't seem to notice her abrupt words, she only frowned, still with that gentle appearance, she didn't say anything more.
Such a hard-won reception banquet, how could it be because of a woman that everyone was displeased, and under Qu's round, the atmosphere was happy again.
In the end, the maid also served cinnamon brewing, and even Qiao Mei's juniors had a drink happily.
Jing Guogong's brothers drank a few things, Zhou was angry and laughing next to her, she didn't drink much on weekdays, so she didn't drink too much, so she didn't get drunk and troubled.
The aroma of wine hit people, and in the end, Mrs. Qiao couldn't help but take two sips, and as the night deepened, she couldn't stand it and went back to the room first.
Everyone dispersed one by one, especially the juniors, who had already been driven back to their respective yards by the Zhou family.
The night was as calm as water, and there was still a light rain outside, not wetting the clothes, but bringing a cold wind to blow.
Qingzhu and Qingyun were behind, holding umbrellas for them, and the wind blew the oil-paper umbrellas with weak bones to sway.
Simply, Zhou asked them to collect the umbrella.
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