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When she went to Heyuan Province the next day after the spring return, the old lady did not "cherish" this opportunity to drink in front of the stick, and only sent Mama Su to come to socialize, Mama Su seemed to have no obvious difference from the previous attitude, and also abided by the etiquette of being a slave, and also showed a bit of the extraordinary posture of the "first slave" of the Taishi Mansion, always in humility and pride, contradictory but seemingly appropriate words and deeds.

After saluting, he smiled slightly: "The old lady has been a little tired recently, and she has no energy to talk and laugh with the ladies and grandmothers, and specially explained to the old slave to tell the grandmother, this season is cold, in order to avoid the grandmother taking this trip in the morning and evening, simply avoid the morning and dusk of the grandmother, the uncle is busy with official business, the grandmother only needs to take care of the uncle's food and clothing, if it is because of the wind and cold when coming and going, but the uncle is tired and distracted, and the old lady should blame herself for not being kind enough and dragging down the younger generations." ”

It is a good thing to avoid the morning and dusk, but these words are really meaningful, and the spring return looks inside the house, Mrs. Peng is the leader, the third lady, the fourth lady is even with the time and Lan Xin, but she has become the object of the old lady's lack of spirit to talk and laugh, and she enjoys "privileges" alone, which is nakedly disliked, and may be charged with arrogance and unfilial piety at any time.

However, compared with these hidden dangers, it is really very attractive for spring to return in the morning and evening.

She first paid attention to the old lady's body, and put forward the opinion of improving the imperial doctor or Qiao Zhuang to come to the pulse diagnosis, and sure enough, she was shirked by Mama Su like playing Tai Chi, so she looked embarrassed: "I can't disturb the old lady's tranquility, but several uncles and sisters have braved the cold to insist on the province, how can I be lazy?" ”

As soon as Mama Su was about to speak, the third lady opened her mouth first: "Your second aunt and a few of us are in charge of so many affairs in the inner house, and sometimes it is inevitable that there are things that cannot be decided by the old lady and the old lady has to disturb the quiet. The eldest sister is a girl's family, and they can't stay in the boudoir for a long time, taking advantage of the feeling of filial piety when they are at home, the old lady can naturally understand, Brother Ting's daughter-in-law will have the opportunity to be filial in the future, and the old lady is worried about Brother Ting's shoulders of official affairs and clan affairs, so doesn't she need Brother Ting's daughter-in-law to share more? If you don't accept the kindness of the old lady, you will be unfilial. ”

With the "assistance" of the third lady, of course, Chungui no longer insisted.

She went to Sergeant Ruan's place to listen to the lecture as usual that day, and took a nap in a little confusion at noon, and then went to the inner kitchen to wash her hands and make soup, planning to take care of Uncle Zhao's food, clothing and daily life sincerely.

Lan Ting couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he looked at the stew in front of him, and asked with a smile: "What is the meaning of this stew today?" ”

Since there is no "supervision" of Mama Fei in the garden, Chun Gui is no longer taboo to sit and eat with Lan Ting, she tasted a mouthful of fresh soup and smiled: "What can be the meaning, in order to nourish and nourish the face." ”

"But today I suffered another loss in the garden of hesitation?" Although Lan Ting couldn't see a little depression in Chungui's expression, he also knew that his grandmother would not forgive Chungui's "mistakes", and without him by his side, his anger must be vented.

"I didn't eat at all, and I was idle from then on." Chungui put down the spoon and told him about his experience in the morning: "Maybe I didn't agree to find a job for the eldest master and the sixth master of the Jiang family."

Because of this, the old lady didn't care that I didn't obey the wishes of the Marquis of Anlu and Concubine Hui to lay down in the palace, and first made a note of the difficulties and harsh reprimands. ”

Lan Ting was not as optimistic as Chungui, and frowned: "An Luhou has been in close contact with Cao Anzu recently, and he called the second uncle to the Jiang family several times, but he is cautious, my people haven't been able to inquire about the specific conspiracy for a while, but I can guess that it is nothing more than planning to attack the grandson to seize the prince, and I should have also told the old lady not to make any mistakes at this juncture, but what I am worried about is that the second uncle is afraid that he will also take advantage of this opportunity to act, in short, Huihui can't relax his vigilance." ”

He didn't say much about those guilty words, and he and Chungui would share the honor and disgrace of life and death in the future, and Lan Ting also knew that this time of caution would not be too long, and most of them would stay until the spring of the eleventh year of Hongfu returned to the earth, at least Concubine Hui was no longer a threat at all.

As for the old lady in the family, Lan Ting privately thought that her grandmother had never been a threat.

The nourishing and nourishing silver silk crucian carp soup was drunk by the husband and wife in two, and Lan Ting proposed to have a few more drinks, because it was a dark and windy night, the husband and wife did not go to the Langyu Pavilion to eat cold, but laughed and talked about warm wine in the warm pavilion, and talked about some topics far from utilitarian schemes.

But Chun Hui couldn't help but say one more thing.

"I was still young at the time, about five years old, once my father led me and my brother to the market to listen to the commentary, the place where the story was told was actually a big yard with a pergola, in addition to the peddlers selling melons and fruits and tea, there were also painters who painted portraits there to solicit business, the painter walked away for some reason, and my brother looked at the sketch on the face of the painting with a good girl, and quietly picked it up and put it in his arms, and only showed me it after returning home, saying that it was a portrait of his daughter-in-law."

"Huh?" Lan Ting let out an exclamation.

"My brother kept the portrait private for a long time, and whenever he had free time, he took it out to appreciate it, and finally was discovered by the seventh aunt, who felt that his brother was too young to learn well, so he threw the portrait, and my brother cried to Daddy, saying that his daughter-in-law was gone, and I also helped him go around to find the portrait." Chun Gui laughed while talking and almost didn't choke on the wine, and sighed at the end: "My brother's son is not tall enough to eat at the dinner table, just like Mo Wen, he looks forward to marrying his daughter-in-law, and then with the official enlightenment, he refuses to mention this mess when he was young, and his brother sent a letter to the capital, and never mentioned how he thinks about marriage now, I just chased him and asked him, and he replied that he only said that he would first take fame and talk about marriage, and he refused to disclose his thoughts at all, could it be that I really look at the future sister-in-law compared to the portrait of the year?" ”

Lan Ting knew that Chungui was not anxious about the eldest brother's marriage - his mother-in-law had passed away for less than three years, and the eldest brother had never been able to talk about marriage in addition to his service, and Chungui was nothing more than thinking about his brother's long-term stay in Fenyang, although there were still seven uncles and seven aunts to take care of him, but Gu Seventh Uncle did not take the official path, neither knowledge nor contacts could not give the eldest brother more help.

Lan Ting originally prepared a surprise for Chun Gui, and deliberately concealed it without revealing it at all, but at this time, he couldn't help it.

"When the emperor bestowed Wenxun, I also asked for a grace, the emperor has promised to pardon Huihui's grandfather from exile to Jin, I think my grandfather has been in Fenyang

Without the rest of the relatives and friends, it is better to settle down in Beijing temporarily, and it is also convenient for Huihui to meet and interact with his relatives and relatives, I did not discuss this matter with Huihui first, and I have already instructed Brother An Shi to go to Tieling to greet him, but the capital is far away from Liaobei, and I am afraid that this time I will have to delay for a long time. ”

When he heard that his grandfather's family had been pardoned, he was so surprised that his eyes couldn't help but redden.

"I've never seen my grandfather and uncles, but I heard my grandmother mention that my grandfather was degraded to the bitter cold land of Tieling because of his sins, and my grandmother was not in good health, so she died of illness on the way...... A-Niang has also cut off from her grandfather's family, and for so many years, even I don't know if my grandfather is safe. ”

Lan Ting hurriedly comforted: "If any degraded official dies in the place of exile, it will be reported to the imperial court, I have asked someone to look at the records of these years, and there is no obituary of my grandfather, my grandfather should be alive." ”

"I have to pay a good respect, thank you for not asking for mercy for my grandfather, my grandfather's family can be forgiven, I really ......" Chungui suddenly didn't know how to express his gratitude, and before he finished speaking, he was in a hurry to drink a full glass of wine.

Lan Ting covered his hand, took away the trembling wine glass of Chungui, and drank it all by himself: "Huihui's amount of wine, I'm afraid I have to go to the night garden again after drinking this glass of wine, and this season is getting more and more cold, it is not appropriate to indulge Huihui in drunkenness, thank you I took it, and the way has to be changed." ”

"When did I ever go drunk?" Chungui asked cautiously.

She really doesn't remember such a mess as a drunken night trip to the garden.

"During the Chung Yeung Festival."

Lan Ting couldn't help laughing, and simply took Chungui's hand, pulled her to leave the warm pavilion for the time being, and didn't let Mei jealous and other maids follow, and after going to the study, he first lit the lamp in the dark, and then opened a standing cabinet against the wall in the inner room, and took out a painting manuscript that had been bound into a book.

In the inner room of this study, there is still a bed when Uncle Zhao worked hard, because the spring return occasionally comes to the study to read, and the bed loves to lean crookedly, so even the bedding is still thick and warm, and the two of them sat on the edge of the bed at this time, and looked at the album by the light of a lone lamp.

All of them are young women, happy or angry, angry or quiet, and Chungui looks like she is facing a mirror.

Lan Ting's hand stopped on a painting page, smiling without saying a word.

The woman on the painting is slightly red, drunken and confused, her hand is pointing upward, echoing a heavy golden cinnamon sticking out of the wall with the moon shadow, the woman is in the water pavilion, one knee kneeling on the "flying chair", the fingertips and face are facing the opposite direction, the look is coquettish and resolute, only one hand is slightly holding the durian long skirt, and the skirt is also hanging a blue ear from nowhere.

"This is the day of Chongyang, if you don't pay attention to indulging in the lady to drink a few more glasses, it's just a night tour of the garden, and I also pointed to the Jin Guifei who came from Xu Ge's hometown and asked me to climb for you, saying that it is someone else's osmanthus wine is more mellow."

Spring Return: ......

Listening to it, he drank too much, and he swam to the junction with the neighbor next door at night, and tried to instigate Uncle Zhao to be a flower thief.

Chungui couldn't help but hide his face and sighed: "This kind of trouble, it's rare that the uncle has painted it." ”

"Isn't it a pity not to be in the painting?"

Lan Ting quietly put the album aside, broke the palm that covered his face, and tasted the lively person with his lips and tongue.