Zheng Qingyi didn't know this.

Sitting at the front of the dresser, Wan Ting and Zhishuang are applying powder to the left and right to draw their eyebrows.

Looking at the four jewelry boxes full of them, she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

These are all the things she asked Meng Zhipei for these days.

He picked out a white jade bracelet from the box and put it on his wrist.

After looking at it for a while, she felt that it was too plain, and it did not match her dress with a red embroidered begonia sprinkled with gold powder, and then she changed to a bracelet with red gold silk beads, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Glimpsing the two of them in the mirror, he said coldly: "Today is a big day for me to show my face, be careful, otherwise, I will peel your skin." ”

Since Zheng Qingyi hit two and two times, Wan Ting and Zhishuang were a little afraid of her, and nodded awe-inspiring when they heard the words, cheering up the spirit of twelve points.

Half an hour later, Zheng Qingyi stood in front of people with a wealth and dignity.

In the face of everyone's scrutiny, she raised her chin nobly, and glanced around with her eyebrows.

As the main host of the banquet, she carefully prepared not only clothes, but also speeches.

When everyone's eyes were focused on her, she was full of ambition, bowed her head slightly, and opened her mouth to speak, but her collar tightened, and a strong force behind her dragged her out.

Zheng Qingyi was shocked, creating a state of grace and wealth, and when she hurriedly retreated, she fell off one of her shoes, she was angry and shocked: "Who is it!" ”

No one responded to her.

All the way to the side courtyard, Song's mother slammed it hard and pushed Zheng Qingyi away.

Only then did Zheng Qingyi know who was behind the blame, and gritted her teeth and scolded: "You damn mother-in-law, you dare to commit a crime, see if I don't kill you!" As he spoke, he pulled out the golden hairpin on his head and was about to pierce Mother Song.

Mother Song has been in the Hou Mansion for most of her life, how can she fold it in the hands of an aunt who can't get on the table?

The eyes are fast, and the arm is blocked, and the backhand is a slap.

Zheng Qingyi was knocked to the ground, stunned and shocked.

Mother Song walked up to Zheng Qingyi, looked at her condescendingly, and snorted coldly: "Aunt Zheng is so bold, you dare to be presumptuous on such an occasion?" Don't look at whether it's enough or not! ”

Jiang Lingran is not in the house, and the person who is most qualified to come forward to entertain is Mrs. Lao Hou.

And at this time, Zheng Qingyi secretly ran out and was seen by uninformed people, who must have mistakenly thought that she had been able to exercise the rights of the hostess?

There is already a lot of rhetoric in the capital about Meng Zhipei's promotion of Zheng Qingyi, and if this is spread again, it will be even worse!

Zheng Qingyi covered her face and stood up.

His eyes were sharp and he did not flinch and looked at Song's mother.

Her chest rose and fell violently, she suppressed the waves of anger, grinded her teeth and said fiercely: "This banquet is held for me, why can't I participate?" ”

"On the contrary, it's you, relying on the favor of Mrs. Hou, who dares to bully the master!"

"I will definitely tell Master Hou!"

Mother Song was not afraid at all, and laughed sarcastically: "Do you really think you are an aunt?" The cheap goods who don't measure themselves! After saying that, he spat on the ground.

Houmen is like the sea! Zheng Qingyi knew that her status was low, and she also knew that if she entered the Hou Mansion, she would inevitably encounter situations such as being praised and stepped on low, being bullied and treated slowly.

If she blindly retreats, she will definitely get more inhumane oppression, so she was ready to fight back strongly.

Listening to Mother Song's insults, she pounced on her with one arrow step.

Song's mother was unguarded and was pounced.

The two of them rolled into a ball.

Zheng Qingyi took advantage of the surprise and successfully suppressed Song's mother.

There was revenge, and he greeted Song's mother with both hands without leaving any room, and he didn't stop talking, returning all the unpleasant words he had just gotten.

Mother Song has never suffered such a loss in her life for most of her life, and she gritted her teeth angrily!

One turned over and flipped the person down, picked up the golden hairpin on the ground and stabbed her on the arm, and after a few hits, Zheng Qingyi cried in pain.

Mother Song felt relieved.

was afraid that she was pregnant, and Meng Zhipei couldn't leave her at night, and he didn't dare to go too far.

Zheng Qingyi is not the master of losses, seeing that she is invincible by force, she immediately covered her stomach and wailed: "My stomach... Go find Mrs. Hou, her golden grandson is going to be beaten to death by this vicious mother-in-law... ”

Mother Song sneered for a while and started chatting in front of her.

Although she moved, she avoided Zheng Qingyi's stomach, and it was her who prevented it.

Besides, Meng Zhipei tossed night and night, and the fetus was fine, so it can be seen that he was sitting firmly.

"Wan Ting, ask Aunt Zheng for a doctor!" As he spoke, he stroked his slightly messy bun, and said slowly: "Aunt Zheng is not happy, so I will persuade Hou Ye to sleep elsewhere in the past two days." ”

This is really a fight between the gods, and the little ghost suffers! Wan Ting and Zhishuang responded in fear.

In the past few days, Zheng Qingyi's relationship with those few rooms has been like a needle to Maimang, and it has not stopped for a day.

But if it is really discussed, it is Zheng Qingyi who has the upper hand.

If this is locked up for a few days, how many rooms will not be turned over? If Zheng Qingyi eats the fruits of defeat, isn't it still the one who suffers in their room?

Wan Ting and Zhishuang were full of bitterness, looked at each other, and almost cried.

Zheng Qingyi didn't expect Mother Song to use this trick, and she jumped up and was about to fight again.

When Wan Ting and Zhishuang saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward to stop them and persuaded: "Auntie, your body is important, don't move the fetus." ”

Zheng Qingyi roared: "Let me go!" ”

Wan Ting and Zhishuang didn't dare to look at each other, but they didn't dare to let her go and let her beat Song's mother, so they had to lower their heads.

Zheng Qingyi trembled angrily, gritted his teeth and scolded: "Okay, I actually raised two things to eat inside and out!" ”

Mother Song walked up to her with a cool smile, raised her hand and patted her face a few times: "Today is busy, I will go to the Xuanyue Pavilion to listen to my aunt's lesson another day." After saying that, he gritted his teeth and slapped him hard, and walked away.

Here, with the departure of Mother Song and Zheng Qingyi, the quiet courtyard became noisy like boiling water.

Everyone turned their heads to each other, guessing the identity of the woman in gorgeous clothes.

A smart one sent his maid to inquire about the maid of the Pingsu Marquis Mansion, who was waiting for tea and snacks in the courtyard, and learned that it was Zheng Qingyi.

The news spread, and no one watched the play anymore, discussing the Coke matter of the Hou Mansion.

Although Meng Zhipei did not agree to hold this banquet, as the host, he had to come forward and go through the motions.

In the main position, he smiled clearly, raised his glass from afar, and said a few words in a harmonious voice, which was echoed by everyone, and he drank the wine with satisfaction.

Ben had the idea of leaving after three rounds of drinking, but as soon as the second glass of wine was served, there was a commotion outside.

Meng Zhipei frowned and glanced at Wang Lu on the side.

Wang Lu nodded knowingly, and was about to go out to see the situation, but saw a tall and sturdy man striding in.

This man was dressed in a royal blue brocade with arrow sleeves, a dark complexion, a scruffy beard, and a very unkempt and sloppy appearance at first glance.