Chapter Eighty-Seven: Dew

Qing Yinglian was very surprised by Qing Anzai's arrival, she thought that Qing An Zai would lie in bed for a few days, so she came to the old lady's room every day these days, just to say a few more bad things about Qing Anzai, but now she hasn't done it well on the old lady's side, and Qing An is already well!

Qing Yinglian's face suddenly turned unsightly, and she said to Qing An under the seat: "I don't know what the third sister is doing, it's late to ask my grandmother?" ”

Qing An jumped in the center of her eyebrows, her black eyes swept over everyone present, and finally lowered her head and sneered, it seems that this Qing Ying is still dishonest!

Qing'an raised her head again at this moment, she had already adjusted her emotions: "Please don't blame grandmother, An An passed by the garden on the way here just now, and saw that the flowers in the yard were blooming just right, so she delayed some time." ”

"The third sister is in a good mood, this is because of the flowers and delayed the time to greet the grandmother, is it a little unruly?" Qing Ying said aggressively.

Qing An frowned, this Qing should be pitiful, she hasn't looked for her yet, she came to the door by herself!

"Ruri, bring me what I brought." As soon as Qing Anzai's words fell, Liuli held the tray and walked steadily to Qing Anzai and everyone.

Qing An glanced around, and she reached out to lift the red satin covering the tray, revealing a white jade porcelain vase.

"What is this?" Qing Yinglian asked.

"Back to my grandmother and second sister, I got up this morning and saw that the flowers in the yard were blooming just right, so I collected some dew as soon as possible, and then sent it to my grandmother, I heard that dew is excellent for tea." Qing An said with a smile.

Qing Buli, who had not spoken on the side, looked at Qing An like this, and asked: "It's summer now, if you go to collect dew, it will be very early, third sister, your body is not well, why don't you pay attention to your body so much?" ”

Qing An heard this, her eyes rolled, she looked at Qing Buli and smiled: "Let the eldest sister worry, I also heard yesterday that my grandmother was unwell, so I got up today and collected dew for my grandmother and sent it." ”

"Oh?" When Mrs. Qing heard Qing Anzai's words, her face was also very satisfied, she looked at Qing Anzai, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke, "Take it and I'll take a look." ”

Qing An took the tray from Liuli's hand and personally delivered it to Mrs. Qing.

Mrs. Qing's face was very happy, she followed Qing An's movements, put the porcelain bottle in front of her, and when she just opened the cork, a clean and pure smell came out.

The smell was so good that everyone present felt a shock just by smelling it.

Old Madam Qing closed the lid, raised her eyebrows, her face became more and more satisfied, she asked in a little surprise, "What is this, it smells so good?" ”

"Back to my grandmother, these days in the room to recuperate, nothing happened, I learned some ways to make incense, the book said that this fragrance can make people relax, I thought that my grandmother was unwell, so I transferred some and sent it over, so that my grandmother smiled." Qing An blessed his body and replied.

When Mrs. Qing heard this, her fingers paused slightly, she looked up at Qing An for a while, and then said, "You have a heart." ”

Qing Yinglian sat aside and looked at Mrs. Qing's satisfied smile, her face became more and more unsightly, she didn't expect that Qing Anzai would be able to make fragrances.

"The third sister is really really, she secretly studied art behind our backs." Qing Yinglian didn't know what to say at the moment, so she had to make a joke.

"Okay, pity, you should also learn more things, such a big person, nothing can be returned?" Old Madam Qing looked at Qing Yinglian and said.

Qing Yinglian was suddenly dumbfounded, she stared at Qing An viciously for a while, and then nodded reluctantly.

"Third Miss, this porcelain vase looks good," the atmosphere was really a little awkward, Murong Shi thought about it, and swept his eyes over the porcelain vase on the table, "It looks like your mother's dowry item." ”

"Mother's discernment, what you said is right," Qing'an had a reluctant smile on her face, although she was talking, her voice was a little choked, and even her eyes were red, this appearance made people feel more and more pity, "This is indeed my mother's stay." ”

When everyone heard this, their faces changed, and after everyone's eyes glanced between Qing An and Old Lady Qing for a while, Murong Shi suddenly said, "Well, the things left by your mother are very exquisite, and I was very envious of your mother at that time." ”

Hearing this, Qing An looked up at Murong Shi, and responded: "Mother said that she was laughing, I just saw my mother's things when I was packing up my things, but they looked good, so I took them out and used them." ”

"A deceased aunt, it's always bad luck to take things out, third sister, you're out of order." Qing Yinglian stood up and took a step back, a look of disdain on her face.

Qing An sneered in her heart, she raised her eyebrows, looked at Qing Yinglian and said: "I heard that my mother loved plum blossoms the most when she was alive, so there are plum blossom carvings on this jewelry." ”

Qing Yinglian heard this, her face suddenly stiffened, she stared at Qing An's innocent smiling face, and somehow the bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

When Murong Shi heard this, he frowned slightly and thought: "When you say this, I remembered that all your mother's jewelry objects were carved with plum blossoms, and I thought it was novel at that time!" ”

Qing An nodded, her eyes rolled and she looked at the maid behind Qing Yinglian: "The second sister is wearing on the head of this maid, but I am surprised, I look at it, but it is two points similar to my biological mother's jewelry!" ”

As soon as Qing Anzai's words fell, everyone immediately followed Qing Anzai's gaze to look at the trembling maid behind Qing Yinglian.

The maid was still arrogant, the jewelry on her head was given by Aunt Zheng a few days ago, she hadn't brought it a few times, and at this moment, when Qing An said this in front of everyone, her face turned pale, and she fell to the ground with a plop.

Old Madam Qing and Murong Shi's faces are even more unsightly, in this era, even if the husband's family is poor, it is a shame to reward the subordinates with the dowry of the concubine, not to mention that they are the dignified Prime Minister's Mansion.

Mrs. Qing's face was already very ugly, Qing Yinglian suddenly sweated a little, Zheng Xinru was still confined, if something happened, she would be responsible.

Old Mrs. Qing turned her head to look at Qing Anzai, but found that Qing An had tears in the corners of her eyes, her fingers trembling slightly, she took a deep breath, her face was full of grief.