The daughter's family is certainly like this, but the help is not the frivolous and frivolous person, since he admonishes himself to restrain his thoughts, he will never show it in front of others.

The next morning, goodbye Cuizhu and a few people, everyone returned to the spirit and jokes of the past, last night the housekeeper said that nothing happened, as if there was magic, Qingqiu Pavilion forgot everything.

On weekdays, the citron can always find out what comes back, even if she doesn't ask, someone rushes up to tell her, but she hasn't even heard a word about last night.

I want to go out today, and with her are the two grandmothers left by my aunt and grandmother in the inner courtyard, Cuizhu and the others don't go, and it is clear that they said a few days ago that they would take them to go shopping, and suddenly this one is uncomfortable, and that one also hurts.

The master and servant knew in their hearts that they must have something important to explain, and the two grandmothers were from the inner courtyard, so they had nothing to do with these rights and wrongs, and they didn't ask questions easily.

Walking around the streets and alleys of the market in the morning, the population in the capital is more lively than Kishu, but after all, Kishu is the birthplace of the heavenly family, even if it sticks to the border, the landform and climate are limited, and it has been a rich and rich land for more than 300 years under the grace of several generations of emperors.

Fuyi, a native of Kishu, came to the capital, and there was no novelty in the prosperity in his eyes, even the citron chewed the sugar gourd and frowned and said, "Miss, why is this sugar not sweet?" ”

The two grandmothers are very charitable, leading Fuyi to the silk village to pick up fabrics, to worship the gods in the City God Temple, and to the most famous restaurant in the capital to eat a meal that is different from the house, saying that the old lady promised silver before going out, and even the money bag was not called Fuyi to touch it.

Although the sugar gourds on the street were not sweet, the food in the restaurant made their index fingers move, and the citron ate it with a round belly, and when she climbed into the carriage, she said to the coachman, "Uncle, you can slow down, or I will vomit." ”

The group joked and returned in the afternoon, Qingqiu Pavilion was still the same as before, and everyone was silent about last night's events.

Fuyi didn't dare to inquire, and didn't want to inquire, the big family that has been inherited for hundreds of years, there are always some things that outsiders can't see, but she, an outsider, has to live for a year, and the most important thing is not to cause trouble and offend people in the future.

At this hour, in the manor of the Zhu family outside Beijing, a play was set up on the stage, and the sacrifices were all in place, and the family had to be happy for two days before returning to the city.

As the head of the house, most of these things have passed from her, and the women in the clan all flatter her, and everywhere in the manor, you can see the eldest lady surrounded by a group of concubines and daughters-in-law.

At this moment, everyone watched the play, and the old lady was tired after watching two plays, everyone got up to send them off, and the old lady told them not to move, and she left with her eldest granddaughter-in-law and little great-grandchildren.

Yang Shifang sat down, and Mother Wang brought her tea, and took the opportunity to say in her ear: "The news from the third prince Kuaima sent people, those bastards, and I didn't look at ...... well."

The eldest lady took the teacup, her face was not shocked, the tea in the cup was hot, but the words in her mouth were as cold as ice: "Which one is derelict in his duty, which one is killed, and the useless slave can't keep it at home." ”

Wang's mother didn't dare to ask more, so she answered and retreated.

The sound of gongs and drums on the stage, the laughter off the stage was endless, and in the excitement, only Zhu Yunzhi's expression was gloomy, and the excitement in her eyes had nothing to do with her.

The third girl came to her with a paper kite in her hand: "Second sister, let's fly a kite, this scene is not good, it is not as interesting as Sister Yan's storytelling, and it is boring to sit." ”

The cousins in the clan also gathered around and asked, "Which sister Yan?" ”