Mengfu is not too far from Xiafu, and it is just noon, there are few pedestrians on the road, and half a meal will be there.

Xia Ziwu got out of the carriage with the support of Changjing, looked at the eaves and arches in front of her, and the vermilion lacquer gate, and the corners of her lips unconsciously raised. I feel that I should have been born and raised in such a big family in Zhumen, this is where I belong, and she Xia Ziwu should have been the hostess here.

The porter had vision, and as soon as he saw the carriage stop, he immediately greeted him, opened the door, and welcomed An Ran into the mansion, and then curiously and secretly looked at the arrogant Xia Ziwu.

Xia Ziwu held her head high, and put on a domineering shelf.

As soon as you return home, you should naturally go to see Mrs. Meng first, which is a courtesy.

The Meng family is simple, and Master Meng only has a wife, giving birth to Meng Jinglun and Meng Jingxian a son and a daughter, the family respects each other like guests, and is harmonious, and the subordinates are also impregnated with the style of Confucius and Mencius, and treat people politely. This is also one of the main reasons why Xia Ansheng tried his best to marry his sister Anran into the Meng family.

Mrs. Meng had already received a report from her descendants, and she couldn't figure out what the intention was to go back to her parents' house and bring back a younger sister this summer?

The two families got married, and it was reasonable for them to move around each other, but not long after the two got married, this sister lived in her sister's house in a grand manner, which is a little unruly, right?

Mrs. Meng didn't know what happened in the Xia family when she returned to the province safely last time, so she didn't think about those corners. Xia Ziwu was also politely invited in and exchanged a few words.

When Xia Ziwu came, the Xue family prepared a not light meeting gift, Xia Ziwu presented it, in front of Mrs. Meng, it was simply reborn, a different person, orderly in advance and retreat, knowledgeable, clever tongue, even An Ran couldn't help but be stunned.

An Ran is gentle and obedient on weekdays, but Mrs. Meng is satisfied when she looks at it, but there is only one thing that is unsatisfactory, that is, this temperament is too soft, submissive, and can't support the big scene.

And Xia Ziwu's performance in front of her was undoubtedly capable and transparent, and she unconsciously began to compare in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

An Ran sat aside, hooked his head, listened to Xia Ziwu's tongue complimenting Mrs. Meng like a lotus, and occasionally raised his head and smiled, naturally his heart was mixed.

However, after a few greetings, lunch was prepared in the house, and Xia Ziwu was invited to dine together.

Because the Meng family is simple, they are not like other families when they eat, they are in their own yards, and the girls go to the kitchen to take their own portions, and quietly eat their own. Instead, the family gathers in one place, although the food is silent and silent, but after the tea and dinner, there is talk and laughter, and they are happy.

At noon, most of the old man Meng stayed in the yamen of the Ministry of Rites and did not come back, only Mrs. Meng, Meng Jinglun and his wife, and An Ran's sister-in-law Meng Jingxian dined together.

Meng Jinglun came from the study, and as soon as he saw Xia Ziwu, his face immediately sank, and he glanced at An Ran reproachfully. An Ranyou looked away from his gaze and did not dare to look at him.

And Xia Ziwu finally saw Meng Jinglun who was thinking about him again, and his eyes were glued to his body, and he turned several times, full of lingering threads, so thick that he couldn't dissolve.

However, in front of Mrs. Meng, she restrained herself a little, and only called timidly: "Brother-in-law." ”

It was like adding a jar of honey to the voice.

Mrs. Meng was instructing the people on the side to entertain Xia Ziwu, and did not pay attention to the turbulent dark tide, but the sister-in-law Meng Jingxian saw the waves in her eyes, and knew it in her heart, she glanced at An Ran strangely, snorted coldly at the end of her nose, and muttered in a low voice: "The Xia family really has a set." ”

Her voice was so low that outsiders couldn't hear it, but the cold snort on the tip of her nose was heard in her heart.

This sister-in-law is also a little rude when she is pampered by Mrs. Meng, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, but her heart is not bad. She looked down on An Ran's background a little, thinking that the Xia family was begging to climb to her own house in vain, and the daughters of the Xia family were not worthy of her brother. Especially Xia Anran's wish to marry into the Meng family was indeed a little trick used by An Sheng, and after she learned about it, she became more and more disdainful.

Pingsuli didn't feel too embarrassed about An Ran, but between the lines, he was in the world, and the sensitive and careful Xia Anran could naturally see it.

She brought Xia Ziwu back to the Meng family, feeling that her thoughts were so clear that anyone could see through them. The Xia family couldn't wait to send their daughter to the door, no wonder they were looked down upon by their in-laws.

She became more and more embarrassed and smiled apologetically at Meng Jingxian.

"Sit down, feel free, you're welcome."

Mrs. Meng greeted Xia Ziwu warmly.

Xia Ziwu bent her eyebrows and smiled at Mrs. Meng: "Auntie, you don't have to be polite, I think this place is just like my own home, everywhere is cordial, and I will not be informal." ”

"That'll be fine." Mrs. Meng nodded with satisfaction: "My family Jingxian doesn't have any playmates on weekdays, one person is quite boring, and the two of you are the same age, so you must have something to say." ”

Xia Ziwu twisted her face and smiled brighter at Meng Jingxian: "I just passed this year, I don't know how old my eldest sister is?" ”

Meng Jingxian lowered her head and stirred the appetizing soup in front of her with a spoon, without raising her head: "Do I look so naïve?" ”

Xia Ziwu smiled wryly: "I just think my sister is innocent, and she looks like she is a little younger than me." ”

Meng Jingxian sneered unceremoniously: "With less scheming, women will look younger." ”

In addition to Xia Ziwu being teased in front of An Sheng, how could anyone have ever been angry with her like this? Immediately, I felt a breath wrung around my stomach.

Mrs. Meng was also a little embarrassed, and smiled and played a round: "Who can be like you, you have no heart and lungs all day long, and you can't talk like pouring beans from a bamboo tube." ”

Then he raised his chopsticks to pick up the dishes and greeted Xia Ziwu: "Taste the specialty dishes of our master in the house, which is the most exquisite Jiangnan craft." ”

Xia Ziwu hurriedly got up and picked it up with a saucer.

As soon as I got up, I felt that the breath in my stomach was instantly cleared.

"Whew!"

The sound is not big or small, like a cracked silk, thin and soft, with endless euphemism, and the people around can hear it.

Xia Ziwu's face immediately turned red, and the fire burned.

Changjing behind her hurriedly coughed lightly as a cover.

Xia Ziwu sat down in a daze, and everyone just pretended not to hear it, and bowed their heads to eat the vegetables.

After swallowing two mouthfuls of food, she felt the surging air in her abdomen, "cooing", one couldn't help it, two or three times in succession.

The sound was loud, like a broken bean, and it seemed that the rapid air flow instantly passed through the dilapidated cowhide drum surface, louder than the other, and the breath returned to the intestines.

This farting in front of others is originally rude, let alone at the dinner table, let alone a woman who has not left the cabinet, let alone the Meng family who has been handed down with the gift of Confucius and Mencius?

Xia Ziwu lost a lot of face this time, and she couldn't wait to dig a crack from the ground and get in.

The subordinates waiting behind him also looked at each other, looking at Xia Ziwu with a cold sarcasm in their eyes.

An Ran's face is naturally not good-looking, but this kind of thing can't be explained, and it is obviously embarrassing.

It seems that there is a beginning, and the others who follow are scrambling. Xia Ziwu only felt that there was a rush of anger in her stomach, and she couldn't hold it back no matter what, even if she gritted the root of her teeth, it didn't help, "Oh, oh, oh", like a chain, and her voice was dull.

Meng Jingxian threw away the chopsticks in her hand and blessed Mrs. Meng: "Mother, brother, use it slowly, I have already done it!" Full! Finish! ”

Then he glared at Xia Ziwu with disdain, and left with a dark face.

Meng Jinglun was not happy when he saw Xia Ziwu, and he was also angry with An Ran, and he also stood up: "Mother uses it slowly, and the child works hard." ”

Mrs. Meng glanced at An Ran, who blushed, and Xia Ziwu, who had purple skin, and smiled apologetically: "Suddenly I feel a little unwell, so I will rest first, you can eat slowly, don't be restrained." ”

Xia Ziwu, who was still talking about lotus flowers, said nothing at this time, only felt that there were mountains and seas in her stomach, as if there were endless waves of qi, she got up to see Mrs. Meng away, and gritted her teeth fiercely: "Where is the toilet?" ”

Xia Ziwu was embarrassed, but An Ran was not happy at all, and he was also embarrassed and embarrassed. instructed Qingtang, who was waiting on the side: "Qingtang, take the third lady to the toilet." ”

Qingtang was bowing his head and smiling sullenly on the side, secretly marveling at the power of the second lady's medicinal powder, and suddenly heard the call of his master, hurriedly collected the smugness on his face, and took Xia Ziwu straight to the toilet.