"When General Ji's wife came to Yefu with the princess Niangniang as a guest, the princess was still a female doll who was coquettish in General Ji's arms. I haven't seen it for many years, but the longer it gets, the more pleasing it becomes. ”

Mrs. Ye smiled faintly and told Ji Qingge: "It's really the eighteenth change of the female university, and the more it changes, the better it looks." This princess is as good as General Ji's wife back then. ”

After listening to the words of Yaksha's mother-in-law's praise, Ji Qingge not only did not feel happy, but felt disgusting. Her eyes were intentional or unintentional, always looking at Di Jinxuan.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a seemingly absent smile at the corner of Di Jinxuan's lips, and suddenly scolded angrily in his heart: "Emperor Creditor, laugh at you big-headed ghost?" See how I clean you up when I get back. ”

How did she know that Di Jinxuan thought she was beautiful from the bottom of her heart, so she was secretly happy.

Who would have thought that she had misunderstood?

After a short time, the maidservants of Yefu made charcoal prosperous. The lobby, which was as cold as an ice cellar before, has also become much warmer after the charcoal fire.

Before that, Di Jinxuan had always let Ji Qingge wear fox fur gloves.

When he sat down with her by the charcoal fire, he allowed her to take off her fox fur gloves. Di Jinxi and Yan Fengxing, who were sitting opposite them, looked at each other and smiled, and the smile was extraordinarily deep.

Ji Qingge only felt that his cheeks were slightly hot, and subconsciously reached out to caress his cheeks.

Her half-concealed shyness made Di Jinxuan feel as if there was a deer bumping into her heart after seeing it.

"Stand down."

Mrs. Ye said to the few maids who were shaking their fans and fanning the fire.

As soon as the maidservants reached the door, the servant Ye instructed them, "Go to the kitchen and let them prepare lunch." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, so you don't need to prepare lunch." Di Jinxi smiled gently and explained, "Go to Brother Yan's house for dinner at noon. ”

"In this way, then Ye Mou will have to entertain you another day."

A faint sadness flashed through Ye Shilang's eyes, probably realizing that his son Ye Yiyang had built an interpersonal relationship that he had managed to establish before his death. Especially the friendship established with the members of the royal family, it seems that after Ye Yiyang's death, it has faded a lot.

And he has lived to this age, and if he wants to be promoted through himself, I am afraid it will be difficult.

The shrewd Mrs. Ye and Ye Shilang looked at each other and smiled, and said knowingly: "Princess Niangniang, can the old body invite the princess to enjoy the light and get together with the old body in the private room?" ”

"Thank you, Mrs. Ye."

Ji Qingge has a hundred reluctances in his heart, unwilling to leave Di Jinxuan's side, unwilling to be alone with the Yaksha mother-in-law.

More reluctant to ...... Stay in Ye Mansion for a while.

But she was shouting to get out of the palace herself, and even coming to Yefu was also her own request.

With a hint of helplessness in her eyes, she looked at Di Jinxuan and said gently: "Husband, the concubine will go with Mrs. Ye." Come back later. ”

At the home of the relatives of the original owner Ji Qingge, she seemed to be fighting for the original owner, and she was always looking for a way to show her affection.

"Okay."

Di Jinxuan stared at her affectionately and replied.

Ji Qingge glanced at him reluctantly, followed Mrs. Ye, and walked to the private room on the right side of the hall.

In fact, entering the private room was a choice she had no choice. Because the few big men sitting in the hall wanted to talk about business, she, as a female dependent, could not help but avoid it.

Walking into the simple and elegant room, Ji Qingge and Mrs. Ye came to the red sandalwood table and sat opposite each other.

After the maidservants served the tea, she picked up the purple sand teacup and gently blew the floating tea leaves. In the fragrant smell of tea, listen to Mrs. Yaksha's mother-in-law, Mrs. Ye, tell about her early years.

It's just that the version that Mrs. Ye said is too different from the version that Yan Xiyun said. Fortunately, in Ji Qingge's mind, there were some memories of the original owner, and he didn't believe Mrs. Ye's words too much.

In the private room of the Ye family, the walls are hung with landscape paintings painted by Ye Yiyang before his death.

The rolling mountains, the clear valley and deep pool water, and the strange stones at the water's edge all attract Ji Qingge's attention.

"Mrs. Ye, what is painted on that painting, but the Lost Valley of the West Mountain?"

"Exactly, yes...... Painted by Yi Yang himself. Mrs. Ye turned her head to look at the landscape painting on the wall, her nose was sore, and she cried again.

It took a long time for Mrs. Ye to stop crying. With a miserable look, he said, "When he was very young, he could paint. This, with his father.

said that he was afraid that he would make the princess laugh, although the old man was born in a scholarly family, he only knew a few words. Poetry against things like that, that's not good at all.

But the humble husband was a famous genius in Jiangnan back then, and he gave Yiyang his life's mastery without reservation......"

As she spoke, Mrs. Ye couldn't stop crying again.

When the maidservant walked into the private room with a tray and placed the pastries, she happened to see Mrs. Ye who was crying. They put down the tray and stepped forward to comfort them.

"What is the matter with you, slave? Didn't you see the old body accompanying the honorable Princess Xiao? ”

Mrs. Ye took out a white silk handkerchief to wipe her red and swollen eyes, and said angrily.

After seeing the figures of the maidservants walking out of the private room, Mrs. Ye brought the plate with pastries to Ji Qingge's eyes, and said respectfully: "Princess Niangniang, please try it." ”

The pale pink pastry on the plate faintly reveals a fragrant aroma. Ji Qingge sniffed lightly and found that it was the fragrance of Molin grass. Then he asked, "The pastries in your house have a medicinal fragrance." ”

Mrs. Ye's phoenix eyes narrowed shallowly, and she nodded in acknowledgement.

The Princess Xiao in front of her, who looked like Yan Qingchen and Yan Xiyun, really made Mrs. Ye change some of her views. The main thing is to change her opinion of the Yan family in Yancheng.

Although Yan Qingchen's mother and daughter are also descendants of the Yan family, they don't know medical skills at all.

So much so that as soon as Yan Qingchen was sick, he thought of taking Molin grass. And that herb is extremely hard to find.

"The contradiction between the old body and their mother and daughter may also be rumored by the outside world. But the old body asked himself, there was nothing wrong with their mother and daughter. ”

Even in front of Ji Qingge, the descendant of the Yan family, Mrs. Ye dared to speak so clearly.

Ji Qingge was slightly stunned and asked, "It turns out that your mansion uses Molin grass to make pastries because your aunt and cousin like it?" "I'm afraid that Mrs. Ye herself can believe this.

The person who even needs Yan Qingchen's mother and daughter to compensate for the loss of a vase will be willing to give them Mo Lin grass to drink?

What about fooling fools?

"This pastry, but the old body specially prepared it. The old body is cold, eat this pastry, it works. Mrs. Ye reached out and took a piece of Molincao pastry and ate it.

Chatting with this kind of selfish lady made Ji Qingge feel bored. She felt that using Mo Lin grass to make pastries was simply a violent thing.

Don't talk about the tyrannical things, it won't be of much benefit to Mrs. Ye's illness.

Although Molin grass is precious, its main function is to detoxify. It's not that Molin grass is a panacea, and it is good for any condition.

A disease like Mrs. Ye is completely a rich glass that belongs to the ancient noblewoman

Although Mrs. Ye's figure is not too plump, it can be seen that she is a little worried. From the time she angrily reprimanded the maidservants, it could be seen that her temper was not ordinary.

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