Back in Xiangzhu Courtyard, Jiang Yin began to ask Qinghe about the news of the second room, anyway, it was also her second uncle's house, I don't know how to get along in the future?

Qinghe scratched her head blankly, "Miss, why are you asking this?" ”

Holding back her mouth, Jiang Yin casually prevaricated for a reason, saying that she was afraid that she would offend her second uncle with a casual word and action in the future, and then she was pointed at her head and scolded.

Although it was ridiculous to say this, it was very effective, and Qinghe told Jiang Yin everything he knew at once.

Those words were slowly combed through in Jiang Yin's mind, most of them were known to her, and some of them were not known, such as Jiang Heyu and Jiang Yuge were not born to the same mother.

Her second uncle's original wife, that is, Jiang Heyu's mother-in-law, died of excessive blood loss when she gave birth to Jiang Heyu. Later, I was afraid that Jiang Heyu would take care of everyone, and Mrs. Jiang married him a continuation string, that is, her current second aunt Fu Fuxin.

Fu Fuxin's family background is prominent, his elder brother is the left minister of the dynasty, and Jiang Yin's father is a high-ranking official. When he was doing a continuation for Jiang Yin's second uncle, Jiang Yin's second uncle Jiang Suichuan was just a seven-rank privy deputy undertaker. However, after marrying Fu Fuxin, Jiang Suichuan can be said to have risen step by step, and suddenly he was promoted from a seventh-rank official to a fourth-grade light car captain, and even a third-rank officer.

Everyone felt that it was because of Zuo Xiang that Jiang Suichuan became the captain of the light car.

But Jiang Suichuan used his strength to deny this rumor, and in the past few years in Dingjun, Jiang Suichuan and his son killed the Japanese Kou, deployed troops, suppressed riots, and returned the court to a stable Dingjun.

Jiang Yin grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the sunflower bowl, knocked them open with his teeth, and rolled away the nuts in the shell, "So, the second uncle is not much different from the eldest brother's official qualities." ”

Thinking of the Duan King in the front hall wearing a purple python robe, he asked again, "What's the matter with that Duan Wang?" ”

A dignified prince, an official above the third grade, would actually wear an official robe to personally send his courtiers home? Although Jiang Yin didn't know much about the rules of the court, she could also guess a thing or two based on years of experience.

When the prince sends his courtiers, it is generally in the name of the emperor and rewards him with a holy decree. Jiang Yin thought about it and when he saw King Duan, he didn't have the yellow silk decree in his hand, nor did he have any emperor's token or anything like that, so he came empty-handed.

Qinghe shook his head, not daring to guess.

The affairs between adults, they who are slaves and maids can't care.

Jiang Yin didn't continue to ask, she continued to knock the melon seeds in her hand leisurely, and suddenly remembered something in her mind, she quickly put down the melon seeds in her hand, and beckoned to Qinghe: "Qinghe, you go and find me a few coarse linen clothes, don't be too torn." ”

Climbed onto the bed, took out the wooden box from the futon, and set it aside.

Before, because Qinghe was beaten, the matter of looking for someone to go to the pawnshop was delayed, and now her second uncle is back again, so she has to leave this Jiang Mansion as soon as possible to pick up Jiang Zisu.

Now I can't find a house slave, Jiang Yin sat in front of the bronze mirror, took off the hair ornament on his head in front of the mirror, picked up the eyebrow pencil rouge in the box, and wiped it in the mirror.

Before she crossed over, she was a beauty blogger, and the matter of changing her face was easy to do, and she could make others not recognize herself by casually touching a few handfuls with her eyes closed.

Although the cosmetics in ancient times were not as complete as they are now, and there were no such highlighter pens, she still made others not recognize herself.

When Qinghe returned, he saw a simple woman sitting in front of the tea table with freckles and her hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she was immediately petrified.

Her eyes flickered up and down, the woman was wearing her own young lady's robe, turned her eyes to see the figure without Jiang Yin, pointed at her and asked, "Who are you?" Where's my young lady? ”