Influenced by her father, she believed in the cycle of cause and effect.

But she also firmly believes that people can not give in to fate, the more adversity the more they must raise their heads and chests, God can not see the people who retreat, but they will never give up on the indomitable people, there is a Buddha in the heart, there are Buddhas everywhere, people are living bodhisattvas in the world, born for good fruits.

"Yes, it's my grandmother who thinks too much, your mother won't have angina now, she is happy, smiling painlessly and disease-free......" Thinking of her daughter who died early, Mrs. Yan took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

It's not sad, but it's actually a little uncomfortable.

The pain of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person will not be eliminated for a lifetime, and the living person will only remember it, until the image in the memory becomes blurred and slowly fades away, and the regret will be replaced by something else.

"Oops! Don't say it, if you talk too much, you have to shed tears, go quickly, don't delay me for the sake of my wife, go and appreciate the plum blossoms, and then talk to my grandmother when I come back. ”

She's so old, what else can't she let go.

"Grandmother, you drink the medicine first, and there is still half a bowl." Situ Qingqing pointed to the half-drunk decoction, afraid that the old man would not drink it for fear of bitterness, so he specially advised.

"Little housekeeper, won't I take care of my own body? I didn't see you looking for a good family, and you have a lifelong support, so you don't want to close your eyes. She had to watch for her daughter, her son-in-law was so out of tune, I was afraid that he would spoil her precious granddaughter.

The national teacher, who was once as beautiful as the moon and had a great demeanor, was just a hairy boy with no sense of proportion in the eyes of his mother-in-law, impulsive and frizzy, and unbearable to be a father.

Whose son would take away someone's daughter without the orders of his parents and the words of the matchmaker, and brought a letter saying that they were married, and they didn't have to come to drink the wedding wine, because they had visited the church, and their behavior was like child's play, which made the two families very popular.

"No, I'll have to wait until you're done with the medicine." Situ Qingqing can pay attention to his grandmother's body, and it is not bad for this moment.

Seeing her granddaughter staring at her insistently, Mrs. Yan, who was disgusted with the medicine, had to frown and drink all the medicine, and urged a few girls to go out.

A few little flower-like girls left together.

"Yu Niang, I'm not at ease." She's still so young, when will she be able to get out of here?

Mama Zhong, whose name is Jade Niang, smiled all over her face and sent a bowl of nectar water. smiled and said: "Then you will live a few more years, watch the little lady become her own son, and then be her maiden family to support her, as long as we are not defeated, the confidence of the little lady is there, no matter which family she marries, she can live well." ”

The dowry is given more silver to ensure that she has no shortage of food and clothing for the rest of her life, and no one can hold the silver in hand.

"Hmmm! You're right, at least another one or twenty years, my granddaughter is a little miracle doctor, and I'm afraid I won't be able to live a long life. When it came to happiness, Mrs. Yan was as happy as a child, and she danced and ate an extra plate of honey pears.

Mama Zhong also laughed, old and young, don't you want to be coaxed! The master's heart is alive, her body is healthy, and she is happy to look at it.

The master and servant who have been together for decades talked happily about the marriages of several juniors, commenting on whether the son of the family is good, whether he is promising, who is worthy of the daughter of the prime minister's family, who is not enough to be a son-in-law, and whose son is a frequent visitor to the Qinglou...... As he spoke, he couldn't help but start worrying, for fear that his children would marry someone else.

But these are too far away for the petites who are going to the palace of Qingping County, they think of today's makeup is inappropriate, whether the hairpin beads and hairpins will be overdone, whether the color of the clothes is well matched, how to salute when meeting nobles, be careful not to say the wrong thing, and have a good performance......

Yan Zhifei told his cousin: "You will follow me for a while, bear with me if you don't understand, and ask again when we are alone, don't look around when outsiders are asked, pretend to be ashamed when you ask what you don't want to answer, purse your lips and smile implicitly, no one will be so uninteresting to ask to the end." ”

But it's still hard to say, after all, there are a few female dependents who can't get along with the Prime Minister's Mansion, such as the young lady of Chen Guogong's Mansion and the granddaughter of Lord Xu Zhongshu.

"Okay." Talking less is that she Situ Qingqing is the best at pretending.

Walking into the backyard of the Qingping County Palace, past the shadow wall covered with trees and vines, Situ Qingqing glanced at it casually, and lowered his eyes uninterestedly.

People have a comparison to know the beauty and ugliness, have seen the spring scenery full of flowers, enjoyed the summer lotus of the blue leaf lotus sky, the autumn maple all over the mountains and fields is like fire, the tea is boiled in the winter snow, the comfort is better than coming, the four seasons have their own beauty, it is by no means deliberately landscaping can be compared.

However, seeing nearly a thousand red plums blooming in the garden, Situ Qingqing still couldn't help but be speechless, what she thought was not really spectacular and beautiful, but how much silver would it cost to build this forest?

"Why are you not afraid at all, your face is not afraid." Yan Zhi asked curiously.

When she came to the banquet for the first time two years ago, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet, her head was blank, and she didn't know what people were asking.

"Why be afraid? The county king's mansion will not be able to eat people. "It's just that I'm just a guest, is it still a tiger's den in Longtan, and I want to fight a bloody way.

"Don't be afraid of the best, don't embarrass our Prime Minister's Mansion, when you come to the County King's Mansion, put away your vulgar behavior, don't drag us down." Yan Zhiru said disdainfully. She has no words and deeds alone, which means that they all have to suffer, and it took eight lifetimes to walk with her.

"Zhiru, you don't have to stay away from us if you don't feel happy, and you don't have to reluctantly walk with us, but I warn you, we are all sisters, don't hurt your sisterhood for the sake of showmanship." Yan Zhifei was a little displeased.

Yan Zhiru is as selfish as her biological mother, who only cares about her own interests and tramples on the dignity of others at will.

"You should persuade her more, I still know the truth of both glory and loss, as long as she behaves well, don't get in the way of my business." Yan Zhiru still can't look down on this young lady who doesn't know which one to fight, so she shamelessly lives in the Prime Minister's Mansion and doesn't leave.

Yan Zhiru didn't know that Situ Qingqing's father was a national teacher, but he only looked at his scoundrel appearance of smiling and flattering his grandfather, and he was a fake Taoist priest who ate and cheated and drank without learning and skill.

In fact, few people know the news of the national teacher's return to Beijing, Situ Kong's air pressure is tight, he entrusted his daughter to Prime Minister Yan and left soon after, outsiders only know that Situ Qingqing is the daughter of a distant relative of Yanfu, temporarily living in the house, and everyone calls it Miss Biao.

Anyway, there are a lot of Miss Cousins, and the niece of Second Mrs. Yan doesn't often come and go, and she really thinks of herself as a member of Yanfu, and from time to time she goes to a few cousins.

"I'll keep an eye on you and won't let you harm your family." Yan Zhifei is very protective of Situ Qingqing's cousin, she glanced at Yan Zhiru coldly, and then led the sisters forward, looking ashamed to be with her, her likes and dislikes are very clear, and her personality is strong.

She didn't go with Situ Qingqing, but she was right in the middle of her words, she looked at the daughter she knew not far away, and went separately with them without saying a word.

"I can't be angry about this little thing, I've been walking outside with my father for many years, and I've seen a lot of people of all kinds, and she's not as bad as those bandits who block the road and rob them!"

But the bandits are even worse, and in turn they are robbed, and she and her father like to encounter robberies the most, which means that there is a windfall to be made again.

"Have you ever encountered bandits?" Yan Zhifei looked at Situ Qingqing in horror, this is simply terrifying!

"It's okay, my dad is a magic stick, and he is the best at pretending to be a ghost, he sprayed a few mouthfuls of fire into the air, and the robbers called out that there were ghosts, and they were all scared."

What they didn't know, however, was that it was nothing more than phosphorus powder soaked in wine, which turned into a faint green fireball like a ghost.

"Huh! Your dad is so powerful, it sounds so funny, tell me how he pretends to be a ghost, can people really spew ghost fire? ”

A young lady Wen Jing, who loved to read the legendary scripts of the countryside, leaned over, clenched her handkerchief with admiration on her face, and covered half of her face in fear when she wanted to hear it, and her eyes sparkled like glass.

A group of little girls are talking and laughing.

"What's your name? Which daughter is it? ”

Suddenly, the ground darkened in front of her, and a delicate and beautiful woman stood in front of her, with a beautiful face, a gentle smile, and a soft nobility exuded from her body.

"Madam, my name is Qingqing." As soon as Situ Qingqing raised her head, she was also startled, and unconsciously, she was surrounded by forty or fifty daughters from various prefectures, who were either supporting their cheeks or supporting their jaws, listening intently to her and her father's experience of talking about the book, and asking questions from time to time.