The Mid-Autumn Festival is a big festival that cannot be ignored for any family in Daxia, and the rich and noble families attach more importance to it.

Although the court was bloody during this time, Duan Shaoqing did not have many connections because of his ordinary background, low official position, and lack of connections...... All kinds of shortcomings that usually make him wonder are not tasteful, but now they are less troublesome. In this way, Shaoqing's Mansion is still in a good mood for the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.

The old lady thought that she would be busy during the festival tomorrow, and it was a little troublesome for Duan Yunlang to suddenly say something after dinner, so she rinsed her mouth with tea and asked, "What's the matter with Lang'er?" ”

Duan Yunlang looked left and right and said, "Grandmother, can you let the people who are waiting to retreat?" ”

The old lady frowned and motioned for the people in the house to go out, and soon only the masters of the Shaoqing Mansion were left in the flower hall.

"Say it."

Duan Yunlang hesitated and glanced at the young sister sitting next to his mother.

Seeing this, the second wife, Zhu, pulled the fourth girl, Duan Yunyan, to get up: "Old lady, Yan'er goes to bed early every day, and her daughter-in-law takes her back to Frangipani Garden first." ”

The old lady nodded.

Duan Yunlang endured until the Zhu family left with Duan Yunyan, and immediately said: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my grandson still hasn't been able to see my cousin when I go to Wanqingju." Did something happen to my grandmother, uncle, and green cousin? ”

As soon as these words came out, the old lady and Duan Shaoqing couldn't help but glance at each other.

It was not only Duan Yunlang who was staring at the two elders closely, but also Duan Yunling.

In the past two months, she has been to Wanqingju many times, but she has never been able to see her cousin, so she can only guess from Xiaolian's reaction that her cousin should be fine. If something really happens to the cousin, as the cousin's closest personal maid, Xiaolian can't be so calm.

The silence between the old lady and Duan Shaoqing made Duan Yunlang's face white: "Is my cousin - is she gone?" ”

"Second brother, what are you talking nonsense!" Duan Yunchen scolded.

Duan Yunlang looked at Duan Yunchen suddenly, and his respect for his brother was not as much as that for his elders: "Does the eldest brother also know?" ”

He looked at his grandmother, uncle, eldest brother, and his father with a gloomy face, his head was buzzing, and he blurted out his guess: "Are you putting your cousin under house arrest, thinking about taking back Qingsong Bookstore and your cousin's shops?" ”

Duan Yunchen strode over and pinched Duan Yunlang's wrist: "Second brother, do you know what you're talking about?" How can you guess so about the elders? ”

Duan Yunlang said that, in fact, he regretted it, and was questioned by Duan Yunchen, and the anger came up again: "Otherwise, the eldest brother said why Cousin Qing didn't leave the door of Wanqingju for two months?" Don't you ever feel weird? ”

Duan Yunchen's face was ugly when he was asked, and he pursed his lips and said, "I only know that Cousin Qing took the initiative to propose to my grandmother to meditate and practice, so I will respect her plan and not make trouble with the elders like the second brother." ”

Naturally, he thought it was strange, but his grandmother didn't talk to his father, he just asked a lot about being a cousin.

"I didn't make a fuss, I just wanted to know what happened to Cousin Qing." Duan Yunlang shook off Duan Yunchen's hand.

It's him who is talking nonsense, Cousin Qing is really going to have an accident, and the eldest brother will be the biggest beneficiary in the future. It's just that these words are too ugly, and if you really want to say them, the brothers will completely fall out.

"Yun Lang." Duan Shaoqing finally spoke.

Duan Yunlang looked at him.

"If you don't believe what the adults in the family say, then call Xiaolian over."

Soon Xiaolian rushed over from Wanqingju, and when she heard the reason, her eyes when she looked at Duan Yunlang were moved and helpless.

"The slave wants to say a few words to the second son alone." Xiaolian was neither humble nor arrogant, and the old lady and the others bent their knees.

The old lady nodded and rubbed her eyebrows.

When he arrived at a convenient place to speak, Duan Yunlang said, "Xiaolian, don't have any worries, just tell me how Cousin Qing is." Today, since I have made trouble in front of my elders, I will not be reconciled if I don't figure it out. ”

When he went to Wanqingju before, he asked about Cousin Qing, and Xiaolian dealt with it, he thought that Xiaolian might have something unspeakable, so he didn't ask. Now it's the uncle who called Xiaolian over, even if Xiaolian told the truth, she couldn't blame her little girl.

Xiaolian glanced in the direction of the flower hall and whispered: "The maid said, the second son should be calm." ”

"I can handle it, you say." Although Duan Yunlang said this, his voice choked.

It's over, my cousin must be gone!

"The girl is not in the evening sunny house."

Gone?

"My cousin is really gone, I have a premonition for a long time......"

Seeing that Duan Yunlang's big eyes were quickly filled with tears, Xiaolian twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "The girl went out of Beijing to play, and she was afraid that others would gossip, so she lied that she was retreating behind closed doors......"

Duan Yunlang was dumbfounded, and asked for a while, "Grandmother knows?" ”

Xiaolian hesitated for a moment: "The old lady should know...... bar. ”

Judging from the fact that the old lady has not looked for a girl in the past two months, the eldest lady may have told the old lady.

"What about my uncle?"

"The lord knows." Xiaolian's tone must have been much, after all, she told Duan Shaoqing.

"Then my eldest brother—"

Seeing that Duan Yunlang was going to ask one by one, Xiaolian hurriedly said, "Everyone else shouldn't know." ”

Duan Yunlang was stunned for a long time, then rushed back to the flower hall and knelt down in front of the old lady, and hugged the old lady's legs: "Grandmother, my grandson is wrong!" ”

The old lady shouted angrily: "Let go! ”

"Grandmother, grandson is really wrong!"

Looking down at her faceless grandson, the old lady sighed heavily: "Go back to your own house." ”

Xu is used to being troubled by his granddaughter, and this bastard knows his mistakes and begs for mercy, so he can't get angry.

Duan Yunlang let go of his hand and knelt in a different direction: "Uncle, my nephew is wrong!" ”

What else could Duan Shaoqing say, and said with a straight face: "Don't be so impulsive in the future." ”

Duan Yunlang reassured and followed his father Duan Wenbai to leave Ruyi Hall.

The father and son walked silently through the night, and after a while, Duan Wenbai spoke: "Lang'er, you are really impulsive today." ”

Duan Yunlang took a big step forward, walked beside Duan Wenbai, lowered his head and whispered, "My son knows." It's just that I don't ask clearly, my son is not at ease......"

If he doesn't ask, who else will ask in this Shaoqing Mansion?

Duan Wenbai patted his son on the shoulder in silence.

In the Ruyi Hall, after everyone else dispersed, the old lady asked Duan Shaoqing: "Wen Song, did the immortal tell you in a dream when Qingqing will come back?" ”

"It's almost ......"

Duan Shaoqing returned to the residence after dealing with the old mother, sat down on a chair, and pulled her hair in worry.

I can't live a day in this broken day!

In the Mid-Autumn Festival the next day, Emperor Xingyuan went to the court as usual, and then dealt with political affairs, listened to the arrangements of the reunion banquet reported by the ministers, and listened to it a little boring.

Xinxin had just been buried, and he was actually in no mood to hold a palace banquet. However, the Mid-Autumn Festival is unusual, even if you don't care about other people, you can't ignore the mood of the queen mother.

Thinking of the lively reunion dinner in the palace, Mu'er was alone in the imperial mausoleum, and Emperor Xingyuan felt a little uncomfortable.

He thought about it for a while, and passed on the morning to meet him.