A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 12 Be careful with your tongue

"Then, the food that Aunt Zhao warmed for you is cold..." Aunt Zhao just met Jiang Fengqing's eyes, and she seemed to be electrocuted, and she subconsciously let go of Jiang Fengqing's sleeves. I racked my brains to find such a lame excuse.

"When the food is cold, heat it up again. Otherwise, what are the maids and women doing?"

Jiang Fengqing gradually frowned and looked at Aunt Zhao pointedly. "Why does Aunt Zhao insist on sending her daughter back to Liangfeng Pavilion? Is there some plan?"

"No, no." Zhao Wantang waved his hands repeatedly, gritting his teeth and searching for things in his mind. Why is this crazy woman so troublesome today?

Her explanation was a little pale: "Auntie feels sorry for your health and wants you to rest early..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fengqing had already walked towards Shaohua Hall.

Although Jiang's house only has twenty or thirty acres of land, it is distinguished by its regular layout and exquisite elegance. Walking through the hand-written gallery in the small hall, you can see carved beams and paintings everywhere in front of you. From the depths of flowers and trees, you can see the small pool surrounded by strange stones. Feeling relaxed and happy.

Jiang Fengqing's steps were very slow. Although her face was a little green, she had a noble sense of loneliness. Her chin was raised slightly, the scenery in the corridor flashed across her eyes, and her brows were calm.

She had walked through this corridor thousands of times in her previous life, but she could never see it clearly this time.

It's dusk, the golden crow is about to fall, and the monthly salary is rising. Fire candles were lit in the mansion, and mottled and swaying light was projected on Jiang Fengqing's face, and her expression flickered.

Looking up at the high-hanging plaque, Jiang Fengqing repeated and savored it carefully in her mind, with the three large characters "Shao Hua Tang" written in flowing water.

The Shaohua Hall was a lively scene with a noisy family. Almost everyone in the Jiang family was here. Jiang Fengqing saw Mrs. Jiang sitting in the middle hall at a glance. She leaned forward slightly, her eyelids were red, and she was looking at the door alone. He stared blankly, not caring what the people next to him were saying.

Mrs. Jiang is nearly sixty years old, her body is still strong, but her eyes are a little gray, and she relies on her ears to judge other people's emotions and positions.

She had been worried all day. There were a few faint folds on her ocher conch-embroidered coat and skirt. She wore a brocade coat with lotus and green bucket patterns on it. Her temples had long turned gray, and there were only a pair of fragrant jade hairpins. Lotus hairpins, a pair of silver plain earrings on her earlobes, and no other decorations.

Although Mrs. Jiang's body has left traces of time, her facial features can vaguely reveal her youthful beauty.

Seven-year-old Jiang Fengluo stood next to Mrs. Jiang, holding a plate of pastries and sipping a piece of cake into her mouth from time to time. Standing with her was Jiang Fengxi, the second sister of the second room, who was crying and sobbing, wiping the cakes one by one. With tears.

The two seats under Mrs. Jiang's head were vacant. Opposite the empty seats was Tao Yuqing, the second wife of the Jiang family. On the other side sat Jiang Shutang, the idle young man from the second room of the Jiang family. He was still lazily leaning on the chair, his whole body They all explain one word - impatience.

The wet nurse held the eldest son, Jiang Shu'an, who was a little over three years old, and sat carefully next to Jiang Shutang. She always looked after the lively and active Jiang Shu'an. Jiang Shu'an was also obedient, sitting in the wet nurse's arms without crying or fussing, holding a piece of cake in both hands, and sipping Put small mouthfuls into your mouth.

The others sitting there were the two maids from the first room and several concubines from the second room.

Jiang Fengqing stood quietly outside Shaohua Hall and watched.

"Feng Xi, don't cry anymore. You are a sixteen-year-old girl, and you are still so careless. Your mother will have a headache when she cries."

Mrs. Tao, the second wife, glanced at Jiang Fengxi displeasedly, more impatiently. Did something from Jiang Fenghua's outer room make her daughter cry like this? Wouldn’t that be equivalent to carrying someone else’s coffin into your own home to cry?
  Even if Jiang Fenghua was really beaten to death in the palace, the most she could do was to pay some money for a hasty burial, and by the way, Jiang Fenghua's mother-in-law, a fierce woman, was also sold off. Wouldn't it be killing two birds with one stone?

The shrewish mother-in-law Shang Meiyun in Tao's mind looked melancholy at the moment, with red eyes, gritted her teeth, and couldn't help but said sarcastically: "Instead of crying until you pass out here, it's better to follow your example. The posture of the third sister Jiang Fengqing, look at how capable she is! You go out and be arrogant too, look at her in the palace, she dares to be so arrogant, even the imperial concubine she dares to push into the water, what else does she dare not "" "That's right! That Jiang Fengqing is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she is very courageous. If she is like this now, when she grows up, won't she have to poop on the head of our ancestors?" No. I know which concubine hurriedly agreed.

These people had long disliked Jiang Fengqing's airs, but they only dared to complain in private.

Now they thought Jiang Fengqing hadn't come back yet, and Mrs. Jiang was preoccupied with Jiang Fengqing, so naturally she had no time to discipline them. He jumped higher and higher, criticizing Jiang Fengqing from top to bottom, from inside to outside, from his character to his words and deeds.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Watch your tongue!"

A clear and loud sound of punishment came from behind the door, and everyone in the room immediately shut their mouths. For a moment, the entire Shaohua Hall was quiet.

The two doors were pushed open, and Jiang Fengqing stood upright at the door, scanning everyone in the room indifferently. She lowered her head and straightened her clothes, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, adding a hint of coldness and solemnity.

Her eyes are hairy and beautiful, her face is thin, her face is delicate and beautiful, and her round almond eyes are like deep pools of inky jade; her black hair is casually rolled into a lily bun, with a simple moire gilt flower pattern embedded on it. The dark blue silk Yunyan robe turned darker after being soaked in water.

Although it has not yet fully grown, its posture has surpassed that of many adults.

Aunt Zhao behind her withdrew her hand from pushing the door, assumed the posture of a noble lady, turned back and smiled at Jiang Fengqing: "Fengqing, Aunt Zhao saw you standing at the door for a long time, why didn't you go in?"

As soon as Aunt Zhao finished speaking, everyone in the room opened their eyes and took a breath.

Jiang Fengqing has been standing at the door for a long time? Doesn’t that mean you heard everything they said?
  Is that okay? !
  "But Feng Qing is back?" Mrs. Jiang's ears twitched slightly, her eyes red with excitement.

"Fengqing! You're back, grandma is worried to death!" Mrs. Jiang stood up quickly, holding on to the handrail, walked down the steps, and went straight to Jiang Fengqing.

Aunt Xiangyun behind her hurriedly helped Mrs. Jiang down the steps, with a worried look on her face: "Old madam, please slow down, be careful of your body and bones."

As soon as Jiang Fengqing walked to the old lady's side, she was hugged. Old Madam Jiang's tears fell down and she patted her back gently with her choked-up hands: "If you don't come back, grandma will be worried all day long."

"Grandma, don't worry. You don't even know who your granddaughter is. Who dares to mess with your granddaughter in Lin'an City now?"

"You make these wisecracks."

Madam Jiang slapped Jiang Fengqing on the back angrily, "Grandma is old and cannot bear to be frightened. If you continue to do things like this without knowing the depth, grandma's body will not be able to bear it..."

When my grandmother married my grandfather, he was a fifth-rank Dingyuan general. Later, he was on the wrong side of the imperial struggle and was removed from his position. He was imprisoned and died miserably.

At that time, the entire Jiang family relied on their grandmother's mother-in-law, Changxing Earl's Mansion, to avoid being lost in the long river of history.

Later, after the current emperor ascended the throne, his grandmother's eldest son Jiang Li inherited his grandfather's character and became the priest of the sixth-grade governor's mansion a year after joining the army. However, he died heroically in the last battle with the Southern Kingdom, leaving only others to support him. He brought back a letter from home and a bun crown.

(End of this chapter)