Inheritance policy

Chapter 20

For several days in a row, He Xingxiao used the cold as an excuse to stay ill in bed, and asked for leave every morning and evening to say hello.The eldest lady took the post and first invited the young imperial doctor Zheng. He Xingxiao was still sleepy every day, and then invited the imperial doctor Zhang from the imperial hospital to prescribe a long and large prescription. It took a few days for a slight improvement.

On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, He Xingxiao was still lingering on the sick bed, so naturally he couldn't go to Dingguo Temple.

The eldest lady took Xingzhao, and the second lady took Xingming, and they met in Rongshou Hall one after another.During the short greeting time, Mrs. Tai looked at Xingming several times.

When the snow outside became lighter, everyone went out of the inner courtyard and got into the green curtain car.

Xing Zhao and Xing Ming were still riding in the same carriage, and the wheels of the carriage were turning straight. Xing Zhao leaned on the birthday mat of the big red embroidered Magu, a jasper-like wrist was exposed from the sleeve, and the wrist was straight. A pair of Shiwang's red gold inlaid bluestone bracelets hang down.

When Xing came to Huaishanyuan every day, he naturally knew that Xing Xiao had given Xing Zhao the other bracelet. He turned his eyes and opened the curtain to look out, and said, "Why did you wear it back? She just wanted to I'll give you the accusation of being mean to a concubine."

Xing Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled, and closed his sleeves again indifferently.After thinking about it for a few days, she always felt that this matter was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.In her previous life, He Xingxiao was not sick, let alone sent the bracelet. This was an omen, or to put it more vaguely, this was a turning point, but she couldn't figure out what this omen and signified.

However, Xing Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Xing Ming several times. She wore a flat bun. She had a broad forehead, which was not suitable for a flat bun. She usually wears a double-snail bun to cover her forehead.She was wearing an autumn moon-colored flat-breasted jacket, but she wore a bluish-white sheath skirt underneath, and with the vermilion pink tassels hanging from her bun, she looked more than quiet, but not agile enough.

"Get out of the car later, third sister put on my rose red squirrel fur cape. Mrs. Tai just saw the third sister for a long time." Xing Zhao said with a smile.

Xing Ming didn't take it seriously, she was a hundred thousand unhappy to see her today, the second lady refrained from saying anything, for fear that she would get impatient if she was asked to change clothes again.The carriage had passed two streets, Xingming put down the curtain, and politely declined the offer: "I'm wearing it, what are you wearing? Miss Xiao's illness has not recovered yet, you want to catch the cold?"

Seeing that Xingming didn't understand, Xingzhao broke the words and said more than just reminding the clothes: "Dingguo Temple has always been a place where officials and women of the aristocratic families in Dingjing often go frequently. Master Dingyun Tai is not a serious monk who doesn't tell lies, the third sister is careful and decides to spend her life, and let the old nun go around talking nonsense."

Xingming was stunned, and understood that the reputation of a boudoir lady was originally passed on by her family and family. If Dingjing really lost the reputation of Miss He San's dullness, it would not be worth the loss, and it would be hard to find if she escaped the Huang family. It's better.

"No matter who we meet today, whoever we run into, the third sister must firmly remember that you must abide by your duty, otherwise you will affect your whole body." There is no guarantee that it is not because of today's events.

Xing Ming suddenly looked a little dazed, his eyes glanced at the Zhenghong wishful knot hanging on the car tent, the plan of the past few days was destroyed by Xing Zhao's few words, and then the two were speechless all the way.

Dingguo Temple is located in the northwest corner of Dingjing City. It is backed by Yishan Mountain and fronted by Canglin. It was built by Taizu for the empress dowager who devoted herself to practicing Buddhism. It has lasted for hundreds of years and has become a must-see temple for aristocratic families to worship sesame oil. up.

The current presiding officer, Mrs. Dingyun, looks like she is in her fifties, she squints her eyes and looks kindly, and she stands early in front of the mountain gate waiting.A few feet away from her, stood a short and fat woman wearing a pair of indigo-colored bijia with the characters of double blessings. On the lower left was a handsome gentleman standing upright with his jaw raised high. Standing is a little lady with her mouth curled up, or bowing her head to play with the tassels on her waist, or looking around.

"Why haven't you come yet, mother—A Yuan's feet are frozen." The one who acted coquettishly was the third mother of the Huang family.

Before Mrs. Huang had time to reprimand, she saw several elm-crafted carriages with green curtains parked steadily in the open space in front of the temple not far away.Seeing that Master Dingyun's face was happy, he stepped forward quickly, and called the little novice to hold an umbrella for the He family. Mrs. Tai stepped on the small bench, and when she got out of the car, Master Dingyun sang aloud Amitabha: " The auspicious snow heralds a good year, when you come, the snow in Yishan seems to be heavier."

Mrs. Tai held the Buddha beads, clasped her hands together, and saluted back: "Amitabha, I haven't seen it for many days. Dingguo Temple has become more majestic and majestic. It is your contribution, Master."

The two people in front came and went, and the people behind also got out of the car one by one. Xing Zhao put Lian Yu's hand on the snow first, and turned his head to look.

The snow is as white as jade, the green umbrella is like a cover, the distant mountains are covered with snow like eyebrows and frost, and there is a Yiren in red clothes blooming like a flame.

After all, Xingming wore that rose-red cloak, leaning against the door railing and lifting the skirt lightly, walking and retreating was full of the demeanor and rules of a lady from an aristocratic family.The person with bright eyes and white teeth, when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were like the brightest Vega on the night of Qixi Festival.

Xing Zhao smiled, stepped forward to hold Xing Ming's hand, and stopped behind Mrs. Tai.

"The monks don't tell lies. The young ladies of the He family are really better educated than one another." Master Dingyun smiled too and turned sideways, just in time to see the Huang family walking this way, and heard her bring some He apologized and said to Mrs. Tai: "You came to pray for blessings, and the gate should have been closed early. Mrs. Huang is so sincere that the poor nun had no choice but to let it go."

Mrs. Tai smiled and waved her hands, and said repeatedly: "No hindrance, no hindrance, worshiping Buddha and praying for blessings is a good thing. If others can't come because of me, wouldn't it be a bad thing?"

Probably the powerful people have the ability to say black and white, and push the boat along with the flow, even the monks can pretend that they don't know anything.

While speaking, the Huang family has already approached.Xing Zhao obviously felt that his hand was tightly held by Xing Ming, and Xing Zhao raised his head. Xing Ming has always been a joyful and angry person, and his expression now is mixed with nervousness and anxiety.

The first thing that caught people's eyes was not the chubby Mrs. Huang in the front, nor the third lady Huang in purple, but a woman with her lips pursed and her brows furrowed. She looked only twelve or thirteen years old, but she already had some style. Xiao Langjun.

Xing Zhao thought to himself, no wonder Mrs. Huang dared to mention this marriage.

First, the juniors said hello to each other, and when they arrived at Mr. Huang Xiaolang, he bowed his head in a deep voice, and bowed respectfully and said in a loud voice: "The younger generation Huang Pei greets Mrs. He, Mrs. Lin'an Marquis, Mrs. He Er. It is windy and snowy today. Ladies, remember to pay attention to your steps. My father told the juniors that all the women and children who are going forward today, Pei should take on the responsibilities of a man."

Mrs. Tai kept saying yes, but she glanced at the second lady.The second wife is the mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, and the more she looks at her, the more proud she is, her eyebrows are fluttering. She never thought that Mrs. Huang, who is tall and fat, will give birth to a son-in-law who is so outstanding in appearance and conversation.

"But I haven't seen you for a few days, and I feel like a cat scratching my heart. It's really uncomfortable. It will be good to see Mrs. Tai today!" When it was the elder's turn, Mrs. Huang first asked Mrs. Tai politely. Ann, turned her head and smiled at the first lady and the second lady. After greeting the first lady, she spoke to the second lady again, but her tone was obviously intimate: "It seems that the 25th of the twelfth lunar month is really a good day! You go inside Please, it's cold standing outside. Hearing Mrs. He is coming, our old lady insists on coming with crutches, and she can't stand the cold, so she's waiting inside."

Mrs. Tai happily agreed, and the group walked up the [-] steps of blue brick stairs in front of Dingguo Temple.

Xing Zhao could feel someone staring straight at her. She thought it was Mr. Huang Xiaolang, but when she looked up, she saw Huang Sanniang looking at Xingming with provocative eyes. Unexpectedly, Mr. Huang stepped forward step by step. He walked very seriously, his eyes focused on the steps in front of him, and he didn't cast half of his peripheral vision on Xingming.

This was choosing a wife for him to accompany him for life. Although Xingming was extremely unhappy, he also blushed with his head down.

This kind of gentleman has the confidence to win and has a calm and self-sufficient personality, but he is unavoidably ruthless and cold-hearted.

A gust of wind blew by, and Xing Zhao shivered involuntarily. She seemed to see He Yan's shadow in Huang Pei.

Seeing that the collection is increasing, Ah Yuan is like drinking ice water in the dog days, super refreshing and happy!
(End of this chapter)