Inheritance policy

Chapter 7

The third lady lowered her head, lifted her skirt lightly, and opened the cotton-padded bamboo curtain with bare hands, walking forward slowly.

Xingzhao secretly praised in his heart, the third wife is really a good tutor.He quickly got up again, and stood behind Mrs. Tai, watching the third lady bend her knees and draw her skirt to salute, "Mother Jin An Wanfu".

The third lady pursed her lips and smiled at Xing Zhao, and the two dimples were pulled out. Xing Zhao couldn't figure out what it meant for the third lady to come again today. At this time in the previous life, Xing Zhao was serving the eldest lady's illness, but What is certain is that the third lady did not just come to pay her respects.

"Sit down. Has the house in Badeng Lane been tidied up? In the past, I came here once every ten days to say hello. I just came back yesterday. It's a time when there are many things to do."

Mrs. Tai pointed to the stool in front of her for the third lady to sit on, her tone was flat.

Xing Zhao knew that the following words were not for him to listen to, so he took two steps back and bowed to the two: "Grandmother, third aunt, and Ah Wu haven't finished writing the description of red. Mister will punish Ah Wu."

Mrs. Tai smiled and nodded, Xing Zhao took Rue Xiang's hand and walked into the study.

As soon as Xing Zhao passed through the flower hall, he heard the gentle and gentle voice of the third wife from the outer compartment: "Xie Niang is concerned. In the past, the daughter-in-law was ignorant. Now that she is a single family, I know how lucky it is to have a mother to help..."

Xing Zhao smiled, he came here to complain and beg for mercy, shook his head, and wanted to go in, but found that the front hall was silent for a long time, Mrs. Tai did not answer, just wondering, when she heard the third lady's voice with some hesitation, her tone was slow After thinking about it for a while, it seemed that she had thought about it and said: "The daughter-in-law is thinking, should the third master be released, should we hold a church meeting? I discussed with the third master last night, but I didn't come up with a charter. Where should I do it? How should I do it? Should I invite the Hongyun Society or the Mianyin Society to sing the hall? Which mansion should I send the post to? The daughter-in-law is the second monk and I can’t figure it out, so I have to ask my mother for an idea..."

When Xing Zhao heard the word "Tanghui", he stopped and stared straight at the window lattice of the inner room covered with layers of hang silk and tulle. The church held by the third uncle!Please come to the hall of Princess Yingyi!The church that killed the mother!
"Fourth Miss?" Rue Xiang lowered her body and called softly.

Xingzhao came back to his senses, made up his mind, and smiled at Yunxiang, his big eyes narrowed into a crescent moon: "Sister Suqing, how about we write in the flower hall? Mr. Zheng said that running script should be intentional. They are filled with bergamot and embroidered citron, which smells like seeds."

Rue Xiang covered her mouth and smiled, she pointed her delicate finger outside, with a bit of teasing in her eyes.

Xing Zhao felt a little embarrassed, tugged at Su Qing's dark blue sleeves, and blinked: "I won't let my grandmother know... Usually when I take a nap, I draw red in the flower hall..."

The nobles have always been well versed in the principle of keeping the truth from the top but not from the bottom. The servants below have the same caliber and keep silent. As long as it is not a big deal, they are all willing to save face.

Yun Xiang smiled and ordered a few little girls to bring a dark gold square table with black lacquer grass and rolled edges. The inkstone, brush washers, gold-sprinkled rice paper, and Zihao emblem brushes were all neatly laid out on the square table one by one. I went to hold a Ru kiln multicolored gold glaze, in which were inserted a few large fresh and lovely red peony flowers just picked from the greenhouse, and while putting it on the table, I joked that I was already sitting on the embroidered pier, listening to it with one ear Xingzhao: "There is a sky blue glazed porcelain screen embedded on the wall, and ancient kiln wares from Ru Kiln are placed on the table. Even the brush washers are old lotus blue and white porcelain with twining branches used by Emperor Zhang Caozong of the previous dynasty. The servant is a stupid person. His eyes only see wealth and honor, and only the fourth girl can see what the literati say in their mouths!"

Xing Zhao looked at her with a smile, but his ears were not idle at all.The tone of Mrs. Tai outside did not change a bit, it was still indifferent.

"The third master of the He family held a church meeting, and he wanted to tell the people in Beijing that he, He Xian, was back, and he was acting in the limelight of the third master. Naturally, he had to follow the third master's wishes. Whether it is the Mianyin Society or the Hongyun Society, you Whichever you like, you can choose whichever you like. The person who the third master posted in the post will naturally be the noble family that your third bedroom is close to. You and your husband have always had very good ideas. I am a aunt who has separated from the family. Where can I give you advice? "

Xing Zhao was lying in front of the window lattice, and through the cracks, he saw the third lady's face turned red and then turned pale, and she leaned forward, the huge bright blue opals hanging from her ears trembled, and she sat up and down a bit. With a troubled appearance, the third lady was somewhat prepared to face the scolding from her mother-in-law. She smiled and continued: "In Beijing, my mother is famous for her elegance. Every year in midsummer and June, the He family runs a Liufangyan, who doesn't know some famous people in Ding capital? My daughter-in-law hasn't returned to Ding capital for three years, and I can't figure out what the wind direction in Beijing is like or not. I can’t even recognize the door face, it’s hard to post posts, and I can’t find the temple door even if I want to burn incense, so I have the cheek to ask my mother to help me..."

At this point, Xing Zhao understood a little bit. If he wanted to burn incense, he couldn't find the temple gate. Which stick of incense should he burn?Why can't I find the temple gate?He also secretly hated himself in his previous life for not listening to things outside the window, and becoming a Miss Jiao who didn't know anything, and all he wanted was to throw herself on Zhou Pingning.

Xing Zhao frowned and thought about it carefully. Rue Xiang looked at the fourth girl who was listening to the corner with great interest, cleared her throat, and lowered her voice: "Fourth girl can also write a few words." Then she pointed her finger outside , "It's hard to explain after a while."

Xingzhao had no choice but to sit upright in the small tavern, and took the Zihao brush from Ruoxiang. The voice, but still with the usual calmness: "'My son has married and set up a family, and he is in charge of a sixth-rank civil service. He is married to a noble lady, and has a good son and daughter under his knees. The birth mother passed away suddenly, and even though the son is a descendant of the He family, he doesn't want to offend his mother anymore, so the family will be separated from now on.' I just ask you, who said this sentence?"

This is what the third uncle said when we separated!

Just after his father's filial piety, the third master insisted on pulling the clan uncle to open the ancestral hall. Who did he hit in the face?It was the face of Mrs. Tai, the face of the elder brother, and the face of the prince of Lin'an.What should outsiders think?Could it be that the aunt and brother abused the concubine and the concubine? Where is the tutor of the Marquis of Lin'an, and where is the tutor of Mrs. He Tai's natal family?Mrs. Tai came from a famous family, married into a famous family, and was strong all her life, but was beaten in the face by a bastard.

There was no sound in the outer compartment for a long time. Xing Zhao straightened his back, calmed down, stopped his hand, wrote down the pen steadily, and wrote four large characters - "Settlement after Autumn".Xing Zhao's facial features are horizontal and vertical, and the strokes of the goose head are smooth and smooth. It doesn't look like it was done by a seven-year-old daughter's family.

Lian Rong, who was rubbing ink with her bare hands upside down, looked at these four characters, one couldn't hold back, and burst into a smile, but was stared at by Rue Xiang.

"The old slave said something ugly. How did the third master think that the Marquis of Lin'an Mansion was a shameless thing? When he hated the Marquis of Lin'an Mansion, he dragged his family and divided the property and ran away. He wanted to beg the Marquis of Lin'an Mansion. When I was in contact with my friends, I brought my family here." This was the voice of Zhang's mother, Xing Zhao raised his eyebrows, the real person did not show his face, and Zhang's mother opened her mouth in a friendly manner.

There was a "plop" in the outer room, Xing Zhao was taken aback, and looked into the gap. The blue bricks in the outer room were not covered with fine velvet blankets. Crying: "I know I was wrong..."

Before the third lady could finish talking, the lady Tai waved her hand, her eyes slanted slightly, a little condescending: "Don't talk about the others. Just tell me, what do you want me to support you when you come here today?"

The third lady suddenly raised her head when she heard the words, she couldn't believe it, and hurriedly said: "Li Lingqing, Mr. Li, the servant of the Ministry of officials! Mother just needs to send a rough envoy to Mr. Li's house to send a meeting post, and you send Send it off, Master Li will definitely come!"

At this point, Xing Zhao fully understood the intention of the third lady. Thinking about what Mrs. Tai said that day in the verandah, the third uncle was left in the cold for half a year before receiving the order to return to Beijing to report on his duties.When the third uncle came back, he still used the blue crane pattern of the sixth-rank official, and when he was released, he was a sixth-rank official. This shows that the official department has not yet issued an official transfer order, and the third uncle is in a panic …

"I sent someone to send it off in the name of the Marquis of Lin'an. I watched Li Lingqing grow up, so I won't lose face to my wife. It's impossible for the boss not to go when you hold a church meeting. Does the boss go? Maybe I won't be there to help and say a word. When the time comes, we will be able to talk about everything when we meet..."

Mrs. Tai took the teacup with one hand, sipped it one after another, and then said: "The third child has always been very clever, but unfortunately he is not sober. After leaving the Marquis of Lin'an, why should the Marquis of Lin'an protect him unconditionally?" You, just rely on your crying and begging? Even the servants below know to carry a box of snacks when they go to the alleys, but the third child has not shown sincerity, so I forgive the old lady for not being able to help."

People are short-sighted, and when they are in an absolute position, it is difficult not to be arrogant.Mrs. Tai understands very well that since there is an old feud, she simply treats her as a stranger.It's just that there is something to pay back the shame that the Marquis of Lin'an's mansion has lost.

The third lady was taken aback for a moment, she thought about crying and begging, about admitting her mistakes, and about how Mrs. Tai would not give her any face, but she never thought about bartering things.Quickly calculating in my heart, what is worth it, the lightning flashed in my mind, and my eyes became extremely bright: "Brother Jing is going to end next year, right?"

Mrs. Tai looked at the kneeling man and nodded slightly.

"The great Confucian Ming Yifang, the number one scholar in the former dynasty and the first generation, was talented and rich in learning. Unfortunately, because of his straightforward nature, he only wrote "Yifang Chronicle" in the Taiyuan Academy, and then retired to the countryside and devoted himself to landscape. Mother , do you still remember him?" The third lady spoke very quickly.

Mrs. Tai smiled and nodded again.

The third lady looked at the corners of her aunt's mouth with a smile, as if she was inspired: "My daughter-in-law's grandfather and Ming Yifang are old friends. Brother Jing is smart and smart, and Mr. Ming will definitely agree to come out and teach himself!"

The house of Qingliu has no white people, this is something that the nobles with hairpin tassels can't compare with.If you really want to look for it, you can find it, but most of the famous scholars who are really famous and talented are not willing to come to the Hou's mansion to sit. Mrs. Tai did not expect that such a big fish as Ming Yifang would be caught in this net.

"Why is the third lady still kneeling, Linglong, you don't know how to remind me, go and help the third lady up." Mrs. Tai smiled gracefully, and she was that kind-hearted old man again.

Xing Zhao couldn't help being dumbfounded, thinking that in two lives, he had seen all the vicissitudes of life.I never thought about it, but I didn't see clearly the seven orifices of the human heart, and there are mysteries in the orifices.

In the outer hall, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were discussing intimately what to do with the church meeting on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month; in the cabinet, Xing Zhao’s child was holding a Zihao pen, sighing inwardly, the long road is long, and when is the return date.

(End of this chapter)