The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 43 The girl nodded (1)
Rabbit……

The old lady Mei nodded slightly, and held up Xiuhe's hand to look at it again. The girl's hands are white and delicate, and her nails are full of pink - the hands of Mei's embroidered girls have to be carefully selected, and they are not bad in appearance. .

The old lady Mei looked at Xiuhe again, and her tone became much warmer: "It's good to be a rabbit. Girls who belong to the rabbit are satisfied when they have a house to hide in, and they are happy when they have food and clothing. Such a daughter-in-law is well-behaved, soft-hearted, and attractive." It hurts. Good, good, good."

The last three words were spoken very slowly, and while speaking, he looked at Xiuhe carefully from the beginning to the end.

"Yes, yes, the old lady can't be wrong in judging people!" The women and aunts on the side quickly responded with smiles on their faces.

daughter in law?

Xiuhe nodded and stood in front of the hall, and the old lady rubbed her wrist bones with her well-maintained hands, and she felt a little confused in her heart, and she didn't know why she said this to herself suddenly.

He had no choice but to bow his head and answer: "Yes."

The old lady saw a tiny tear mole under the corner of Xiuhe's eye, and suddenly remembered: "Oh, I remembered, your father is the lame Guan Fu who sells green and red wine? When you were young, you often followed him to the compound. Sending wine, the braids that your mother made for you are up and down, I haven't seen you for a few years, and it suddenly grows up like this."

The old lady's close wife, Zheng Ma, said: "That's right, the young master still often soaks his feet in her green wine! Every time Miss Xiuhe comes to deliver the wine, the young master waits in the yard in advance. The young master usually doesn't love Come out, that is to say, Miss Xiuhe is here, so I will stay for a while."

Xiuhe stood aside and listened with an embroidered dish, her brows furrowed as she spoke vaguely.

This Mrs. Zheng was flattering and had no more fun. Mrs. Mei Er was afraid that Xiuhe would think too much, so she immediately opened the curtain and walked out: "The girl is cute and cute. Who doesn't like it in my family? Not like my old lady." Er Xiaoting, who was at odds with her, made her cry in anger."

Her words were ambiguous, Xiuhe in the play knew that Mei Xiaoting treated her differently, but the people outside the play only regarded her as the second young master and hated her.

Ye Shi said, and Yan Yan signaled Xiuhe to go to the embroidery room.

The bead curtain fluttered slightly with the breeze, Xiuhe looked back before going out, and only saw the silhouette of the eldest young master sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a long black satin dress, the whole picture was gloomy and cold.She wanted to find something from his face, but she couldn't see anything clearly.

Because of the old dowager's birthday in mid-May, the four selected embroiderers had to finish embroidering a room-sized picture within half a month.In recent years, the Mei family has relied on the relationship of the old concubine in the palace to continue to maintain their business in Nanyang.The embroiderers didn't dare to be negligent, they kept working all afternoon, and by the time they looked up, it was already evening.

Wanchun lived in the public house in the backyard of Mei's house, and went to dinner with the other two embroiderers holding hands.Xiuhe recently went back to the shop to live with Lao Guanfu, she didn't order to add bowls and spoons to the stove, so she stayed behind to pack up the odds and ends and prepared to go home.

"Boom—"

It was rainy in April, and a thunderstorm shook the whole house.The heavy rain "pattered" in the courtyard, and the fresh smell of flowers and grass was diffused under the eaves.Xiuhe covered her head with her hands, trying to rush out of the yard to the gatehouse.

As soon as he ran, his hips shook, the light green embroidered shoes splashed water on the blue bricks, and the sandalwood pleated skirt was stained with dark wetness.

(End of this chapter)