Rebirth of the concubine's scheming

Chapter 30

The weather in mid-September was already much colder, and Yin Huan got up especially early on this day. Since April, she has been teaching her that Qian’s mother is going back, and Mu’s has found another mother for her to take care of her daily life. Need to learn those rules again.

"Mother Qian, I don't know what you like after coming to Yinhuan for such a long time. I learned that you have a grandson who was born not long ago. I have a few high-quality soft brocades here. You can take them back and make him a pair of close-fitting clothes." clothes, and here are the shoes I made in my spare time, which are a bit rough, I hope Mother Qian will not dislike her."

Yin Huan asked Qing Ya to give everything to Mama Qian, and put the pair of cute tiger shoes on top of the brocade cloth. Mama Qian then thanked her and followed Ruhua to Mu's place.

It wasn't until Er Dong came in and told her that Mama Qian was far away, that Yin Huan suppressed that deliberate smile and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother Qian has just left, Miss has been studying for nothing for the past six months." Er Dong joked, Yin Huan didn't feel that way at all sitting on the couch, she deliberately did some things for half a year, and she would get used to it over time. Hurry up and she herself feels uncomfortable, this fact makes Yin Huan very entangled.

After getting off the couch, Yin Huan left the house. There was a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard. Her mother was in a low mood for the past few days, and her father's death day was approaching. Holding a plate, his eyes lit up, did you buy it?

"Miss, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus brew and fine powder from Ruyizhai you mentioned." Yin Huan took Qingya to the small kitchen of the Bauhinia Court, "Sister Qingya, you came just in time, help me, I'll come Do."

"Miss Seven, what do you want to eat? We made it and sent it to you. Why do you have to do it yourself?" The cook in the kitchen saw that Yin Huan wanted to scoop up her sleeves and come up to make pastries by herself, so she hurriedly stopped her. If it burns a little, they will be the ones to suffer.

"Ms. Ma, it's okay. I'll just stand far away. If you watch from the side, it's okay." Yin Huan is just fighting back now. She stood on the table where the cook usually chops vegetables and kneads noodles, took A basin, poured some flour into it, and said to Madam Ma who was behind her, "Please Madam Ma, please add some water here."

Madam Ma ladled some water into the basin, not daring to relax for a moment, Qing Ya rolled up Yin Huan's sleeves and raised her skirt, Yin Huan stretched out his hands to mix the flour and water and kneaded it into a dough Put it in a basin, and took the gauze on the side, covered it in a decent way, and let it ferment for a while.

Qing Ya wiped off the sweat for her, and when she saw that some flour was still on her face, she smiled and wiped it off with a handkerchief, "Miss, if you keep rubbing like this, you should turn into a cat."

Yin Huan secretly stuck out his tongue and licked the flour at the corner of his mouth, and smiled at the two stunned cooks, "I won't occupy the kitchen for a long time, don't worry."

"Miss Seven, that's not what we mean, we're just afraid that the sparks in the kitchen will hurt you."

"Don't worry, I'll pay attention." Yin Huan stood by the door of the small kitchen, waited for the dough to ferment, put it on the board and started kneading, the little man worked hard to knead the dough, but if he didn't have enough strength, he would do it a little At one o'clock, Yin Huan's rubbing hands became sore, and Aunt Ma behind her couldn't stand it any longer, so she came over to take the rest from her hand, and rubbed it in two or three strokes.

Yin Huan then took the small wooden shelf on one side, pressed the kneaded dough in a thin layer, then took the sweet-scented osmanthus brew in Qingya's hand, brushed it carefully, sprinkled the pickled sweet-scented osmanthus , and added a thin layer, and after three layers, Yin Huan took apart the shelf.

A square prototype appeared in front of him. Yin Huan asked Mrs. Ma to help put it into the steamer, while he stared at the blazing fire.

"Miss, it will take a while, why don't you wash it first?" Qing Ya suggested that it would take at least half an hour to steam.

"Alright." Yin Huan glanced at the flour stained on the skirt and nodded...

In the evening Yin Huan took the food box to Mu's house, put the food box on the table, Yin Huan took out the plate and said to Ru Hua, "Sister Ru Hua, mother hasn't come back yet?"

"The death day of the master is approaching. The old lady went to Nanshan Temple to ask for a ritual at the beginning of the year. The lady went to arrange the residence of the elders of Nanshan Temple." Ruhua looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. , asked curiously, "Didn't you make this sweet-scented osmanthus cake yourself?"

Yin Huan smiled embarrassingly, "It's a lot worse than Mrs. Ma's cooking." A look of surprise flashed in Ruhua's eyes, and Miss Qi went to the kitchen to make pastries for his wife.

The voice of Siqi came from outside the house, "Who are you talking about making Ruhua?" As soon as he came in and saw Yin Huan, he said to Mrs. Mu who came in later, "Ma'am, you still said that I should invite the young lady. Already here."

"Ma'am, the young miss cooks for you the cakes, please try it quickly." Ruhua took the coat from Mu Shi and hung it on the shelf. Seeing Yin Huan blushing, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Mother, Yin Huan is clumsy, it's not half as good as Mrs. Ma's cut." Yin Huan said shyly when she saw that she had eaten two pieces.

"From now on, I'll leave these things to the cook. What if I burn my hands and leave scars." A smile appeared on Mu's tired face, and she took her to his side, "Tomorrow, the ceremony needs to be changed." Siqi will send my clothes to you later, so I will rest early tonight."

"Mother, eat more. I heard that if you are in a bad mood, eat more sweets, and your mood will naturally improve. Tomorrow's ceremony, mother should rest earlier."

Seeing her concerned look, Mrs. Mu reached out and took another piece, broke off half and put it in his mouth, and fed the other half to her, "Okay, I will rest early."

After seeing off Yin Huan, Mrs. Mu looked at this plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and seemed to really feel some sweetness, and the depression in her heart eased a little...

The ceremony was very big, even more complicated than that at Gu Yulang's funeral. Yin Huan was wearing plain white clothes and knelt on the futon, watching the elders of Nanshan Temple chanting sutras there.

This ceremony lasted for three days, and Gu's family would also eat fast for three days. Yin Huan, who had been kneeling for a day, followed Mrs. Mu to Mrs. Gu's yard after eating the fast.

Mrs. Gu also invited a great elder from Nanshan Temple for this ceremony, and the elder named Sikong who Yin Huan entered was helping Mrs. Gu to see the face.

"I'm an old bone, so there's nothing to be afraid of." Mrs. Gu looked at the great elder, and said openly, "I just hope that the Gu family will be well, and I can be considered worthy of the dead master. .”

"It's good for Mrs. Gu to think so." Sikong withdrew his hand and touched the Buddhist beads in his hand with a calm smile.

"Elder Sikong, I have an unsolicited invitation today, let's show these children." Seeing that Yin Huan and the Mu family had arrived, Mrs. Gu smiled and moved a thick red envelope to Elder Sikong.

Gu Yinyue came up to him first, Sikong took a look at her face, took her hand and looked at it carefully, "Miss Gu, this poor monk has a word for you, sometimes there is a hit, and there is no time to force it." what."

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of everyone present changed a little, especially Mrs. Gu. Elder Sikong added slowly, "Miss Gu is a rich man, so don't worry, Mrs. Gu."

Mrs. Gu beckoned Gu Yinyue to her side, patted her on the back lightly to comfort her, the inscrutable words of Elder Sikong moved the hearts of all the people present. Don't force it when you hit it.

"Grand Elder, how can my little girl resolve your words?" Seeing her daughter looking a little frightened, Yan asked worriedly.

"Don't force anything." Elder Sikong only said these five words and refused to say more about Gu Yinyue. Mrs. Gu comforted her and let her go to Yan's place. Gu Yinyue read it , as the eldest son, Yin Huan is also indispensable.

Elder Sikong took Yin Huan's outstretched hand, only looked at his eyes for a moment of surprise, then raised his head and stretched out his other hand to push away Yin Huan's flowing sea, and asked in a voice that only two people could hear , "The girl's palmistry is really strange."

Yin Huan was afraid that he would be able to see something, so his little hands trembled, and he asked in a low voice, "Elder, is it okay?"

Sikong shook his head, his voice raised slightly, "It's not bad, it's weird."

Could it be that the two children didn't look well? Mrs. Gu felt a little uneasy when she saw Elder Sikong frowning.

"Elder, this..." Mrs. Gu stretched out his hand to stop her as soon as she spoke, let Yin Huan sit down, and carefully looked at her hands, "Miss Gu, your palm reading is really strange, It stands to reason that your life will not be very good, and you may even die unexpectedly." Sikong pointed to the lifeline in Yin Huan's palm and it broke in the middle, and there was no way to continue. Go directly to the front and connect with this company, forming a new life."

Another line extended from the end of the palm, directly crossing the broken and disappearing line to the direction where the lifeline started, thus becoming two kinds of lives in the eyes of Great Elder Sikong.

Yin Huan trembled all over, her drooping eyes concealed the panic in her eyes, her previous life was rough and she died unexpectedly, but she was reborn, as shown on this palm, she has a different new life, but who would believe that Back from the dead, and in this way of going back to the past.

"Elder, will this new life be full of ups and downs?" Mrs. Gu couldn't help asking.

"Madam Gu, don't worry, Ms. Gu will live a long and happy life." Sikong felt Yin Huan's trembling hand and patted it lightly, "Don't be afraid, even if this is the case, it is destiny."

"Yin Huan used to be the concubine of the third room of the Gu family, but now she has adopted me and the master's only daughter, is this the new destiny that the elder said?" Seeing the strange atmosphere, Mrs. Mu asked.

"So that's how it is." Elder Sikong let go of Yin Huan's hand. Even if he doubted the palmistry, among such people, he could only speak half-truths and half-falsely. Overshadowed, there is no need to worry, this life is very good."

Mrs. Gu's complexion looks better now, no matter how hard she lived in the third room in the past, in short, it's enough for her to come to the big room.
Yin Huan walked back to Mrs. Mu with weak legs, and was quite frightened. Mrs. Mu held her in his arms and patted her on the back gently. Elder Sikong took another look at Yin Huan, I always feel that the palmistry has been changed so completely without the matter of the heir, but he has accepted invitations from countless aristocratic families, so he is very clear about what to say and what not to say.

Afterwards, Elder Sikong didn't let those who were sitting there see it again. Yin Huan's sentence of dying unexpectedly scared many people. Even though it was her old life, in their eyes she was lucky enough to get her life back.

A few days after the ceremony ended, the weather became much colder. In Yingchun courtyard, Aunt Qian accidentally slipped while taking a walk early in the morning. Her fetus was gassy, ​​and she was about to give birth early...

(End of this chapter)