Rong's shell-peeling hands stopped, and his voice was cheerful and exciting, "Master is coming back?"
Old Mrs. Yin nodded, "The trustee asked the servant in front of the palace. In the past three or four days, I asked you to come here because I wanted you to arrange the banquet for the master's return. This time, the master suffered a injustice and went to the front of the palace. Si Na has traveled around the world for a while and has acquired bad luck. When he comes back, he needs to get rid of it. You and I know that. We worship Buddha all day long. We are familiar with these things. It is best to ask you to do it. It couldn’t be more appropriate.”
Mrs. Rong pursed her lips and suppressed the joy that raised on her brows, "My wife usually does this, so I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to come here."
Old Mrs. Yin frowned and said, "What is appropriate or not? I think you are suitable. Is it possible that she still has complaints? Just do it. If she really feels something, ask her to come to me."
When Rong saw this, Weiwei stood up and Nuonuo said yes.
Mrs. Yin then turned around and asked Lu Wu to bring the medicine to her and serve her to drink it.
Just by being so patient, the medicine had already cooled down. The moment I took it into my mouth, the bitter taste in my nose mixed with the sourness in my mouth made Mrs. Yin unable to hold back and knocked down the bowl with a flick of her sleeves.
There was a crackling sound like breaking ice, and with terrifying power, countless tiny pieces of porcelain shot out and plunged into Lu Wu's eyes, making her tremble all over.
Rong seemed to be shocked, knelt down, and shouted to Lu Wu: "You guys who don't know how to serve, why don't you apologize to the old lady?"
Only then did Lu Wu regain his composure, and he bowed his head to the broken porcelain on the ground, sobbing again and again.
Old Mrs. Yin covered her mouth and called Mother Hu in repeatedly, "How do you discipline your servants on weekdays, so that such a frivolous guy can be so elegant?"
Mother Hu was so frightened that she quickly knelt down and replied sincerely, "Old lady, the entire family is in charge of the eldest lady, and the management of the servants is naturally under her control. I can't have a hand in this."
After saying that, Mother Hu used her elbow to stretch Lu Wu, who was still crying, and scolded: "You little spine-beating slave, you only know how to cry, why don't you admit your mistake to the old lady quickly?"
Lu Wu's knee was bleeding from the broken porcelain. He was in terrible pain and full of grievances, but he knew that this was not his strong point, so he had no choice but to admit his mistake.
But it was a mistake to admit the mistake, and it was more of a shirk.
"Forgive me, old lady. I didn't mean it. I didn't expect it. The old lady asked me to put the medicine aside. Just by looking at my son, the medicine went cold."
When Mrs. Yin heard this, she became very angry. She covered her mouth with one hand and pointed at the people kneeling in the room with one hand, laughing angrily.
"After all, he was the master who was trained by her. He is really a smart boy. Listen to this talk about your strengths and my weaknesses, but he actually cursed me in a roundabout way. After all, I am old and useless. This The whole family belongs to her, and she has to guide them all!"
"old lady……"
Just as Mrs. Rong opened her mouth, Mrs. Yin interrupted her with a cold look, "You have a harmonious temperament and don't like to make enemies. This is good, but if you are too soft, you become mud and can be pinched by others. If the government is like this, , in the long run, I'm afraid it will stir up a muddy water. You don't understand the reason, I don't blame you, just watch how I manage this house."
These words were full of meaning, and Rong's eyes flickered slightly when he heard them.
But the old lady Yin on the other side turned her head, pointed at Lu Wu, and said to Mother Hu: "Kick this bitch twenty times and throw it out, as well as those who are friends with her on weekdays, sometimes have unclean hands and feet, and like to gossip behind her back." I also grabbed the roots and sent them to Yapo!"
Lu Wu's face was full of fear, and he burst into tears. He didn't care about the broken porcelain in front of him, and his forehead was full of blood. "Old lady, it's my slave who is clumsy and tongue-tied and can't speak, which angered the old lady. Old lady, you are so angry." Mercy, spare this slave this time..."
Old Mrs. Yin couldn't listen, so she grabbed the enamel box from the side and threw it at her, "I see you can't speak, but you can speak tightly. You can make me so angry with just a few words!"
The enamel box was light, but the impact made Lu Wu tremble all over.
The servants came very quickly, swarming in, grabbing Lu Wu's shoulders with a few hands, and then swallowed him down.
I could only hear the wailing that filled the sky outside the house, and the dull sound of sticks beating down, stirring up the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard and spreading in like ripples.
Mrs. Rong then started to console her: "Why is the old lady so angry with my servant? If you don't like her, just send her away."
As he spoke, he held out tea.
The warm water spread down her throat and into her chest, instantly soothing the angry barbs in Old Mrs. Yin's heart, and her face gradually became calmer.
Turning his head, he looked at Mrs. Rong's timid face and the hand that was handed to her. The sleeve edge of her hand was embroidered densely and delicately. For a moment, Lin Lang caught Old Mrs. Yin's eyes. She narrowed her eyes and spoke slowly.
"The servants are easy to get rid of, but where is the mistress? It's the face of the whole family, how can you just get rid of them?"
Rong was a little embarrassed.
Old Mrs. Yin sighed loudly, "When I brought her in as a matchmaker, I valued her background as a court servant and her virtues brought up since childhood. I didn't expect her to be so ungrateful..."
There was a hint of hatred in his tone.
Mrs. Rong's eyes darkened slightly, and then she smiled, "It's probably because Madam has been running the business all day long, and the affairs were too complicated, so she couldn't take care of them for a while. Besides, there are so many people in this house talking, and their words are so precious. I can't guarantee that they are doing one thing in front of me and another behind the scenes, how do you know, Madam?"
These words caused Mrs. Yin to remain silent for a long time. After a while, she raised her eyelids and looked at Rong. "That's what I like about you. You are considerate, gentle and approachable. No wonder I like you."
If you like it, you just like it.
Her background is there, as long as the mistress is in charge of the house, her life as an aunt with a good family background will be over.
Rong's heart was stunned, and she didn't want to expose her shortcomings anymore. She turned her eyes to look at the water stains on the ground. The Linlang box was lying in it, and the sour plums inside had long since fallen out and rolled in the dirty porcelain medicine stains. I took several shots, and with the dim candlelight, there were dots of crystals.
"It's a pity that Sister Bao is so considerate."
Old Mrs. Yin followed Mr. Rong's gaze and said quietly, "It's indeed a pity."
After pondering, Mrs. Yin called Mother Hu in, "Go to Rong Yuexuan and tell the fourth girl to copy diligently and don't be distracted by two things and go to the back room to boil medicine."
These words quickly reached Shen Nanbao's ears.
She was copying the "Women's Commandments" in her room, and seemed very surprised when she heard it. It took her a while to recover, and she smiled at the servant who had delivered the message: "I don't have to worry about it, tell my grandmother for me, just say What she teaches is that you only care about fulfilling your filial piety, but forget to take care of yourself."
The servant received the words and left.
After all, the warnings she received a few days ago had some effect. Seeing such a strange look, Feng Yue was no longer annoyed and muttered, "It's not a thankless effort. I'm too lazy to serve him."
Then he leaned over to sort out the stack of "Female Commandments" and sighed leisurely, "I thought it would take a lot of time to read it ten times, but unexpectedly it only took a few days."
"That's easy to say, come and try."
Shen Nan Baoqing handed over the pen, revealing his calloused knuckles.
Although it was a thin layer, it was enough for Feng Yue to lick it.
"Before I came here, my sister's hands were as fine as silver as snow. In just a few days, these fingers have been polished like this by the pen."
Shen Nanbao withdrew the pen and started dancing on the paper again, "You said something about salt and brine again. It shows that you have a lot of time. In this case, just send these to Jingyi Xuan."
"Jing Yixuan?"
Feng Yue was dumbfounded and looked down at the pile of paper she was holding, with a distressed expression on her face, "Sister, why should I send such well-written words to a big girl? I can just write something casually to pass the time."
Shen Nanbao followed the contents of "Female Commandments" and teased her, "Have you forgotten what I said to you a few days ago? I see that you are not a forgetful person. It can be seen that you only feel sorry for this word. But he doesn’t feel sorry for me.”
Fengyue's little face turned red with embarrassment, and she stamped her feet and said: "Sister, I have wronged my sister. If I don't say anything anymore, I will take it to Jingyixuan right now! Let the big girl take a look at our sister's handwriting!"
After saying that, he rushed out of the door like a gust of wind, sweeping over the branches and branches under the corridor, and the bright petals swayed down, pressing into Shen Nanbao's eyes, filled with warmth.
Fengyue is short-sighted and only focuses on the superficial victory or defeat, but forgets that customers should never leave goods and wealth should not be revealed.
I took this word and showed it to Shen Nanyi. I didn't know why I was jealous, and I was going to cause some trouble in the end.
However, she was loyal. Shen Nanbao did not want to defeat her and had his own considerations.
Let her think so for now.
When the time comes, when the plan is completed, we can explain the reason to her.
Shen Nanbao thought to himself and added another stroke to the paper.
Shen Nanbao did not copy the remaining ten times thoroughly, but she finished it in just over two days. However, she was not in a hurry to send it to her eldest brother's house. Instead, she suppressed it, and after a few days of leisure, she removed the wounds on her face. When I was almost done with it, I changed into a pointed soft satin embroidered petticoat and went to the long house in Bishan.
At this time, the water was clear and the water was shining brightly. Mrs. Yin was lying on the couch to take a nap, with a bottle of cloisonné enamel cauldron in front of her.
The dense cigarette smoke dispersed in the wind, mixed with the moisture in the early spring, and seemed to carry some weight, falling heavily on people's shoulders.
Shen Nanbao didn't dare to make a mistake, and knelt obediently on the Wufu Birthday Carpet. He lowered his head and stared at the patterns on it. After staring at it for a long time, he felt that the dense wiring on it became alive, as if it were alive. To get entangled in her eyes, entangled in her heart.
Shen Nanbao was slightly startled, and after closing his eyes, he found that the pattern was still the same, and what had changed was his own heart.
As she was thinking deeply, Mrs. Yin stopped turning the pages, put down the small table at her hand, and blew out a slight wind, heading straight towards Shen Nanbao's face.
"You copied diligently and the handwriting was passable. However, you probably didn't pay attention. The small regular script you wrote was stagnant and lacked some meaning. It was no better than Sister Yi's. It was strong and powerful, and it had a lot of facial features. The rhythm of it.”
The hands in the armholes were quietly clenched and twisted slightly, and then Shen Nanbao twitched the corners of his lips, "Sister, I have been practicing calligraphy with my wife since I was a child. Naturally, I am better than me who became a monk halfway."
