Fortunately, there was movement outside the house soon, and it was Shen Yuyao, the third girl in the house, who came over.
Shen Yuyao is the old lady's biological daughter. The old lady gave birth to her daughter when she was over thirty. It is no exaggeration to say that Shen Yuyao is the old lady's sweetheart and eye-catcher. Especially when she was five or six years old, the old lady lost her husband, and Shen Yuyao lost her father's love. The old lady deeply felt that her daughter's life was miserable, and she regarded her daughter more and more as a treasure.
Not only did the old lady dote on this youngest daughter, but the three elder brothers Shen Tingjun, Shen Tingyi, and Shen Tinglan also took pity on her because she lost her father when she was young, and doted on her.
The third girl was already doted upon, but from then on she wanted the stars instead of the moon. The only unsatisfactory thing in life was the loss of her father at a young age.
The third girl is innocent and innocent, with a shallow dimple on her round face, and a special kind of happiness when she smiles. As soon as she entered Heyan Hall, the whole courtyard became lively.
The third girl first greeted her mother, then met her brother, then met her two sisters-in-law, and then greeted her nephews and nieces one by one.
She was as busy as a butterfly, circling around the room. If it were anyone else, the old lady would have made her dizzy and made Ansheng feel better. But this was the flesh that had fallen off her body, and the old lady felt sorry for her because she had had a baby a few days ago and felt uncomfortable. Now that the child was willing to come out and do some activities, she felt happy and didn't bother to talk to her.
Shen Yuyao had exchanged greetings with everyone in the room, and then she puffed out her baby-fat cheeks and approached her elder brother who was drinking tea with a smile.
The eldest brother's facial lines are clear and clear, and he has a different kind of alienation and indifference. When he looked at people with his deep eyes, he gave people a strong sense of oppression, and he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart.
To be honest, Shen Yuyao dared to mess around in front of her second brother and behave in front of her third brother, but in front of her eldest brother, she couldn't help but be careful, let alone pestering him to fulfill her wishes, she even had to be careful about what she said.
Even though he knew that his eldest brother loved him very much, as long as he asked for it, his eldest brother would never refuse to give it to him. But the eldest brother has such a heavy dignity that people don't dare to make mistakes in front of him.
Shen Yuyao smiled flatteringly at her eldest brother, her cheeks were sore from the smile, and then she saw her eldest brother raised his eyelids and looked at her, "What's the matter?"
"Hehe, brother, I remember that His Majesty gave you many Dongzhu in the early years, right?"
Shen Tingjun: "I gave them all to my mother. If you want to use them, ask your mother."
Shen Yuyao continued to laugh, "All the ones from my mother were given to me. No, I have used them all over the years. I just wanted to use Dongzhu to make a pair of embroidered shoes these days, but I rummaged through the warehouse and couldn't find two. . I just want to ask, brother, do you have any more?"
Shen Tingjun responded quietly, "No more."
As if struck by lightning, Shen Yuyao's white cheeks were filled with despair, and even her rosy mouth became flat.
Seeing that his sister was pitiful, Shen Tingjun had disappointment in his eyes, and finally said, "I still have a box of Nanzhu. If you use it, I will give it to you later."
Shen Yuyao's sadness turned into joy, and she suddenly beamed with joy, shouting like a chicken pecking at rice, "I want it!" After that, she didn't forget to flatter her eldest brother, "I knew that my eldest brother was the best to me."
The old lady, the second lady, and the third lady listened to all the conversation between the brother and sister. The second lady seemed to be envious, and Zhou Baolu twisted her handkerchief even more jealously. I thought to myself that the Hou Mansion has not been divided yet, should the eldest brother's things be put in the big warehouse? How could I give it all to my sister-in-law? Logically speaking, they should be given three bedrooms.
But she didn't dare to express her thoughts, because her eldest brother was not the heir apparent of the Marquis of Wu'an, but the real helmsman of the Marquis of Wu'an. The eldest brother is Marquis Wu'an, and everything in this mansion belongs to him. If the old lady had not been alive, they would not even have the right to live in the Marquis' mansion.
The two daughters-in-law thought about it, but the old lady couldn't bear to look at it, "You stinky girl knows how to coax your elder brother. What a wonderful Nanzhu, you use it to sew embroidered shoes, I have never seen you waste it like this." Something.”
"Who is ruining things?" A smiling woman's voice suddenly sounded outside the door. At the same time, there was a maid's voice saying hello, "My aunt, are you here? My cousin is here too? The old lady was still reading yesterday As for you, please come to the house quickly."
After a while, the door curtain opened, and sure enough, I saw my aunt walking in with a beautiful woman in apricot clothes, with a slim figure.
Everyone in the room except the old lady stood up to greet her. A smile spread on the lady's rich cheeks. When she saw Shen Tingjun was also there, the lady was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.
Pulling her daughter beside her, the aunt opened her mouth and said, "Xiuwen's landscape painting is always bad. Last time, my nephew told me the secret, and I relayed it to Xiuwen. Xiuwen has not been able to do it in the past two months." I have been studying and practicing diligently, but I don’t know whether it is because I didn’t understand what my nephew meant, or because I lacked a little talent, so my drawings are still not satisfactory. It just so happens that my nephew is taking a bath today, and we happened to meet each other again. Can I personally do it later? Any advice?"
In the silence of the room, he pulled over Xiuwen, whose face seemed to be dyed with clouds, and said, "Your cousin has been busy all day long. He finally took a day off today, and he still has to teach you how to paint. Xiuwen, you can do it later. Give this sachet to your eldest cousin as a thank you, but don’t forget it.”
A woman named Xiu Wen was in her late twenties. She was standing shyly beside her mother. Her almond-shaped eyes looked at her cousin in front of her with a look of shame. Her eyes quickly filled with spring water, and her eyes were full and moving. , unlimited charm.
Wang Xiuwen is my aunt's daughter. She just celebrated her 20th birthday last month. It is rare for her to be unmarried at her age.
Although when the new dynasty was first established, both Taizu and Queen Sheng Zhaoming suggested that the girl should not get married until she was eighteen years old. Most of the courtiers who are charming will keep their girls until they are eighteen. But it's also stuck. All the other rituals are completed before the girl turns eighteen. As soon as the girl passes her eighteenth birthday, she will be married off immediately.
Until now, it has gradually become a custom that most girls get married when they are eighteen years old. It’s true that some people are delayed until they reach 20, but most of them have unspeakable secrets.
For someone like Wang Xiuwen, who has no disease, good looks, and is loved by her family, but she is still unmarried at this age, it can only be said that... she has a big plan.
And what they want to seek is very simple, it is nothing more than the position of Mrs. Wu Anhou.
Two years before she was released, even if she meant it, she would not dare to say such straightforward words in front of her nephew. But Wang Xiuwen is getting older every year, and she really can't delay it any longer, so that's why today's scene happened - the aunt made it clear that she wanted to pack the two of them together. Even if they look ugly, it still doesn't achieve the goal. No.
But before the aunt could explain anything else, a deep and cold voice sounded in the room. Shen Tingjun's eyes were condensed and his tone was cold and inhumane, "Today, my friends in the same department are having fun, so my nephew is going out. If my aunt wants anything, you may as well bother my mother later. There is a daughter who is good at handwriting in the house. As a painter, it would be cheaper for her to instruct my cousin.”
After saying this, without even looking at the livid face of the aunt, and Wang Xiuwen's expression of shame, anger, and tears, she told the old lady a few more words, and then walked out of the door of Heyan Hall.
