Agui followed him and whispered: "Master, the Marquis's wife is over there."
Of course he saw it because he was not blind.
An Qi'en was about to say something to Bai Lu when he turned his head and saw Lu Bochu not far away.
The two people's eyes collided, and An Qien walked over and said, "Brother Bochu."
The smell of alcohol on Lu Bochu's body filled the air, and his cold white face turned red.
"Where are the goldfish?"
Although he smelled of alcohol, his voice was as usual.
"Yes." She responded lightly.
Lu Bochu came over and looked at the goldfish in the green pond with her.
He suddenly said meaningfully: "If this fish is not imprisoned in the pond, it will be more free, but it will also quickly become difficult to survive. Not everywhere is water."
An Qien said calmly: "Brother Bochu is right."
Lu Bochu frowned imperceptibly and glanced at An Qien, thinking that she had really big ideas.
He added: "You think this fish leaves the water, where else can it go?"
An Qi'en didn't know what he meant, and replied softly: "Water can carry a boat and capsize it. Everyone in the world thinks that fish stay in the water, but only the fish themselves know whether they stay in the water or the toilet. It can carry it. Wherever you go, isn’t it all your own destiny?”
Lu Bochu frowned slightly and looked at the goldfish swimming happily in the pond. He pointed at one of the goldfish and said, "Look, that goldfish is the smartest. It doesn't like this environment and doesn't become one with them. It finds its way quietly." After finding the living space behind Mount Jia, every fish understands that the rule of survival is to be prepared for everything.”
An Qi'en heard the meaning behind his words, and he was trying to tease her, but he didn't make his words too clear.
It must have been Qiao Jianghong who said something that attracted Lu Bochu's attention.
She thought he might be kindly advising her to learn how to survive and gain the favor of her husband.
"Brother Bochu, you see everything clearly."
"You take your time and watch, I'll go and let the alcohol out."
After saying this, Lu Bochu walked towards the small bamboo forest.
An Qi Enfu looked behind him for a while and the goldfish also left.
When he returned home in the afternoon, Qiao Jianghong still smelled of alcohol. It was two servants who helped him into the carriage.
An Qi'en did not follow him in the same carriage. The two carriages returned to the Hou Mansion one after the other.
Mother Wu went to Qiu Shuiju to invite An Qien to Anhe Hall.
When An Qien came to Anhe Hall, Mrs. Liu was also there.
She said: "Grandma, mother."
Mrs. Qiao gave her a seat. After An Qien sat down, the maid made tea with great discernment.
After the old lady asked about the daily life in An Mansion, she started to ask about the business: "In a few days, your parents' family will hold a banquet for Jinshi. How do you plan to prepare the gifts?"
An Qi'en replied: "If you give too many gifts, there won't be much left in the warehouse of the Hou Mansion. Those who give them will lose the face of the Hou Mansion. Qi En doesn't know what to do."
Mrs. Qiao thought deeply: "You can't lose the face of the Hou Mansion in front of all the guests. Your brother is in high school, and the Hou Mansion has also benefited from it. He will inevitably need his support in the future. Don't be stingy about giving gifts."
Mrs. Liu frowned and wondered: "But if we, a big family, give gifts too well, we will have a long life in the future. How will we live?"
She suddenly thought of something and then said: "In a few days, my distant relatives are coming. If this is too stingy, my parents' family will not be able to hold their heads up."
Mrs. Qiao frowned and pinched the Buddhist beads in her hand. She felt very depressed. According to the situation, the Hou Mansion was getting worse day by day.
In desperation, she said: "I, an old woman, will prepare the gifts. Qi'en, please urge your husband and your brother to move around more."
"Yes, Grandma."
An Qi'en felt extremely proud that the old lady was finally willing to take out the things in her hands.
She has a lot of things in her hands, including gold, silver, jewelry, rare antiques, fields and estates, and a large dowry.
Over the years, Mrs. Qiao has held these things tightly and never took them out.
At the moment, there is nothing that can be taken out of the Hou Mansion's warehouse. She can't let the Hou Mansion lose face and can only take things out of her own small vault.
An Qi'en remembered that in the last life, most of the old lady's things were in Shen Shuli's hands.
In this life, she will make Shen Shuli's hair invisible.
After discussing the matter, Mrs. Qiao asked Mrs. Liu: "Why are your distant relatives who are out of reach doing here?"
"My distant niece has reached marriageable age and wants to find a good family in the city. So why don't you ask me for help?"
"There is still less contact. Now that we have opened our mouths, all those poor relatives have come in droves."
Mrs. Qiao doesn't like poor relatives coming to her house.
Mrs. Liu lowered her head and responded: "Yes, mother."
...
Shen Shuli has passed the day of confinement. Shen Shuli felt sour again when she heard that the mansion had prepared many gifts for Anfu.
Why should these good things be given to An Qien's family? These good things should be left to her son.
She felt uncomfortable, and Qiao Jianghong could not see anyone: "Xiang Zhu, where is the prince?"
Xiang Zhu replied respectfully: "The prince is at Madam's place, preparing gifts."
Shen Shuli was even more dissatisfied: "If the old lady has not prepared it for her, why does the prince still need to prepare it?"
"There are some complicated matters here that need to be discussed by the prince and his wife."
Shen Shuli was full of opinions. She glanced at the window and accidentally saw Qing Cui and her maid about to go out.
She also took Xiang Zhu out neatly. When she met Qingcui, as a cheap concubine, she should say hello first to the good concubine.
But Shen Shuli relied on Qiao Jianghong's favor and glanced at Qing Cui condescendingly.
Shen Shuli has no other concubines in her heart. She has all Qiao Jianghong's love, which is confidence for her!
Xiaozhi reminded Shen Shuli: "Auntie, when you meet my master, you have to say hello and call me sister."
"Snapped!"
Shen Shuli slapped Xiaozhi directly on the face with a sharp slap. She cast a cold look in her eyes, and Xiaozhi covered her face and turned red with her eyes reddened by the force.
"Who do you think you are, you still deserve to teach me how to do things!"
Qing Cui's face was ugly. It depends on the owner to hit the dog. Shen Shuli's slap was not for the maid, but for her!
Qingcui couldn't swallow this breath, so she raised her hand and slapped Xiang Zhu.
Xiang Zhu covered his face in grievance and asked with a cry: "Auntie, what did I do wrong? Please give me some advice."
Qing Cui stared at Shen Shuli with a fierce face and said word by word: "Your master is ignorant, and you are also ignorant? Don't you know how to teach her to obey the rules? She is a concubine, and she must abide by the rules of a concubine!"
Shen Shuli sneered, gave Qingcui a contemptuous look, and walked away arrogantly.
Green Qi's hands clenched into fists, and there was a fire in his heart.
The two arrived at Qiushui Residence one after the other.
When they saw An Qi'en, they both greeted An Qi'en politely.
An Qien and Qiao Jianghong were sitting on the couch and had just finished discussing the gifts.
