An Qien asked calmly: "What's wrong with you two coming together?"
Qingcui replied softly: "I have been recovering recently and haven't come to say hello to Madam. Today I feel better and will come to say hello to Madam."
Shen Shuli also pretended to say: "Shuli is also here to pay my respects to Madam. Thank you Madam for giving me such a good maid. She is well fed and clothed. Thank you Madam for being so considerate of Shuli."
"You both sit down."
An Qien glanced at Qingbi, who immediately brought stools to the two aunts.
The two of them thanked An Qi'en for their blessings. After sitting down, Qingcui smiled slightly and said: "I congratulate you on such a great happy event for Madam's family. I have nothing to offer, I just want a jujube heart pen."
With that said, Qingcui took something out of her sleeves and handed it to An Qien with both hands.
An Qi'en took it. The pen box looked exquisite on the outside, with delicate patterns. When he opened the pen box, there was a jujube-centered pen containing Yuanjian ink.
"You have a heart."
Qingcui saw that An Qien was very satisfied with the gift, and the smile on her face became more natural: "This is what I should do, but this gift is a little shabby compared to other gifts, and I am afraid of losing my wife's face." ."
An Qi'en smiled knowingly and said softly: "Zhao Zi of the Southern Song Dynasty said that it is appropriate to use a jujube-shaped pen for cursive writing because of its graceful and graceful appearance. However, this pen must be used sharply, and it is not shabby."
Qingcui didn't understand this, she didn't even understand the meaning of the poem, but the lady's face was smiling, and she could tell that this gift was very satisfactory to her.
Shen Shuli glanced at the pen with disdain and said in a strange tone: "I heard that scholars prefer to use loose bamboo brushes and wolf-hair brushes. Madam, I am not a talkative concubine. Your mother-in-law has never seen any good pens. If you give me one as a gift, If you pass by Zaoxinbi, I'm afraid you will lose face."
"Since you know you're talking too much, I'll slap you twice and teach you a lesson." An Qi'en's tone was soft, but full of momentum.
After saying that, she calmly picked up the tea and waited to see Shen Shuli slap her.
Shen Shuli looked ugly and said hurriedly: "Madam, I know my fault. I shouldn't talk too much. I am sincerely doing it for your own good, so I am bold."
After finishing speaking, Shen Shuli looked at Qiao Jianghong for help.
Qiao Jianghong coughed lightly and said to An Qien in a gentle voice: "Qien, Shuli's original intention is for the good of the Hou Mansion and the An Mansion, so don't argue with her."
An Qi'en took a sip of tea calmly, then placed the teacup on the table and smiled at Shen Shuli.
"Since the prince has spoken, forget it. I'm just trying to scare you. Your face is so beautiful. It would be a pity if it gets damaged."
Shen Shuli just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard An Qien say: "From what you said, I know you are very good at pens. I am thinking of giving my brother a few more pens. Aunt Shuli can help me."
Shen Shuli smiled awkwardly. How could she have the connections to get a good brush? Even if she had, An Qi'en would not be cheap.
She just overheard two scholars talking about pens before.
"Madam, I am a poor concubine. I am a humble concubine. I am really unable to get a pen to put on the table. Please forgive me, madam."
Qiao Jianghong smoothed things over and said, "The pen Qingcui gave me is very nice and thoughtful."
Qing Cui lowered her eyebrows: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."
An Qien pursed her lips and smiled, then changed the subject elsewhere: "You guys live in the same courtyard, how comfortable is it?"
The smile on Qingcui's face disappeared and she replied respectfully: "Thank you madam for your concern. I live in a good place."
The concubine cannot have her own yard, so complaining is useless and will leave a bad impression on the prince. It is better to swallow this breath.
Shen Shuli replied: "I live well in a poor house. Thank you madam for your consideration."
"As long as you live well, you can only raise the fetus well if you are happy."
Qiao Jianghong was very satisfied with An Qien's magnanimity and virtuousness, and said gently: "From now on, you two, take good care of yourself and let my wife worry less."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The two of them replied in unison.
After chatting for a while, Qingcui and Shen Shuli returned to Liuxiang Pavilion.
As soon as she returned to Liuxiang Pavilion, Shen Shuli smashed the tea cup on the table angrily and cursed angrily: "That bitch, using a broken pen to flatter me! What's the use? Do you think your life will be easier if you flatter Madam?" The beauty!”
Xiaozhi reminded her: "Auntie, please calm down, it will be bad if you are overheard."
Shen Shuli's voice was so loud, even though she was from the same courtyard, it was hard not to hear her.
Shen Shuli was not afraid. Instead, she deliberately shouted in the direction of the green door: "So what if you hear it, a bitch is a bitch!"
Qingcui was scolded so much that she clenched her handkerchief tightly and gritted her teeth, not daring to fight back!
Xiaozhi could only close the doors and windows tightly, but Shen Shuli's scolding became louder and louder. Qingcui's heart was filled with fire and her stomach ached with anger.
Xiaozhi hurriedly helped her to rest on the couch: "Auntie, you can't fall into her trap. She just wants you to be angry and wants your fetus to be in danger. We are not angry, we are not angry."
Qing Cui blushed with anger and sat on the couch and took a deep breath. What Xiao Zhi said made sense, she couldn't let Shen Shuli succeed.
Xiaozhi continued: "Auntie, as long as you give birth to a brother safely, life will be easy. Madam is so kind to you, and she will definitely treat our brother better than that bitch's child."
Qing Cui clenched her fists, Shen Shuli wanted to have a baby, no way!
...
In the evening, Qiao Jianghong came to Shen Shuli's room.
The two of them were lying on the bed. Shen Shuli lay tenderly in Qiao Jianghong's arms and said aggrievedly: "Brother Jiang Hong, the whole family is going to the Anfu banquet tomorrow, can I go?"
"Of course you can't go. Anfu has objections to you. You'd better keep a low profile and stay at home. I'll buy you a jade bracelet when you come back."
Shen Shuli muttered with grievance and a cry: "It's really good, Mrs. Envy. With such a powerful mother-in-law, it's not like I have nothing but Brother Jiang Hong. Brother Jiang Hong, you will love me forever, right?"
As soon as the last note fell, Shen Shuli looked at Qiao Jianghong with gentle and affectionate eyebrows.
Qiao Jianghong nodded and comforted her: "Don't worry, I will be good to you."
"But madam..."
"Don't worry, Qi En is not that small-minded, she is a good woman."
Shen Shuli was unhappy. The higher Qiao Jianghong's evaluation of An Qien, the more uneasy she felt.
On the surface she couldn't show it, she had to let Qiao Jianghong always love her for her softness.
An Qi'en is ready to return to her parents' home tomorrow.
She told Bai Lu: "Tomorrow, if the horse walks away, you will ask someone to send a message to Shen Shuli and ask her to attend the banquet in An Mansion. Just say that the prince agreed."
The three masters and servants lit oil lamps, An Qien sat on the couch, and Bai Lu Qingbi stood on both sides.
Bai Lu: "Madam, don't worry, I have already explained this matter."
An Qien glanced at Qingbi and said, "Qingbi, have Doctor Jiang made arrangements?"
Qingbi replied: "Madam has made arrangements. Doctor Jiang has already left today and will be back in three to five days."
