"My mother taught me that Baoyu was naughty and made my mother unhappy. She just asked him to move out. The son is..." Jia Zheng said hurriedly. This dynasty rules the world with filial piety. The grandson made his grandmother unhappy and wanted to send him out. , this is not a fight?
"Alas!" Ou Mengmeng sighed, walked to the edge of the execution bench, and looked at the seven-year-old young lady, "Baoyu, do you know what's wrong?"
"Grandson..." Baoyu really cried until she was about to die, "Old ancestor, please save your grandson!"
"Stop crying, your father is right to beat you. Look at you from head to toe, dressed in gold and silver, red and green, and even the soles of your feet are covered in powder. No one told you that your cousin from the Lin family is coming today? Your aunt passed away less than a hundred days ago. When your cousin entered the house, she only dared to wear plain clothes but did not dare to wear mourning. This was her consciousness as a guest. What about you? Don’t you have any empathy?" Ou Mengmeng supported her crutches. Said slowly.
Baoyu was stunned. He was originally a kind-hearted boy. He would even get things that the maids liked for them and keep them for them. So now, when I heard what the old lady said, I looked at my very small cousin covering her face and crying silently, and felt embarrassed, "Oh, I'm sorry, sister. I'm so rude to my brother. "
At this moment, Wang Xifeng shrank her neck and secretly felt happy. After being robbed by the fake mother-in-law, she just went back to the house and looked in the mirror.
She had dressed up carefully this morning. She wore a golden eight-treasure bun with pearls on her head, a hairpin with five Chaoyang phoenixes hanging on it; a red gold plate with a chivalry necklace on her neck; a bean-green palace strip and a pair of balances tied around her skirt. He wears a rose-colored robe, a narrow red satin coat with gold and butterfly flowers, and a colorful emerald green and silver rat coat with carved silk threads. Underneath, he wears an emerald flower-strewn crepe skirt. A truly rich and beautiful woman. She just likes to dress up in such a lively way to let the whole family know that she is this kind of person.
What my mother-in-law said just now, even though I knew she didn't have any good intentions, she was somewhat right. I had worn it at the wrong time.
So I immediately called Ping'er, and changed into a silver dark floral satin coat, paired with a plain azurite silver rat coat, and the emerald flowered crepe skirt was also changed to a lake green palace silk pleated skirt. The jewelry was replaced with a set of pearl and silver jewelry, and the whole person became less arrogant and more delicate like a young daughter-in-law. Even Gang Jia Lian came in and helped him change. Ping'er has always been plain and simple, and only changed her gold necklace to a silver one. Now they are in contrast to the girls and women inside and outside the hall.
Now that the old lady who dotes on Baoyu doesn't say that the master made a mistake, it can be seen that she has given herself face by letting herself out in the west courtyard just now.
Sanchun next to them took a step back because they hadn't gone to see Miss Lin today, so they hadn't set eyes on the old lady yet. At this time, the three of them were dressed exactly the same, all dressed in pink, with the same gold hairpins, gold bracelets, and gold necklaces. Although they were not as eye-catching as the jade, strictly speaking, they were wrong.
Wang Xifeng saw it and hurriedly waved her hand, telling them to go back and change quickly, but not to cause trouble here. Miharu stopped worrying about Baoyu and ran away quickly. I was afraid that Ou Mengmeng would see it.
"You bastard!" Sure enough, Jia Zheng heard what the old lady said, and when he looked at his son, he suddenly felt a little fuzzy. He scanned the outside again, and found that fortunately, the masters were all plain, but the servants around him were able to do it. The people in the hall were all respectable people, and none of them were wearing gold and silver, and they were really ready to vomit blood. So the old lady has not had an attack for so many years and has been enduring it to this day, but she really can't bear it anymore.
Even though Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng were the housekeepers of the second room, he knew very well that Mrs. Wang had the final say in this household, so in fact it was Mrs. Wang who failed to take care of the son and servants. Otherwise, the house of Mr. and Mrs. Wang Xifeng, the master and the servant are all clean, but there is a problem on Mrs. Wang’s side! Suddenly he turned back and glared at Mrs. Wang.
"I asked Baoyu to move out, not because I made a mistake, but because he is already seven years old. Now that Daiyu is here, why is he still hanging around in the house." Ou Mengmeng didn't care about that and continued to talk. Let me talk about Baoyu's mistakes first, and then explain that I didn't drive away just because he made a mistake.
"The old lady is absolutely right." Jia Zheng suppressed his dissatisfaction and responded with fear.
Ou Mengmeng's scalp was a little numb. Really, none of her office directors would be so numb.
"I mean, he is only seven years old, so who chose these clothes and how did he let him wear them? If the child is not sensible, don't the people in charge also understand? Usually, it is just because they are afraid that the children are not sensible that they let him wear it. These women are following you all the time. How do you follow them?" Ou Mengmeng didn't expect Jia Zheng to understand. She said coldly to Wang Xifeng, "I know those women, and I love them on weekdays. Telling tales, enriching one's own pockets, doing good things, and doing a lot of bad things. Now that I have said this, I will take offense and tie up the nanny of the second girl and the third girl. Brother Feng, you took someone to confiscate them. house. If there were no things belonging to my brothers and sisters, I would hang them upside down."
Wang Xifeng didn't dare to speak anymore and went down by herself. There is nothing to worry about. There are many women around Baoyu, several of whom are tied up, but there is only one of Yingchun and Tanchun, who was still cursing and ordering the little maids to change the girl's clothes and jewelry. This plain-colored jewelry is not often worn on weekdays. Like Yingchun's nanny, she had stolen it long ago. Now she wants it suddenly, but she can't take it out. All of a sudden, the whole Yingchun room is jumping up and down.
Mr. Mammy claimed that the little girls had stolen it, and he also said that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes, so he gave birth to Yingchun...
Just when he was scolding him vigorously, Wang Xifeng's men came and didn't bother to say anything. They just covered his mouth and tied him out. Nothing was said at all.
Although Tanchun's nanny is not a good thing, there is Aunt Zhao in front of her. Talking about Tanchun's things, she really does not make up for Aunt Zhao less, so she is a bit unjust. However, this time, even Baoyu's The nanny and the nun in charge were all tied up, and even Tanchun, who had always been flamboyant, did not dare to speak.
In fact, Ou Mengmeng didn't remember what happened to Baoyu's nanny, but she remembered that Yingchun's nanny was nothing more than a thing, stealing her things, thinking that she was raising a sister, and treating a good young lady like a maid. Taking advantage of Baoyu's opportunity, he cleared the people out first. Otherwise, it will not be easy to break this girl back.
The little girls next to Tanchun and Yingchun were happy. These women usually felt that they had given milk to their brothers and sisters, so they felt they were superior to others. This was a monster that could only be raised in the Rong Mansion. Anyway, Ou Mengmeng is not used to these people.
Mrs. Wang raised her head, knowing that the people around Baoyu were sent by the old lady, and she couldn't move. But now the old lady took action herself, and even ransacked her home. What's the big deal? For a moment, I even forgot to cry.
