The Plum Garden is the garden closest to Fushou Garden. Mrs. Ye used to hold plum blossom appreciation banquets when she was young, and she was somewhat famous in the capital.
There are several kinds of precious wintersweet planted in the garden. As soon as Ye Jintang passed through the Moon Gate, he vaguely smelled the faint fragrance of plum blossoms and the sound of girls reciting poems and playing together.
The corners of her lips were slightly raised. Mrs. Ye wanted to bury her in the crowd, but she was really looking down on her.
To go to the Yejia Temple, you must pass through the middle of the plum garden.
Ye Jintang held the scriptures in his arms and hurried toward the family temple with his two maids.
Her big round eyes kept looking around, looking for Mrs. Xuanpinghou.
Women from the Tianqin Kingdom are generally not very tall, but Mrs. Xuanpinghou's tall one is very easy to find.
Seeing the target person, Ye Jintang did not dare to delay and immediately walked in her direction.
"Why."
Ye Jintang screamed in surprise, and the scriptures and leaflets in his hands were scattered on the floor.
The north wind blows, and the thin paper flies far away.
The ladies standing in the plum forest admiring the plum blossoms had noticed Ye Jintang's movements as early as when she almost fell down. After all, her white moon-colored clothes were still very conspicuous in winter.
Mrs. Xuanpinghou, who was closest to Ye Jintang, picked up a scripture from the ground.
"Miss Six, you copied this."
"Exactly."
Ye Jintang took two steps forward, saluted Mrs. Xuanpinghou, and reached out to take the scripture from her.
"I can see that the handwriting on it is pretty good, but I can't understand what you used to write it with. It doesn't look like ink."
"Mrs. Huihou, I use a black silk pen. If I write with a brush, it will be slower. I am in a hurry, so I use a black silk pen."
"Oh? When copying scriptures, it is best to copy them when you are calm. If you copy just for the sake of copying scriptures, it is just a waste of time."
"What Mrs. Hou said is that this scripture was copied for my late parents. Their ashes are still in the family temple and have not been buried in the ancestral grave. In order to allow them to be buried in peace as soon as possible, I want to copy the scripture as soon as possible. good."
"When you say this, I don't understand even more. What does your parents being buried in ancestral tombs have to do with copying scriptures."
Ye Jintang felt happy. Mrs. Xuanpinghou was indeed someone who liked gossip, and every question she asked was so appropriate.
So she was very generous and told Mrs. Xuanpinghou the reason.
Her voice was not loud, but everyone around her heard her clearly.
After receiving the news, the old lady was afraid that Ye Jintang would say something shocking again, so she quickly asked Grandma Sun to call her over to talk.
"Didn't I just say that I was not in good health and wanted to go back to rest? Why did I run out again now?"
Mrs. Ye frowned slightly, looking unhappy.
Ye Jintang is really a troublemaker. As long as she appears, nothing good will happen.
"Back to grandma, I have copied all the scriptures you gave to my granddaughter. My granddaughter wants to take them to the family temple to show to my parents and tell them that it won't take long before grandma will bury them in the Ye family's ancestral grave."
Ye Jintang's words were impeccable and she directly told everyone present that if she copied the scriptures, her parents could be buried in the Ye family's ancestral grave.
If Mrs. Ye regrets it, then she will wait for Mrs. Xuanpinghou to publicize the matter.
When the time comes, let alone Mrs. Ye, even the reputation of Danyang Houfu will be completely lost.
How can we say that Ye Li is a legitimate descendant of the Hou family, he has been listed in the Ye family tree, and he is also a fifth-rank court official. It is neither reasonable nor reasonable for the Marquis of Danyang to allow him to be buried in the ancestral grave.
At that time, even if Mrs. Ye had a million and one million reluctances, she could only hold her nose and admit it.
When he thought of Mrs. Ye's furious look, the corners of Ye Jintang's mouth couldn't help but rise.
In order to prevent others from seeing her smiling, she quickly lowered her head.
But this little gesture was something else in the eyes of the ladies and girls present.
They all knew that Ye Liuye had just passed away a few months ago, leaving Ye Jintang an orphan in the sixth room.
Now seeing her thinking about her parents at such a young age, she couldn't help but feel a bit of pity and sadness in her heart.
Looking at Ye Jintang and the two little maids behind her, there are quite a few scriptures in their hands.
If Mrs. Ye asked her to copy this, I'm afraid she would have been copying scriptures since she entered the Marquis Mansion without doing anything else.
The wives and girls who have lived in the inner house for many years naturally know exactly what Ye Jintang is copying scriptures.
It is said that orphans have a hard life, but now that they see Ye Jintang in this state, everyone feels pity for her even more.
She had no parents to take care of her at a young age, and her grandmother didn't like her. From now on, she would have to make a living under the old lady's hands, and I'm afraid her life would be even more difficult.
Mrs. Ye, who was sitting in the upper seat, looked at Ye Jintang's nervous and frightened look and simply didn't know what to say.
"Liu Yatou has copied the scriptures so quickly? Are you trying to trick grandma?"
At this moment, Mrs. Ye did not believe that Ye Jintang could copy the scriptures in such a short time.
There are probably tens of thousands of words in those scriptures, and it would be impossible to copy them all within a few days even if I didn't sleep.
Maybe this was another trick played by Ye Jintang, who wanted to take advantage of so many people and force her to agree to bury Lao Liu in the ancestral grave.
At her age, she has eaten more salt than she has walked, so if you want to play tricks on her, she is still a little green.
"Mother Sun, go and get all the copied scriptures and take a closer look to see if they were really copied by Liu Yatou herself."
As she spoke, Mrs. Ye's eyes fell on Ye Jintang.
"Sixth girl, if I find out that you failed to copy the scriptures properly and are full of lies, I will ask you to go to the family temple to reflect for three months. Then don't say that your grandmother is cruel. This is also for your own good."
"My granddaughter doesn't dare."
Ye Jintang answered very neatly. She wished that Mrs. Ye would carefully check the copied scriptures.
The bigger the incident gets, the higher the chance her parents will be buried in their ancestral graves.
Grandma Sun, along with several other mothers and maids, took out scriptures and compared them.
Fortunately, Mrs. Ye had enough maids and women waiting for her. If there were not so many scriptures, I don’t know how long it would take for her to get it right.
The small plum blossom appreciation banquet in the plum forest was originally intended to give the girls who came to the banquet today a chance to show off themselves.
As a result, Ye Jintang made such a fuss that everyone could only stop and see how the old lady dealt with the scriptures first.
Ye Yanran, who was standing in the crowd, was so angry that her little white teeth almost broke.
She originally wanted to use the plum blossom appreciation banquet to showcase her literary talents and make her reputation as the most talented woman in the capital even more famous.
For this reason, she also specially asked other noble ladies to show off their talents first, and she would come out to compose poems later. This way, the comparison with those in front of her could better show her literary talent.
As a result, everything was arranged, and just when she was about to compose a poem, Ye Jintang came by chance with his scriptures.
After being disturbed by her, even if they were sent away, others would not be in the mood to listen to her poetry anymore.
The more Ye Yanran thought about it, the angrier she became, and the handkerchief in her hand almost broke into pieces.
She really hated Ye Jintang more and more.
