Since they had to go to court on time at five o'clock every morning, all the officials had to arrive at the palace and wait in line before then, which took a lot of time.
The sky outside was still dark the next day, and the carriage from Yuwen's family came to pick up people.
Prime Minister Su's eyes turned to the guard uniform of the Iron Masked Man several times, and he said reproachfully: "Jin'er, you are going to the General's Mansion, what does it look like to bring the male family members with you?"
Zi Su was wearing an iron wolf mask, and it was difficult for people to ignore him. Su Jin'er had already expected that Mr. Su would ask, so he calmly came up with the words he had thought of before. "Dad, he will."
I have a little fist and a lot of strength, but my daughter is not familiar with the place when she arrives at the General's Mansion, so she must have two capable helpers around her, so I asked him to come with me, so I can't trouble Old General Yuwen with everything."
When Su Lin thought that this troublemaker would probably not come back until he was about to get married, he finally relaxed and said, "Okay, I will follow you and go to the General's Mansion to listen to the teachings of the elders.
Get along well with General Yuwen, but don't cause trouble like you did at home, remember?"
"Daddy's words, Jin'er will keep them in mind."
Su Jin'er lowered her head like a good girl. As soon as she returned to Mr. Su, the coachman sent by Yuwen Mansion hurriedly urged: "Miss Jin'er, come up quickly. It's getting late. Wait.
Go to the General's Mansion to put your luggage away. You still have to go to the palace. I can't bear the delay."
"A Yuan Zisu, follow me."
Stepping on a short wooden platform and stepping onto the carriage, the General's Mansion is several long streets away from the Prime Minister's Mansion. It takes some time to walk on foot, but it's just as easy as sitting in a carriage and having a cup of tea, but the two houses are not in the same direction.
, no matter how you walk on the road to the palace, you can't bump into each other.
When the carriage stopped outside the general's mansion, several figures were already waiting there.
Hua Yuan and Zi Su followed behind, Su Jin'er walked up the steps with a slight smile on her face, and called out without restraint: "Uncle Yuwen."
In fact, according to her real seniority, she should be called uncle like Su Lingxue, but since Mrs. Qiao ascended to the throne, the Yuwen family did not like the second wife very much. Usually, any gatherings at home were lukewarm.
Su Lingxue loved her like jewels. Although Su Jin'er knew that she was Yuwen Wuyou's child, she really couldn't call her uncle. Besides, she was nominally engaged to Yuwen Yi, so it was better to call her uncle.
Yu Wenshu happily stroked his beard and said kindly: "I have been waiting for a few days, and finally you, Jin'er, are here. Come and get to know me, this is Yi'er's mother. From now on, we will be a family, don't you?"
Be polite to uncle."
Su Jin'er followed Yu Wenshu's greeting and looked at the beautiful woman standing next to him. The woman was about forty years old, with a gentle and soft face, golden hairpins on her temples, and gorgeous clothes. If it weren't for the shallow wrinkles at the corners of her eyes,
, I really didn’t expect that she would have a son as old as Yu Wenyi. I can’t imagine how beautiful she was when she was young.
But at this moment, there was a sense of alienation all over this lady's body, and her expression remained unchanged.
Su Jin'er didn't notice Mrs. Yuwen's unwelcome, and calmly nodded to her: "Auntie."
Mrs. Yuwen glanced at her lightly, and her rejection was not too obvious. She signaled to the servants in the house to take the luggage from A Yuan's hand, turned around and walked towards the house, motioning for her to follow and said softly: "Follow me."
Come on, let me show you where you live first."
Su Jin'er followed all the way behind. Everywhere he passed, there were pavilions, pavilions and gardens, rockery and waterside pavilions, flowerbeds and bonsais, wisterias and green bamboos dotted among them. There was also a grape vine in the backyard. Under the green pergola was a clear water.
At a glance, the entire interior of the General's Mansion is grand and solemn, not luxurious, but more elegant.
Entering a well-lit courtyard with an excellent location, and waiting for the servants to put their luggage away, Mrs. Yuwen turned around and said to her: "This is it. The master is busy with official duties all day long. If there is any inconvenience for Miss Jin, please let me know."
Just tell me and I will help you arrange it."
"I'll have to trouble Madam again in the future."
The other party's overly polite attitude made Su Jin'er understand that she was not welcome. However, it was Yu Wenshu's suggestion to move into the General's Mansion, and it was not her own idea. She did not move in just to look at other people's faces.
He immediately and decisively changed his title.
Mrs. Yuwen raised her eyes and looked at her coldly, and said in a sweet voice: "I have heard the rumors about Miss Jin a long time ago. Since you are married and married to Yi'er, I hope you can clean yourself from now on. As an elder, I will naturally not be stingy.
To guide you, I wonder how many times Miss Jin has played piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and cooking? Have you ever read "Female Commandments" and "Internal Training"?"
It's just the first day she moved in, and she hasn't really married into their family yet. Is Mrs. Yuwen planning to give her a showdown?
She can play the piano randomly, she can barely do chess, she can write Chinese characters fairly smoothly, let alone painting, it's terrible.
Her cooking skills are just average. As for the female celebrity...it's no problem for her to use an embroidery needle as a dart to throw people away, but it's too difficult to grind it on a piece of cloth!
Also, what is the internal training for women?
Su Jin'er touched her nose, thought for a while, and replied shamelessly: "I think it's all pretty good."
Mrs. Yuwen frowned: "It's not enough just to be acceptable. You will be Yi'er's wife in the future. Only a virtuous, virtuous, beautiful and intelligent person can be worthy of being a general's wife. You must also be the best in other aspects. If you have nothing to do, take the time to treat me
Practice more of what you said, and I will come over at any time to check. If there is no progress at all, I can only send a few nurses from the hospital to teach you."
Hearing the word mama, Su Jin'er twitched her eyes and hurriedly waved her hands and said: "No, no, no, madam, there is no need to go to such trouble. I can learn well on my own, so there is no need to waste manpower."
"That's the best." What else did Mrs. Yuwen want to explain? A black shadow flashed, making her take a few steps back in shock. After she stood firm and saw clearly the person's royal guard uniform, she frowned and did not do anything.
Voice.
Shen Che put the wooden tray covered with brocade silk into A Yuan's hand and said respectfully to Su Jin'er: "Miss Jin'er, this is the court uniform that the emperor asked his subordinates to bring you. Please change into it as soon as possible.
Follow your subordinates into the palace, don't miss the morning court."
"I understand, Commander Shenche, please wait for a moment."
Happy that she didn't have to deal with Mrs. Yuwen, Su Jin'er winked at A Yuan, pushed open the door and went in. When closing the door, she didn't forget to tell the man in the iron mask who worried her the most: "Just stay in the yard if you're fine. Don't
Moving around disturbed other people in the house."
"Yes, miss." The masked man in a smart outfit responded in unison. He watched the door close, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.
Within a few seconds, the clothes were taken off in the room, and Su Jin'er, who was about to start dressing up, was holding the so-called court clothes stiffly. Her face was so dark that she could not be darker. If there wasn't someone waiting outside the room, she would definitely have yelled at her.
Made a sound.
Xiao Li is such a weak soul! What kind of clothes did he ask her to wear?
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In the Imperial City, in the mountains behind a magnificent mansion.
A lonely courtyard sits here, as empty as if it has been deserted for thousands of years, without a trace of humanity.
In the gorgeous boudoir, which is completely different from this cold and desolate courtyard, the incense burner curls up, and the white smoke as thin as a gossamer hovers in the gorgeous house for a long time before slowly drifting away.
A woman dressed in snow sat leaning against the window, her snow-white face shining brightly like a bright moon in the dark room. Her black hair was not combed, but lightly draped behind her. She had white teeth and red lips, and her pupils were like The cold dew is cool and refreshing, and there is a cloud-like mist of melancholy in the middle of the slender Emei.
Her gaze has been falling on the scroll hanging on the wall, her clear eyes are as soft as water, and she looks at it without blinking. If no one comes to disturb it, it seems that she can look at it for a lifetime.
The painting depicts a handsome man sitting upright and playing the piano. The man is dressed in white and has an alluring appearance. He has an extraordinary temperament. There is a touch of alienation in his gentleness. His eyes are as beautiful as obsidian, and they are spotless, but they seem to see through everything in the world of mortals.
The man in white raised his hand lightly, stroking the piano with concentration. It was a very simple movement that was fixed on the scroll, but it was enough to make any woman in the world wish she could become the piano in his hand.
"Chier, stop reading. Listen to my advice. It's been so many years. Just forget about him."
In the shadow behind the woman, a voice sighed and advised.
"Forgot, how could I forget..." The woman poured herself a glass of wine in the dark and murmured to the paintings on the wall. The glimmering water reflected her heavenly and beautiful face, and she couldn't say anything. The loneliness.
"Idiot, you don't have much time. Do you want to stay in this courtyard forever? Do you know," the voice paused and then said carefully: "I still miss you today."
"Father, please don't mention him in front of me." The worry around the woman's eyebrows became thicker. She looked up at the half-waning moon in the sky that was about to light up and gradually disappeared, and her eyes became cold. : "I would rather die here and spend the rest of my life without ever seeing him again..."
The voice of the shadow behind him was doting and embarrassing: "But you promised to go to the Queen Mother's birthday next month. She has always wanted to see you."
The woman frowned slightly, remained silent for a long time, and finally softened: "Okay, I'll go, I'm afraid the Queen Mother will be more sad than anyone else about what happened back then."
"It's fine if you want to. If you don't want to, my father will never force you."
The figure sighed softly and wanted to say something else. Seeing her daughter's cold and calm face, she finally left her boudoir helplessly.
The footsteps became farther and farther, and the courtyard returned to deathly silence again. The woman's gaze fell through the window lattice into the empty courtyard, and a touch of sadness appeared on her unparalleled face.
How long has it been since she stepped out of this yard?
It seems like five years? Maybe longer, so long that even she can’t remember clearly...
Once she steps through the palace gate, will he let her go?
That's all, she doesn't have much time left, so what should she be afraid of...
Chapter completed!