Chapter 401 Chinese New Year

The embroidered citron stood across the curtain, and the heartbroken cry of Qiao Lianfang could be heard clearly.

Her eyes darkened, and Xu Lingyi's gentle yet stern voice sounded in her ears.

Men pay attention to the three cardinal principles and five constant principles, while women pay attention to the three obedience and four virtues. When you go to Dajue Temple, you should have some insights from what you see, hear, and do. I won’t mention the past. This time I will take you back to celebrate the New Year.

That's what Madam meant. I only hope that you can learn from Madam's conduct and demeanor, and always reflect on yourself. Know what you can and cannot do, so that Bai Gaotang will still be worried about you and be uneasy day and night.

Xiu Citron sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, and finally lifted the curtain and entered.

Qiao Lianfang was lying on the Kang table, with a blue and white tea cup with a yellow background and a blue border for the shepherd boy's flute still steaming.

The young lady stepped forward softly.

Qiao Lianfang raised her head, and her exquisite makeup was gone.

She looked at this maid who was always standing by her side, and her tears fell even more quickly.

He is right. Your body and skin are given to you by your parents. If I do this, it is said to be unfaithful and unfilial.

Seeing that she was depressed and depressed, Xiu Tong hurriedly called the maid to fetch water. He took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears. He comforted her unintentionally: Mr. Hou is angry. Don't take what he says to heart.

.After some time, when Mr. Hou’s anger subsides, he will know who the young lady is.

Qiao Lianfang shook her head slightly, her eyes showing a bit of confusion.

I remembered that when I was a child, my uncle said that my family was impoverished and took back all the property given to my father. Even though the food belonged to the father-in-law, it was not enough to eat well and dress decently. My mother was afraid that I would not dress well.

Being ridiculed by my cousins, and having no extra money to hire a needlework master to make clothes, she would often cover the window lattice with a quilt at night and light up the lamp to make clothes for me. Every night when I woke up in the middle of the night, my mother would smile and coax me to sleep. I

I still remember that under the light, my mother's eyes were as gentle as the spring breeze, and her heart felt warm when she looked at them. She recalled, with a faint smile on her face. In the summer, other people have ice cubes in their houses to cool down, but our house does not. I

I was ignorant and kept shouting about the heat. My mother fanned me all night long.

The little maid brought hot water in. Xiu Citron helped her wash her hands and face, and she played with Xiu Citron like a puppet.

One time, when the eldest cousin came home, my aunt took out the peach cakes given by the palace to entertain her. I secretly took a piece and hid it in my sleeve when no one was paying attention. As a result, the fourth cousin showed up in front of the eldest cousin's mother who was in charge of the house.

I told the eldest aunt. The eldest aunt was very angry and asked the old lady to carry me and drag me all the way to my mother. I was scared to death. But my mother pushed the old lady away and held me in her arms. She never argued with the eldest aunt.

Mom, I had a quarrel with my aunt that time because of me, and we didn’t stop until my aunt slapped the mother-in-law who was carrying me twenty times.

Xiu Citron heard tears welling up in her eyelashes.

Miss, she helped Qiao Lianfang sit by the bed and helped her rest.

Qiao Lianfang lay down quietly.

Xiu Citron, her voice was as light as a breeze, tell me, is this what Buddhism calls evil obstacles? She turned her head and looked straight at Xiu Citron, I was fine at first, but when I heard my aunt say

, I don’t know whose daughter is lucky enough to marry the Marquis of Yongping as a concubine. At such a young age, she can at least get a third-grade imperial concubine. I thought at that time that none of the sisters had such a blessing, and I felt something in my heart.

The road was at the end, and the water in her eyes flickered. When she looked back, she was already a hundred years old.

Miss Xiucan couldn't bear it any longer, so she lay on the bedside and started crying. This is Madam, and she is encouraging you behind Madam's back.

Instigated Qiao Lianfang to smile slightly. But that smile was as misty as a mirage. I was confused. How could I blame others for instigating me to forget about my mother who has endured all the hardships, forget about our duties as women, and only think about the dream of wealth?

.How can you blame others?

At that time, although I was jealous that my sisters were better dressed than me, I still depended on my mother, and my heart felt peaceful and secure. She closed her eyes and was immersed in memories. In the summer, when the flowers bloomed in front of the house, her mother would leave her father behind.

I took out my books to bask in the sun. I still remember that the fragrance of camphor wood and jasmine mixed together, profound and light, made people calm down.

She babbled and finally fell asleep.

Xiu Citron wiped the corners of his eyes and tiptoed out of the inner room. He came face to face with Zhu Rui, who was holding snacks excitedly.

Hey, she wondered, why does my sister stand here and tiptoe to look towards the door curtain, as if this way, she can see the scene inside the curtain? Am I late? It's all my fault to the mother on the stove. She spent a long time looking for sweet-scented osmanthus.

ointment, otherwise, this snack would have been made a long time ago.

No need. Xiu Cong said feebly, take this snack back and share it with the little maids. He then told the little maid on the side to bring my bedding over. I will be on duty tonight.

Seeing that something was wrong with this scene, Zhu Rui's expression changed and she hurriedly pulled Xiu Tang's sleeves: "What happened? Master Hou?"

Xiu Citron slightly chins.

She knew that today was the day when Qiao Lian was in bed, so she specially tied her into a charming pony bun and put on a pink coat to make her look more delicate. Who knew that the Marquis would only sit here?

After half a cup of tea, she left and gave a long lecture. Thinking of the past and what Qiao Lianfang said just now, she had a vague feeling in her heart. She felt that her young lady and Hou

Master, it seems like two people who are going in opposite directions are getting farther and farther apart.

"Master Hou, go back to the main room," she whispered.

There is helplessness and frustration that cannot be concealed in the voice

How could this happen? Zhu Rui was stunned.

The Marquis felt that the young lady was squeamish and willful, and was not as tolerant and honest as the madam. He also asked the young lady to learn more from the madam.

Xiu Citron couldn't say anything like this, so he could only smile bitterly and said to Zhu Rui: Go and have a rest.

Hearing this, what should I do? Zhurui was so worried that she was already younger than us. She was like a flower, and she was seeing it bloom day by day. There was also Aunt Yang. She was new to the house, and she looked like a flower.

Not only is she delicate and charming, she is also graceful and good at dancing. Not only did she make the lady happy, but Aunt Wen and Aunt Qin also talked and laughed with her when they met her. As she spoke, her eyes lit up as if she was remembering something.

, pulled the embroidered citron aside to discuss, how about finding a way to send a letter to Cheng Guogong's Mansion. The Marquis did not look at the monk's face, but the Buddha's face.

Don't make things more complicated. Xiu Citron immediately interrupted Zhu Rui. Ever since the young lady had a miscarriage, Mrs. Qiao had never asked the young lady even when she came to the Xu family as a guest. How could she offend the madam for the young lady?

Zhurui was speechless.

That's fine. Xiu Citron looked at the polished bluestone tiles under her feet that looked like mirrors. She was a lowly young lady, but she was not as good as Aunt Qin. Looking at her appearance, she was not as good as Aunt Wen. In appearance, she was not as good as Aunt Yang. She could be so comfortable.

Live your life quietly, at least you don’t have to be sent to a place like Dajue Temple anymore

Xu Lingyi walked in shaking his sable cloak.

It's snowing outside, and it's completely white. Yuyu Qionglou, you really should go out and take a look.

When the snow encounters the heat in the house, it turns into water droplets and drips onto the bluestone bricks.

Oh, Shiyi Niang stood up and took the sable cloak from his hand. Her smile was gentle and generous. She was fine when she came back from her mother. Why did it start to snow in such a short time?

Xu Lingyi saw that she had her hair draped, and gently helped her tuck it. There was a faint scent of roses lingering on the tip of her nose: It was such a cold day, it was time to wash her hair again.

Eleven Niang smiled and handed the cloak to the little maid, and ordered the maids to fetch water and serve Xu Lingyi to wash herself: After washing her hair, she felt more comfortable.

After washing my hair, the quilt smelled like rose water.

Xu Lingyi smiled, looking at her with bright eyes, but gently twirled her round and white earlobes with his hands before turning around and entering the clean room.

Eleven Niang's face suddenly turned as red as the sunset.

Amber looked at Feng and retreated with his eyes lowered.

Sister Hubo, you scared me to death. Wan Daxian's younger sister Sixi quickly came up to meet her.

She was left in Eleven Niang's house to serve Amber.

Amber breathed a sigh of relief and felt his forehead was wet.

Even a fairy-like beauty like Wu Yiniang only had a few good years. She was just afraid that her wife would let down such good times and end up with nothing.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frown.

What on earth is the lady thinking?

Aunt Wen suddenly sat up.

There was real excitement in her expression that could not be concealed, and the Marquis returned to the main room.

Qiu Hong nodded, feeling that Aunt Wen was completely different from the calm and calm way she used to treat these matters.

Could it be that it is helpless for my aunt to keep saying that she and the Marquis are not the same people?

She couldn't help but show some doubts in her eyes.

Those eyes were as bright as a candle, making Aunt Wen feel a little uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but murmured: I don't have any other intentions. I didn't do anything wrong. Just because I didn't agree with him, I was regarded as a heinous crime. After so many years, Qiao Lianfang, who was unwilling to forgive me, first failed to save the marquis's heir.

, and then contradicted the madam, but he turned around and forgot that they were also concubines. Why did he treat me like this? It was another story to others. She took a long breath and showed a proud smile on her face.

Come on, at least everyone is the same, and I feel at ease.

Qiu Hong was stunned when she heard this.

Aunt Wen waved her hand: sleep, sleep

Sure enough, I fell asleep happily.

Aunt Qin covered her face and started laughing. Her dull laughter, which was sometimes high and sometimes low, sounded a bit like the hoot of an owl to human ears, which startled Cui'er.

She couldn't help but call her aunt in confusion.

After a while, Aunt Qin stopped laughing.

It's okay, it's okay, go to sleep

Cui'er saw the joy deep in her eyes and knew that she was really happy, so she bowed her knees and retreated with confusion on her face.

Aunt Qin immediately jumped up and rushed into Nuan Pavilion.

Bodhisattva, you really made my wishes come true. She knelt on the tuanfu in her little clothes. Now the Marquis no longer pities the Qiao Lian Fang, and the whispers she murmured from now on disappeared in the curling Buddha smoke.

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