Lengxiang Filling Sleeves Episode 15: The place where the song breaks the sorrow of spring, the wind does not startle the flowers, the afternoon courtyard is clear
Episode 15: The place where the song breaks the sorrow of spring, the wind does not startle the flowers, the afternoon courtyard is clear
"Can the prostitute brought out through the secret door be a good thing? She is dressed up in such a gorgeous way and rushes over to seduce the new uncle? She is bringing this little bastard with her to deliberately embarrass the young lady!"
The vulgar curses were slapped on the mother and daughter's faces, making everyone present blush. The little girl was only four or five years old, so she didn't know anything about men and women. She was insulted for nothing and didn't know what happened. She only saw
The mother beside her had red eyes and scratched herself hard.
"Wow..." The girl couldn't help the pain and cried out in public. The servant who had just scolded her became even more fierce. She pushed them towards the mother and daughter without caring about anything: "Go away, don't look for bad luck here."
, ruined the eldest lady’s happy event, the madam got angry, and you couldn’t eat enough to carry around! Sooner or later, you’d have to go back to the alley, and you’d still make a living by doing your flesh and blood.”
A circle of maids and servants all around raised their hands and pulled the mother and daughter back. The worried servants even covered their mouths and snickered, and some of them who were usually shy just followed up with sarcasm. The girl's mother did not protect her either.
, allowing his daughter to have one side of her bun loosened.
No, the one who cannot be called mother is just the humblest concubine. She was born in a secret family, and she can only call her "aunt" when she gives birth to a child.
The girl does not have a proper name, and the wife of the wife hates her biological mother. In her memory, her father has never looked at her. As for the aunt who gave birth to her, it seems that she naturally has extreme disgust for this daughter and hates that she is not a boy.
It cannot bring you the privileged status you longed for, and it will make your efforts in vain.
"The eldest lady has come out of the cabinet. We are here at the request of the madam..."
Privately, the aunt hit and scolded the girl, and rarely had a good face. However, she was obedient to the housewife, who was in charge of the family, and spoke in a low voice, making her more like a servant than a servant. If it weren't for the full-body dress, the girl would be okay.
I often think that I am just a son of a family, not a young lady at all.
Later, when she grew a little older, she realized that maybe this was called the destiny of a young lady to be a maid. The wife gave birth to several daughters. When her aunt came in, the eldest lady had just been engaged, and the wedding date was when she was four years old - why is this so?
Is it too late? No one came to tell her specifically, and she had no way of asking anyone.
The mother and daughter had never been well fed and clothed. For the eldest daughter to get married, the whole family wanted to congratulate and add joy. The aunt rummaged through the new clothes at the bottom of the box and combed the girl's hair carefully. In this courtyard that was already in decline.
Here, they have to live first, and then they have to bow their heads and submit.
After touching her nose, the aunt was filled with anger. The utensils and furnishings in the room could not be smashed to vent her anger, so she could only attack her daughter. She slapped her from left to right, leaving red marks on her skinny little face that was already malnourished.
, the cheeks and cheeks were swollen, but she looked like a healthy little girl.
As we all know, Aunt Qing is the most bullied person in the family. She was so arrogant when she first entered the house. Now there are many people shouting and beating her. The ninth girl born is the master's own flesh and blood. She will always have a mouthful of hot food. Buy it in Huanxi Hutong
The one who came back was different. He offended his wife and several young ladies early on, and the master didn't seem to like her very much. He didn't send the deed back, which was probably the greatest tolerance.
A concubine was not qualified to be raised by her own mother. It was because the wife was bored and refused to accept this hot potato, so she left the ninth girl in Aunt Qing's house. Mother and daughter obviously depended on each other, but servants often heard fallings when passing by.
After being beaten and beaten, Aunt Qing seemed to be in a daze and always liked to catch Miss Ninth to vent her anger on her.
It was natural for a girl to cry after being beaten. To dry her tears, she had to quickly get a sewing basket and twist the silk thread for her aunt. Several of the sisters who were waiting for marriage had to embroider their dowries. They didn't want to do it themselves, and the family was not rich.
, I couldn’t afford a good embroiderer, so I asked Aunt Qing to do it.
I heard that she used to be the bride-in-law of a noble family, so although she was not a woman from the Central Plains, she did a good job and saved a lot of money on hiring labor.
Aunt Qing is not very old, but wrinkles have appeared in the corners of her eyes early, and the strands are like embroidery threads that cannot be sorted out. Seeing that the weather is getting cold again, the leaves have turned yellow and fallen, and the mother and daughter have not yet found their winter clothes, which is the case every year.
Wearing old clothes with exposed cotton wool, it's okay to make do.
The girl followed her mother's outstanding appearance. She was still a young child, and she could already tell that she was a beautiful woman. Her aunt did not teach her well, and she heard vulgar words since she was a child. They only focused on favors and monthly money, and made trouble.
She knew from her earliest memories that before she was born, her aunt ate bird's nests and wore silk clothes. After she was born, she had to look at people's faces even if she was given soup in the house.
Winter is still here, Miss Fourth's shoes are not ready, Miss Six's cloak is still missing a velvet, and mother and daughter's charcoal fire is probably withheld. Aunt Qing caught wind and cold and lay in bed coughing all day, without any pain.
I have no strength to hit my daughter, so I can only watch her do the sewing quickly. If she hands it over the earlier, she will be warmer the earlier.
That winter was difficult, until New Year's Eve, the wife of the wife of the house led the whole family to have a family reunion dinner in the front yard. The ninth girl was also a serious young lady, but she couldn't go to the table and hid with Aunt Qing to keep warm. Food was sent from the kitchen, which was rare.
On this occasion, both mother and daughter were full.
"It's all you, a loser, who brought me to this state."
Aunt Qing poked her daughter's forehead with the tail of her chopsticks, feeling indignant. There was a steamed fish on the table. The girl swallowed hard and did not dare to take off the chopsticks first. All the meat on the belly of the fish was given to her mother. The food was cold, but Aunt Qing remained the same.
I ate it with gusto, and when only a bare bone was left in the fish body, I remembered that my daughter had not finished eating it.
The girl held the porridge bowl and pretended to enjoy the meal, so as not to embarrass her biological mother. That night, for the first time, Aunt Qing slept with her arms around Miss Jiu and did not let her work all night again. Before going to bed, she changed her pajamas with her own hands and fetched water to wash her face.
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Spring has just begun, and the family is about to marry off another daughter. My wife's natal family is rich, and the young men she chooses are all high-ranking, and they have even more power at home. Aunt Qing is almost reduced to a slave, and the role of a concubine is even more insignificant. In fact, at this time,
Aunt Qing is already looking good
Declined, no longer able to fight for it, and she watched the body she had secretly saved being sold off little by little, and her old wallet was so shabby that it could no longer be bulged. She used to slap her daughter in the face, ran back to the house, opened her makeup, and took the rouge box.
, smearing hard in front of the gray diamond mirror.
The girl is already five years old. Year after year she has listened and watched, and she has long understood the rules of worship in this family. Aunt Qing came out in all her glory. When she saw the girl, she subconsciously wanted to pull her to her side. She paused and then pushed her away. Aunt Qing's
Her face was painted smooth and beautiful, and her body smelled so strong of cheap powder that it made her own daughter want to hide. This chapter has been completed!