Just as everyone stretched their necks to wait and guess, the sky-blue door curtain was lifted, and a lady in her forties came in. She was wearing brocade clothes, and the jewelry on her hair and hands was shining with gold. She said to everyone in the room with a proud attitude: "I am late today, please don't blame me, ladies."
The door curtain was raised and lowered, and the girl following the lady slowly came into view. Her bright red embroidered pomegranate skirt was rippling with waves. As she walked lightly, the tip of her shoes embroidered with plum blossoms could be vaguely seen.
Her hair was tied up high, revealing her full and smooth forehead, and her big eyes were full of life and energy. She was bright and charming, and her manners were generous but not rude. She was like a ball of fire, instantly lighting up the atmosphere in the flower hall.
Everyone in the hall couldn't help but follow the girl's gaze.
Even Wei Yang couldn't help but look over. Beautiful people always attract a little more attention for a moment.
As if sensing Wei Yang's gaze, Zhou Jia raised his eyelids slightly, met her gaze, and bowed slightly.
For some reason, Wei Yang felt that this gaze seemed peaceful, but it was filled with hatred that made people feel hatred from the bottom of their hearts.
Yan Feng's wife frowned slightly and asked loudly, "Why did Madam Zhou come at this time?"
"We had guests at home this morning, so we were delayed. It's my fault. I will definitely drink a few more glasses with Madam Feng during dinner later."
"What kind of guest is so important?" Mrs. Feng continued to ask.
Madam Zhou's face suddenly turned ugly. Madam Feng's question was a bit hurtful. Is there any more important guest in Yancheng than General Yan
"My uncle sent a message early in the morning, so my mother was delayed." Miss Zhou said with a smile.
Madam Yun happened to turn around and quickly interrupted the topic: "It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Everyone, please take your seats and chat while eating. Those who can drink today must accompany our sister-in-law to have a couple of drinks. It's rare for everyone to get together like this all year round."
Everyone started talking and laughing, and stood up to take their seats. Wei Yang followed her four sisters-in-law and walked in. As soon as everyone sat down, they heard a baby crying.
There are many female relatives coming today, and naturally they bring many children with them. There are also maids and old women following them, so there are so many people and it is a mess. There are people everywhere.
A round figure rushed in crying. The one crying was Mrs. Zhou's eldest grandson, Yuan Ge'er.
The eldest son and grandson are the lifeblood of the old lady. When they heard Yuan Ge'er crying, the first person to stand up was not the eldest daughter-in-law Song, but Mrs. Zhou.
"Yuan'er, what's wrong?" Mrs. Zhou grabbed Yuan'er, who was crying and snot streaming, with a distressed look on her face.
Yuan Ge'er just opened his mouth and cried, and the maids and servants behind him knelt down quickly: "This servant deserves death, it was the young master who had a fight with Master Yan Qi."
Master Yan Qi is Yan Feng's youngest son. He is the boy who said to Wei Yang that day that his sister is so beautiful. Yan Xiaoqi is Yan Feng's youngest son. Madam Feng was born when she was 32 years old, so naturally she is very favored.
When Yan Xiaoqi chased in and stopped him to ask, he found out that it was Zhou Yuan who stole Yan Xiaoqi's things and was beaten by Yan Xiaoqi.
This is the Yan family. Even if he is an adopted son, he is still considered half the master of the Yan family. Yan Xiaoqi has six older brothers, not to mention a bunch of older sisters. He is also a legitimate child, so he is even more unforgiving.
Yan Xiaoqi raised the carriage in his hand and shouted, "This is a gift from my beautiful aunt. How dare you snatch it? I will beat you to death."
As he said this, he raised his fist and wanted to hit Zhou Yuan.
Madam Feng grabbed him and slapped Yan Xiaoqi on the butt.