Mrs. Meng is the elder of Lin Chujiu. Ordinarily, it should be Lin Chujiu who went to see Mrs. Meng. How could Mrs. Meng come to see Lin Chujiu in person, but...
Everyone in the capital knew that Lin Chujiu was "severely ill", and Xiao Tianyao invited God Mo to treat her. Although he showed up once, it was said that he became more ill after returning, and Lin Xiangdu came to visit in person.
Under such circumstances, even if Lin Chujiu wanted to visit Mrs. Meng, Mrs. Meng herself would not agree. Even if everyone knew that Lin Chujiu was feigning illness, it didn't matter, as long as Lin Chujiu pretended to be ill, it would be fine.
Mrs. Meng had wanted to see Lin Chujiu early in the morning, but Xiao Tianyao had been using Divine Doctor Mo as a shield, saying that it was inconvenient to see outsiders during the treatment, and this was delayed until now.
Lin Chujiu lived in the most remote courtyard of Prince Xiao's mansion.
On the way, Lin Chujiu briefly recalled the relationship between the original owner and Mrs. Meng, and found that the original owner was very close to Mrs. Meng, but she was also a little afraid of Mrs. Meng and was very good in front of Mrs. Meng.
The original owner's etiquette was taught by Mrs. Meng, and Mrs. Meng was the only one who would not condone the original owner arbitrarily. It was normal for the original owner to be afraid of Mrs. Meng.
After confirming that there was no major flaw, Lin Chujiu felt at ease. As for the doubts in Mrs. Meng's heart, she could completely explain it by marrying someone and being sensible.
The elders who really love their children will not only not think about evil, but will feel distressed when they see their beloved children are sensible.
Across the door, seeing Mrs. Meng helping her to climb the steps, Lin Chujiu walked down without waiting for the soft sedan to stop. She walked to the door in three steps and two steps. Before she got close, she heard Mrs. Meng. Stern voice: "Ninth day, what about your etiquette!"
Lin Chujiu was startled, she finally understood why the original owner was afraid of Mrs. Meng, and when she heard this voice, she was also afraid.
Lin Chujiu hurriedly stood up and walked out with great demeanor...
Mrs. Meng is sixty-six this year, her black hair has already turned silver, she is not tall, her body is a little hunched, and her face is full of folds and age spots. The eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, but they were not like the general old man, who always looked drowsy.
With extraordinary bearing and good etiquette, it seems that you can see the charm of youth when you raise your hands and feet. Although stern, there is a kindness between his eyebrows and eyes. He is an elegant and wise old man. Just looking at him makes people feel like he wants to be close.
Lin Chujiu suppressed the excitement in her heart, walked slowly to Mrs. Meng, curtsied, "Grandma."
Madam Meng lost the fierceness she taught Lin Chujiu just now. Seeing Lin Chujiu's well-behaved appearance, her eyes were red, and she didn't care about the wrong occasion, she grabbed Lin Chujiu's hand and said, "Okay, okay, okay. Jiu has grown up and looks more and more like your mother." There was no arrogance and arrogance between his eyebrows, and he became more and more like a daughter who died young.
"Grandmother..." Lin Chujiu originally came to see Mrs. Meng with the attitude of hugging her thighs, but Mrs. Meng's words made her eyes sore, and she involuntarily leaned on Mrs. Meng.
Seeing the picture of the original owner and Mrs. Meng getting along from his memory, Lin Chujiu didn't think there was anything, and he could even calmly analyze whether he could profit from it.
But when she felt the care from Mrs. Meng firsthand, she realized how much she loved the warmth from her relatives. She couldn't do it at all. She used family affection to calculate the old man who cared about her.
She had no elder relationship in her previous life, and even when she died, there was no elder like Mrs. Meng who spoke to her in a strict but gentle tone.
In the face of the loving old lady Meng, Lin Chujiu really couldn't be cruel, and calculated the old man with her heart.
Let it all come naturally!
The actions of Lin Chujiu's reliance made Mrs. Meng both happy and sad, "Good boy, you are wronged. It's all because your grandmother is not good, and your grandmother shouldn't leave, leaving you alone in the capital."
Mrs. Meng didn't seem to regard Mrs. Lin and Lin as her relatives, which made Lin Chujiu very puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask more, she just pretended that she didn't understand, and said coquettishly: "Grandma, I I'm not wronged, I'm fine, I just miss you."
This is not a good place to talk. Madam Meng knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, and smiled gently, "It's good that you don't feel wronged."
"Old Madam, Wang Fei, please..." The servant stepped forward and invited the two to get on the soft sedan chair. The old lady's eyes sank slightly. When she saw the soft sedan chair, she guessed that Lin Chujiu should not live in the main courtyard.
"Grandmother, be careful." Lin Chujiu personally helped Old Madam Meng onto the sedan chair, and only sat back when everything was in order.
Walking from the main gate of Xiao Wangfu to the back of Xiao Wangfu, as the scenery along the way became more and more desolate, Mrs. Meng's face became more and more gloomy, and there seemed to be an ignorant fire burning in her eyes.
Lin Chujiu sighed secretly, regretting not explaining earlier, but at this time, the two of them would be in the soft sedan, so it was inconvenient to talk.
Well, it's coming soon.
The servant parked the soft sedan chair at the gate of the courtyard. Lin Chujiu hurriedly stepped forward to help the old lady, "Grandma, here we are."
"Your dignified concubine, you live in such a place?" Madam Meng got up, her face became more and more ugly, before Lin Chujiu could explain, she asked, "Your father and mother came to see you, but they didn't find you. Live here? They didn't say anything? Our Meng family girl is so easy to bully?"
This was the first time Lin Chujiu felt concern from her relatives. Although Mrs. Meng was angry with every word she said, Lin Chujiu felt grateful from the bottom of her heart.
"Grandma," Lin Chujiu suppressed the emotion in his heart and smiled, "I want to live here myself. It's quiet and convenient for healing."
She didn't want to worry this seemingly stern, but actually kind old man. She doesn't even want to use family affection as a bargaining chip to seek the assistance of the Duke of Zhenguo. Now she just wants to keep this warmth without any calculations and interests.
"Your grandmother doesn't understand your temperament, how could you live in such a place voluntarily." When did the proud daughters of Lin and Meng live in such a desolate place.
Lin's house is not good to Lin Chujiu, but Lin Chujiu has never been lacking in material. Whether it is food or housing, everything Lin Chujiu uses is delicate.
Lin Chujiu blinked, blinked back the tears in her eyes, and said brightly: "Grandma, you guessed wrong this time, this is really of my own accord, and not only does I live here, but the prince also lives here. Here." Originally, I wanted to file a complaint in front of Mrs. Meng and let the Duke of Zhenguo stand for her, but now...
She just wanted to dispel the worries of Old Madam Meng, even if she went against her heart and said good things about Xiao Tianyao, she would admit it.
"Are you telling the truth? The lord also lives here?" Madam Meng looked in disbelief, and Lin Chujiu nodded vigorously, "Grandma, if you don't believe me, just go in with me and see, the lord has been waiting for you. Well, it's just that my legs are inconvenient, so I didn't come to pick you up."
While speaking, Lin Chujiu helped Madam Meng to go inside.
Lin Chujiu's face was charming, there was no haze between her brows, and she did not face Xiao Tianyao's prudence and prudence. She only had the lively and optimistic nature of her youngest daughter, which reassured Mrs. Meng...
Perhaps, Xiao Wang is really good to the ninth day!
[Author's digression]: Desperately saving the manuscript...