The fifth wife immediately stopped, the surprise in her eyes instantly filled her with vitality, and the previous grievances and grievances disappeared immediately.
"Sister-in-law, do you see if my eyes are swollen?" Lin hurriedly tugged at the eldest wife's sleeve and asked shyly.
The eldest wife hadn't spoken yet, but the old lady's maidservants in the old lady's room covered their mouths and laughed, and the tense and depressed atmosphere just now disappeared.
The old lady looked over and said, "Why are you still here?"
Lin shi looked at the old lady pleadingly: "Mother, Shimao is back, I..."
Everyone in the Ren Mansion knew that the fifth wife and the fifth master had a small friendship. Although the young couple had quarreled after they got married, it was a quarrel at the head of the bed and a relationship at the end of the bed. As long as the fifth master is at home, the two of them are like one person.
The old lady Ren loves her young son, and this daughter-in-law is also a family member, so she turns a blind eye.
But this time, Lin clearly offended the old lady, and the old lady scolded her with a straight face: "Did you take my words on deaf ears?"
The eldest wife pulled the overjoyed fifth wife and whispered: "Fifth younger brother and sister, your eyes are swollen like a peach, and your makeup is too..."
Lin Shi reached out and touched his face, anxious: "Mother, then I'll go back and wash my face first." After speaking, he hurried out. She simply forgot what the old lady asked her to think about when she went to the ancestral hall.
The old lady Ren got angry again, pointed to her back and said to the eldest lady, "Look at her, look at her, where are the rules? It's lawless!"
The eldest lady bowed her head and smiled. She stepped forward and commanded the maids to remove the table, and then said gently, "The fifth siblings know that you have always loved her, and this is only because you are close to you."
The old lady Ren snorted coldly: "I made her lose her sense, and now I don't even care about me!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a loud voice from outside: "Who dares not to take your mother seriously? The son is the first to not forgive him!"
Immediately after the curtain was lifted, two men about the same height walked in.
The round face and round eyes walking in front, and the two deep dimples on his cheeks were exactly the same as those of Mrs. Ren, which made him look a little childish, but he looked like a weak-crowned teenager at the age of 27 or 8.
The man walking behind him was a lot more mature than him, with handsome eyebrows and slender eyes. In such a cold weather, he only wore a white wide-sleeved single robe. His movements were as elegant as a fairy, and his posture was elegant.
The old lady Ren glanced at the baby-faced man, and said coldly, "You said that! Don't deny the account then!"
Ren Shimao, who had just picked up the words casually, saw that the situation was wrong, rolled his eyes, and immediately pulled Ren Shimin forward, kowtow to the old lady Ren with a smile, and exposed the previous topic.
The old lady's eyes turned to Ren Shimin's clothes, and she frowned: "What are you wearing? Are all the people serving you dead?"
Ren Shimin raised his head calmly: "Back to mother, this is called Wangxian robe, which is very fashionable in Beijing recently, and the scholars of the scholar-in-law have one piece. My body was hand-sewn by Mu Yingniang, a skilled lady in Beijing. Five My brother also has a similar one, but it's a blue cloud brocade."
"Go back and change it for me! When your father sees you, you have to kneel at the ancestral hall again! Get up!" The old lady Ren was displeased.
Ren Shimin didn't argue, and got up gracefully. The maid next to him knew his particular temperament, and hurriedly came over and knelt at his feet to tidy up his slightly wrinkled robe.
There, Ren Shimao had already sat on the kang and talked to the old lady about the road: "...it was going to be delayed for a few days, but I happened to meet the father and son of the Han family. Most of their caravan members have a special way to clear the way. My third brother and I just came back after them."
"Since I have accepted someone's love, remember to ask the housekeeper to prepare a Xie Yi to send over." Mrs. Ren explained.
Ren Shimin walked to the chair beside him and sat down, taking the tea brought by the maid: "I have already sent a calligraphy and painting to the son of the Han family."
"What calligraphy?"
"Master Han saw the calligraphy and painting of the third brother and liked it very much. The third brother gave him a pair of his recent proud works." Ren Shimao winked at Ren Shimin.
Mrs. Ren glared at them: "It's just a child's plaything, how can you count it? You remember to ask the housekeeper to prepare a generous gift. If you have time, you can take someone to the Han house in person, or have the person beside you. It's okay to accompany the housekeeper on a trip."
Ren Shimin said with a smile that he knew, but Ren Shimin frowned and glanced at his mother, and finally shook his head and drank tea to himself.
The mother and son talked for a while, and the old lady Ren saw that although Ren Shimao had been having fun all the time, her mind was not here. Now, let's go back and see you."
Ren Shimin was stunned for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes, mother."
Ren Shimao got up happily: "I'll go with my third brother, go back and change clothes first, and come over to talk to my mother later."
The old lady Ren glanced at him lightly: "Did I let you go? If you stay, I have something to tell you!"
Ren Shimao was a little disappointed, but he sat down obediently and said with a smile: "Well, I also want to spend more time with my mother, as long as you don't dislike your son's messy clothes and dirty clothes."
The old lady Ren snorted coldly when she heard the words, not to be fooled by him.
Ren Shimin put down the tea bowl, got up and retire. Before leaving, he paused in front of the maid who served him tea, and said slowly: "The water temperature is not hot enough, remember to use freshly boiled boiling water when serving this kind of Wuyi tea next time."
"My servant remembers it, Third Master." The maid replied with a bitter face and bowed her head.
Ren Shimin walked away freely.
When he was about to reach the Ziwei Courtyard, he saw a figure in a thick fur cloak standing at the gate of the courtyard from a distance, covering himself with a hood.
When he got closer, the man seemed to see him, and hurriedly took two steps forward to meet him, but he almost fell because he stepped on the empty stone steps, and the hood also slipped off, revealing a delicate little face.
Ren Shimin laughed when he saw it, and walked over quickly, his happy and clear voice echoed in the courtyard where the ice and snow were melting: "Yaoyao, are you waiting for Daddy?"
Ren Yaoqi looked at the handsome man who strode towards him, his eyebrows were still flying, and he didn't forget to pay attention to his manners even when he walked, tears blurred his eyes.
"Daddy..."
She once blamed her father for being obsessed with painting and calligraphy, but he didn't care about the affairs of the Ren family, and he had no right to speak about the decisions of the elders.
But in the end, he used his life to fight for her.
Ren Yaoqi jumped up and hugged Ren Shimin, burying his tearful face on the placket of his chest.
Ren Shimin was still very happy at first, but now his body froze, staring at the top of his little daughter's head with a tangled face, and finally he couldn't help but put his hands on her shoulders and pulled the person away.
"Yaoyao, Daddy's clothes were soiled by you!" Ren Shimin accused of looking at the water stain on his chest with disgust.
Ren Yaoqi looked at his disgusted look, but smiled "puchi" and couldn't cry anymore: "Dad, you're still like this..." she said softly.
"what?"
Ren Shimin took out a handkerchief and wiped his clothes clean before pinching the handkerchief with two fingers and handing it to Ren Yaoqi.
"Quickly wipe your face, it's as dirty as a little cat."
Ren Yaoqi glanced at the handkerchief speechlessly, shook his head, and took out his own from his cuff: "No, I'm very happy that you're back."
Ren Shimin threw the handkerchief away and patted Ren Yaoqi on the head: "Good, Daddy remembered the clothes and jewelry you wanted, and bought you two big boxes, and they will send them to your house later."
Ren Yaoqi was about to say something, but she was stunned when she saw Ren Shimin moving his eyes behind her.
She turned around and saw Ren Yaohua, who was wearing only a rouge-colored padded jacket and skirt, standing behind the door, looking at her and Ren Shimin.
"Ah, Yaohua is back?" Ren Shimin nodded towards Ren Yaohua with a smile.
Ren Yaohua took a few steps forward and bowed to Ren Shimin: "Father." Her posture was upright, and her lowered head made her look a little less domineering and arrogant than usual.