"Sixth girl, come here quickly and sit down in front of our ancestors."
Gu Qingwan's eyes turned, holding Songyin's hand and sitting on the bed of his ancestor.
When everyone saw it, they all felt calm in their hearts.
I heard that my ancestor liked this female doctor Gu very much, so it seems that the rumors are true. Not even the direct granddaughter and great-granddaughter of our ancestors could sit in that seat.
Groups of women came into the house one after another, and Nuo Da's flower hall was already overcrowded.
The ancestor was afraid that he would neglect one thing and neglect the other, so he ordered Mrs. Zhu to lead the younger generation to the garden to enjoy the flowers, leaving only the women chatting about domestic matters.
The garden of Jiang Mansion is extremely beautiful, and it is spring, so it is full of flowers. Qingguan held Zhu's hand and took advantage of the situation to check her pulse.
"My pulse is very good, don't worry."
Mrs. Zhu is more than three months pregnant and has not yet shown her pregnancy. Her complexion is white and rosy, and you can tell at a glance that she is well-maintained.
"If you eat well, sleep well, and if your pulse is not good, you will be sorry for your sister's hard work."
Qingguan smiled and said nothing.
Mrs. Zhu looked around and said in a low voice: "Old Qi came to my courtyard early in the morning to tell her that she would come later when she was free and asked you to wait for her in the garden."
Qingguan laughed after hearing this. That guy didn't come for her, he clearly came for Songyin.
Seeing that she was not shy at all, Mrs. Zhu couldn't help but joked: "Either this seventh child doesn't care about me, but when he cares about her, it goes deep into his heart. Look, after not seeing each other for a few days, he thought about it, my sister is so lucky. ”
No matter how lucky she is, it won't be her turn.
Qingguan couldn't help but look at Shi Songyin beside her from the corner of her eyes. When she saw a blush on her face, she turned back with satisfaction and said, "Grandma just knows how to tease me."
Mrs. Zhu said with a smile: "Silly sister, I am joking, but I also like you. I hope you can come in early. I secretly tell you that the eldest lady asked the old monk to choose a few days, just waiting for the ancestor to give the order. ”
Qingguan asked deliberately: "What did the ancestor say?"
When Mrs. Zhu heard this, she frowned slightly, "I don't know what my ancestors thought, but I am always dissatisfied. The eldest lady was so worried that she got angry because of this matter. Later, she asked her sister to prescribe some medicine to clear the fire. That’s it.”
Complexity flashed in Qingguan's eyes and she nodded silently.
Just as he was talking, the maid in green hurriedly came forward and said, "Grandma, the Third Madam's natal sister is here. The Third Madam asked you to go and greet her."
Mrs. Zhu nodded, called the maid next to her, and told her, "Take Miss Six to the pavilion by the lake to rest for a while, and treat her well."
"Yes, Grandma. Miss Six, please come with me!"
The four-corner pavilion is small and exquisite.
Qingguan likes to be quiet, so I feel quite at ease here drinking tea and chatting with Songyin.
After waiting for half a cup of tea, Jiang Hongwen came in a hurry, wearing a brocade shirt, with a slight sweat on his forehead.
As soon as he arrived, he didn't bother to say hello to Qingguan, and his eyes fell on Shi Songyin.
When their eyes met, the two of them seemed to be suddenly burned. Their faces turned crimson, and the corners of their lips were slightly raised. Their tangled gazes were like spider threads, tugging at their hearts.
Seeing this, Qingguan glanced at Chunni, turned away, and the master and servant walked slowly along the lake.
"Miss, it's my ancestor's birthday today, why doesn't the prince come to celebrate his birthday?"
Qingguan was silent for a moment and said: "The Jiang family is already too glorious. If the prince owns it, it will not be beautiful."
Chunni is half-informed.
"Princess Huayang is here!"
I don't know which maid screamed outside. The flower hall was silent, and the girls looked at each other.
This woman is already a joke in the upper class society in Beijing. Even her good daughter is a concubine. Why would the Jiang family invite her here
The ancestor's eyes flashed with light, he was unhappy in his heart, but smiled on his face and said: "Third Madam, please greet me on my behalf.
When Mrs. Han saw her ancestor speaking, she could only bravely go out to greet him.
In a moment, a woman in plain clothes walked into the flower hall with her head held high. She walked up to her ancestor and bowed before her.
The girls stopped their private conversation and turned their attention to Zhao Huayang, looking like they were watching a good show.
"I wish my ancestors good health and a long life."
The ancestor narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You are a rare visitor. What kind of wind brought you here?"
As soon as these words came out, all the girls understood that Zhao Huayang's feelings came uninvited. How could he sing this
From the corner of Zhao Huayang's eyes, everyone's expressions fell into his eyes, and the strange smile on his lips seemed to have a different meaning, "I am thinking about my ancestor's birthday, so I have given you a gift."
The ancestor smiled lightly and said, "Princess Lao spent a lot of money."
"What did my ancestor say? It depends on whether you like this gift or not! But..."
Zhao Huayang drawled a long tone, held his head high, and said: "But I guess this gift will definitely amaze everyone!"
"Oh?" The ancestor's eyes flashed sharply, and he glanced at Zhao Huayang thoughtfully, feeling something was not right.
This woman's motive for coming to the door was definitely not as simple as sending a congratulatory gift.
Zhao Huayang didn't wait for her to speak and glanced at the two maids behind him. The maids immediately unfolded the scroll in their hands.
"What I present to my ancestor today is a painting. You must know the person in the painting..."
As the scroll slowly unfolded, everyone exclaimed.
The person on this scroll, the person on this scroll... isn't it the famous female doctor Gu in Beijing!
Zhao Huayang smiled brightly and said, "Ancestor, you have bad eyesight. Let me read the inscription of this painting for you: I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but when I suddenly looked back, he was there, in the dim light. Baoqing 41st Part 1 Yuan, night, Tinglin presents Wanwan!"
After finishing speaking, the noisy flower hall fell into silence, and you could hear a needle drop.
Madam Zhang's face was pale and shaky, as if she had seen a ghost.
Tinglin gave me Wanwan
This this…
The ancestor looked at Zhao Huayang's half-smiling face coldly, his expression darkened little by little, and he sighed slightly in his heart.
This mother and daughter are indeed not good people!
The bright knife came to kill the Jiang family.
In the pavilion.
A ray of spring sun shines in through the corner of the pavilion, and the light and shadow ripple across the woman's eyebrows.
Shi Songyin lowered his head suddenly, looking very shy, "The house is so busy today, why bother to accompany me?"
Jiang Hongwen looked at her with a smile, "How important are those people to you?"
Shi Songyin lowered his head, his pretty face turned redder, and whispered coquettishly, "Try to say nice things to me, you..."
The unexpected exclamation was drowned before he could even leave his mouth.
Jiang Hongwen grabbed her waist with one hand, put the other hand on the back of her head, led her into his arms, and lowered his head to invade her lips.
In the flash of lightning, Shi Songyin's heart was in confusion. She grabbed the man's clothes with her little hands and slowly closed her eyes.
The entanglement between words and tongues made the two of them like two drowning fishes.
For a long time, Shi Songyin struggled to break away from the deep kiss, not daring to raise her eyes to look at anyone. She just buried her head in the man's chest and raised her eyebrows shyly.
Jiang Hongwen gasped lightly and called out in a sleepy voice: "Songyin, I have never been so happy."
Shi Songyin raised the corners of his mouth, and deep joy filled his heart, "Me too."
After finishing the sentence, there was no more sound. The warm spring sun shone slantly on the two of them, making them feel like they didn't know where they were.
Suddenly, a sudden sound broke through the silent pavilion.
"Lao Qi, Lao Qi!" Zhu rushed over anxiously, holding the maid's hand.
How did she find it? The two of them were shocked and hurriedly separated.
Shi Songyin's pink face turned red and she said in a panic: "Hongwen, what should I do?"
"Don't be afraid, my sister-in-law and I are of the same mind!"
Jiang Hongwen comforted her in a low voice and hurriedly welcomed her out, "Sister-in-law is pregnant, why are you running in such a hurry?"
Mrs. Zhu breathed heavily, her eyes hurriedly glanced at the pretty figure in the pavilion, and said angrily: "You still have the nerve to ask me, the flower hall... there was a quarrel in the flower hall. That painting... that painting... Zhao Huayang brought it ”
Jiang Hongwen was speechless.
"What painting? What Zhao Huayang? My sister-in-law can explain it more clearly."
Mrs. Zhu stamped her foot and said: "The painting the prince painted for Qingguan during the Lantern Festival..."
There was a buzzing sound, and Jiang Hongwen stood stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning. After a moment, he suddenly shouted, "Sister-in-law, you stay with Songyin, I'll go find Gu Qingwan!"
Zhu was startled by him. She covered her pounding heart and glanced at the panicked Shi Songyin. Then she looked at her brother-in-law's back and seemed to understand something.
She stamped her feet and sighed, grinding her molars and saying, "What the hell is this!"
"Gu Qingwan, where did you put the painting I painted for you in Tinglin last time?" Jiang Hongwen came over in a menacing manner.
Qingguan didn't know what was going on, "I put it in the study, what happened?"
"The painting is now in Zhao Huayang's hands. There was a commotion in the flower hall in front. Now nothing can be hidden."
"How can it be?"
Gu Qingguan was startled and took two steps to himself, his thoughts suddenly bursting out. Stopped, turned his head, and smiled coldly.
"Hongwen, please notify Tinglin immediately."
"And you?"
"I want to go back home and see if the painting is still there."
Jiang Hongwen immediately asked: "What if I'm not here?"
Gu Qingguan's face darkened, "If it's not here, then there really is a ghost!"
"Miss, look, the painting is here!" Yueniang pointed to the scroll in the box and breathed a sigh of relief.
Qingguan frowned, "Open it and let me take a look!"
Yueniang hurriedly bent down to pick up the two scrolls of paintings, turned around and walked to the bookcase, untied the string, and opened it carefully.
Just one look was like a bolt from the blue. This is still the original painting, it has been replaced by others.
Yueniang was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead, "Which little prostitute did such an immoral thing? It's really going to cost her her life!"
"Both paintings have been changed?" Yueniang hurriedly unfolded another one, half-shocked.
Gu Qingguan looked at the two landscape paintings, his initial surprise gradually dissipated, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. The civet cat has been replaced by the prince, and no one knows it. Who has such courage
Everything around her seemed to be blurred by ink, and she fell into a space full of danger. There were hidden enemies all around, looking at her eagerly.
She took a hard breath and tried to calm herself down, but found that her heart was still beating very fast.
"Come here, prepare the sedan. I'm going to the Prince's Mansion." Qian Fu was startled and immediately stopped him: "Miss, this is the moment..."