Liu Hanyun pulled Mo Yuhou to sit on the soft couch, and said in a low voice: "Madam said that there is a woman named Shi Niang outside the city who worked hard to conceive for eight months, but her husband has many concubines, and the concubines are in her husband's ears every day. Bian Jin slandered, saying that Shi Niang's child was not her husband's own, and that she was in collusion with others. My ten mothers soaked the pig cage."
To tell a story, Liu Hanyun still sighed a little: "It is very difficult for a woman to become pregnant. You can see that my wife's legs are swollen every day. Isn't it for the prosperity of the husband's family? Some people like to gossip behind their backs, and the ten mothers in the story are such a virtuous woman, she was misunderstood by her husband for no apparent reason, and died along with her children."
Mo Yuhou was slightly taken aback, and lowered his eyes: "This is really pitiful."
"Yeah, I've been sad for a while." Liu Hanyun said a little uneasy: "Now that I think about it, it's better to go back and continue to be a concubine. The heights are too cold, and I don't want to be the next ten mothers."
Ning Yuxuan patted her on the back lightly, and said in a low voice: "You saved my life, but I owe you my whole life. No matter what others say, I will not hurt your life."
Liu Hanyun smiled wryly: "So, the concubine is luckier than others."
"Don't think so much." Ning Yuxuan said: "You just take good care of it."
These women are half slandering, half interceding, really think he is stupid? But Mo Yuhou had to admit that Nie Sangyu still had tricks, he almost believed Wen Wan's words, but she knew how to use Liu Hanyun's mouth to tell stories.
As soon as the story was told, he understood it in his heart, isn't it too cold to be at a high place? There are still many people staring at the concubine of the Hou Mansion in her stomach.
Ning Mingjie was writing in Ningfu, and the old housekeeper next to him was reading a letter from Jing Wenhou.
Ever since the good news came out one after another from the Hou Mansion, Marquis Jing Wen couldn't sit still anymore, and he wanted him to marry the main wife, even if he didn't marry the main wife, it would be better if the two concubines came first, right? After all, he is the eldest son of the Hou family, and he is also an important official of the court. He has no concubine, only two maids serving him all the time. Compared with the sons of other families, he is too pure-hearted and ascetic.
Ning Mingjie still puts his left ear in and his right ear out. After reading a line after writing, he still feels that it is not as chic as the one written when he was about to enter the wine.
Is it a matter of writing? Ning Mingjie thought about it, but he still had to take the time to say hello to the old lady, and by the way, ask Sang Yu for two poems to write.
Regarding the issue of marrying a wife, he didn't have the idea of seeking true love and never marrying. He just established a career before starting a family. It has always been a family motto, isn't it? Although others think that he has already achieved success and fame, Ning Mingjie feels that he has not yet reached the level he wants.
Getting up to change clothes and going out, the maid Luo Qi picked up the handkerchief that fell out of his arms. There was a small snow mountain embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, which was extraordinarily delicate.
"My lord, do you still have to wear this handkerchief?" Luo Qi asked cautiously.
Ning Mingjie glanced at it, nodded, put it in his arms and went out the door.
Today, Mo Yuhou was going to explain things to the newly appointed people in the six departments, but just as he was about to go out, it started to rain outside. Standing at the door and watching the heavy rain, he had the rare thought of stealing half a day's leisure, and wanted to rest at home for a day.
Just turning around, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a horse-drawn carriage rushing towards him in the rain, splashing a puddle of water at the door, causing pedestrians to run away.
"Why is it raining so suddenly?" Chang Shan jumped out of the carriage, opened the umbrella and opened the curtain: "My lord."
Ning Mingjie was in a pretty good mood. Even though it was raining, he still took the umbrella from Chang Shan with a smile, and joked, "This is really a drowning chicken."
Chang Shan hurriedly ran under the eaves, patted the rainwater all over his body, raised his head while muttering, and saw Mo Yuhou beside him with a half-smile.
"Master Hou." Chang Shan hurriedly saluted.
Ning Mingjie walked to the door, put away the umbrella, and smiled slightly: "Did Yuxuan go out today?"
Ning Yuxuan nodded: "I want to sneak away in the mansion, it's really tiring to be so busy every day."
"It's because you worry too much." Ning Mingjie smiled and said, "It's rare that it's so cool today, so don't think about anything for now, just enjoy the rain scene."
Even though he was holding an umbrella, he was quite wet. Ning Mingjie took out the handkerchief casually and wiped his face and body.
Embroidered handkerchiefs with snow mountain patterns are not common in this place. Most people like to embroider handkerchiefs with flowers, birds and pictures. Ji Man was tired of embroidering, so he drew snow-capped mountains to embroider, so it was not Wange's hand. I don't like it, so it's useless.
But seeing this handkerchief now, Ning Yuxuan recognized it, his heart moved slightly, and he pursed his lips and said: "I heard that Mingjie came to the Hou's residence a few times and I was not there, why don't we go together to say hello to the old lady today, and then we will go to the old lady's house later. How about taking advantage of this scenery to write poems and paintings?"
Ning Mingjie didn't pay much attention to Mo Yuhou's eyes. Hearing this suggestion is not bad, but he added: "Speaking of writing poems, let Sang Yu do it. The poems she reads, I write more than usual. It's better, I don't know why."
Mo Yuhou's eyes darkened, he said "um", turned around, took the umbrella brought by the porter, and walked into the main courtyard.
Ji Man was talking with the old lady. The round belly made the old lady very happy, and she kept saying, "If you can have both children at once, it will be your greatest blessing."
"It's not that easy." Ji Man said with a smile, "I'm a little taller, and it's normal for me to have a big belly. Don't look forward to it too much, otherwise, Sang Yu will be worried every day, for fear that she won't meet the requirements of the old lady. gone."
"Look at this clever ghost." The old lady turned her head to look at Liu Hanyun and said, "Everything is so clever that I can't say a word."
Liu Hanyun still sat cautiously, protecting his stomach with his hands, and said with a smile: "It's Madam, who can live in this house safely."
The old lady smiled gratifiedly, and when she looked up, she saw Ning Mingjie and Ning Yuxuan coming together to pay her respects, she immediately smiled and said, "Look what day it is, Mingjie is here."
Ji Man followed the old lady's gaze, and two men walked in with smiles on their faces, greeting the old lady. But for some reason, the smile on Ning Yuxuan's face felt a bit fake no matter how she looked at it.
"It's rare that you two can walk together." The old lady smiled and said: "Let's have dinner together at noon, I will let the servants prepare it."
Ning Mingjie agreed, and Ning Yuxuan turned to her and said, "It's raining outside, and it happens to be quite poetic. Later, I will be with Mingjie, let's write poetry and paint."
Ji Man raised his eyebrows and nodded. She is locked in the room by licorice and wicks every day, and being able to go out for activities is also good for the fetus.
The gazebo in the garden in the yard came in handy again. Jiman was almost supported by licorice and wicks. It was raining and the road was slippery. The two girls were extremely cautious. When we arrived at the pavilion, we checked it inside and out, and then brought a soft chair for her to sit on.
Ji Man couldn't laugh or cry, but felt warm in her heart. These two maids who didn't know anything treated her better than anyone else.
The pavilion is not big, only the licorice was left to help grind the ink, and the other servants returned to their respective places. Ji Man watched the rain fall from the eaves of the gazebo, took a deep breath, and was in a good mood.
Mo Yuhou set up the table and began to draw. Ning Mingjie took the brush, but looked at her and said, "Madam, please give me two more poems."
Ji Man is a little embarrassed, it's all someone else's, she is plagiarizing aboveboard, immoral, immoral.
"I still remember a poem written by someone else. It's not long but very artistic." Ji Man said with a smile, "I'll read it and Master Biao will write it."
"Okay." Ning Mingjie nodded with a smile.
Mo Yuhou's back was a little stiff, and he pursed his lips tightly, but he didn't make a sound.
"Chun Mian doesn't wake up, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall." Ji Man recited this poem with the posture of shaking his head like a primary school student, and Ning Mingjie followed him, each stroke was elegant passion.
"It's really suitable for the occasion." He looked at the fallen flowers in the soil of the garden, and sighed, "How many flowers will fall after a night of wind and rain."
Ji Man glanced at Ning Yuxuan, feeling something was wrong in his heart, this person has always been extremely possessive, it's inappropriate for her to be so poetic as Young Master Biao, in front of him. But he didn't say a word, and Ning Mingjie, who was simple-minded and not high in EQ, didn't realize it at all.
After the poem was written, Mo Yuhou's painting was only half painted. The rain has gradually stopped.
Ning Mingjie looked at the sky, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow will definitely be sunny, and I have to give you a poem. This trip is really pleasant."
Licorice blushed and put down Shi Mo, and said in a low voice, "Master Biao's handwriting is so beautiful."
"Really?" Ning Mingjie smiled slightly, dried the words he just wrote, handed Licorice and said, "Then I'll send you off."
Licorice blushed, took the rice paper he handed over with trembling hands, and said inarticulately with excitement: "Many... Thank you, Master Biao, I will definitely frame it."
Ning Mingjie laughed.
Ji Man got up, wanting to see what Mo Yuhou painted, but he kept silent, and glanced at her from time to time, with an expression of "I'm very upset, sir". Ji Man didn't know what provoked him, but seeing that his expression was better now, he wanted to get close.
Unexpectedly, this guy directly kneaded the painted things into a ball, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you didn't draw it well, this one is invalid."
"What did Lord Hou paint?" Ji Man asked curiously.
"A flower." Ning Yuxuan stuffed the drawing paper into his sleeve, stood up and said calmly, "A flower that has been hit by the rain is too ugly, it's really hard to draw."