In Luomeiyuan, several potted roses bloomed beautifully and colorfully, making the plum trees more vivid.
Mrs. Ji was lying on the wicker chair on the porch, watching the servants pruning the flower branches.
The rattan chair is covered with thick tiger skin, which is soft and warm.
Mrs. Ji gradually became sleepy, closed her eyes, and dozed off.
Suddenly, a pair of small hands touched her shoulders, and began to beat them carefully, the strength was a little light, but very comfortable.
Mrs. Ji didn't open her eyes, she smiled slowly: "Is it Brother Liu?"
"En." Brother Liu responded softly.
Mrs. Ji took Brother Liu's little hand: "Okay, grandma is comfortable, no need to hammer, have you done your homework today?"
Brother Liu nodded and didn't say much.
Mrs. Ji sighed secretly, this child is good in everything, but he is a bit timid, he dare not even say a few words, if his mother didn't let him come, he can probably stay in the room all day.
"Your mother asked you to come here?"
Brother Liu nodded, then shook his head quickly.
"You wanted to come here?"
Brother Liu paused and nodded.
Mrs. Ji thought to herself that I am your grandmother, not your enemy, so why are you afraid of me
It's better to meditate. When I was young, I followed her behind, like a small tail that couldn't be driven away, and she was very noisy. She didn't hit her for a day, and she went to the house. Except when she fell asleep, she was never pure for a moment. .
It's strange that she loves meditation the most, so who doesn't like such a naughty and playful baby grandson? When people are old, they like to be lively and lively. This little girl comes to her yard every day, and she also hurts, but it's not much fun after all.
Mrs. Ji asked the servant girl to take the food, and Brother Liu sat on the small chair beside Mrs. Ji in a regular manner, eating small bites, chewing slowly, without making the slightest sound.
Brother Liu finished eating.
He followed the Ji family's habit of eating, and there was no reason to eat second.
Mrs. Ji looked at his little eyes that were yearning but trying to hold back, sighed secretly, picked up the plate with the snacks: "Eat another piece."
Brother Liu swallowed his saliva, and said crisply: "The grandson is full."
Mrs. Ji didn't say anything, and put down the plate.
The servant girl took out a handkerchief, wiped Brother Liu's hands, and handed him hot tea to rinse his mouth.
He sat quietly beside the old lady, looking at the scenery that the old lady was also looking at.
Such a big child should go to the ground to rub the mud, but he accompanied the lonely old woman to enjoy the flowers like a girl. Mrs. Ji couldn't stand it anymore, and said to him: "Grandma is going to take a lunch break. Go back to sleep."
Brother Liu jumped off the ground, bowed his hands to Mrs. Ji, and said, "Grandson will leave."
Mrs. Ji nodded kindly, Brother Liu took three steps back, bowed his body, and turned around just now.
Ji Mingxiu happened to enter the courtyard and bumped into brother Liu who was about to go out.
Brother Liu saw Ji Mingxiu, like a mouse seeing a cat, his face turned pale with fright: "Big, big, big..."
Ji Mingxiu slapped him on the head: "Little stammer."
Brother Liu is so wronged, he is not stuttering, he can talk, he, he, he, he...
Mrs. Ji couldn't bear to see, she glared at her grandson, and said to Brother Liu's personal maid: "Dongmei, take Brother Liu back."
"Yes." Dongmei took the order, took brother Liu's hand, and withdrew.
Ji Mingxiu strode forward, Rong's mother moved a stool quickly, and Ji Mingxiu sat down: "How is grandma?"
"Good morning." Mrs. Ji gave him a sharp look, "It's okay, don't scare your brother, he's timid."
Ji Mingxiu raised his eyebrows: "Is that my brother? I thought it was a younger sister."
The servant laughed sullenly.
Mrs. Ji slapped him on the back of the hand: "Does anyone say that about his younger brother?"
The corners of Ji Mingxiu's lips twitched lightly.
It's rare to see him playing tricks on Brother Liu. When we saw him in the past, he would just look at him and not speak. Mrs. Ji looked him up and down: "What's the good thing?"
Ji Mingxiu said, "I found a granddaughter-in-law for my grandmother."
Mrs. Ji's eyes lit up instantly: "Which family's girl?"
"It's from the Enbo Mansion." Ji Mingxiu said.
"Her family." Mrs. Ji was a little disappointed. The human heart is a very strange thing. When Ji Mingxiu refused to get married, Mrs. Ji only asked him to marry one. Wanting to get married, the old lady hoped that he would marry someone worthy of a family background. The Enbo Mansion was obviously not good enough. Which one is it? The third lady from the third bedroom, or the fourth and fifth misses from the fourth bedroom?"
"Fifth Miss is only eight years old." Rong's mother reminded.
The corners of Madam Ji's mouth twitched: "That's the third miss, the fourth miss?"
"Miss Si is already talking about kissing her natal cousin." Mother Rong reminded again.
"Miss San?" Mrs. Ji's complexion was ugly, "Her father is a rascal!"
Who doesn't know that the third master of the Qiao family is idle, and in the early years he bought a job with money, and quit after a few days, and he didn't do family business. A daughter taught by this kind of person can have what's good
Ji Mingxiu sighed: "Yesterday, the emperor announced me into the palace, and told me about the marriage of the Qiao family. He said that the marriage was arranged when the queen was alive. Marry, I forced the Qiao family to hand over the marriage certificate, the emperor found out, Long was displeased, and reprimanded me, saying that I did not pay attention to the Queen's will."
Mrs. Ji muttered a bit: "But, but this third lady is not as good as Xi'er. You didn't want a girl as good as Xi'er back then, but now it's really..."
Ji Mingxiu said, "Yes, my grandson also regrets it very much, but what should I do? Besides her, who else can my grandson marry? He won't marry a girl from the big house, right?"
Mrs. Ji said without hesitation: "The girl in the big house doesn't want it! If you do that kind of thing with King Yin, don't even think about entering the gate of my Ji family!"
Rong's mother hesitated for a moment, and said: "The servant has heard some news. It seems that Miss Dafang and His Highness Prince Yin are just a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Mrs. Ji lived in a simple place, and the news was not very well-informed.
Rong's mother said: "The news spread in the capital, saying that the girl from Qiao's family was wronged, and there was another person who was married to King Yin for a night, and that person came to the door with a child!"
"Child, do you have a child?" Mrs. Ji's tongue became knotted when she heard about the child. God knows how much she longs for a normal and lively child after being "tortured" by brother Liu's grandson for so long
Rong's mother nodded and said, "Yes, there are three!"
Mrs. Ji swallowed hard.
Rong's mother had already been shocked, and brought up the old matter again, calmer than the old lady: "But no matter what, after all, I have a physical relationship with Prince Yin, and it is not appropriate to marry into our family."
Mrs. Ji nodded, yes, what happened back then was full of turmoil, the emperor and the civil and military ministers all saw Mrs. Qiao coming out of King Yin's tent, and Mrs. Ji didn't believe that the two of them were fine, maybe King Yin really favored others. But it's not necessarily that he didn't touch the Qiao family, so, for the sake of the reputation of the Ji family, it's better not to marry a woman who is criticized.
This world is so unfair. Qiao Wei was cleared of the crime of seducing King Yin, but she couldn't wash away the fact that she shared the same bed. People will not look at her with colored eyes just because she is a victim. At most, it's a pity for this girl.
Mrs. Ji sighed helplessly: "The girl from the first room has too much criticism and has a bad reputation. You should marry the girl from the third room!"
Ji Mingxiu paused: "What if I insist on marrying?"
Mrs. Ji immediately sat up: "You really..." Realizing something, her gray eyebrows twitched, "Did you do it on purpose? Did she pour you some ecstasy soup? Why are you so stubborn?"
Ji Mingxiu said calmly: "This marriage was bestowed by the former empress. I just obeyed the former empress's edict. If grandmother is not willing, then go ask the emperor to issue an imperial edict to refute the former empress's edict. .”
Mrs. Ji was so angry that the first empress had passed away for many years, and the latter had been vacant. It can be seen that the emperor had a deep affection for her. It was very conceivable, how could the emperor order to refute the former empress' face
"She is not from Qiao's family anymore!"
Ji Mingxiu stared and said, "I've already returned to Qiao's house."
Mrs. Ji looked at Mama Rong, and Mama Rong nodded: "My maidservant has heard that Uncle Zheng of the Qiao family is not dead, but just disappeared. Take it home."
In this way, this marriage certificate is really effective.
But Mrs. Ji is not reconciled, how can his grandson with a bright future marry a woman with a notorious reputation? That woman also had a baby with someone else, what is she trying to do? Let her grandson be a cheap father to a pair of poor boys
Mrs. Ji scolded in a low voice: "She has already had a baby with someone else!"
"The child is mine."
"What?"
Ji Mingxiu paused word by word, "My child, it's mine."
Mrs. Ji is dumb...
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Qiao Wei once thought that she was an abandoned daughter after all, and she had a child out of wedlock, so what if the child is a meditator? It is still a matter of criticism. If you think about it, a family as big as Ji's family should not agree to her passing through the door.
However, to her surprise, the Ji family sent a mother the next afternoon.
The mother who came was none other than Rong's mother beside the old lady.
Qiao Wei was stunned for a moment, I didn't save your old lady, you must have recollected it, and came to ask my teacher for your crime, right
Rong's mother was also very surprised, isn't this one of the girls who rescued the old lady twice? Why are you here
Mother Rong was too shocked to speak, but Qiao Wei calmed down first, and asked calmly, "Mother Rong, why are you here?"
Rong's mother said: "I'm here to find Miss Qiao, does your benefactor know Miss Qiao?"
Qiao Wei smiled: "If you're looking for Miss Qiao who lives here, then it should be me."
Rong's mother was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear: "You, you, you are... Miss Qiao?"
Qiao Wei smiled: "Yes."
This is really hell! Among the girls who healed the old lady twice was Miss Qiao who had a marriage contract with the young master——
Shock is no longer enough to describe Rong's mother's mood. Rong's mother asked in a daze: "That time...you were the one who was put in jail?"
"Yes." Qiao Wei's smile remained unchanged.
Rong's mother opened her mouth: "Then the last time I went to the temple..."
Qiao Wei said with a look of regret: "It was only later that I found out that the old lady is the grandmother of Mingxiu. I went to the appointment that day, but I didn't see the grandmother of Mingxiu. I was so disappointed."
She heard every word of the words that gave her a bad reputation that day. When Rong's mother thought of this, she felt extremely embarrassed: "You have to forgive the old lady for what happened that time, she also listened to that woman's slander. , I misunderstood you, it is rare that although you didn't know it, you had a bodhisattva heart and saved the old lady's life for the second time."
Saved... Half of it, Qiao Wei pursed her lips, suppressed the little strangeness in her eyes, and said with great worry: "I forgot to bring the golden needle that time, what a mistake."
Rong's mother said: "No wonder you."
Qiao Wei smiled and said, "How is the old lady?"
Rong's mother smiled: "It's been a few months of recuperation, and it's almost better."
Qiao Wei smiled: "That's good, that's good."
Mother Rong felt emotional, and took her hand affectionately: "This is really fate!"
Qiao Wei smiled and welcomed Mother Rong into the main room.
Rong's mother looked at the clean and tidy villa, but it was not luxurious enough, and said, "I heard that your father is back, so I'm very happy to congratulate you."
Qiao Wei made a pot of chrysanthemum tea: "Thank you, Mama Rong."
Rong's mother picked up the teacup. It was just an ordinary white porcelain cup. It was far inferior to the white jade and jade vessels used by Ji's family, but when paired with this clear scented tea, it was quite refreshing.
Rong's mother took a sip and said thoughtfully, "It's not quite the same as the chrysanthemums I used to drink."
Qiao Wei said, "It's wild chrysanthemums picked in the mountains."
No wonder the wild chrysanthemums taste more fragrant than those sold in the market.
Mother Rong drank three or four sips and felt much more refreshed: "By the way, Ms. Qiao, since you have recovered your status, why don't you move back to Qiao's house? The mountain is too poor."
Qiao Wei smiled: "I'm used to living here, and the business is also here, so it's easy to take care of."
Rong's mother thought of the big warehouse she saw at the door, and people came in and out from time to time, looking very busy, she said, "I don't know what kind of business Miss Qiao is doing?"
"Preserved eggs."
Mother Rong was taken aback again: "You made the preserved eggs?"
They all love to eat it!
It's just that it's too difficult to buy. Occasionally, the young master brings back a jar, or the emperor in the palace rewards some, which is basically not enough to eat.
Rong's mother looked at Qiao Wei's eyes, and there was another change.
In fact, leaving aside the old sesame seeds and rotten millet, this young lady of the Qiao family is really a good girl, beautiful and generous. Although she is not as gentle and reserved as those delicate daughters, she is hardworking and capable, with a good hand and a kind heart. It is also very rare.
Qiao Wei saw that Rong's mother had finished a cup of tea and still didn't get to the point, so she asked, "Rong's mother came to see me today, what's the matter?"
"I..." Rong's mother took a deep breath, "I want to see the young master and the young miss."
To be honest, Qiao Wei is not used to her child being "coveted" by others. How come the child she raised herself has become someone else's young master and young lady? It was really sour.
Qiao Wei cleared her throat and said, "They are in a private school, so I'm afraid it's not convenient to come out to meet people."
Being rejected, Rong's mother was a little surprised. It stands to reason that she wanted to marry into Ji's family so much. With a bargaining chip like a child, she should be eager to take it out, but she seemed to be hiding it and refused to let her see it.
Mother Rong said, "I'll take a look from a distance."
Qiao Wei hesitated for a moment, made sure she was really just looking, and took her there.
The private school of the old scholar has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to last year. There are more students, the classrooms have been expanded, and Qiao Wei has also funded a library. The children in the village think that the private school is bigger, cleaner and more beautiful than their own home.
But as soon as Rong's mother entered the yard, she almost shed tears.
Did her young master and young miss study in such a dilapidated place? It's too miserable!
There were dozens of people sitting in the dark classroom, only an old master was speaking eloquently on the stage.
You must know that Brother Liu's study is bigger than this whole private school.
Brother Liu alone has six masters, each teaching different lessons, both civil and military.
"Which one is the young master?" Rong's mother stood on tiptoe.
Qiao Wei pointed to the seat in the middle of the first row, with a small body sitting upright: "The one in the blue dress."
Mother Rong: I can only see the back of the head!
Wang Shu is not difficult to identify, she is the one snoring on the desk, and Xiao Bai is more serious than her.
It's just that she was lying on her stomach, and Rong's mother couldn't see it!
Rong's mother was dying of anxiety.
At this moment, the old scholar called Jing Yun's name: "Jing Yun, come up and tell everyone the story of besieging Wei and saving Zhao."
"yes."
Jing Yun stood up and walked towards the stage.
Rong's mother stared at the little figure, inexplicably, feeling familiar.
Jing Yun turned around, and that face that was almost identical to Ji Mingxiu's met Rong's mother's eyes.