The dinner party at Fushoutang eventually became a farce.
The warm and harmonious appearance of the Wen family's father-son, filial piety, and son-in-law was finally completely torn apart.
Dafang Huayuan is quiet, no one is alone.
Liuyuan, the second room, was calm on the outside, but Aunt Ding started to check everyone.
The three-bedroom Yanyuan is well organized, but everyone has their own thoughts.
There was a huge quarrel in Sifang Fuyuan. The Yang family wanted to take their children away, but Wen Jihua refused.
It wasn't until late at night that Wen Guanbin finally woke up after taking medicine.
Fuyuan was the first to get the news, and Wen Jihua sent someone overnight to deliver all the ledgers.
When Wen Guanbin saw the ledgers piled outside, he almost vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted again.
Fortunately, Aunt Ding came over and helped manage Fushou Hall for the time being.
Early the next morning, Wen Guanbin called over Wen Zhongcong, Wen Shuquan and Wen Jihua.
After half a day, Wen Shuquan took Wen Zhongcong and left the Wen family.
In the afternoon, Wen Bogui was carried back.
The prison was not very comfortable, and Wen Bogui's whole figure was shattered, as if he was a different person.
In the east courtyard, Wen Qingzhu heard the news and asked, "Where did that money come from?"
"I heard it was taken from the warehouse of Fushou Hall." Jasmine said after thinking about Song Yan's words.
Wen Qingzhu's lips curled up: "That should be grandma's money, but in this case, the first and fourth rooms may not be grateful. After all, they already have money, and if they take it out now, not only will they not be grateful, they will only feel cold." .”
"My servant didn't go to Huayuan. I only asked about the news about Fuyuan. I heard that the fourth lady is no longer making trouble. However, I can see that the people in Fuyuan have begun to be wary of other servants of the Wen family."
Wen Qingzhu folded a gold ingot, put it down, stood up and looked at the falling snow outside: "Next year at the latest, the Wen family will really be divided."
Early the next morning, Wen Bogui force-fed medicine and woke up.
Wen Dahai led people to carry Wen Bogui on his back and went to Wanjia together.
At noon, the three Wan family members were finally brought back.
In the middle of the afternoon, Mrs. Liu woke up and ordered someone to invite Wen Qingzhu.
Wen Qingzhu asked the peony and ingots to be put away, and then she took Lu Tao to Fushou Hall.
At the gate of Fushou Hall, Wen Qingzhu met Wen Qingfang and Wen Qingxin.
Wen Qingfang looks very good, much better than when she was at the Wen family.
Wen Qingxin looked haggard, with a faint bruise under his eyes, and he didn't seem to have slept well.
The three of them exchanged greetings and then walked in together in harmony.
The three of them actually saw Mr. Liu in the bedroom.
"Grandma." The three of them greeted at the same time.
Mrs. Liu glanced at them, her expression showing no emotion.
After a long time, Grandma Du brought a booklet over.
After Mrs. Liu saw it, she looked at Wen Qingfang and said, "Your marriage has been arranged. He is the second son of Master Chi of the Ministry of Rites, so he is worthy of you."
Wen Qingfang was immediately stunned and thought quickly in her mind, who is Mr. Chi in the Ministry of Rites
How come she had never heard of it.
Mrs. Liu ignored her and looked at Wen Qingzhu.
There was nothing strange on Wen Qingzhu's face, he just listened quietly.
Mrs. Liu said with indifferent eyes: "Qinglan's marriage has also been arranged, the only son of Master Yan, the governor of the capital city."
Wen Qingzhu was startled and thought in his mind for a long time, who is Mr. Yan in the Dushui Prison
Finally, Mrs. Liu looked at Wen Qingxin and said quietly: "Xin'er has also made arrangements for General Qin to camp in the suburbs of Beijing."
Hearing the last three words, Wen Qingxin's face turned pale instantly.
"Which General Qin..." Wen Qingxin's hands trembled uncontrollably.
Mrs. Liu flipped through the book, then stopped at a certain page. She raised her head and told Aunt Du: "Let Miss Eleven have a look. General Qin is a fifth-grade Huaihua general. There is no official wife in the family, no parents-in-law, and no wife." Concubine, it is a blessing that you have only cultivated in ten lifetimes for General Qin to like you."
With a serious face, Grandma Du handed the booklet to Wen Qingxin.
Wen Qingxin looked up and instantly knocked over the booklet in Nanny Du's hand, screaming loudly: "Get out! Get away! Get away!"
She was so frightened that she stood up instantly and backed away continuously. She was so frightened that she seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, and her expression was extremely distorted.
With a crash, Wen Qingxin fell to the ground.
But she still quickly backed away in fear.
"Miss!" Bai Xiang heard her scream outside, opened the curtain and rushed in.
When Baixiang saw Wen Qingxin's expression, she immediately knelt down and hugged Wen Qingxin: "Don't be afraid, Miss! My slave is here! My slave is here! You will be fine! You will be fine!"
Mrs. Liu glanced at Wen Qingxin indifferently and said displeasedly: "Although General Qin is not very handsome, you don't have to be scared like this."
Wen Qingzhu felt strange and got up to see the booklet on the ground.
Seeing this, Grandma Du quickly bent down to help her pick it up: "Miss Qi, I will help you pick it up."
"Thank you, mama." Wen Qingzhu took it and looked down.
The man in the picture album does not look good, and he looks a bit old.
Looking at the following two lines of introduction, Wen Qingzhu frowned.
This General Qin is already forty-two years old? !
"What? Xiaoqi also likes General Qin?" Mrs. Liu's voice suddenly came from in front of me.
Wen Qingzhu hurriedly handed the booklet back to Nanny Du, smiling gently: "Grandma was joking, I just saw Sister Eleven so... Xiao Qiyi was curious to take a look."
"You guys go, Xiao Qi stays." Mrs. Liu looked away, closed her eyes and began to rest.
Wen Qingzhu looked around, and Wen Qingfang left calmly.
With Bai Xiang's support, Wen Qingxin followed and left tremblingly.
When the room became quiet, Grandma Du quietly retreated.
Mrs. Liu did not open her eyes, but said slowly: "Xiao Qi, in March next year, no matter what means you use, you must win over the body and mind of the fifth prince."
Wen Qingzhu lowered his head and sneered, but did not answer her.
After waiting for a long time, Mrs. Liu slowly opened her eyes without waiting for an answer.
She stared at Wen Qingzhu coldly: "What? No confidence? Then I will prepare two pretty maids for you."
"Grandma has taken the trouble. Qingzhu will solve this matter properly. Please rest assured, grandma." Wen Qingzhu stood up and blessed Mrs. Liu.
"Okay, you can go down." Ms. Liu glanced at her and waved her hand to let her go.
New Year's Eve, late at night.
Wen Qingzhu quietly left Wen Mansion and went to the other courtyard at the foot of Lingyun Mountain.
Standing at the door of the mourning hall, Wen Qingzhu gently pushed open the wooden door.
With two creaks, the candlelight in the room came out, illuminating her face with a warm orange color.
"Grandpa, grandma, mother, Qingzhu is here to accompany you."
Wen Qingzhu walked in and filled the iron basin with ingots with the help of Lu Tao.
"Miss, incense." Lu Tao handed out three sticks of incense to her.
"Yes." Wen Qingzhu took it, walked to the magic table, put the three incense sticks into the flame of the candlestick and lit them.
Light gray smoke and dust floated in the air, disappearing without a trace within a few breaths.
Wen Qingzhu took the incense, bowed seriously three times, and then put the incense into the incense burner.
She turned around, knelt on the futon in front of the altar table, and began to add ingots to the burning iron basin.
"Lu Tao, do you still remember what my mother looked like?"
Lu Tao knelt next to her and handed her the ingot: "I remember that my wife protected me many times when I was a child."
Wen Qingzhu sighed as she tried to remember.
But my mother’s appearance is never clear. It’s been too long...
As the night got darker, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.
Lu Tao stood up and turned around to see that the people coming were Nan Xiao and Mao Bo.
"Why are you here?"
Wen Qingzhu didn't look back and asked Lu Tao: "Who is it?"
"It's me and Uncle Mao." Nan Xiao walked in carrying a food box.
Wen Qingzhu stood up and turned to look at them: "Miss Nan Xiao?"
Next to him, Uncle Mao touched his beard and looked at the tablet above: "It's almost midnight. The old man heard from Nan Xiao that Miss Wen was coming, so he took the liberty to come and have a look. Miss Wen won't mind, right?"
"Where is it?" Wen Qingzhu immediately stepped forward and told Lu Tao sideways, "Go and set the table quickly."
"Yes!" Lu Tao's face was filled with joy. Finally, his lady was no longer alone this year.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the table by the window was set up.
Nan Xiao took out all the vegetables from the food box.
Wen Qingzhu was startled when he saw the dishes on the table.
Nan Xiao explained while placing the dishes and chopsticks: "Brother Fu ordered these dishes. He said he would definitely come here on New Year's Eve and let me prepare them in advance."
Looking at the table full of dishes, a warm current flowed through Wen Qingzhu's heart.
"Thank you Nan Xiao, thank you Mao Bo." A sincere smile appeared on Wen Qingzhu's face.
When Nan Xiao heard this, her eyes flashed, and she took the initiative to pour wine for Wen Qingzhu: "Qingzhu, this is the pear blossom wine I brewed myself. Try it, Brother Fu likes it very much."
Wen Qingzhu took it and drank it in one gulp.
The sweet taste passed through the lips and teeth, flowed through the throat, and finally fell into the stomach.
"It tastes good." Wen Qingzhu put down his wine glass and praised it.
"Then keep drinking!" Nan Xiao continued to pour her wine.
One month later, Wen's Yanyuan.
Wen Qingzhu took green pottery and peony for a walk in the garden.
"Miss, look at the jasmine flowers in the flowerbed!" Lu Tao stood next to Wen Qingzhu and pointed not far ahead.
"Yesterday was the Waking of Insects. The cold has passed and the weather has become warmer, so flowers will naturally grow." Wen Qingzhu was in a good mood and patiently explained to Lu Tao.
"Then we have to start taking care of the medicine garden in the backyard!" Lu Tao suddenly shouted.
Shaoyao chuckled softly: "We have already started preparing. By the time you think about it, even the winter seedlings in the medicine garden will not survive."
Lu Tao was humiliated and took Wen Qingzhu's hand: "Miss! Look at Shaoyao! He actually laughed at me!"
Just as Wen Qingzhu was about to speak, a very hypocritical laughter suddenly came from beside him.
"Yo! Go ahead and bully our green pottery girl!"
Wen Qingzhu looked sideways and saw Wen Qinglan walking over with Yuan'er, followed by Wen Qingmei.
"I've met Seventh Sister." Wen Qinglan saluted respectfully.
Wen Qingzhu's good mood all morning was instantly diluted.
She said calmly: "Fourth sister is really in a good mood, aren't you going to prepare a dowry at home?"
Hearing this, Wen Qinglan's face suddenly froze.