"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Wen Mingxuan's voice brought her back to her thoughts.
Looking at Mingxuan in front of him, Wen Qingzhu's whole heart suddenly felt warm.
"Sister, it's okay. Mingxuan eat more and grow taller quickly."
"Yes!" Wen Mingxuan nodded heavily and continued to eat.
While the two were eating, Lu Tao hurried in and said hurriedly: "Miss, Sister Songyan has sent news that the old lady may invite you over tonight."
"I understand." Wen Qingzhu looked calm and gave Mingxuan a piece of beef.
Lu Tao walked around next to her: "Although the master of the copybook will no longer pursue it, Miss Eleven must have been slapped by the Fourth Master, and she must be blamed on the miss. Otherwise, why would the old lady invite you over? This is terrible what should I do!"
"It's okay. The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge." Wen Qingzhu was not worried that the old lady would embarrass her.
But two days ago, when she was at Fushou Hall, she suddenly heard that Wen Mingliang knew that person, and she lost her composure for a moment.
"Seventh girl?" The old lady looked impatient when she saw Wen Qingzhu lost his mind.
Wen Qingzhu immediately suppressed the hatred in his heart, lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, grandma, my granddaughter just didn't expect that this copied copybook would offend His Highness the Fifth Prince, and I'm really scared."
When the old lady heard her mention this matter again, her face became even more unhappy: "What are you so afraid of? It was Ming Liang who took the blame for you!"
"Yes! My granddaughter will make it clear in the future." Wen Qingzhu lowered his eyelids and admitted his mistake again.
Hearing this, Wen Mingliang felt a little sorry and helped explain: "This is all my grandson's fault. The seventh sister told me a long time ago that it was a fake, but I didn't believe it."
The old lady glared at Wen Mingliang and still blamed Wen Qingzhu: "It's not that Qi Yatou didn't explain clearly!
Wen Guanbin frowned and said coldly: "This matter has nothing to do with Xiao Qi!"
The old lady was confused, but she could only reply softly: "The master said it is true."
"Now that the matter has been settled, you all can go down." Wen Guanbin was a little tired and waved his children and grandchildren to leave.
"yes."
Everyone stood up and exited the room one by one.
Wen Qingzhu followed Wen Shuquan and walked to Yanyuan together.
After separating from the Fourth Fang and his son, Wen Shuquan suddenly asked: "Do you know His Highness the Fifth?"
Hearing this, Wen Qingzhu was shocked. Could he have seen it
But in an instant, Wen Qingzhu had straightened his expression, raised his eyes slightly, and said in a panic: "My child has never met His Highness the Fifth Prince. I just heard that my child's copybook stained His Highness's eyes, and I was panicked for a moment."
Wen Shuquan didn't say anything, he just looked at her sideways with bottomless eyes.
After a moment, Uncle Wen completely withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her.
When they arrived at Yanyuan, when they were about to separate, he suddenly said: "Does Zhu'er miss your mother?"
Wen Qingzhu suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with complicated and unbearable sadness.
"You should go back and rest early." After Wen Shuquan finished speaking, he turned and walked towards Jinsong Pavilion.
Looking at his back, Wen Qingzhu was secretly vigilant and must be careful in the future.
After coming back to his senses, Wen Qingzhu had no appetite at all, so he put down his chopsticks.
"Sister, don't you want to eat? I'll go to my grandmother's house with my sister tonight." Wen Mingxuan was very worried about her.
Wen Qingzhu touched his face and said, "Sister is fine, and grandma won't do anything to her, but you, for not answering father's question last time, did he punish you?"
Wen Mingxuan shook his head: "Father didn't punish me, he just asked me to copy my homework ten more times."
Wen Qingzhu laughed. He asked you to copy his homework. How could it not be a punishment
But even so, she still had to warn him: "In the future, you must make some mistakes in front of your father. When necessary, your performance will be worse than Wen Mingqian, do you understand?"
"So, what about sir?" Wen Mingxuan asked again.
"It's the same thing sir, if you are asked to write an article, you don't want to write the best one, just keep it good but not bad."
Wen Mingxuan must perform very mediocrely.
Not to mention Aunt Wu, the first and fourth rooms would not let him grow up like this.
"However, if you have written an article, sister can help you read it." Wen Qingzhu added.
Wen Mingxuan was very surprised: "Does my sister know what the teacher taught me?"
"Of course! Sister can do anything!" Wen Qingzhu was very proud.
She has followed the world's largest Confucian school for ten years. Even though she is not his disciple, he said that she is the one who is most like him.
The sun was setting in the west, and fiery clouds dyed the sky red.
Wen Qingzhu put down his propaganda pen, stood up and walked to the window, watching Jasmine walking towards her.
"Lv Tao, bring your things, let's go to Fushou Hall."
Wen Qingzhu turned around and walked to the door, his eyes like cold pools looking straight ahead.
Mrs. Wen, she is here.
When the two of them arrived at the entrance of Fushou Hall, they happened to meet the sixth lady of the main room, Wen Qingfang.
"Sixth sister." Wen Qingzhu took the initiative to say hello.
Wen Qingfang has dark eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, fair skin, and always has the right smile on her face.
Seeing Wen Qingzhu say hello, she immediately nodded: "Seventh sister."
"Let's go in together." The smile on Wen Qingzhu's face deepened a little.
"Um."
Wen Qingfang walked in side by side with her, with a person's distance between them.
Neither distant nor intimate.
When they arrived at the inner hall, the old lady had already sat down, and Wen Qingxin sat on her left.
Seeing her and Wen Qingfang coming in together, Wen Qingxin immediately gritted his teeth.
As soon as her mind changed, Wen Qingxin said deliberately: "Sixth sister, you and seventh sister have such a good relationship! Grandma always invites you to come with her."
Wen Qingfang glanced at her vaguely, and then saluted the old lady: "Grandma, my granddaughter is here."
Although the old lady didn't like the eldest lady, she still liked Wen Qingfang quite a lot.
Except for the second wife and Wen Qingruo who is already married, the other three are the legitimate daughters.
Wen Qingfang of the big house is polite, knows how to advance and retreat, and is involved in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a standard lady of the capital and a lady in the capital.
The most important thing is that she is different from Wen Qingxin. Although she is also favored, she will not be arrogant due to favor.
Therefore, the old lady also likes Wen Qingfang, just as much as she likes Wen Qingxin.
"Come and sit down!" When the old lady saw Wen Qingfang coming, she immediately waved her over.
Wen Qingfang quickened her pace, but her skirt remained steady and did not fluctuate too much.
When the old lady saw this, she felt more and more satisfied.
Wen Qingxin beside him was so angry that he was left out and gritted his teeth.
After sitting down, Wen Qingfang smiled and replied: "Sister Qingxin, Qingzhu and I met at my grandmother's door just now, so we came in together. Don't be jealous."
"Who is jealous!" Wen Qingxin couldn't stand Wen Qingfang's pretentiousness, and her voice couldn't help but become louder.
With Wen Qingfang in comparison, the old lady was a little dissatisfied with Wen Qingxin.
However, her tone was still kind: "Xin'er, you can relax at home. Outside, you have to learn from your sixth sister. Her etiquette and rules were taught by the aunt in the palace."
Even though Wen Qingxin is so arrogant, he still knows how to read words and emotions.
She immediately softened her voice, took the old lady's hand, and said aggrievedly: "Isn't it because Xin'er has no chance to learn? If given the chance, Xin'er can be as polite and considerate as the sixth sister."
"That's great. If you go to your sixth sister's place more often in the future, she will definitely be willing to teach you! I'm afraid you can't hold back your temper."
The old lady's unhappiness immediately dissipated when she saw her looking so cute and innocent.
"Well, Xin'er knows." Wen Qingxin pretended to be obedient and pressed against the old lady's arm, "But Xin'er still wants to spend time with her grandmother."
Seeing Wen Qingxin acting coquettishly, the old lady had no choice but to tap her forehead: "You girl."
A great drama of deep love between ancestors and grandchildren is finally coming to an end.
Wen Qingzhu has been standing for more than a quarter of an hour.
The old lady seemed to think of her just now and scolded: "Why doesn't Miss Qi sit down? Grandma is not an outsider. Zi Yan, please take Miss Qi to sit down."
"Yes." Zi Yan stepped forward, moved the chair opposite the old lady, turned back to Wen Qingzhu and said, "Miss Qi, please take a seat."
"Thank you, Sister Ziyan." Wen Qingzhu stepped forward slowly, his skirt not moving at all.
When she reached the seat, she gently lifted up her skirt and sat down with her back straight, her hands folded in the air, and she looked at them with a smile.
The old lady called Wen Qingzhu here this time just to polish her off.
But Wen Qingzhu's etiquette from walking to sitting down was not only better than Wen Qingfang, but even better than anyone she had ever seen.
When did this girl's etiquette become so good
Unable to speak, the old lady could only ask someone to serve the food: "Songyan, let them serve the food."
"Yes." Song Yan lowered her head and accepted the order.
Before leaving, he quietly glanced at Wen Qingzhu.
It seemed that she would have to be nicer to Wen Qingzhu in the future.
The maids filed in with trays and put the dishes on the table one by one. There were eight dishes and four soups, a total of twelve dishes.
After rinsing her mouth, the old lady looked at the steamed seabass on the table and told Song Yan: "Give Qi Yatou a piece."
Song Yan took a piece of seabass meat as instructed, dipped it in the sauce, put it on a plate, and brought it to Wen Qingzhu.
"Qi Yatou, this is the seabass sent from Yuanjiang River. It's rare for you to eat it in Yanyuan. Try it." The old lady said with seeming concern.
Wen Qingzhu sneered in his heart and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you grandma for the reward."
After saying that, she picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, and gently put it in her mouth.
After chewing, the tip of my tongue suddenly felt slightly numb.
Wen Qingzhu lowered his eyelids to hide the contempt in his eyes.
"Qi Yatou, you don't think it tastes good?" the old lady asked again.
Wen Qingzhu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly moist, and his voice was slightly low as he said: "No, it's just that this sea bass reminds me of my mother. My mother took me to my grandpa's house before, and I also had this okra. "Perch, I was feeling sentimental for a moment, so I didn't disturb my grandmother."
The old lady's expression froze. She had actually eaten this Jiangnan famous dish!
Okra and seabass is an exclusive dish of Baiweilou and is hard to find.
Wen Qingxin was a little unwilling, and she insisted on asking: "Sister Qi, couldn't you have guessed? This is only the second time I've eaten this dish!"
Wen Qingzhu's face showed a hint of surprise: "Has sister Qingxin only eaten it once? Every time I went to my grandpa's house when I was a child, there was this dish. Isn't this an ordinary dish?"
After saying that, she looked at the old lady and Wen Qingfang, her eyes full of confusion.
The old lady's expression became increasingly ugly. Seeing this, Wen Qingfang immediately said, "Sister Qingzhu, this is a unique dish of Baiweilou."
"Sister Qingxin can't afford Baiweilou's food?!" Wen Qingzhu pretended to be shocked.