Chapter 9 The violent Song family, the bitter maid

To the east of the Duke of Wei's Mansion, most of the servants of the Guogong Mansion live in a long lane. Then cross this alleyway and turn into Rongshu Street. One of the two-entry houses in the middle is the residence of Mother Song and her adoptive son's family.

It was dusk, and the alley behind the house was filled with a strong smell of fireworks, mixed with the aroma of rice, which made this long alley very crowded for no reason. Three or two children played by the roadside and stepped on the shadows of the setting sun. Simple games made them happy and made them laugh from time to time.

A green sedan chair came from the east. The sedan chairman shouted at the child and gave way. The loud rebuke didn't know whose dog it had shocked. He barked and rushed out of the yard, but was pulled by the owner and lowered his voice to warn: "Open your dog's eyes, that's Mother Song's sedan chair."

The big yellow dog stared blankly at its owner, as if thinking about who Mother Song was.

The sedan chair stopped in front of the door of Mr. Song's housekeeper on Rongshu Street. Mother Song bent down and got off the sedan chair and coughed in front of the door as usual.

An eight- or nine-year-old maid opened the door of the courtyard, saw Mother Song, and hurriedly behaved to bless her.

In the yard, a three-year-old boy held a chair and looked this way. When he saw Mother Song, he opened his mouth and showed his white teeth happily. He opened a pair of short legs and rushed to Mother Song.

Mama Song quickly came forward, held the boy in her arms, whispered a few words, and stared at the little maid with a pair of fierce eyes: "Why are you looking at Minger?"

The maid shrank, stared at the ground and dared not raise it. She whispered, "Sister Lamei is in the kitchen..."

Mama Song frowned and still handed over her grandson to the little maid. She told her with a straight face, "But you have to take good care of it. If you let Minger touch it, be careful of your skin."

In the kitchen, Lamei just put the washed rice into the steamer. As soon as she turned around, she felt black in front of her eyes. Before she came to her senses, her face was hit. Her ears roared, her body tilted, and her forehead was on the stove.

"How old is the cuckoo's hooves? How dare you give her Minger?"

M Mother Song stood in the kitchen with the sunset on her back, her face was dark.

Lamei was scattered by this big ear scraper. She only felt that the corners of her mouth, ears, and forehead were hurt everywhere, but she did not dare to lean on the ground. She turned over flexibly and knelt down, and repeatedly complained repeatedly: "Mother, I forgive you. It's true that the wife hasn't come back yet. I was afraid of missing the meal, which made the cuckoo look at Xiaolang."

After all, who was concerned about her grandson outside, Mother Song turned around and walked out and snorted coldly, "Where has Luo?"

Lamei quickly followed and replied carefully, "It is said that she went back to her mother's house in the back alley."

Mother Song listened, and her face was as black as the bottom of the pot. When she wanted to ask Dujuan to call her daughter-in-law back, she heard the door ring outside, so she had to give up for the time being. She took her grandson back to the house and asked Dujuan to see the person who knocked on the door.

The person who came to Chun Duang was her mother.

Mother Song put away her gray face and put on her unfriendly smile. She suddenly looked at it as if she was gentle, and a little domineering when she looked at it carefully. This made Chunmu's heart trembling slightly, and her determination she had just made was a little shaken, but when she thought of her daughter's crying, she suddenly became firm. Song Er was so vicious. How can I send my daughter to the tiger cave wolf's nest? What's more, Chunmu said that it was Wu Niang's instructions...

There is nothing to be afraid of. No matter how powerful Mother Song is, she is just a subordinate. Wu Niang is the serious master. While cheering herself up, Chunmu Niang restrained the flattering smile she just couldn't help hanging at the corners of her mouth, sat upright and pushed the gift box she brought in front of Mother Song. ：“This is a gift from M Mother earlier. We are ashamed to accept it, and now we have returned the original thing."

On the big kang near the window, Mother Song's reserved fake smile was pierced by the bright light of the setting sun and gradually disappeared, and her eyes were as sharp as the tide.

Chunmu Niang shrank again, forced herself to think of her daughter's tearful face, and looked at Mother Song without showing weakness.

"You are just domestic slaves and maidservants of the government. The marriage in the evening of spring should not be the master of my mother. Let me tell you, it's just etiquette." It was not easy to suppress the anger in her throat, and Mother Song's calm tone was full of disdain.

"My nephew is at least the son of an official eunuch. How many little jasper can't marry? I just like the appearance of the twilight, and my best to serve the fifth mother over the years, so that I want her to have a good home, avoid being a slave, and I don't want to spoil you to make a posture.

Hearing this, even if Chunmu Niang is a person made of dough, she can't help but be a little angry. I think that your nephew has done all kinds of evil. He has long been notorious in Ninghai and is still a little jasper. Even poor people don't want their daughters to come to make a bitch for him. It is clear that they are far away from us and don't know the secrets in it. That's all.

When I was about to say the words in my heart, I remembered my daughter's advice and asked her not to leak anything. Then I swallowed my saliva with difficulty and said the words taught by Chunmu: "Look at what Mama said, we just know that we are inferior and dare not climb high to the official family."

Mynam Song sneered: "Since you don't like my gift, it's okay not to accept it, but you can't be the master of the wedding at dusk."

Sure enough, as her daughter expected, she must be forced into the wolf's nest!

Chunmu was so angry that her whole body trembled slightly, and her fear of Mother Song was burned out of her anger. Unexpectedly, she also sneered: "We are the slaves of the Duke of the State. We are not servants in your yard. Chunmu's marriage is the masters, and M Mother is not qualified to be the master." After saying that, I felt that the evil breath in my chest came out, and I couldn't help but feel guilty again. I didn't say goodbye, so I ran away.

A moment of silence in the room——

There was a loud bang.

The little maid Dujuan stretched out her head from the hall, but saw that Mother Song's face was as black and impermanent, sitting cross-legged on the kang, and her chest was violently undulating. The red paper gift box fell on the green brick floor, and the things inside were scattered. A set of blue and white tea sets on the tea table also hit the ground, smashed into bones, sitting aside and playing with waves. The little Songming of the drum was obviously stunned by the loud noise. At this time, she came to her senses. She opened her little mouth, raised her head, and cried shockingly. Du Juan staggered so scared that she quickly withdrew her little head and ran out tremblingly.

I was slapped earlier, and my brain was dizzy. Plum was cutting the freshly cooked bacon. I was scared off the kitchen knife by the loud noise in the room. I quickly cleaned my hands with warm water and wanted to check--

Then I saw Mother Song holding her sleeves and holding a headless whip on the cuckoo: "Dead maidservant, what are you peeping at? Today, I won't teach you the rules well!"

The cuckoo was stunned by the whip, but he didn't even dare to amplify his cry. He only knelt on the ground and begged in a low voice. Although Lamei was also scared, he was also pitiful that Dujuan was young and hurried over to kneel and plead: "Mama, Du cuckoo is still young, so please forgive her this time."

But he also received several whips, and the red and swollen cheeks added a blood mark.

Mother Song didn't stop until she calm down, threw away the whip, and said as if nothing had happened: "Lamei went to the back alley of the house and let Luo come back quickly. She said what I said. She hasn't seen her for two quarters. She will stay at her mother's house for the rest of her life."

Although there was a hot pain all over her body, Lamei did not dare to delay at all. While agreeing, she mixed up the cuckoo crying like a tearful man and hurried out of the door. Unexpectedly, today it should be her doom - another bumped into the spoke uncle who had just entered the door.

Song Yi, the current general manager of the State Mansion, is only 26 years old this year. He was born with strong locust and thick eyebrows. It is said that he was originally from Longxi. During the reign of Hongying, Emperor Taizong, Longxi had a great drought, which caused many refugees to flee to the wilderness. Because they did not eat enough, it was difficult to survive. Many refugees sold their children. Song Yi was also cruel to their biological parents. After several twists and turns, he entered the Duke of Wei's mansion as a slave. Somehow, he entered the green eyes of Mother Song and recognized him as an adopted son. With this heavy status, the old Duke and the eldest princess naturally treated him as others, and let him follow the third master Su Qi and became a companion student.

Later, the third master Su Yi was released as an official, and the old prince asked Songfu to be an assistant to the general manager at that time. Three years ago, the old prince died of illness. Soon after, the original general manager also resigned due to illness, and Song spoke naturally became the new general manager of the Duke of Wei.

Although he was a domestic slave, he was very proud of his master's trust and temperament, especially for his little maid. At this time, he was hit by Lamei and couldn't help but be furious. He reached out and pushed Lamei to the ground. He couldn't help shouting angrily: "The dog slave blinded your dog's eyes and rolled away. "

Lamei fell down, but she didn't dare to neglect at all. She got up and knelt on the ground and kept sinning. Seeing Song Di cursed and entering the room, she dared to get up with tears and go out of the courtyard.

Banyan Tree Street is next to the back alley of the house, and it can't even be used for half a quarter of an hour. Lamei trotted with her skirt and soon saw the door of the Luo family. She stopped and stood for a while. She only felt that the gentle evening wind blew on her body but it hurt like a knife. The sun in front of her was like blood, and she faintly heard the courtyard in her ear. There was laughter and talk of the family sitting around for dinner, but she stood outside the warm happiness with scars, as if she couldn't enter it for a lifetime, so she could only look at it sadly.

He smiled sadly, but put away his untimely sadness and went into the Luo family's courtyard.

consciously looking to the left, he happened to see a tall and thin man in blue-gray brown coming out of the room with his teeth. He also saw the familiar figure of Lamei at a glance, and the glory in his eyes was full bloom, but when he paid attention again, he saw Lamei's red and swollen cheeks, blue and purple forehead, and a long slanted whip marks on his cheeks. The man immediately panicked, glanced at the closed door of the Luo family, stepped forward and took Lamera to the big banyan tree on one side. He carefully looked at her body in confusion, and a spark appeared in his eyes: "Is it the evil woman who hit it again?"

This man is Dong Sanshun, who lives in the same courtyard with Luo Everyone, and the brother of the cherry girl in Luqing Garden.

The familiar and warm breath on Sanshun comforted Lamei slightly, and her heart soaked sourly, but she knew that it was not the time to seek comfort. If Luo could only spend the rest of her life in her mother's house due to her delay... Even if she had nine lives, she would have to be cut off in the hands of Mother Song's family. Li.

"Brother Sanshun, I'm fine. Don't worry. It's all skin injuries. Leave quickly and don't let anyone see it."

Sanshun's heart was torn and painful, but he couldn't resist Lamei's pleading eyes. He gritted her teeth fiercely and punched the banyan tree: "One day, when I raise enough money, I will redeem you and no longer let you suffer from that dog and human power..."

"Brother Sanshun, I'm waiting for you, and I will definitely wait for you." She held back her tears, and Lamei left the man who missed her.

Brother Sanshun, I know your sincerity, but how can this be so easy? The family is not as kind as the eldest princess... Lamei thought desperately and knocked on the door of the Luo family.

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In the Song family's house, Mother Song sat opposite her adopted son Song, with a gloomy expression and a careless expression.

"Actually, it's not spring and evening. Isn't there another one named Xia Yun?" Song Yi played with his son's fingers while persuading his adoptive mother.

"How can Xia Yun compare with spring and evening!" Mother Song shook her head: "Although both of them are first-class maids, Xia Yun is not reused. Only when Chunmu leaves Lvqingyuan will the princess rest assured. Now there is no suitable steward. Only I can reassure the princess."

Mother Song thought about it and became more and more firm: "After all, Hongyu is still young, and there are two Qiu Shuang beside Wu Niang. They are in a small relationship with Wu Niang. Hongyu wants to go over them for fear of difficulties. Only when I go to Lvqingyuan can I mention the red rain from time to time."

Songfu was silent for a while, and still asked, "My son understands mother's thoughts. It's all about Hongyu. It's not good for her to stay with the son. After all, they... But if you want to say, why don't you let her follow the old lady? After all, the old lady is quick to talk about marriage. Although Hongyu is still young, it also has small advantages. At least she will have some advantages in her years in the future. Besides, the old lady is not as outstanding as Wu Niang, and Hongyu will have more opportunities in the future.

Mother Song sighed: "After all, you are not in the inner courtyard, and there are some hidden things that you don't know yet. The two legitimate daughters of the Duke can't escape in the future and have to marry the royal family, but the temperament of the eldest wife... will definitely not end well in the future! What's the future of Hongyu following her? Although Wu Niang is spoiled by the princess, she looks at her servants coldly but is very kind. Hongyu can't bear any grievances with her. At present, she is not sure about what will happen in the future, but the princess loves Wu Niang so much and will definitely attach importance to her marriage. Hongyu will definitely be able to dowry. At that time, as long as she is trusted by Wu Niang... A concubine, but the concubine of the royal family is still different from ordinary nobles.

"Du Nai Niang planned for Hongyu. She should not have been a slave." Speaking of this, Song spoke's eyes were also shrouded in a haze very similar to that of Mother Song.

"I had no choice but to let you become a slave in the government. Only in this way can I take care of you justly." When Mother Song said this, she couldn't help but be a little emotional: "Your identity in those years can only be like this in marriage, but I have to plan for Hongyu and Ming'er. Don't worry, what I said will definitely not break my promise. What you deserve will definitely fight for you, just wait for the opportunity..."

If Yijing hears these words, especially the conclusion about the end of beautiful days, I don't know how shocked she will be and what doubts she will have, but unfortunately, she can't know at this time. In the last trace of the remnants of Lvqingyuan, she is looking for colorful silk and silk clouds with the last touch of sunshine in the spring and evening, autumn frost and autumn moon - because For a whim, I want to send a pair of hand-embroidered foreheads on my grandmother's birthday.

The three maids had a shocked and doubtful look on their faces - Wu Niang was enlightened at the age of three. At the age of six, she wrote a beautiful hairpin and small regular script, but the needle girl red really did not dare to compliment her. A sachet has been made for two years, and the butterflies on the top have not been fully embroidered. In previous years, on the birthday of the eldest princess, Wu Niang either wrote a word, or Why is it so ingenious to embroider a picture this year?

The eldest princess's birthday is less than two months old. Can Wu Niang be embroidered in these two months?

In the eyes of the maids, this is more difficult than pulling away the black carving bow of the lady.

In fact, beautiful scenery doesn't know what's going on. Suddenly, she moved her mind to regain the needle and thread. In her 18 years of her previous life, she was the most impatient to be a needle chisel girl, and her grandmother never forced her to do these embroidery work. Only her stepmother Huang repeatedly persuaded her, saying that although her daughter of the Dugong Mansion was noble, there were many excellent needles around her. The woman and the woman don't have to do it themselves, but when she comes out of the cabinet to marry her, she will have to make a few personal and exquisite objects with her husband and mother-in-law, which makes her virtuous and filial.

Yijing never refuted, but did not pay attention to this. Later, the marriage was not satisfied, and she was not in the mood to do these things. Her own wedding clothes were embroidered by maids. Even a pair of wedding boots made for the groom according to the usual practice, and a pair of wedding boots could not help but move a needle and thread. After marrying to the king of Chu's house, she married Just to pass the time, it took a year and a half to embroider it into a silk handkerchief.

Although I am not good at chiseling, because of the beauty of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the aesthetics of the beautiful scenery are very good, and I also have a good experience in color matching. At a glance, I made up my mind when I saw a dark flower and light purple cloud brocade.

"Grandmother likes bright blue, and most of her clothes are in this color. If the ornaments are also bright blue, it is monotonous. Looking at this light purple cloud, it is elegant and beautiful. It is embroidered with thin silver blue silk threads on the top into two phoenix wings, and then outlined with rice pearls along the edges. What do you think?" Ijing thinks about the finished product with great interest and has great confidence in himself.

The three maids looked at each other in condescence - this idea is indeed not bad, but... not to mention the two phoenix wings, the butterfly wings are still single!

"Don't show off first. I have to surprise my grandmother." Beautiful scenery turned a blind eye to the surprise and suspicion of the maids. While making the spring and evening cut the brocade, she insisted on drawing the manuscript with the golden tube. In a moment, she became two vivid phoenixes, with relatively wings and elegant and smooth lines.

Qiu Yue covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Of course, the maidservants dare not publicize. If the five mothers can't be embroidered these days, they can be replaced by other gifts."

Yijing gritted his teeth: "At least my mother also invited Xiu Niang for guidance from outside. My basic skills are still good, but I can't stand it in the past... You can watch me show my skills."

The four masters and servants were in a hurry, and they didn't realize that it was evening. Qiu Yue and Qiu Shuang helped to divide the fine embroidery thread, and Chunmu reminded the beautiful scenery: "Wuniang, don't be in a hurry for a moment. It's late now. Don't spoil your eyes. Let's wait until tomorrow." I can't help but put away the needle and thread, and the sound of destroying Qiu Yue and Qiu Shuang to prepare water to wait for Wu Niang to wash.

Seeing that there seemed to be sadness in the twilight of spring, she asked her, "But are you worried about tomorrow? Don't worry, no matter how it is, I won't look at you being forced to marry far away.

Chunmu smiled gratefully and said, "There is Wu Niang as the master of the maidservant. There is nothing to worry about, but the maidservant just doesn't understand why the Wu Niang let the maidservant directly tell the reason? If Mother Song understands that the maidservant's family has learned about the situation of that person, she will not force it... Instead, the maidservant said vaguely... ...And infuriating Mother Song..."

"Hasn't your mother ever politely rejected Mother Song? As a result, she forced you to accept gifts and turned her head to publicize this matter, so as not to let you go back on your word." Yijing broke Mother Song's plan.

Chunmu sighed briefly, but heard Yijing say, "Is it possible that you have achieved it without doubts? As long as Mother Song speaks out, how many servants in the Duke's government are eager to marry her mother's family? Why do you have to do it?"

As soon as she was stunned, her expression became more and more complicated. She guessed and said, "May Mother thinks that even if the second son of Song... is still the son of the official eunuch, she can see that the slave is already a grace, and the refusal of the maidservant somewhat disgraced her."

"It's good to marry two surnames, but it's not to make a grudge. It's hard to say that you don't want to. She just rush to promote it in one breath. Let's wait for tomorrow. If she doesn't mention it, it's common sense. If your mother makes everything clear, she will still beg her grandmother. Isn't it strange to have such a tough attitude?" Yijing smiled and said, "That's why I made you angry with her."

"Wuniang is suspicious..." Chunmu's expression became solemn: "But the maidservant asked herself that she had never offended Mother Song. How could she..."

You didn't offend her, but she doesn't care whether you have offended her or your future for that unspeakable purpose.

Looking at the doubtful and worried appearance of spring and evening, the scenery did not add any burden to her after all, but looked at the gradual clear outline of the window, and the corners of her lips gradually curved with a very similar arc and coldness.

She is looking forward to tomorrow.