Chapter 213 Miss Jiaorui

"It's good for senior officials to know!" Mother's enthusiasm is so high: "This is not a mediocre. The senior official said so well that he is not a nobleman in the capital. He has also lived in the capital for a long time?" Mr. Weng said plausally, 'um', and the mother pinched the silver. How did she like Mr. Weng's eyes? "I just said that the senior official is a noble person. The benefits of our young lady can be understood at a glance. I dare not hide it from the senior official." Mom looked left and right, leaned up to Mr. Weng and mysteriously said, "This little My sister came from Hou's house!"

Mr. Weng lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't hear this sentence. His mother was a little anxious when she saw that Mr. Weng was indifferent: "It's not the Hou mansion that was defeated and raided. This Hou mansion is now amazing, and the fire is cooking oil!"

"Is it the same as the fire cooking oil?" Mr. Weng's eyelids finally raised a little: "I know more or less about the family of the government in the capital. Which one is it? Although the powerful eunuch family in the capital rarely sells girls, it is not too difficult to find a few girls who have made a big mistake and been sold. What's so strange about this?

"Oh, as soon as I heard the words of the senior official, I know very well. If it were the girl sold by the prince's family, I would never have seen much of the world, and I knew that I couldn't get this one in front of the senior official," my mother looked left and right again and came to Mr. Weng's ear and muttered, "It's the most favored aunt in front of that marquis, just It's too favored. I violated the taboo of the marquis's wife. After looking for it for several years, I finally found a reason and sold it. It took me 2,000 taels of silver to grab it!" My mother casually increased her identity tenfold.

Mr. Weng's eyelids jumped and tilted his mother, as if he didn't believe her words at all: "Which Hou Mansion is it?"

"This..." The mother's tongue and teeth stuck to one place: "Oh, the senior official asked, that's the family in the capital. Although Bei'an City is thousands of miles away from the capital, they are full of hands and eyes. What don't you know? If I dare to talk too much, maybe I have to put my life in it, but I dare not!"

"What about this?" Mr. Weng put out a silver ticket and twisted it in front of his mother with his fingers: "Which one is it?" My mother stared at the silver ticket. She was surprised that she was only angry and took several breaths. Then her mother cried and said unluckily, "Don't dare to hide the official, this silver... This silver, dare not lie to the official. When buying this lady, the man's teeth only said that he had angered his wife and was sold by Hou's house. Concubine, I think her every move is really different and very good, so she spent a lot of money to buy it. The tooth only said the Hou Mansion and didn't say much else. When I came back, I also asked her, and she refused to mention a word. This silver really dares to deceive the senior officials. Mom stretched out her hand halfway and then withdrew, and then stretched out and then withdrew. She was anxious to reach out her hand from her throat.

"Oh." Mr. Weng said 'Oh' tastelessly, closed the silver ticket, and yawned, "It's boring." Speaking of standing up, she was about to go out with her hands behind her back. Her mother saw that the silver ticket was about to go out. Her heart was like a knife. She rushed to stop Mr. Weng and smiled and said, "What's wrong with the senior official? Don't you also talk to the senior official. If you don't have a look, the senior official is well-informed and knowledgeable. You just need to take a look at Jiaorui. Just take a look and you will know that what I'm telling is true.

Mr. Weng stopped hesitating and yawned boredly, "This Bei'an City is extremely boring. The long night is boring. Well, let's take a look. If it's interesting, it will naturally be rewarded."

"Great officials can rest assured, senior officials can rest assured! If you can't please the senior officials, I will never accept a penny of money from the senior officials, even if I respect the senior officials!" Mom smiled and attentively led Mr. Weng into a yard in the northeast corner behind.

There is nothing else in Bei'an City, but the place is large, and so is this yard. The two upper rooms and the two wing rooms in the west are extremely large, but in Mr. Weng's eyes, they are rough everywhere.

At the door of the room stood a woman in her thirties, dressed in an apricot-colored dress and lowered her eyebrows. Her mother swept in like a gust of wind. She pulled the woman and pushed her to Mr. Weng and said, "Look at us, you are so elegant about our delicate dress. It's full of nobleness at a glance!"

"Hmm." Mr. Weng seemed to have some interest. He looked up and down at Jiao Rui and said, "Send the table of wine and dishes in. It's lighter."

"Yes, yes!" My mother was overjoyed and agreed repeatedly. Her men twisted Jiaorui fiercely and threatened with a spring breeze on their faces, "Give me a good official, but there is a trace of unhappiness. You know my temper." Jiaorui trembled gently and bent her knees.

Mr. Weng entered the upper room and sat on the kang. Jiaorui raised her sleeves and ordered tea to prepare some tea. Mr. Weng was covered with a layer of cold air and looked at Jiaorui with deep eyes. Jiaorui's skill of ordering tea was ripe without a trace of smoke. She ordered a bowl of tea and brought it to Mr. Weng. Mr. Weng picked it up and smelled it. He slowly took a sip, half-closed his eyes, and tasted the tea carefully. Jiao Rui stood in front of the kang without saying a word.

After Mr. Weng finished tasting the tea in the bowl, several women came in with food boxes and filled a table full of dishes. There was also a venison pot in the middle. Then a red mud stove came in and burned the wine. A little girl squatted by the stove to watch the call. Mr. Weng pointed to the little girl and said, "I just love quietness. You can go out. Just have a delicate waiter. Put the door of the courtyard." The little girl got up quickly and answered, and retreated with her hand down.

Jiaorui stood by the red mud stove and tried the red copper wine pot. Seeing that it was almost warm, she took the wine pot, poured a glass of wine and handed it to Mr. Weng. Mr. Weng took the wine and motioned to Jiaorui, "Sit down and have a drink with me. The long night is boring. Let's talk."

"Yes." Jiaorui's voice was a little hoarse. She sat next to Mr. Weng and reluctantly said, "Is the senior official coming to Bei'an City as a businessman or a friend?"

"If you can't do business, you won't visit friends. Take the students to travel here." Mr. Weng stared at Jiaorui and said slowly, "My student, surnamed Yu, is Yu Zhihong!" Jiaorui, the cup in Aunt Hong's hand, fell to the ground with a bang. The wine in the glass splashed a skirt, and her face was white without a trace of blood. She looked at Mr. Weng in horror, and his throat 'clucked' and stiffened into a white stone.

Mr. Weng suddenly waved his hand and poured the wine on Aunt Hong's face and said coldly, "You still have a face to live. Why do you have a face to live?" Aunt Hong slid to the kang and seemed to kneel down on the ground. Her tears surged like a spring, kowtowed like garlic, and there was an almost uncontrollable sad cry in her throat.

"You dare not cry, okay, you are not shameless enough to be unscrupulous." Mr. Weng narrowed his eyes into a line and stared at his kneeling in front of the kang. Aunt Hong, who looked like crazy, straightened up and took a clean glass from the warm water in the basin, poured a glass of wine and slowly squeezed half a glass. Then he said, "Yu Zhihong is in Taiping Inn now. Go and see him." Aunt Hong looked at Mr. Weng like a ghost. She subconsciously moved back and shook her head desperately. She begged in a hoarse voice and vaguely, "Please... please... I'll die... Please let Brother Hong go, please... I'll die... I'll die!"

Mr. Weng laughed and said, "Now you are dead, and you are also a prostitute." Aunt Hong, who heard a sentence, trembled like the dead leaves swaying in the wind, gradually shrank into a ball on the ground and looked at Mr. Weng with desperate and empty eyes. Mr. Weng took the wine in the glass, got off the kang, walked to Aunt Hong, looked at her condescendingly, smiled and asked, "You are willing to replace your wife. Let me ask you, if your wife is betrayed like you, will she live like you?"

Aunt Hong suddenly covered her face, and tears surged out like a spring through her fingers. The choking person in her throat was heartbroken. After crying for a long time, Aunt Hong let go of her hand and looked up at Mr. Weng with red eyes and said, "It's me, crazy and self-infliable. Brother Hong... He doesn't know that he is still a child. Please... ..."

"Zhihong is my student." Mr. Weng said lightly, and Aunt Hong's crying suddenly stopped. She looked at Mr. Weng in a daze and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily: "Sir, you can do whatever you want me to do. I don't live a greedy life. I feel sorry for my three children... Please give me some advice. I have been a long time ago." Mr. Weng sighed gently, stamped his feet, sat back on the kang, and drank another glass of wine and said, "Get up, let people see why don't make trouble." Aunt Hong hurriedly stood up, raised her hand and touched her face, and hurriedly wiped it up with her sleeves. Mr. Weng said without raising her head, "Go clean your face and change your clothes."

"Yes." Aunt Hong was extremely obedient and retreated to the partition wall. In a moment, she changed her clothes and stood respectfully in front of the kang. Mr. Weng raised the cup for her and said with an unclear smile at the corners of his mouth, "You are ambitious. As long as you survive these years, when Zhihong inherits the title, you will become the same Hou Master, hit someone again, or take you back to Hou's house in person. At that time, you will naturally be the noble lady of Houfu, and you will survive.

Aunt Hong looked at Mr. Weng with an uncertain face, but Mr. Weng stopped looking at her and drank slowly with an indifferent expression. After a while, Aunt Hong reluctantly said, "I dare not ask for it. I just hope that Brother Hong can be fine." Mr. Weng put down the glass and smiled and trembled all over. Aunt Hong was panicked by his smile. Mr. Weng laughed for a long time before he poured another glass of wine. He tilted his eyes and said, "How many men have you served over the years? If you become a lady, won't Zhihong have countless cheap fathers? Isn't it true that all the men of the Yu family should wear a green headscarf and women do their best? It seems that you are extremely extraordinary, as important as Mount Tai. The Yu family will not hesitate to change the ancestral hall into a kiln for you. You are so blessed!"