Fragrance Returned

At night, Dingxiang and Mrs. Dong rested in the same bed, and the two talked until late.

Mrs. Dong talked about Mi Hongmian's trouble.

Mi Hongmian was promised marriage by the Queen at the end of last year, but within half a year, the young man died of illness. Mi Hongmian was said to be her husband, and her marriage became difficult.

Mi Hongmian was sad about her engagement to Dong Ping for a long time. After her fiancé died, Dong Ping was overjoyed and felt that he had another chance.

Mrs. Dong sighed, "As you know, our greatest hope for Ping'er is that she will be safe and have children and grandchildren. We hope that she will find a wife with a prosperous husband and a prosperous son, so that she can have a prosperous life. But that enemy only sees Miss Mi. He also said that he would not marry anyone but her, and kept screwing with us..."

Poor little girl.

Through Ding Chi's fortune telling, Ding Xiang could not but believe in the theory of destiny.

She said weakly, "It's also possible that the young man is a short-lived ghost, and no matter who he gets engaged to, he will die."

Mrs. Dong said, "It's possible, but we don't dare to bet."

Ding Xiang was worried for them, "What should we do? Brother Dong is already twenty-two years old. He can't keep looking for a wife, right?"

Dong Yihe handled matters decisively, but was very democratic in some matters. For example, a son's marriage is not as authoritarian as that of most feudal parents.

This is one of the reasons why Ding Xiang admires and likes Dong Yihe.

Mrs. Dong sighed, "Oh, the master and I are almost dying of anxiety. Such a big house is empty."

Ding Xiang said, "How about waiting for me to see Master Mingyuan and help me ask Miss Mi about her fate. Miss Mi is the cousin of Monk Hong. She has always cared about that little cousin. Maybe the old monk can tell her."

Mrs. Dong smiled and said, "It would be great if we could really get some information from the master." Then she said with a smile, "Children know a lot."

Ding Xiang buried herself in her arms and acted coquettishly, then accidentally asked about the fake Xun Xiang.

Mrs. Dong said, "I met that child once. She was very handsome and talented. She also played the piano very well. They said she looked like her father, Prince Consort... Of course, she would definitely not be as good as Xiangxiang like you." , you are a disciple of Tao Weng. Prince Consort Xun also praised your figure painting for your profound knowledge and ideas, unlike those painted by children...

"Xunxiang was born in the clan, she was a noble daughter, and she was favored by the Holy Emperor and the Queen. The brothers of the Xun family also gave in to her, and she was the stronger one. If she is easy to get along with, stay away from her. If she is not easy to get along with, stay away. I am very fond of her. I don’t know Xun Xiang very well, but I heard that some noble ladies are domineering..."

Ding Xiang secretly slandered that the noble girl of Fu was born in a clan. That fake's biological father was a sixth-grade official, and his biological mother was the daughter of a junior official. Although my grandfather was a third-grade servant, my grandmother was a stepmother and the daughter of a guilty minister, so she was far from a noble daughter...

Even if she was angry, she couldn't let it out. Then he asked, "Where is cousin Yibo?"

Mrs. Dong chuckled and said, "That is a good boy, humble, polite, and well-mannered. He was also selected as a scholar this year. The master said that he is like my eldest aunt. My eldest aunt had a good temper and was very kind..."

Ding Xiang secretly thought that Mrs. Dong was more reserved in her speech. She had already said so. The fake Xunxiang's temperament should be more domineering. Ding Xiang was still thinking before, whether this fake daughter would subvert the image of the fake daughter in the novels of her previous life, being gentle, virtuous, and generally knowledgeable.

It seems not.

Not exactly.

Lilac is not afraid of talented women. No matter how talented she is, can she be more talented than herself?

Mrs. Dong added, "In the future, if you invite me to any banquet, I will take you there. You will gain experience and hand over a few more handkerchiefs..."

"good."

In the study outside, Dong Yihe and Dong Ping were having a secret conversation.

Dong Yi said, "In a few days, I will go to Puguang Temple again."

Dong Ping said, "Master Mingyuan has rejected you twice. What if he never sees you again?"

"That means I may have misunderstood. The 'Nine' that Ding Chi said does not mean 'Nine Five'. Or 'Nine Five', and this is not my main battlefield. He does not need to respect me. Eminent monks are also human beings. It cannot be separated from human customs."

"He's really missing. Let Xiangxiang go find out what he's talking about?"

Dong Yihe shook his head, "Since you already know the answer, there is no need to do anything more."

Dong Ping asked again, "If Ding Chi is so frightened, will my great-uncle, cousin, and Xiangxiang be afraid?"

"Except for Ding Chi and his wife, the rest of the Ding family are kind and smart people. Especially Xiangxiang, who is as smart as a child... You must respect your third uncle and Ding Zhao and his wife. Your mother and I will not be here anymore. Now, the Ding family is your other home."

Dong Ping knew that one day would come sooner or later, and he was extremely sad and reluctant to give up.

"Dad, the Liang family is gone, and no one is going out of their way to punish the descendants of our Han family anymore. Can't you and mother live in peace here? As you said, our Han family must pass on the inheritance."

Dong Yihe snorted coldly, and if the inheritance continues, he cannot even have the surname "Han". At least in the Dali Dynasty, it was impossible for them to change the surname given by the late emperor.

But he said, "I don't trust your brother..."

When he got up early the next day, Dong Ping had already gone to the Yamen. Only Dong Yihe, Mrs. Dong and Ding Xiang were having breakfast on the kang in the side room.

Dong Yihe said, "When the family is busy for a while, Xiangxiang will come to spend more time with your aunt."

Lilac promised, "Okay."

Mrs. Dong smiled and said, "Not only to accompany me, but also to you Heping'er. Before Xiangxiang came to Beijing, you talked about Xiangxiang as much as I did. Alas, the house is still too quiet."

Dong Yi closed his mouth and said, "That brat is disobedient and doesn't want to marry a wife at such an old age. It's better to be a daughter, so you don't have to worry."

After the meal, Dong Yihe stuffed another two thousand taels of silver notes into Ding Xiang as pocket money.

Ding Xiang knew that the silver and the fish tank were rewards for her contribution to bringing down Liang Tu.

Be humble and smile.

Ding Xiang left Fengenhou Mansion with a glass fish tank containing fairy snails. The fish tank was carefully carried onto the carriage by two male servants. After arriving home, the mother-in-law carried her into Ding Xiang's bedroom.

This thing is too good to be shown to others casually.

After placing the fish tank, Lilac went to the flower hall in the main courtyard. The first entrance is the flower hall, which is dedicated to entertaining guests, and the second entrance is their living place.

The whole family gathered in the flower hall to talk and laugh.

Ding Li came and told him what Ding Xiang had promised him to become his disciple, Prince Consort Xun.

This was the first time Ding Zhao heard about this, and he disagreed, "Xiangxiang, Prince Consort Xun is not only a Prince Consort, but also a Ph.D. student, a famous Confucian scholar and a talented scholar. Isn't it inappropriate for you to make this request for the first time when we meet?"

Not only is it inappropriate, it’s also a bit too big.

Ding Zhao didn't understand why his daughter, who always knew how to behave, boasted like this.

Tang was happy at first, but not happy after hearing what Ding Zhao said. She felt that Ding Zhao must be afraid that her son would be more promising than his son.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Uncle, you are still a man and you are not even as good as a woman. Look at how wise my sister-in-law is, she always treats Li Lai as her own son. And Xiangxiang, she treats Li Lai as her own brother."