The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Jiang Ancheng walked fast, and Jiang Xi tended to follow behind.

Jiang Ancheng stopped abruptly and glanced at his daughter. His anger was like flames in the wind, sometimes jumping high and sometimes falling.

After repeating this several times, he threw the next sentence: "Follow me."

The father and daughter quickly arrived at the study.

Jiang Ancheng sat down, glanced at his silent daughter, and pointed to the chair: "Sit down."

Jiang Si sat down and lifted his clothes wet with tea to one side.

Seeing this, Jiang Ancheng sighed and scratched his head in distress: "Xi'er, why didn't you tell me when you received a message from the palace? Even if your father is not at home, you can ask someone to send me a letter."

Jiang Si smiled: "My daughter doesn't think it's a big deal."

"It's not a big deal?" Jiang Ancheng stared, "This kind of inexplicable banquet should be called a sick push, otherwise it won't be entangled by the shameless boy of King Yan!"

When Jiang Ancheng said this, he was suddenly stunned: "Si'er, have you seen King Yan?"

"Um."

"That--"

"I didn't expect King Yan to be Young Master Yu." Jiang Si took the initiative.

Jiang Ancheng slammed his fist on the desk: "This kid, it seems that he has already hit your mind!"

Jiang Si smiled and persuaded: "Father, don't worry, the choice of the concubine is the emperor and the empress."

Jiang Ancheng breathed a sigh of relief: "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to sit still! Well, put your heart back in your stomach and go back to change your clothes. As for your grandmother...don't shake it in front of her recently."

"The daughter resigned."

Jiang Si walked out of the study and looked up at the sky.

The sky began to clear, and the golden sunlight fell through the clouds, coating the green roof tiles with a golden light.

Although early spring is cold, it has come after all.

Father seems to have misunderstood something, is she worried that she will cry if she is selected?

Jiang Si closed his cloak and walked quickly towards Haitang Residence.

Mrs. Feng couldn't calm down at all, and immediately ordered someone to go out to inquire about the matter of rewarding Mei Yan.

It didn't take much time for the confidant mother Feng to come back with a belly full of news.

Seeing Feng's mother's face, Mrs. Feng's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly asked, "How?"

Feng's mother nodded her head: "Now it's rumored that the fourth girl really got the six plum blossoms of King Yan, and more than that. It is said that the first plum blossom of the king of Shu was also given to the fourth girl..."

Mrs. Feng heard her eyes turn black, and she gritted her teeth and scolded: "This dead girl who attracts bees and butterflies!"

Luckily, she still thought that the fourth girl might be able to have a good luck in the future with her appearance, and she really thought too much.

Old Madam Feng became annoyed the more she thought about it.

"What do you say outside?"

Seeing the hesitation of Feng's mother, Mrs. Feng's face sank: "Just say what you hear, what can't you say now!"

"The four girls are all slandered outside, and it's useless to say that it's useless. The nobles in the palace have spoken. It's nothing to give flowers. The girl from Dongping Uncle's Mansion wants to fly up the branches and become a phoenix is ​​just a daydream..." Feng's mother beside As he said that, he scanned Old Madam Feng's face, and saw that the old face was getting darker and darker.

"It's all gibberish!" Madam Feng was upset, and instructed Feng's mother, "Please explain to the concierge that the fourth girl is not allowed to go out again."

As Old Madam Feng's order spread, the mansion immediately understood its meaning.

The second wife, Mrs. Xiao, immediately ordered: "The new clothes specially made for the fourth girl in the sewing room should stop. Since you don't have to go out, you don't have to prepare so many clothes. There's no reason to go over the other girls..."

When it was time for dinner, Aman was angry when he saw the food brought by the little maid from the big kitchen: "Is this edible? The shrimp soup is cold, and there is only chicken head but no chicken nuggets in the crispy chicken! Let's go to the big kitchen to settle the account, those bastards must be intentional!"

"You don't have to go." Jiang Si glanced at the dishonest meal and found it ridiculous.

Grandmother turned her face faster than a book, and people turned the rudder faster when she saw the wind, which shows how wise her decision was.

Since nowhere is pure, why should she roll around in the muddy pond of Dongping Bofu.

"Girl, do we just endure it like this?"

Jiang Si stopped looking at those meals, went back to the bed and sat down, playing with the tassels hanging from the gauze: "If you want to endure forever, you don't need to endure it. If you only endure for a while, why not endure?"

If she lived in the uncle's mansion for a long time, for example, when the second wife wanted to spar with her, she would not be able to bear it for a moment, otherwise the mansion would look at her up and down and bully her so much that she would step on her foot.

And now, why not bear it?

The old lady has gone too far, and she will be more confident in the future, and no one will accuse her too much.

Aman was at a loss when he heard it: "For a lifetime? For a while? Girl, this maid is getting more and more confused."

"You just need to know that you don't need to pay attention to those for the past few days. If the food is not to your liking, go out and buy it."

"But--"

Ah Qiao gently pulled Ah Man: "The girl said so, just do it, the girl must have a reason for the girl."

Ah Man thought about it right, and nodded reluctantly.

Hmph, if the girl hadn't spoken, she would have to smash the pot in the big kitchen!

It was getting darker and darker, Ah Qiao added another lamp, and the light in the house suddenly brightened.

Jiang Si took a shower and changed clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed in a snow-white lingerie.

After all, it was not the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month. After taking a bath, my whole body was warm, and even the tips of my toes showed laziness.

Seeing Jiang seemed sleepy, Ah Qiao said softly, "Miss, the maid waits for you to rest."

"No hurry." Jiang Si said, and unconsciously glanced at the window.

Based on what she knew about Yu Qi, he would probably come over tonight.

After turning these thoughts away, the window lattice made a sound.

"Girl?" Ah Qiao asked what Jiang Si meant.

Jiang Shi nodded slightly.

Ah Qiao skillfully picked up the vase on the high table, walked over, and asked in a low voice, "Who?"

You can't be careless at any time, if it's not Young Master Yu outside the window, you can still smash a vase and shout at someone.

Outside the window: "Wow!"

Ah Qiao hurriedly opened the window and a big dog jumped in.

Seeing Er Niu, Jiang Xi was overjoyed, walked up to meet the big dog and rubbed the big dog's head vigorously, then took off the bag on its neck and opened it.

On the paper is painted a green jade Ruyi.

Seeing this, Jiang Si pursed his lips and smiled, and his heart was completely dropped.

Early the next morning, several servants quietly left the palace, split into two teams and drove in different directions by carriage.

A lot of people gathered in front of the breakfast stall set up at the entrance of Yuqian Hutong where Dongping Bofu was located, and the smell of steamed buns wafted straight to the high-walled compound.

Aman pinched his waist with one hand and was arguing with his disciples: "I just went to the Hutong to buy a few meat buns to eat, why shouldn't I go out?"

The doorman didn't lift his eyelids: "Old Madam ordered you not to go out if you have nothing to do."

"Is it okay to buy meat buns?"

"A pair of cards that have to be in charge."

"Go to your pair of cards, I'm so full." Seeing that life and death couldn't make sense, Ah Man grabbed the doorman with one hand and threw it out.

The servant who came with the imperial decree looked at the old man who fell in front of him and was shocked.