Time is slow

   Chapter 50 Cool

   Mrs. Jiang's face slowly changed color.

   After the initial silence in the hall, a whisper suddenly sounded, as if countless mosquitoes were circling and flying around Mrs. Jiang's ears.

   She tried her best to open her eyes, her right eye was foggy and even more irritable.

   Madam Jiang looked at Li Jiao with her clear left eye.

  Li Jiao's scalp exploded, she forced herself to restrain her panic, and stammered to explain: "Master asked me to... write poetry..."

   Her beautiful phoenix eyes were wide open, full of prayer and anxiety.

   It was grandma who asked her to stand up. Grandma must have a way, right?

  Li Jiao's words made the room quiet, and then the whispers became louder, and sneers could be clearly heard.

   Mrs. Jiang’s temples were throbbing, and she had a splitting headache.

  This idiot, if you say this, wouldn't you be taking the reputation of impostor and being dismantled on the spot!

She coughed and looked stern: "Jiaojiao, grandmother's eyes are not good. When I saw the Buddhist scripture on the top, I thought it was yours. You child, when asked by the eminent monk, why did you follow me without paying attention? What a joke like this!"

  Li Jiao's head buzzed.

   What is grandmother saying? Why doesn't she understand at all?

  Why didn't she pay attention? Obviously grandmother-

  Li Jiao subconsciously looked at Madam Jiang, and saw that there was no warmth in the eyes of her always loving grandmother, it was so cold that she could freeze.

   She shuddered, realizing something in a trance.

   "Jiaojiao, do you know what's wrong?" Mrs. Jiang patted the table heavily.

   The teacup on the table shook and made a loud noise.

  Li Jiao's eyes wandered, seeing Madam Deng's sighing expression, and then the gloating eyes of Liu Shi, the second wife of the West House.

The discussions around    were extremely noisy. Li Jiao couldn't resist the invisible heaviness any longer, and knelt down with a soft knee: "Grandma, I... I was wrong..."

   Mrs. Jiang felt relieved.

   Knowing to take things down, this girl is finally sensible.

   Mrs. Deng, who had been watching from the sidelines, sighed in her heart: With Jiang's words, the second girl's reputation will be over in the future!

  The wives and girls present are not fools. After thinking about it carefully, whoever believes that Er girl didn't pay attention at the time, will understand that Er girl is impersonating for her name.

   She looked at Old Madam Jiang even colder.

   You can do this to the granddaughter who has always been regarded as the jewel in the palm of your hand. You can imagine how ruthless this person is, and you should be more careful in the future.

"Amitabha—" When such a play was made in person, the monk was quite embarrassed, and interrupted Mrs. Jiang who was about to teach her granddaughter, "Old lady, I don't know which girl in the manor wrote that Buddhist scripture, Shuying Nunnery. The teacher's wife is still waiting to see her."

  The hall suddenly became quiet, and the ladies exchanged glances quietly.

   It turned out that it was actually written by a certain girl from Li? Who on earth is it?

   They couldn't help but look at Li Jiao in the corner.

  Li Jiao's brows and eyes drooped, his heart skipped a beat.

   Could it be that she wrote the Buddhist scriptures that Wumei Shitai took a fancy to, and was placed on Li Jiao's head by her great-aunt Li Daitao?

  It must be like this, she wondered that this year she had gone all out, and her writing was definitely more beautiful than Li Jiao, how could the chosen person become Li Jiao!

   "Cousin Jiao—" Du Feixue whispered, squeezing Li Jiao's hand.

  Compared to the two girls from the Lifu who are less friendly, of course she is expecting good things to fall on her cousin.

Mrs. Jiang was a little embarrassed: "This old man really can't tell. The old man's eyes are dim recently, and he can't see one eye. After the girls' hand-written scriptures were put away, they just glanced at them, and didn't take a closer look. I made a mistake and made everyone laugh."

   "Oh, this is unavoidable, so please don't take it to heart." Mrs. Li was busy trying to smooth things out.

   Although the others didn't say much, their eyes were on Li Jiao.

  Li Jiao knelt on the ground, the ice-cold water floor stabbed her to the bone, and tears instantly wet her eyes.

  Those mocking and contemptuous eyes turned into countless flying knives and fell on her, leaving the girl who had been growing up in her palms in an instant.

   Mrs. Deng secretly sighed and said, "Master, can you show me the Buddhist scriptures?"

   Zhike monk hurriedly handed over the Buddhist scriptures.

Mrs. Deng knew it for a long time, but at the moment she was just pretending, she glanced at it and said, "It really is a mix up, this is the three of us girls. I saw her writing well at that time, so I put it on the top and sent it to me. Dongfu. I didn't expect that my nephew's daughter-in-law was so thoughtful, and wanted to let Xiangjun see it at a glance, but Xiangjun misunderstood. Just now, Xiangjun said that it was the second girl, how could she notice when a little girl was nervous? "

   These words saved Li Jiao's reputation a little.

   Even if the ladies present knew that Li Jiao had thoughts that she shouldn't have at that time, they could not let the Li House hold the truth.

   Mrs. Jiang has a cold heart, and the first thing she thought about was to get rid of herself, but Mrs. Deng didn't want to make her wishful.

   She has four granddaughters, the second girl's reputation is bad, what can the other girls do?

   Mrs. Jiang was stunned for a while, but because the scene was already embarrassing enough, she stopped talking, which was regarded as acquiescence to her statement.

  Li Jiao lowered her head and tears fell.

   "It turned out to be written by the three girls in your house. I don't know where this little benefactor is now?" The monk asked loudly.

  The hall was silent, but there were bursts of discussion outside the hall, because the sound was too loud and it came in.

   "Three girls from the Loei House? Isn't that the one who was kidnapped a few days ago?"

   "That's right, it wasn't sent back later. By the way, I heard that it was sent back by Li Shenyi."

   "No, I've seen this girl before, and it doesn't look like she can write well."

   "Hehe, you can't tell if you can write good characters."

  …

  Du Feixue said with a sullen face: "Cousin Jiao, Li San didn't send a letter on your uncle's birthday that year, but I don't remember that letter on the stage at all!"

   She raised her voice deliberately, and immediately attracted people's attention.

  Li Jiao stood tall and straight, and said with a gentle smile, "Perhaps the third sister practiced calligraphy hard later, and her level has improved."

  Du Feixue pouted: "In the past two years, you have improved so much at once? The girls in the capital are not as good as her, and the teacher of Shuying'an has made an exception to summon her?"

   Under the gazes of everyone, Li Jiao kept a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "Xu is the third sister with great talent. Recently, she has become sensible and diligent, so her level is increasing day by day."

  If Li Zhao was extremely talented, that would be hell, but in front of outsiders, she was determined not to say that her sisters were not.

   I don't know where the Buddhist scriptures came from. My aunt couldn't help but put it on Li Jiao's head, and my grandmother wanted to bring it for Li Zhao.

  Du Feixue saw Li Jiao defending Li San everywhere, and couldn't help but sneer: "If she is extremely talented, the sun won't come out in the west!"

   Many people nodded secretly.

   Zhike monk listened to his ears, and his heart beat drums.

   If this is wrong again, I can't explain it.

   "Old lady?"

   Mrs. Deng was not affected by the crowd's discussion at all, the old **** said: "Our three girls didn't come today, but since it is the teacher of Shuying'an who wants to see her, it is her good fortune, and the old man will send someone to pick her up."

   Mrs. Jiang sneered in her heart: She wanted to see, what kind of gods help the three girls to be able to tinker with such a Buddhist scripture!

  Yahe Garden in West Mansion.

  Qingyun came in a hurry, and said to Binglu who was approaching: "Let the three girls clean up, the old lady ordered me to pick her up to Dafu Temple!"

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