When the cook and the servant saw Zhou Xuan, they quickly got up and said with a flattering smile: "Son-in-law, the bitch is back. The 80-year-old mother of the bitch is seriously ill. She has no choice but to rush back to serve for a few days. When she thinks that there is no one cooking in the house and no one taking care of the old lady. The young master's diet, the bitch is so anxious that she can't eat or sleep, so she rushes back."

Lai Fu said angrily: "Don't use sweet words. You two paid their wages when they left. Get out of here. The Qin Mansion will no longer ask you ungrateful people."

Zhou Xuan smiled and refused to express his opinion.

The cook thought Zhou Xuan was easier to talk to, so he even gave them gifts. He glared at Lai Fu and instigated, "Is it the Qin Mansion that you, a servant, have the final say? My son-in-law hasn't driven us away yet, right? My son-in-law?"

Zhou Xuan said: "We have hired a cook and a maid, what should we do?"

The cook quickly said, "Isn't it just that I'll just leave them? The sluts know the taste of the master and lady in the house know the best. The foods made by others must not be tasty."

Zhou Xuan said: "Lai Fu, go and invite the old lady to come and see what the old lady said."

Mrs. Qin was worried that the slaves had been separated the day before yesterday and could not be relieved. When she heard that the cook and the servants had returned, she came excitedly. The excitement was definitely not because of the return of the old servant, but a kind of revenge and proud joy. Zhou Xuan's son-in-law was really imaginary and knew that these snobbish guys would come back.

Zhou Xuan walked in with a smile, and could imagine the happy mood of his mother-in-law scolding the old servant.

The lunch banquet was served. Although it was home-cooked, it was very delicious. Aunt Hu Tong Wu’s cooking skills were indeed good, and everyone in the Qin Mansion praised it.

Today, Dr. Qin is a young man who talks about the husband's youth. He thinks that the sweet rice wine brewed by home is not strong enough and wants to drink Jiangzhou souvenir. Mrs. Qin also makes an exception to indulge him. Zhou Xuan did not expect that his father-in-law who doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays will have an amazing alcohol tolerance once he drinks. Liao Yin and Hu Tong's father are not opponents. Zhou Xuan relies on his youth and has a good liver and can withstand it.

Just as the father-in-law and son-in-law were drinking and having a lot of fun, the two girls in the inner courtyard had their minds rising and falling like a tide, worried about gains and losses, and their hearts were full of tenderness.

The sewing needle was sitting silently on the embroidery stud in his room, facing a fine blue and white woman's spring shirt that had not been sewn on the short table was intent.

The adoptive father returned safely, and Jean Needle was naturally very happy, but when his cousin Lu An left, an invisible pressure began to suppress her heart heavily. In fact, she knew that the ending would be like this. She thought: "Sister Que'er can no longer marry her cousin Lu An, she can only marry Zhou Xuan. I can tell that Sister Que'er has already liked Zhou Xuan last year. The look of Zhou Xuan was completely different from when I first came. Needless to say, Zhou Xuan must like Sister Que'er. They held their hands when they entered the door just now. They had to change their fake marriages. What should I do?"

That night, Qin Que talked about the easy marriage of his sisters. Ren Qin cried secretly because he could not do anything. But then he felt more and more that Zhou Xuan was good. In just a few days, the girl's heart was firmly tied to the man with thick eyebrows, thin eyes and smiles. But now, it is impossible for sisters to marry him. Just now, it is impossible for her to marry her. Just now, the adopted mother called Que'er's sister into the room to talk secretly, which must be about Zhou Xuan's affairs.

Renzi became irritated and got up and walked back and forth in the room. Marriage and destiny were to be handed over to others. I felt really uncomfortable. There was one thing she had been buried in her heart. When she went to see Feng Ajian plead for her adoptive father the day before yesterday, Feng Ajian realized from her words that this older palace maid was in love with her. She liked Zhou Xuan in the fake marriage case. Feng Ajian also had a good impression of Zhou Xuan. The two long poems about "Lovers finally got married" were really touching. Feng Ajian was in the palace for many years, and had never seen anything cruel and ruthless. At that time, he said that he might as well confirm the case and sentence Zhou Xuan to divorce Qin Que so that Zhou Xuan could marry Renzi. When Renzi heard it, he was very anxious and asked Feng Ajian not to do this, otherwise she would not be at ease in her life. Feng Ajian said that Zhou Xuan would marry you both. Renzi was shy and said.

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the window, the trees are swaying, and small spots are shaking on the ground. On the tall trees in the courtyard, there is a Autumn cicada that has not been long since the time is singing hard.

Sewing needle suddenly remembered that two days ago, Xiaoqian talked about the strange-style pair of jeans in Zhou Xuan's room, and said that his son-in-law said that the woman who is suitable for wearing that pair of jeans is his future wife.

The heart of the sewing needle was eager to move. She wanted to see what kind of jeans it was. Is it difficult to wear in? Why is it difficult to wear in?

Seen Needle wanted Xiaoqian to go to Zhouxuan's room to take the jeans to see. He walked to the door and called "Fennel, Xiaoqian." No one responded. He probably was drinking sweet rice wine in the small hall of the inner courtyard. This little girl loved to drink that kind of sweet wine.

The wooden door of Mrs. Qin's room on the other side of the yard was closed.

The sewing needle gently lifted the corner of the skirt, walked quickly through the courtyard, and walked to Zhou Xuan's bedroom door. The doors of each room in the inner courtyard were not locked, and there was only an ancient rope bolt. When the rope was gently pulled on the door, the wooden bolt rose up and the door opened.

Brother Zhou would not come in now. He was drinking and drinking. Thinking of the sewing needle, he pulled the door and saw a strange bag hanging on the hook of the carved embroidered couch on the three-sided fence. The woman painted on the bag was charming and her hips were curled like that. Oh, so shameful.

Take out the light blue jeans with a sewing needle, and it is almost the same as the beard breeches, with a low waist, narrow legs, and a shiny belt.

The sewing needle held the jeans and gestured on himself, as if he could wear it. He tried wearing it now and didn't have to take it back to the room, so as not to wait and put it back for more trouble.

The sewing needle closed the door, but the bolt inside was not tied. This kind of bolt was a little harder and was easy to close. It was so hard to open the bolt. She just tried on her jeans and was about to leave soon.

The sewing needle took off the embroidered shoes, stood on the big bed, lifted up the long skirt and tucked it to the waist, revealing the pink "knee" above the knee. The shiny calves, white and tender, and the slender feet were wrapped in cloth socks.

The sewing needle lifts the left foot and stretches out the jeans. Finally, the narrow legs of the foot are drilled out, and then wear another one.

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Mrs. Qin sat on the big rosewood chair, and Qin Que stood behind her to hold her shoulders and cervical vertebrae for her mother.

Mrs. Qin asked: "Qi'er, what are you thinking? You're talking."

Qin Que's pretty face turned red and red, but he still didn't say anything and kept rubbing his hands.

Mrs. Qin sighed: "Xiao Lu and you are not married. Marriage really requires fate. Zhou Xuan is the husband star you are destined to be. He came for no reason, but can you still not marry him now?"

Qin Que still kept silent.

Mrs. Qin said again: "But what should we do now? Otherwise, we will never mention the easy marriage before and find a suitable handsome child to marry the sewing needle?"

"How can that be done!" Qin Que said: "Sister Renzi likes him too."

Mrs. Qin laughed: "Sewing needles are also - I like him, so who else can like him besides sewing needles?"

Qin Que heard that his mother dragged the tone of the word "Ye" so long, obviously making fun of her. She twisted her body and acted like a little girl and said, "Mom laughed at Que'er, Que'er went back to her room."

Mrs. Qin patted Qin Que's backhand on her shoulder and said, "Qi'er, don't be embarrassed. Do you think you are willing to serve a husband with Renzi? Renzi is also my adopted daughter. Of course, she cannot marry Zhou Xuan as a concubine. You and Renzi can only be considered a fair wife. You have to think clearly. If you have two mistresses in the family, you will have a lot of trouble in the future."
Chapter completed!