As a senior secretary, Yuanyang also sleeps with the old lady at night for easy summons and serves her. Jia Mu is wearing her middle clothes and lies in her robe: "Yuanyang, I heard that someone has come to ask about the second girl's marriage."

Yuanyang thought for a while and said, "It's not a shadow yet, it's all spreading indiscriminately. The marriage ceremony is six rituals, and the name of the Sun family has only been here twice and three times before it is accurate. It's not enough to make a marriage letter yet."

"It's all hidden from me." Jia Mu's tone was very dissatisfied.

Yuanyang couldn't answer. The old lady was just a special one to enjoy her happiness, but she didn't return because she didn't make a decision. Jia Mu said, "Why is it the Sun family? Not the Zhao family's Qian family's Li family?"

"It is said that Sun Shaozu is hereditary commander, and the title book contains the Ministry of War. If you want to be promoted, it is of great use to make such arrangements by the master." Yuanyang replied.

It must be a marriage of interests. Girls from aristocratic families are often just bargaining chips. Jia Mu married from the Shi family and Mrs. Wang married from the Wang family. It was also a good match and interests were the first. Although Jia Mu was unhappy, Yingchun was not Baoyu, Daiyu, so naturally her parents decided.

The reason inside is that Jia She owed Sun Shaozu 5,000 taels of silver. This is naturally not revealed by Jia She. The servants don’t know. If Jia Mu knew this, the situation might be different. Yuanyang comforted him: “That Sun Shaozu is rumored that his ancestors were students of our Jia family and were also a family. He was going to do it, but he said he had suffered a serious illness. Let’s discuss it later.”

Jia Muslim is serious: "According to the customs of the mansion, the maids and servants are usually in their early twenties and need to be married. Their children are kept by writers and slaves. Yuanyang, I, an old lady, will die one day. If you fall in love with someone, tell me as soon as possible."

"Old lady..." Yuanyang was crying: "When the master wanted to marry me as a young man, I swear not to marry me. As soon as the old lady died, I would go with the old lady..."

For this reason, Yuanyang also clenched his hair on the spot and was extremely strong. He said that at worst he could be a sister-in-law and to understand his ambition, she deeply saw the decline and corruption of this big family. No matter who he was, the outcome would be bad. Ping'er and Aunt Zhao were examples. They all said that good people would be rewarded, but Ping'er also became a good person for nothing. Of course, there was one hope that Master Cong. Look at the current situation, it was better than other men, but Master Cong already had a concubine Qingwen, and I don't know how many people will be in the future.

Jia Mu replied to the question: "You don't like Baoyu, what about Cong'er? You are young and successful, even if you are strict in control."

"Old lady, stop talking, be careful to be sleepy tomorrow." Yuanyang avoided answering and pulled her a quilt. Jia Mu also knew very well that this girl was difficult to persuade, and the servants were also human beings. Their beauty often bloomed for the so-called master with blood and tears. In this world, no matter what, there is no shortage of struggles from the lower class.

...

"I have replied to the master of Xiuyan, and success can be achieved..." Mrs. Xing said only halfway.

Their Xing family said that it was relatively poor, but as soon as their mother's family entered Beijing, her brother Xing Zhong did not cry to her poor. She paid for food and clothing like the Xue family. Mrs. Xing really wondered for a while and asked about where the money came from. Xing's mother was so polite. Although she didn't know their current situation, this fact made her feel relieved. As long as she didn't make her selfish, she would pay for anything.

"Is it because Cong'er is younger and has too many concubines, so he is talking about it?" Xing's mother saw it.

Mrs. Xing smiled and faced the sister-in-law: "That's right, Cong'er is a bit restrained. When Lian'er was a child, she had many such random things. Even if she held Baoyu from heaven, she would be better than Cong'er. Now Baoyu has only one concubine. She can only decide first and then hold a marriage in a few years. Xiuyan is less than twenty."

Xing's mother thought that there was only this, and her eyes flashed: "Just make a reservation, girl, we have been in Beijing for many days, so I would like to bother you for many days. I went out to the lantern market before. The lantern market in the capital was indeed prosperous. I bought a lot of things, including a few good tea leaves, ginseng, and marten, even if it was a holiday gift."

Mrs. Xing was very happy and said with a smile: "The family is full of flesh and blood, why should my sister-in-law meet you?"

But Xing's mother wanted to show off and asked someone to carry it in. Mrs. Xing got the benefit and automatically ignored her sister-in-law's show off.

...

Xing Xiuyan entered the Yangcui Temple in the east of the Grand View Garden. Outside the arched mountain gate, several clusters of red plum blossoms were blooming in full bloom. I knew it was not snow. For the faint fragrance, Miaoyu was wearing a colorful paddy field suit and a scarf and strap on her head: "Are you here to say goodbye?"

"How do you know?" Xing Xiuyan opened her mouth lightly.

Miaoyu welcomed her into the temple, poured tea on the table, and used her own cup: "You look so melancholy and reluctant to leave, you can see it."

"What I don't want to leave is you. My girl's house is with you in Panxiang Temple, Xuan Tomb, Suzhou for ten years. Your calligraphy is taught by you, and your poetry and books are taught by you. Without you in that day, how could I be the same as me today."

After Xing Xiuyan finished speaking, Miaoyu looked at her for a while and smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's not just me who you are reluctant to leave. Since your parents made the decision, you are not dissatisfied. Wouldn't it be nice to say it? Back then, there was a strange woman named Huang Yuanjie, who made a living by selling poetry, calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings. She is loyal to her husband, so you can."

"I can't be called a strange woman." Xing Xiuyan said goodbye: "You have returned to Suzhou. Even if you come to find us, you will have a place to stay."

"I'll take a look after a while. You know that I was not tolerated by power in Suzhou, so I am today. But I can't starve to death. I have a lot of money to sell those antique tea cups." Two women, both teachers and friends, parted at the door, felt a bit like the same as the girls' school books back then.

When Miaoyu came back, several women were flushing the water and sweeping the floor. Miaoyu frowned: "Miss Xing is not an outsider and is not dirty, so why bother sweeping?"

The women were helpless. Miaoyu, who was practicing with hair, was too weird and had a cleanliness. Whenever someone came in, they would have to wash it up, but today it was abnormal and capricious, and it was really hard to serve.

Xing Xiuyan walked south, walked back to the road to Jinlou, and after crossing Qinfang Bridge, Xiangling held an invitation: "Our grandpa invites Miss Xing to attend the poetry meeting before the Lantern Festival."

Xing Xiuyan was secretly surprised, touched the silver foil of the invitation, and finished reading it, saying, "He also invited people from the officialdom. If I went there, how could it be appropriate."

"Don't worry if you say it. The wife of the official family is in the inner hall and the men are outside." Xiangling looked at the fellow villager for a few times and thought to herself that Master Cong asked her to come and see him off. If she didn't call him Qingwen, there might be a story with this girl Xing and him, and he was not afraid that his grandmother would be jealous.

But Xiangling thought about it, Baochai was afraid that she would not be jealous, so Jia Cong stayed in Qingwen's room overnight, and she couldn't tell what Baochai looked like.

...

"The eldest wife said that if you think the middle road is messy, just move back to the big room on the east road." After having breakfast in the main hall, Xue Baochai handed over a stack of posts: "This is a New Year's Day greeting, all of which were thrown into the doorman. There are a hundred pictures, and I don't know them."

In ancient times, there was a custom of sending this post during the Chinese New Year. Whether you know it or not, sometimes you will be finished. In order to make a lot of fun, of course, you vote for Jia Cong. Many of them are scholars from Shuntian Mansion, and those of the same schoolmates in the same year. Naturally, his visits were also sealed, and people asked people to vote for various teachers. In the same year, Jia Cong asked her to sit down and eat together, saying, "Don't move back, there are brother Lian and sister-in-law Lian on the east road to serve him."
Chapter completed!