Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 43

Mrs. Pei's white hair on the temples was half that of Mrs. Zhao.

I don't think I'm having a good time.

Facing the three sisters of the Zhao family, her frowning brows stretched a little, and there was a rare hint of softness: "It turned out to be a girl from Zhao's house."

Her gaze fell on Zhao Chengyan without any suspense.

Zhao Chengyan wore a multicolored fairy dress today. The main color was light and elegant lilac purple, and the delicate hibiscus powder was used as a foil. Then, the cloud crane was embroidered with gold thread as the thread, and the waist was tied with silver thread. An exquisitely carved small silver bell.

Gently moving the lotus step, the silver bell swayed gently, making a crisp and pleasant jingle sound, and the skirt rippled slightly, with pink and purple ripples, like smoke and clouds, like a dream.

The wealthy ladies who knew the goods couldn't help but gasped.

Such exquisite craftsmanship and luxurious materials have only appeared on the princess during the palace banquet.

Even Mrs. Pingyuan Hou was stunned for a while, and then coughed slightly: "This is the first lady of the Prime Minister's residence."

Zhao Chengyan smiled softly: "The little girl Zhao Chengyan has seen Mrs. Pei."

Mrs. Pei nodded, her eyes lightly glanced, and her pupils suddenly condensed.

On Zhao Chengyan's right, stood a slender girl, wearing a long white pleated skirt, with a plum blossom tie with white jade beads around her waist, and her jet-black hair was combed in an ordinary bun, with a tie between her hair. With a jasper inlaid pearl hairpin.

In terms of dressing well, it's not particularly eye-catching.

But the looks can't be ignored.

Her skin is fair and her cheeks are rosy, like cardamom on the branches of February, and like wild roses in the rain, with a bit of clarity in her beauty.

As if feeling her scrutinizing gaze, the girl stepped back half a step without showing any trace, and lowered her eyebrows.

The corner of Mrs. Pei's mouth twitched lightly, with a somewhat dismissive sarcasm: "Is this the Prime Minister's child raised in the countryside?"

Almost everyone looked over at one time.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Mrs. Pei, you read that right."

A crisp voice broke the silence, Zhao Chengyu raised his crystal clear face, and said with a smile, "This is the eldest daughter my uncle just brought back from the countryside."

Her voice fell heavily on the word "eldest daughter", and it was difficult for others to pretend not to notice.

Everyone's eyes changed, and several well-dressed young women began to whisper.

"I was raised in the country since I was a child, so she's a maid?" The lady in the official green jacket asked excitedly.

"Yeah, the Censor Desk is impeaching Prime Minister Zhao because of this." The lady in a brown robe whispered.

"It's not that Shen shi is too infatuated, otherwise how could he act against the sky like this."

The one next to him wearing a sapphire blue sleeved jacket sighed softly: "This private life is the biggest sin of a woman, hey, what a misunderstanding of love!"

Mrs. Pei seemed very unhappy, frowning and interrupted: "Buddhist pure land, some things should not be said, so as not to embarrass Miss Zhao's face."

Her voice was a little high, even a little harsh, but her indisputable tone seemed to be doing justice.

It's like someone who's used to being bossy and treats everything with that kind of innate arrogance.

If you think she is targeting you, it will make you appear sensitive, vulnerable and petty.

But if you accept it silently, you will appear to be a weak and incompetent persimmon.

Facing those eyes with needles hidden in cotton, Zhao Xiwei's mouth showed a faint smile, and he said calmly: "The ancients once said that the sky does not stop winter because of people's aversion to cold, and the earth does not stop because of people's fear of being far away. , a gentleman does not quit his career for the sake of the villain."

Her expression was leisurely and calm: "Although I was born in the countryside, I acted upright and never did those villainous actions that hurt others and myself, so why should I be afraid of others saying bad things?"

A few whispering ladies moved their lips, but never said a word again.

The ladies around were also stunned.

Amidst all the silence, Zhao Xiwei smiled again, and bowed gently to Madam Pei, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and said, "I heard that Madam Hou has always worshipped Buddha sincerely, and she must be a person of great mercy and compassion, so everyone's unintentional jokes , you certainly won't take it to heart, right?"

Madam Pei's black anger slowly faded away, and she said with a smile, "Ms. Zhao is right, but it's just a joke, why should you take it to heart."

"Everywhere, it's Mrs. Hou that you mentioned it well." Zhao Xi smiled slightly and gave Mrs. Pingyuan Hou a step down, "The little girl is stupid, and I still need Mrs. Hou to take care of you in the future."

These words made Mrs. Pei very useful, and the dark clouds on her face immediately dissipated.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but glance at her granddaughter.

How many days have you returned to the manor, how could you be so extravagant?
In the face of a group of noble ladies from aristocratic families, he gently suppressed a group of people with just a few words, and even preserved the dignity of both parties without leaving a trace.

Such an unrestrained and unrestrained bearing made Madam Zhou's words "If you want to marry the palace, it is the most suitable third young lady" in Old Lady Zhao's mind.

Sure enough, the only one who can take on such a heavy responsibility is the little girl.

While thinking about it, a little nun came to pay homage: "Amitabha, Shi Tai has invited all the donors to come in and have a cup of hot tea."

Mrs. Pei supported her forehead: "Look at me, Jing Gu was talking, and even forgot the etiquette. It's really old, and it's becoming more and more useless."

Mrs. Zhao also smiled and said: "Look, she said this in front of my old bones, didn't she deliberately anger me?"

Everyone hurriedly laughed and said, "You are not old, both of you are immortals."

The short-term unhappiness dissipated, and the group entered the tea room of the temple hand in hand.

The tea room is located in the west of the temple.

Light-colored boxwood is used for the window lattices and the desks, which not only look beautiful but also have a faint fragrance, which makes the whole room less solemn and more elegant.

Outside the tea house is a lush green bamboo forest.

The window is covered with cicada wing gauze like smoke and mist, and that piece of greenery full of vitality comes into view, making people feel refreshing and comfortable.

The crowd sat upright.

A little nun, about twelve or thirteen years old, served tea.

There is no snow or wind today, the tea bowls are clinking softly, and birds are occasionally chirping, making it even more peaceful and quiet.

A bamboo forest, a cup of tea, and listening to a Buddhist scripture recited by the monks are enough for a moment of peace of mind.

However, this moment of tranquility was broken by a woman.

"Grandma! Your carriage is too fast!" A girl in red rushed in.

She threw herself into Mrs. Pei's arms and shouted, "I can't even catch up on horseback!"

Mrs. Pei said with a stern face: "Girls are like women who are not good at needlework and thread, so they know what it is like to ride a horse and shoot arrows."

There was no reproach in his tone, but a faint hint of pride.

(End of this chapter)