The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 583 'Lan Xue' Birthday Update

But when Mrs. Wang arrived at Xue's house, she heard that Jiao Shun had come and gone, and she couldn't help feeling disappointed.

It is said that thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. Mrs. Wang, who was suddenly inspired by the nature of a tiger and a wolf, during these days, the physical and mental throbbing that burst out is really inhumane—perhaps only the hammer wrapped in pulp , are qualified to judge one or two.

So after discovering that Aunt Xue started looking forward and backward again, she said that on Wenlong's happy day, a mother shouldn't... at least not...

Mrs. Wang was immediately annoyed, and she couldn't help but say: "Now the arrow is on the string, you can't help but retreat, tomorrow you just listen to me obediently, don't think so much about what you have!"

Aunt Xue was speechless for a while after being scolded, but just when Mrs. Wang thought she had succeeded in suppressing it, Aunt Xue suddenly hesitated and asked: "It's my own business anyway, but why, why is my sister worse than me?" Hurry up?"

"I'm not for..."

Mrs. Wang subconsciously wanted to be perfunctory, but suddenly changed her mind halfway through.

The Jiao family is going to move out at the end of the month. If I want to continue hooking up, I must rely on my sister. Instead of blindly coaxing her now, it is better to make some preparations in advance, so that she will not be able to turn the corner at that time, which will only increase the difficulty.

He took a deep breath and sighed, "Oh, I won't hide the matter from you now."

As he said, he held Aunt Xue's hand in his palm, and said 'confidantly': "You also know that I am now in conflict with your brother-in-law, and we have long since lost the relationship between husband and wife. Remnant life, but not getting along and knowing about you and Brother Shun."

"When I saw the poems he drew for you that day, I couldn't help empathizing with you. After that, I would think wildly from time to time. If I were a few years younger, if I also met such a person, I, I would No way..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Wang suddenly sighed again: "Unfortunately, this is your fate after all, not mine."

"elder sister!"

Aunt Xue saw the emotion she said, and couldn't help holding her catkins with her backhand, and tears welled up in her pupils of autumn water.

Mrs. Wang met her eyes, and said word by word: "I really substituted myself into you, so I can't see your indecision, and hope that you can act according to your own heart."

"elder sister!"

Aunt Xue hugged Mrs. Wang, and the tears couldn't stop streaming down. In her opinion, she and Mrs. Wang could not be said to be in the same boat, but at least they could be regarded as the same goal by different routes. Therefore, when Mrs. Wang mentioned it, she believed in it. It's ten to ten.

There was no more doubt, no more flinching.

Even for the expectation of my sister, I have to...

uh~
Isn't it a bit weird for sisters to do this kind of thing together?

Seeing her like this, the string in Mrs. Wang's heart finally loosened. With this layer of foreshadowing in the secret channel, it will be logical for her to gradually show an attitude of being addicted to it in the future.

…………

It's evening.

After Xue Baochai finished the complicated housework, she spent dinner with her mother and aunt who somehow became closer, and returned to her boudoir. While enjoying the rare leisure, she always felt that something was missing.

By the way, it's Sister Feng!
She has been talking to herself every morning and evening for the past two days, why is she missing today?

Could it be to avoid my aunt [Mrs. Wang]?
If this is the case, it is really a surprise, at least for the time being, there is no need to worry about her pushing him to see Miaoyu.

You must know that the reason why Miaoyu was kicked out of the Rongguo Mansion in the first place was a secret plan by herself and Xiren—why did this fake nun always encourage Baoyu to escape from the world?
Although Miaoyu didn't know the truth, it was still embarrassing to meet her face to face.

Just as she was thinking, Ying'er picked up the curtain and approached from the outside, rubbing her hands together and said, "Girl, there are people from the Xia family again, this time I want to inquire about Uncle Jiao Ming'er's route, saying it is convenient to send someone out to meet her."

Xue Baochai couldn't help frowning upon hearing this.

Although she already knew that Jiao Shun had helped the Xia family in the palace a few days ago, she was not used to the Xia family Jiao Shun being so servile.

Or maybe it was because Jiao Shun seemed too amiable when he was in Rongguo Mansion, so even though he knew that he was in full swing now, he still lacked three points of reality.

However, the Xia family's attitude now complements and even doubles Xue Baochai's cognition.

The person who was just a domestic slave when he first heard about it, who almost lost his life in order to inherit a small title, has now grown into a pivotal existence, and can even easily determine the rise and fall of an imperial business.

If he hadn't declined the marriage with Jiao Shun at the beginning, Xue Baochai would probably have only lamented his fate.

If her future husband is someone who can match him, even if he is a little inferior, Xue Baochai will probably only lament his excellence.

If he hadn't cared for Shi Xiangyun and Xing Xiuyan in every possible way...

In short, when thinking of Jiao Shun recently, Xue Baochai seemed to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle.

And thinking of all the bad things about Jia Baoyu, the sour and bitter tastes are particularly prominent among the five flavors.

What happened to yourself?
Could it be that marrying into the Rongguo Mansion and using the power of the Jia family to help her mother's family is not exactly what I have been seeking all along?
Why is it that when things come to an end, this mind is getting more and more confused?
She muttered to herself and asked herself, but she still couldn't get rid of the complicated emotions, and she tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

…………

Xia family.

Xia Jingui's boudoir.

With the help of two pots of silver frost charcoal, the house is like early summer. Xia Jingui, wearing only a plain white dress, sat in front of the dressing table with her legs crossed, gesticulating on her head in the mirror and said with a frivolous smile: "So, You still refuse to go?"

"No, it's not that the slaves don't want to go, it's that these things are really, really..."

A trembling voice came from below her, but it turned out that the person she had taken as a stool was actually a fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid.

Although Xia Jingui's graceful figure was not heavy, it still weighed her down. All her limbs were shaking violently, as if she might collapse at any time.

"Humph~"

Xia Jingui snorted coldly, Erlang's upturned legs suddenly dropped, and the embroidered boots with thick wooden soles were stepping on the maid's two fingers impartially.

"Ah~"

The servant girl let out a cry of pain, and under Xia Jingui's merciless crushing, her whole body trembled like chaff, but she still tried her best to straighten her back, not daring to throw this cruel young lady off.

At this time, Xia Jingui lowered her waist in a coquettish manner, looked at her with a sweet smile and said, "I'm not asking you to kill and set fire, but just to help Mr. Jiao. Could it be..."

As she said that, she exerted a lot of force on her feet, and her voice suddenly turned violent: "Could it be that you don't want this dog's paw anymore?!"

"Ah~ Miss, please forgive me, please forgive me! I will do it, I will do it!"

The maid let out a miserable howl, and finally couldn't bear her persecution, and nodded desperately.

"Hee hee~ Wouldn't it be fine if you said that earlier?"

Xia Jingui's face suddenly cleared, and he stood up cheerfully, took out a wine bottle from the table and said, "This is the legendary mandarin duck cup, I got it with great difficulty—come on, let me teach you to be good, you If you twist it here, what comes out is Hejiu wine."

While explaining, he sat on the maid's back without hesitation, twisted her hair full of black hair around her fingers, and pulled her with a smile, forcing her to look up at the jug.

(End of this chapter)