The queen mother is charming

Chapter 13 Pulling Her Fox Fur

It was Mu Qingchao who raised his eyes and saw her, smiled at her, and called out: "Mother".

"Eh!"

Zhong shi smiled and nodded, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

For this daughter, she felt guilty in her heart. She thought she would hate herself, but it turned out that she still recognized her as a mother.

She stepped forward and wanted to go to Lamu Qing Dynasty, but she saw that she was full of luxury, and she was a little cautious. She didn't know what to do, so she could only say to the side: "Are you tired after walking this way, is it cold? Come in and sit down." Bar."

"That..." She suddenly turned her head to look at Aunt Zhuang.

"You...you go and make a cup of tea for Yaoyao, don't want the dregs of the tea leaves, pick some top ones to make."

Aunt Zhuang's face was also full of joy, and she responded, "Hey."

At this moment, the young man who was watching in front of the west courtyard turned around and hurried to the front courtyard.

Front yard.

Mrs. Ma is in the old lady's melting snow hall, and standing beside her is her little daughter Zhong Yingying.

The old lady is taking a test of Zhong Yingying's poetry.

When Zhong Yingying said, "Since spring comes, miserable green and red, it's okay to have a heart.", Mrs. Zhong burst into a smile.

"Yes, yes, this woman is virtuous without talent. Girls don't need to learn how to govern the country. What they want is talent and style. I see that the second girl is better than the eldest girl in this regard." One chip."

Mrs. Zhong was a well-known talented woman in Jinling City when she was young, but unfortunately, she was a concubine and could not be a regular wife, so she had to marry Master Zhong as a concubine.

What about being a concubine?
Mr. Zhong and Mrs. Yuan were not in harmony. She relied on her talent and outstanding appearance to recite poems against Mr. Zhong all day long, and she also won the infinite love of Mr. Zhong.

Later, Mrs. Yuan passed away in poor health, and this talented concubine naturally took the position of head mother.

She understands her own superior weapon, so she teaches her juniors in the same way, women, what they want is the means to win over men, and being a gentle and water-like Xieyu flower is enough.

What else has it to do with them?
Zhong Chuchu was too temperamental, but Zhong Yingying learned seven or eight points of her charm.

So among all the granddaughters, Mrs. Zhong's favorite is this second girl.

She just sighed: "I don't know what kind of family will be worthy of our family Yingying in the future."

Just as he was talking, suddenly a young man came to report.

"Madam, old lady, the queen mother is back."

"Are you back?" Madam Ma frowned upon hearing this: "Since she's back, why is there no movement at the front door?"

"The Empress Dowager didn't seem to enter through the front door, but... the west gate?"

"Ximen?" A look of surprise added to Ma Shi's face.

"What does she mean? Shouldn't you come to see the old lady first when you come back?"

"Snapped!"

Just as Mrs. Ma finished speaking, Mrs. Zhong slapped the armrest of the chair below her with a slap.

Mrs. Zhong's brows were raised upright, and her sagging face was shaking, obviously she was very angry.

"She is so courageous. She really thought that becoming the Queen Mother would be like flying on a branch and becoming a phoenix. Now that she is back, she dares to shame me in a blatant manner."

With a trace of cruelty in Mrs. Zhong's eyes, she directed the servants around her: "Mother Zhang, go to the courtyard and call a few people, won't she come to see me?

Then I will go to the west courtyard to meet her. "

Hearing this, Madam Ma had some hesitation on his face.

"Mother, the master hasn't come back yet, why don't we wait for him to come back?"

"Waiting for him? What are you waiting for him to do?" Mrs. Zhong glared at her daughter-in-law.

"The person outside is called the little bitch Empress Dowager in the West Courtyard, you still don't know how much she weighs?
To deal with her, why do you need that man outside?
Hmph, it's just a girl who lives under someone's fence. She got a bluffing name outside, and she really thinks of herself as a character?

I don't even pay attention to me, I'm going to take off her fox fur today, but I want to see what she can do to me? "

When Mrs. Zhong was young, she pretended to be gentle and careless in front of men, but that was also in the past.

Now, she is a genuine old lady, her son is the chief assistant, and her granddaughter enters the palace as a concubine. Looking around the world, who else does she need to care about?
Even the emperor should be polite in front of her.

If someone doesn't take her seriously, she can't bear it.

On the other end, Mu Qingchao followed Zhong into the house.

As soon as I entered the house, I could smell a choking smell. The charcoal was burning smokyly, but it was not much warmer than the outside. I guess I was not willing to buy the charcoal.

Seeing several pairs of embroidery frames on the table, it seems that they are doing embroidery work with Aunt Zhuang.

She remembered that before she entered the palace, her mother gave her all the money she had left on her body. If she had some money with her in the palace, she would give some money to the servants, so life would not be so difficult.

She had no money in the end, and for more than a year, selling embroidery probably became their only source of income.

Mu Qingchao couldn't help feeling sad when he thought about it.

The mother is full of plans for herself, but what about herself?The family was troubled, and the mother was still notorious at night, and embarked on the road of exile.

Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help being misty.

Just at this time, the two concubine sisters entered the room. When they saw Mu Qingchao, they were overjoyed and gathered around her feet, shouting: "Sister, sister."

Mu Qingchao looked at them, and the sad mood just now eased a little, and he said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for more than a year, sister Luo and sister Yin have grown so tall?"

As she spoke, she asked Chunya to bring her some snacks.

The pastry was still hot, with a strong sweet smell, the two little girls hadn't eaten pastry for a long time, and they happily held it in their hands, reluctant to eat it.

"Eat, eat, there are still more." Mu Qingchao said.

The low mood was interrupted, Mu Qingchao regained his energy and said happily.

She asked Chun Ya to take out all the things she bought.

"The New Year is coming soon, I bought some materials, and then I will make two clothes for my sisters."

At this moment, Aunt Zhuang came in making tea and looked at the ingredients in Mu Qingchao's hand.

The light green brocade is smooth and bright, and the price is expensive at first glance.

"Hey, what are you buying them for?" Aunt Zhuang said.

"This material is so expensive, and children grow up fast, and they won't be able to wear it after two years, so don't waste it."

"It's because they grow fast that they need to cut new clothes. If I remember correctly, the clothes on them were made the year before last, right?

Sister Yin will not talk about it, look at Sister Luo, her ankles are exposed, it's freezing cold, isn't it cold? "

Hearing this, Aunt Zhuang was a little embarrassed, she lowered her head and said nothing.

But I heard Mu Qingchao say: "Don't worry, Auntie, I also have your materials, as well as my mother's and Qingyan's, everything is available."

As she was talking, Chunya had already laid out all the things she bought on the way.

Cakes, jewelry, silk, even food, charcoal fire...

Seeing Zhong and Aunt Zhuang's eyes straightened.

"You... how much money do you get for buying these?" Zhong asked anxiously.

"How much silver can I have? In the palace, there are more silver rewards for servants than this."

This kind of talk is true and cold, her mother and aunt would not be able to earn such things even if they were blind all year round.

But if you put it in the palace to reward servants, those who are of high rank may not even look down on them.

Ten households have calluses in their hands and one phoenix hairpin; the fields of the rich are connected with rice paddies, and the poor have no place to stand on. This has been the case since ancient times.

Mu Qingchao thought about it, and took out another purse and handed it to Zhong Shi.

"This, you take it."

(End of this chapter)