Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Chapter 23 Talking Hearts
This is not the first time Xie Zhiyun has come to Rongjing Hall.

Although the Duke's Mansion doesn't have so many rules and doesn't require the younger generation to be careful, there are always various family matters. As the eldest daughter-in-law, Xie Zhiyun has to come forward.

Therefore, she is quite familiar with Rongjingtang.

As soon as she came in today, she felt something was wrong.

Wei Cang is used to being casual, and never likes the smell in the house, so Cui Ji, the wife of the Duke, does not burn incense in the Rongjing Hall, and usually puts some bergamot oranges to add some fruity fragrance.

Today is burning incense.

Xie Zhiyun sniffed carefully, and he could smell agarwood.

She looked at Mother Zhao and asked in a low voice, "Why did you burn the incense?"

Mother Zhao was amazed by her carefulness and intelligence, and replied in a low voice: "Madam has been taking medicine for the past few days, and the medicine tastes bitter, and this is called burning incense."

Xie Zhijun responded in a low voice, his feet became lighter, and he quickly walked around the main room and entered the bedroom.

The main house of the Duke and Duchess is very simple, not even as elegant as the Chunhua Ting where she and Wei Ji live. There are not many antiques in the house. A pot of kumquats full of fruits.

Xie Zhiyun didn't look left and right, and directly followed Zhao Mama into the bedroom, and stood quietly behind the screen to salute.

"I met my mother."

The screen is also very simple, but it is a six-sided bamboo screen with only landscapes engraved on it, and it is not expensive at all.

Xie Zhiyun's voice fell, and Cui Ji's dry voice sounded: "Come in."

Xie Zhiyun took a few steps forward, walked around the screen and came to the side of the bed.

Cui Ji has been ill for the past two days, and she looks haggard. Her hair is loosely coiled on the top of her hair, her face has no make-up, and she faintly reveals the age that has passed away.

She was leaning on the soft cushion, wearing only a plain jacket, breathing very heavily.

"Sit down and talk."

Xie Zhijun moved a chair by himself, put it beside the bed and sat down.

"Why does mother look sicker today, do you want to ask the doctor to come and see?" Xie Zhiyun was really worried about her health.

Cui Ji smiled, and his expression became lighter.

"It's just an old problem. In the early years, the Duke of the Kingdom hadn't achieved his current foundation, so it was inevitable that he was a little displaced. He suffered some injuries in the winter, and he couldn't recover later."

Cui Ji said very plainly: "You are going home today, did something happen?"

Xie Zhiyun didn't hide anything, he briefly talked about the farce between his father and younger brother, and then said: "Ah Xing knew he was wrong, and his father punished him too. It will be fine in a few days."

Cui Ji sighed.

"There are only their father and son in the family. Once there is a conflict, it will inevitably become more violent. Now that you are married and can't take care of you, you will really feel anxious."

Cui Ji comforted her: "It's okay, the young master is older and understands things, it will be much easier."

She wanted to comfort her, so Xie Zhiyun was also polite.

"What my mother said is that now I also want to take care of Mr. Ah Xing. If we can get married early, maybe he will be more sensible."

Cui Ji was a little surprised.

The Langhuan family all liked late marriages. Xie Zhijun just got married at the age of nineteen, a year or two later than ordinary people. She remembered that Xie Zhixing was only fifteen years old this year, so Xie Zhiyun wanted to see him.

Xie Zhiyun then explained: "Father doesn't want to remarry. It's impossible to have no female patriarch in the family. I used to be there, but now I'm not here, and many human relationships are not very convenient."

When Cui Ji heard this, his tone was very relieved.

"You have been able to take care of Xie's lintel since you were a child, and the internal affairs of the Duke's Mansion are much easier for you," Cui Ji said, "From now on, the Duke's Mansion will depend on you."

Xie Zhiyun didn't respond, but said: "Mother called me over, but do you have something to say?"

Cui Ji said: "There must be something."

"My father-in-law and Bo Qian should have already told you about the matter of Yongfeng warehouse, so I won't repeat it. You and Bo Qian just discussed and acted. Now I want to talk to you about the family affairs."

"There are not too many things at home, and spring is about to begin. We have to make two new clothes for each of the servants in the mansion, and a new spring quilt for each of them. In previous years, Jinxiu Yuan took over our family's work. If you have no other ideas this year, you can also decide Jinxiu Destiny will do."

"There are fabrics, cotton wadding, and other beautiful things. The accounts are with Mrs. Zheng, so you can make up your mind."

This is because there are old rules to be found, Xie Zhijun also handles these things in Xie's house, very handy.

"I understand, mother, don't worry, I will naturally read the accounts one by one."

Cui Ji's expression became more and more relaxed.

She looked at Xie Zhiyun seriously, and said: "Besides, you also take care of the plants and plants in the garden at home, you can change it as you like, I rarely go to the garden in the past, and your two sisters-in-law are obviously not that arty." Only you can understand your preferences."

Hearing what she said, Xie Zhiyun couldn't help but smiled: "Mother, there are Miss Shu and Mrs. An. The two younger sisters also like to tend flowers and plants. I asked them both later. It's not too late to take care of the garden."

"Okay, I'll listen to you too." Cui Ji smiled.

In fact, when Xie Zhiyun first married into the Duke of Su, it happened to be just in time for the New Year. In the situation of the Duke of Su, every New Year is a year of mobilization.

Xie Zhiyun was not familiar with the place where he was born, so it was Cui Ji who was in charge of the ceremonies. This busy work lasted for a whole month, and Xie Zhiyun only got to know the Wei family and several in-laws.

After the first month and the new year, Xie Zhiyun only occasionally talked a few words with Cui Ji, and it was the first time that they had such a long conversation.

Perhaps it was because Cui Ji was ill, or maybe she had seen too many things today, and her mood was a little different, so the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a good chat, and they were both surprised at each other's thoughtfulness, which was a rare combination of temperaments.

"In addition, the management of rice, flour, grain, oil, kitchen, woodshed, and water room is also entrusted to you," Cui Jidao said, "There are two warehouses in the house, one is for valuables, gold and silver, and the other is for ordinary use. The precious keys of these two places are still with me. If you want to take anything, you can send someone to get it from Madam Zhao. Just write the account book, and the key of the other place will be handed over to you. You come and get it."

She was really relieved of Xie Zhiyun, the daughter-in-law of his original wife.

Xie Zhiyun smiled and said: "Yes, mother, don't worry, Jia Nanny and Zhao Yu beside me are also used to taking care of this matter, so there will be no chaos."

Cui Ji finally felt relieved.

She didn't hold on any longer, and let Xie Zhijun help her lie back on the bed, and then she breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you married in this year, and you are so beautiful and intelligent. At this time of the year, I still have to sleep when I am sick." It's really hard to deal with trivial matters."

Although Yu Hanzhao and Ji Xiuxiu entered the house a few months earlier than Xie Zhijun, they were married in the summer and autumn of last year, so there were only a few wives in the Duke's mansion last year.

According to what Wei Cang said before, neither the second wife nor Mrs. Li has ever taken care of the house, so it's no wonder that Cui Ji has to work hard with illness.

Xie Zhiyun would not agree, she just said: "Mother, my daughter-in-law is young, and when there are always shortcomings, I still have to rely on my mother's guidance."

Cui Ji patted her hand, wanting to say something from his heart to her.

"Shu girl suffered a lot when she was young. Her mother was devoted to praying for Buddha, and she was unwilling to discipline her since she was a child. I became pregnant not long after I married your father. Ayao was in poor health when he was young. I took care of the three by myself. A child, really tired."

"At that time, the father-in-law was fighting everywhere and couldn't go home all year round. If Boqian was not sensible and obedient, and could keep the house safe, it would be even more sad when the day is appointed."

Cui Ji couldn't help sighing: "Look at me, I'm going off the rails when I talk about it."

"Let's talk about Miss Shu."

However, before Cui Ji finished speaking, Mother Zhao's voice came from outside: "Madam Ying, Madam is still ill, you have something to say to this old servant."

Then there was Weiying's harsh voice: "Tell me, you are not in charge of the family, so can you also manage the charcoal fire of Tiredness Zhai?"

Cui Ji frowned, she looked at Xie Zhijun, and said softly, "You help me up."

Xie Zhiyun helped her sit up again.

Cui Ji took a breath and said, "You go and ask aunt to come in and talk."

Xie Zhiyun didn't want to confront Wei Ying head-on, but being blocked by her in the room at the moment was not an option, so she got up quickly, bypassed the screen and opened the door.

There was no one standing in the outer room with angry faces except Weiying.

When she heard the door opening, she looked up and saw Xie Zhiyun, and she couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Why, do you have a good relationship with this stepmother?" Wei Ying's voice was not pleasant, "Don't forget, she is not Boqian's biological mother."

Xie Zhiyun didn't respond to this sentence, she saluted Wei Ying, and said lightly: "Auntie, mother please go in and talk."

Wei Ying also had something to do in Japan today, so she didn't bother with her, and went straight into the bedroom.

Xie Zhiyun didn't follow in, she closed the door and came out to wait outside.

There was a faint sound of arguing inside.

Xie Zhiyun's face was calm. After she had a bowl of tea, she saw that Madam Zhao was very anxious.

"Nurse, don't be anxious. Mother just lay down for a while, and she looks pretty good."

Mother Zhao sighed: "It's useless to be an old slave. The people in the charcoal fire room will do wrong things if they don't urge them for a few days. How can we give less charcoal fire in the tired house? The cousin girl is still ill. They saw that the wife was ill." Just put on airs immediately, and don't even look at what kind of person Mrs. Ying is."

In a simple sentence, Xie Zhiyun understood that there was less charcoal fire in Juyi Zhai today.

It's a small thing.

She smiled and comforted: "It's okay, just give it enough, it won't hurt your muscles or bones."

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, the door of the bedroom was opened vigorously from the inside, Weiying walked out quickly with a sullen face, and pointed directly at Xie Zhiyun.

"Your mother-in-law asked you to go with me to the charcoal fire room."

Xie Zhiyun paused slightly with the hand holding the teacup. She looked at Madam Zhao, then got up and said, "Good aunt, please wait a moment, I will come after I say goodbye to my mother."

Weiying didn't give her this chance: "What are you saying?"

She snorted coldly: "You just follow me."

"Why, afraid of me?"

Xie Zhiyun turned her toes and looked at Wei Ying with a gentle smile: "How could it be? My aunt is very kind, and my niece can only admire her."

She followed up: "Auntie, please go forward, my nephew will follow."

She smiled and said, "Please."

(End of this chapter)