Wei Shu

Chapter 60 Insinuation
It's just a common thing for a girl from Zuo Shuai's mansion to have a banquet at You Shuai's house.

Wei Shu thought about it, and let out an insincere admiration: "This is Master Fulun's house, no wonder the garden is so beautiful."

Ji A gave her a contemptuous look, and raised his chin: "Nonsense, our garden is obviously more beautiful, and the peach blossoms in this garden are better. When the master brought me here last year, I was still there Help the master fold the flowers."

She stretched out her arm and pointed to a few begonias in the distance, Wei Shu followed the trend and looked over, but saw seven or eight noble ladies of the Kingdom of Jin wearing gold and silver sitting in the hexagonal pavilion outside the forest, drinking tea and chatting there.

Huazhen, who was wearing a long golden dress all over the place, was sitting in the first honored guest seat on the left, and the girl with dark skin and sharp eyes on the main seat must be one of the daughters of the host, Bush.

"Akis, your memory is so bad that you don't even recognize Master Fulun's house." Ji Ah's voice sounded, Wei Shu turned her gaze back, only to see that the other party was looking at her with wide eyes:
"Didn't you forget that the master brought you to have a drink last autumn? Could it be that your head was really squeezed out of the oxtail?"

The last sentence is extremely humiliating in the Jin language, and the corresponding Central Plains dialect means "a fool of a donkey".

Wei Shu was furious, but her complexion did not change at all, the smile on the corner of her lips became more warm, she had a good temper, and her voice was soft and gentle:

"I happened to be sick during the autumn banquet last year, and I couldn't even go with my master, so how could I go out to serve? Sister Gia, you have a bad memory."

This time, Ji A didn't hear the irony in the words at all. Hearing the words, his face was a little dazed, and he pulled the braids on his chest and said, "Ah? Is it like this?"

Wei Shu was very sorry for the other party's slowness, but she couldn't point it out, so she nodded with a smile: "Hey, that's how it is."

Akis did remember this incident, last fall she was ill for two days, and happened to miss the banquet at Fu Lun's house, and Lian Er replaced Akis.

Coincidentally, Lian'er was also among the servants today, Wei Shu's thoughts turned to her, and Lian'er's soft voice came from her ears:

"Sister, don't pay attention to her, she is used to talking nonsense, and her mouth is smelly, I hate it to death."

She took Wei Shu's hand, her voice was very soft, and she smiled at Wei Shu after she finished speaking, her little face was full of intimacy.

Wei Shu's expression was very gentle, he patted her hand and said nothing.Lian Er felt that she was encouraged, so she rolled her big eyes towards Ji Ah's back, with a look of displeasure in her eyes, as if she was complaining for Wei Shu when she was scolded just now.

Wei Shu smiled and shook her head at her, signaling her to keep her mouth shut, but Ji A seemed to sense it, turned her face away, stared at Lian Er and said, "Are you, Mu Na Hei Tai, in front of me?" Speak ill?"

Lian'er was not very afraid of Ji Ah, who was also a handyman, and was about to curse back when Wei Shu hurriedly tugged on her sleeve.

At this moment, an old golden slave woman in a ginger robe and gray hair came out of nowhere and said sharply, "Why are you arguing? Why don't you just shut up? Itchy skin!" Find someone to strip it off yourself!"

All the maids and servants immediately fell silent, and Lian'er's face changed a little in fright.

This old woman is the assistant steward of Baihuayuan, her rank is only below Xu, she is also an old servant who has served Huazhen for many years, she is very loyal and reliable.Because of the word "Ke" in her name, everyone called her Granny Ke.

All things that should be punished and taught to servants and servants in Baihuayuan are handled by Granny Ke.And whenever her horse face becomes longer, some of the servants will always be beaten and scolded. In terms of prestige, they are no worse than the chief steward, Xu.

However, being a guest in someone else's house now, and punishing one's own slaves in front of the master's house, it is somewhat disrespectful, so Granny Ke only reprimanded her verbally.

Even if there are only these few words, it is enough to scare the faces of all the maidservants into paleness.

Relying on the fact that he is a golden man, Ji A dared to flatter Granny Ke and said: "The robe that Grandma is wearing today is really beautiful."

Huazhen asked the embroiderer girl to make that robe and gave it to Granny Ke. To the servants, it was a great honor.When Granny Ke heard the words, she really turned pale, she stopped talking, and turned to look at the Liujiao Pavilion not far away.

Huazhen and a few noble ladies are drinking tea in the pavilion, the sweetness of the fruit and the fragrance of the soufflé are mixed with the fragrance of bamboo, even the passing wind becomes calm.

It is still the rainy season, and the rain in the past two days has been extremely heavy, but fortunately, it is a rare sunny day today, and the eldest daughter of Bruce Furren, Pearl, sent a post to invite a handkerchief to the house for tea. Got one.

This kind of superficial entertainment is not easy for Hua Zhen to shirk, and she must face it with a smile to show the harmony between the two marshals.

It is not advisable to act rashly when things are not at the end of the road, and this kind of superficial work must be done, and the more beautiful it is, the better.Even though the two families hated each other in their hearts and wished they could eat their flesh and tear their bones apart, that face must be brushed as bright as new in order to whitewash this peace and satisfy the hearts of some people in Changli, the capital of Anhuang.

From this point of view, Mangtai did not hurt Huazhen in vain.

Huazhen is very good at socializing, chatting and laughing happily with all the noble ladies in the pavilion, he can dodge the open and dark arrows freely, and the occasional counterattack is neither humble nor overbearing.

At this time, the noble ladies in the Hexagonal Pavilion had just chatted about the fashionable fabrics in the imperial capital. Pearl Fulun was holding the teapot, pouring fruit tea into the cup in front of Huazhen, and sighing:
"Although the people of the Song Dynasty are not as good as pigs and dogs, the utensils they make are really useful. Sister Huazhen, look, is this Song porcelain cup as white as snowflakes? The silver edge is as bright and clear as moonlight, our family likes it very much."

She speaks an authentic Changli accent, and the words "our family" are standard royal expressions, although she is talking about utensils, the meaning is elsewhere.

Hua Zhen heard it, but the smile on her cheeks was still sweet and pleasing, and said: "They are better at this kind of thing, but they are not as good as our Da Jin in battle.

When we occupy the Central Plains, let these Song people be our slaves, and they are not allowed to use these exquisite and beautiful things. Their dirty hands are only good for grabbing mud. "

All the noble girls laughed, and the silver bell-like laughter scattered with the spring breeze.

Hua Zhen was also smiling, but that smile seemed a little absent-minded, and after sitting for a while, she stood up and said apologetically, "I'm going to make up, everyone, please wait."

After finishing speaking, she did not leave immediately, but turned her beautiful almond eyes to stare at Pearl Fulun on the main seat, waiting for her to speak.

This is not only the etiquette of "guests do what they want", but also a vague concession, which shows that Zuo Shuai's mansion has no intention of competing with You Shuai.

In these tiny details, Hua really behaves very decently.

(End of this chapter)