Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 11 Watching a Show
  Mrs. Zhao waited for the doctor to write a prescription for Zhao Shuqing and sent her servants to send the doctor away. Then she went to see Mrs. Zhao.

"This girl Qing is very sick and crooked. I'm afraid she won't be able to catch the eyes of those ladies." Mrs. Zhao didn't want a sick daughter-in-law at all.

"Her body and bones are not good, but her appearance is good and lovable." Mrs. Zhao paused, "Empress Mingsu, who was the most favored queen in the harem back then, was a sickly beauty."

Mrs. Zhao instantly understood that such a sick beauty was not liked by the ladies, but she could arouse the love of men. She smiled and said: "I have a branch of ginseng over there, let me bring it to the stove and stew it with chicken soup to replenish her." "

"Whatever she needs, just don't let her work so hard." Old Mrs. Zhao gave her a hard look. She was a good ginseng, but she was not filial to her mother-in-law. It was disgusting.

Mrs. Zhao came back to her senses after being stared at by her. She realized that she had spilled the beans and lowered her head to look at the handkerchief in her hand.

Zhao Shuqing fell ill again and asked a doctor to get medicine. The smell of medicine began to waft in the yard again.

On the second day after Zhao Shuqing fell ill, Mrs. Zhao pretended to be concerned and asked Zhao Wangshu, "Are you satisfied with the use of the two maids your aunt gave you?"

"It's agreeable. It's so agreeable. I'm short of good needlework people around me. Their needlework is really good." Zhao Wangshu stood up with a smile and saluted Mrs. Zhao, "Thank you, auntie."

After Douhua and Taozi had their incisions made, Zhao Wangshu arranged for them to make shoes. She wouldn't let them roam around in their spare time anyway.

"Just use it as you like." Mrs. Zhao said with a fake smile.

The maid gave it to her, and she could do whatever she wanted. Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao really couldn't say anything.

After the Xiayuan Festival, the girls' yards were filled with fire dragons. The cold wind blew outside and the house was as warm as spring.

The opera troupe from the south of the Yangtze River that Zhao Jiahua was talking about has been performing at the Jiqing Theater for five days, and the crowd is packed with people. Before the three of them can persuade Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao will take them out to listen to the opera.

The reason is: "Girls have worked hard at school and deserve a day off to be light and brisk."

Zhao Wangshu didn't quite believe this reason. When they met Princess Pingyang and her party in the theater, it proved that she was right.

The eldest princess Pingyang is the current half-sister and is quite favored by the saints. She came to the Yao family when she was twenty years old and has a son and two daughters.

Accompanying her to the theater today were her two sisters-in-law, her second daughter Yao Shanzhi and her four nieces.

"The old lady has met the eldest princess." Mrs. Zhao leaned forward and said.

Princess Pingyang smiled and offered support: "Old lady, don't be too polite."

Although the Emperor has not shown favor to the Zhao family, Mrs. Zhao is only a third-grade lady, and her rank is not as high as that of Princess Pingyang. However, Mrs. Zhao is the stepmother's biological mother and is older than her, so she can treat her with courtesy.

"I didn't expect to meet the eldest princess here." Mrs. Zhao smiled.

"The old lady is here to see the show, too, let's come together." Princess Pingyang cordially invited.

Mrs. Zhao came here just to "encounter" Princess Pingyang. She happily agreed to Princess Pingyang's invitation, "Then I won't bother Princess Pingyang."

After entering the private room, Princess Pingyang politely asked Yao Shanzhi and her nieces to come over and pay homage to Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao also asked the girls from the Zhao family to come and give gifts to the eldest princess Pingyang. Seeing the nine girls from the Zhao family wearing the same style with various red embroideries, the eldest princess Pingyang's eyes flashed.

For the Zhao family to select girls from the clan and take them to the mansion to raise them, all the governments in the city basically knew what the Zhao family was planning.

There are some who despise, there are those who envy, there are those who ignore, and there are those who are disdainful. However, there are no rumors in the market because of the fear of Empress Zhao in the palace.

"The old lady is really good at training people. Look at these girls. They are all so beautiful and beautiful, and they outshine this naughty girl in my family." Princess Pingyang said with a joking smile.

"The eldest princess is ridiculous. They are all country girls. They cannot reach the level of elegance and are not as good as the county master." Mrs. Zhao said modestly.

In the midst of the two people's hypocritical polite words, the girls all retreated to the seats next to them and sat down, and the drama on the stage began.

"The black rabbit has just shined on the horizon, the immortals are braying on the sea, the donkeys are braying, and the peach blossoms are blooming in an instant, just like the fairy flowers need to be swept away by idlers." What is being sung on the stage is "The Story of the Pillow", and this play tells the story of Lu Dongbindu The story of Lu becoming an immortal and causing him to experience glory and wealth in a blink of an eye.

But when Mrs. Zhao came to listen to this play, she felt a little ridiculed.

Halfway through the play, Zhao Jiahua pressed his stomach, his lips turned white, and he moaned softly, "Ouch, it hurts.

Zhao Wangshu asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know if I ate the wrong thing, but my stomach hurts so much, like a knife being twisted." Zhao Jiahua's voice trembled with pain.

"We had breakfast together, so we probably didn't eat the wrong thing. Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Zhao Jiahua nodded, "Can you stay with me?"

"Okay." Zhao Wangshu reached out to help her.

"Miss Shu, let the slave come." Feng Ling said hurriedly.

"Luzhi, please help me." Zhao Wangshu was afraid that she wouldn't be able to support Zhao Jiahua alone.

The two of them helped Zhao Jiahua up. Zhao Wangshu raised his legs and was about to follow, but Zhao Yuzhen stopped him, "Sister Shu, where are you going? What's wrong with Sister Hua?"

"Sister Hua is going to clean the house, I will accompany her." Zhao Wangshu paused, "Do you want to come together?"

"I won't go. You go back quickly." Zhao Yuzhen said.

Zhao Jiahua was in a hurry to go to the clean room, but he was still some distance away when he was stopped.

"The county master is inside, please wait a moment." the guard said.

The privileges of privileged people cannot be confronted with others, so Zhao Wangshu said casually: "Sister Hua, please sit down by the railing and wait a moment."

Zhao Jiahua said whether he wanted to cry or not: "Don't sit down, just stand."

Seeing her like this, Zhao Wangshu suddenly realized something. He leaned close to her and asked softly: "Isn't it because you sent me a letter?"

"I don't know, I just feel like something is coming out." Zhao Jiahua has never been to Yuexin and doesn't know much about it.

Zhao Wangshu frowned. Could it be that she had menarche? This is troublesome, "Have you prepared a menstrual belt?"

"At home." Zhao Jiahua's face was wrinkled into a bun. Who would carry that thing with them when they have nothing to do?

"Don't worry, it may not be the case." Zhao Wangshu felt lucky.

At this time, Yixing County Lord Yao Shanzhi came over and saw the four people, "What are you doing here?"

In a questioning tone, do you think they are people who follow the trend?

Zhao Wangshu leaned forward and said: "County Master, we are girls from the Zhao family. My sister has unbearable abdominal pain and came here to go to the clean room."

"We didn't know that the county lord was here. We bumped into the county lord, and we asked the county lord to treat it as a crime." Zhao Jiahua said with pain.

Seeing that her face was pale, Yao Shanzhi said, "Okay, if you want to go to the clean room, go quickly."

Zhao Jiahua glanced at Zhao Wangshu and wanted to say something, but there was a cramp in her abdomen, so she said, "Thank you, County Master."

He hurried to the clean room, and Feng Ling followed.

(End of this chapter)