Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 80 Bamboo Bridge

Zhong held the pottery cup firmly, his eyes were slightly closed, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

A gust of north wind blows over the small bridge and flowing water of Xihuaju, from the corner of the eaves all the way to the curved corridor. , All the way to the dim room in Xici.

"Change and go to Dehui Hall." Zhong put down the tea cup and said calmly, and glanced in the direction of the west wing.

The matter of Mr. Qingsi is easier to talk about now.

It is true that the He family is better than the Xiao family, and if the Qin family can cling to it, it may not be without benefits.

However, between the Qin family and the He family, the Zuo family always stands in the way.

Zuo Sikuang received credit from his boss, and Qin Shifang invited favors to his husband's family. What can the Qin family get?Except for the large sum of money wasted in vain, maybe he can get the name of "a lot of money can be deceived".

Mrs. Zhong stepped across the bamboo bridge slowly, her brows and eyes slightly closed, as calm and leisurely as ever.

A few clumps of peonies were planted beside the bamboo bridge. At this time, there is no such beauty as when the flowers were in full bloom. The branches and leaves are haggard and the flowers are sad, like a beautiful woman with a sick face, which only arouses a little melancholy.

Zhong couldn't walk a few steps before stopping.

Qin Yanli was wrapped in thick sackcloth and brought a maidservant in a white dress and black skirt. She was standing on the edge of the bamboo bridge, as if looking at flowers or water, her eyes were gazing, she had the charm of a lotus in clear water.

"Why did you come out? You haven't recovered from the cold, you should go back to the house to rest." Zhong's soft voice was like a spring breeze, sweeping away the desolation and coldness in the courtyard.

"Ali has seen her mother." Qin Yanli seemed to be slightly taken aback, and hurried forward to salute, and coughed when she got up.

"I just said you're not well yet." Mrs. Zhong annoyed softly, and then ordered to both sides: "Help Sanniang steady, don't tell her to slip into the pool."

The delicate exhortations, if you don't look at the coldness passing by her eyes and just listen to the voice, it is the most gentle exhortation from a loving mother to love her daughter.

Qin Yanli's slightly lowered eyebrows froze, and before he could speak, there were people around him, but they were two extremely strong servants, and they went up with all four hands, holding her firmly , took her away from the water with ease.

"Tell me, Sanniang is not in good health, so don't go out of the house again, you should protect her tightly. If I see Sanniang standing in the air again, everyone will go and get fifty big boards by themselves." Zhong said every word. Honestly, with no serious expression on his face, Axu and Aliu took a small step back at the same time.

"Yes." There was an orderly and dull reply from Xihua Juli. Qin Yanli had already been wrapped into the west wing room, and then the curtain fell, the door was closed tightly, and even the windows were closed tightly.

Zhong continued to walk out with a calm expression.

Qin Shifang really found a good helper.

Just now, if Qin Yanli did something in front of Zhong Shi, it would really hold her back for a while.

However, this method is not necessarily wise, it is just a stopgap measure.

The Zhong family holds a lot of money from the Qin family, and the accounts of several kilns are all in her hands. Even if Mrs. Tai agrees to run an ethnology study with the He family, the money must come from Zhong's hands.

Zhong rubbed the rough hemp thread on the sleeve, feeling as cold as ice.

This time, she will never let go.

Counting her son also depends on whether she has the ability!
It is true that Zhong knows in his heart that Mrs. Tai puts the big tent in her hands, not because she has a high opinion of the Zhong family, let alone her Zhong family.

Mrs. Tai is still interested in Qin Yanzhao and Qin Yanzhi.

They are the sons of the Zhong family, and they are also the possible future patriarchs of the Qin family. Everything in the Qin family belongs to them. If the kiln is handed over to the Lin family, how will it be smooth when Qin Yanzhao or Qin Yan is directly the head of the family? Do you want to hold this large sum of money in your hands?

Zhong's is different.It is natural for the money to be transferred from the mother to her own son, and the Zhong family will not do anything to harm her son.

That's why she said that Qin Yanli's method was too stupid.

Can he stop Zhong Shi for a while, and drag her all the time?As long as she doesn't let go, how can the Qin family get the money to help the He family run family studies?

To run an ethnology school, it needs to be well-known and well-known. It is worth nearly ten thousand dollars. The Qin family is very rich, so it is necessary to think carefully about how much money comes in and out.

There was a chill on Zhong's gentle face, as if blown through by the cold wind.

Qin Shifang is such a virtuous woman, she can't keep up with her flattery, and she has no such opportunity.Still, she thought she was good enough to be a loving mother.

At least it is much more qualified than Qin Shifang, a hen that does not lay eggs.

There was a smile on Zhong's face again, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

However, when she knocked on the door of Dehui Hall, the coldness in her eyes disappeared, and her cut body was blowing with the wind, showing an indescribable elegance.

She slowly stepped onto the white cross road, with a graceful demeanor and a soft face, just like the misty and rainy courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River in Xihuaju, with tranquility in her gracefulness, she is indifferent to the world.

Under the curved corridor of Dehui Hall, servants were already lighting candles, and the soft yellow light dyed her face, making her look even softer.

"Why are you here at this time? What's the matter?" Mrs. Tai obviously didn't expect Zhong to come so fast, and when she asked her to sit down, there was still a bit of surprise in her eyes.

A group of people in the East courtyard had already left, but there was still a little heat left by the teacups that hadn't been cleaned up in time.

Zhong took her seat gracefully, and looked at Mrs. Tai's expression without any trace.

Mrs. Tai looked a little tired, and she was stroking her forehead with her hand at this time. Zhou Yu who was on the side came forward, and thoughtfully changed the position of the hidden pouch to make Mrs. Tai lean more comfortably, and then quietly withdrew Outside, close the door and lower the heavy curtain.

The twilight was getting thicker, the curtain was hanging quietly, and there was no wind.

Zhou Yu stood on the porch, watching the sky outside the high wall for a while, with a slightly gloomy expression.

It's about to snow.

Such weather will always make people feel extremely depressed.

Her gaze swept over the main room indifferently.The tightly closed door curtain is like a quiet lake, without waves and waves, covering all sounds and sights.

She flicked the hem of her skirt, turned her head and went to the ear room.

The door of the ear room was half-closed, but the door curtain was tightly closed and did not move.

Zhou Yu pushed the door open and entered, only to see her grandson A Cheng sitting obediently on a small couch in the ear room with his hands on his knees, straightening his neck and looking in this direction, when she saw her enter the room, he immediately went to see her. He lowered his voice and asked, "Grandma, what's going on?"

Zhou Yu's footsteps paused slightly, she gave him a dissatisfied look, and lightly reprimanded: "I told you not to be troublesome, but you didn't listen."

A Cheng shrunk his neck, bowed his head and said in a low voice: "I want to repay my kindness. I survived, and it's all six..."

"Speak softly!" Zhou Yu immediately stopped him, and went to the curtain to look out.

Outside the curtain is an empty courtyard, no one is seen in the twilight, only the lanterns under the porch emit a twilight, blending in with the twilight.

(End of this chapter)