Little lucky girl from the peasant family: Queen Splendid

Chapter 453
Ding Wei saw it warmly, and took a hairpin of Xirui orchid and stuck it behind her head. Finally, she put the box on the Kang table, greeted the maids, the white lady and Mrs. Zhao, and said with a smile, "I left in a hurry at the beginning. , you didn’t bring any delicates. These jewelry are all sent from Beijing, which is not bad. You each choose a set to wear, don’t put your hair on your hands, people will think that I treat you harshly.”

It was rare for everyone to hear the master's joke, and when they were about to answer the conversation, they suddenly saw all these jewelry, and they all became happy, chattering and parting ways.

But there is no woman who does not like jewelry.These days, everyone was wearing a set of jewelry when they came out of the capital. When facing the enemy on Forsythia Road, they loosened their hair and lost their hairpins, so they cut a wooden stick to hold their hair.Seeing all kinds of hairpins, hairpins, and pearl flowers now, it's like a beggar's eyes are shining when he sees the silver hairpin.

"Ah, I want this butterfly hairpin! And the treasure gourd pendant!"

"This twisted silk bracelet is so good, I'll try it!"

The wind and rain were blowing outside the house, but the house was warm and happy. After more than two months of fleeing and fleeing, everyone finally found a rare peaceful place again.In fact, it's not coveting hairpin jewelry, it's nothing more than loving such happy moments.

Not to mention how to spend the rainy season in Taoyuan, but to say that the early summer in Kyoto is much more rainy than in previous years.The corn seedlings that had just popped up in the fields wanted to open their eyes happily and open their arms to embrace midsummer, but they were a little wilted by the rainwater after mouthful, and each curled up their arms to cover their heads and faces...

The streets of Kyoto have been washed by rainwater again and again, and they are much cleaner than in previous years.But those veterans who were in charge of cleaning were much easier, while the hawkers who set up stalls selling some groceries scolded their mothers every day, wishing God why they were so sad, and cried endlessly.

In the teahouse, wealthy and idle people teased the thrush in the birdcage, drank tea, and occasionally discussed a few words, "I heard that the DPRK and China are arguing over who will be sent to renovate the Weishui River and the canal?"

"Yeah, this is a fat job, 10 taels of silver, there will always be 6 to [-] taels that fall into his own pocket, and those court officials are still fighting for it."

The people next to him also agreed, but in the end they sighed.

As for why he sighed, no one asked, but everyone knew it clearly.Last year, the drought and locust plagues struck together, but Donghao didn't do anything.Only two state capitals were affected by the disaster. In the end, the queen empress took the lead in donating food and materials. On the contrary, the lives of the people in the two states were much better than in previous years.

Now, the decisive and invincible emperor is gone, and the benevolent and wise empress is also gone. This year, floods are about to happen, who do the people of Donghao count on.I'm afraid that counting on old Amano's kindness is more reliable than the king's court occupied by the six great families.

In the corner of the teahouse, a young gentleman in a thin brocade shirt and a golden crown on his head, and the steward in a green cap stood up, threw a dime of silver, and walked out slowly.

The summer wind that sneaked in from the door blew the corners of the young man's clothes, revealing his snow-white underclothes. The sun, who rarely showed his face, generously cast a few beams of sunshine between his brows, causing trouble for the tea drinkers. They exclaimed, "What a Mr. Pianpianjia!"

But when the little steward in blue walked by, he gave everyone a few hard stares.

Everyone was stared at inexplicably, and they didn't understand how they offended this little steward.

However, who would care about a small steward.Soon, everyone was attracted by the beauty of Patriarch Linghu's newly married ninth concubine...

Qin Rui walked slowly on the street, listening to the yelling of the hawkers, the young guys in the restaurant greeted the diners with a smile, and even the shopkeeper of the old dim sum shop proudly said that he was the number one dim sum shop in Kyoto.

It seems that everything is the same as before, but there is always something different...

Qin Quan saw that the master stared at the old dim sum shop in a daze, and thought that the master was going in to buy two catties, so he persuaded, "Master, if you want to eat dim sum, go back and let the imperial dining room prepare it. The things outside are not clean , besides, the dim sum in this family has been eaten by the slave, and it is hard and unpalatable."

Before Qin Rui could respond, a young man next to him who had picked up firewood stopped to rest, and said in a low voice, "This steward is right, I'll buy it for my old lady too, and my old lady thinks it's teething Well. Ding’s family did a good job before, my mother has bad teeth and can eat several cakes, but now... hey!"

As the man said, he was also alert that the misfortune came from his mouth, so he smiled awkwardly, picked up the firewood and hurried away.

Qin Quan watched his master's face darken again, secretly gave himself two slaps, what's wrong with mentioning it, why did he bring up the Ding family again?
The happier the days in Ding's house and the more involved with that woman, the more melancholy the master is now.The master who was laughing and cursing at first, and smiling with Dan Feng's eyes, which attracted many women's hearts, changed into this melancholy appearance at some point.He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.Because he also misses, misses the laughter in the Ding family compound, misses the hot food, misses the pretty figure of the woman playing football with her child...

Both the master and the servant were lost in thought on the street like this. A few dark clouds floated in the sky at some point, and they quickly condensed in one place, and then there were raindrops and thunderbolts.

On the street, no matter pedestrians, hawkers, or shops, they have long been used to this, and they have long been prepared.

Pedestrians quickly pulled out oiled paper umbrellas, vendors hid under the eaves as soon as they moved their stalls, and shops closed half of their doors, no matter how naughty the heavy rain was, they couldn't get a little water.But Qin Rui's master and servant are a bit tragic, they have no protection, and they are still standing on the street stupidly...

"Master, hurry up and hide."

Qin Quan wanted to find a place to hide from his master, but Qin Rui smiled wryly while shaking his drenched clothes, "The left and right sides are soaked, why are you hiding, let's go, go back to the palace!"

Qin Quan raised his hand to cover his eyes, looked up at the gloomy sky and didn't plan to clear it immediately, so he became a little impatient.Even if the summer rain is not as cold as the autumn rain, it cannot be used for bathing.

He looked around anxiously, but there was nowhere to go, so a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he comforted him, "Master, Qinglong Street is not far away from this street, why don't we go back to Marquis Wu's Mansion?"

"Marquis Wu's Mansion?" Qin Rui frowned slightly, and there was a trace of hesitation in Danfeng's eyes.In fact, there are not so many government affairs in the palace. He should have returned to Wuhou Mansion long ago, but...

"Let's go, master, it's raining too much, you'll get wind and cold after a long time."

Qin Quan also knew what the master was hesitating about, but for so many years, both master and servant struggled to find their roots. Now that they have found it, how can they be so flabbergasted?
The two master and servant walked to the street, turned right and walked for a short while to the wide and solemn Qinglong Street. The two roaring lions in front of the Wuhou Mansion were extremely ferocious.The two dismounting stones not far from the lion are extremely smooth. I don’t know how many generations of masters sent them to the battle. They got on the horse, the armor was shining, and the flag was flying...

The master and servant stood in front of the door, feeling a little dazed for a moment...

Lao Jing held a wine jug in his hand, guarded in the small side door, looked at the sky, took a sip of wine, and occasionally laughed twice when he didn't know what he thought of.Occasionally, he turned his head and saw a handsome young man standing in front of the door. He was stunned for a long time, then threw the flagon in his hand, and spread it over like crazy, "Young master, but the young master is back !"

Three steps away, he knelt down and rushed forward, hugging Qin Rui's legs with both hands, crying bitterly, "Master, where have you been? Why didn't you take Lao Jing with you? We all miss you, Young master, where did the madam and the young master go? The old slave is guilty, I don’t know that Lao Wu is an ungrateful old jackal, who harmed the young master..."

The old man cried hoarsely, his tears soaked through Qin Rui's long gown that had been wet by the rain, making him shiver in the cold.

Is it still not enough? No matter how pure the blood is, it can't withstand 20 years of sharing joys and sorrows, but it can't withstand 20 years of trivial things...

Qin Quan originally thought that Lao Jing was here to welcome the real master, how could he have thought that he had misunderstood the wrong master because of his drunken eyes?
"Jing Bo, this is our young master, it's..." He wanted to explain, that his master was the real heir of the Wuhou Mansion, the direct bloodline of the Gongzhi family.But these words were choked in his throat, and he couldn't get them out.Who is to blame for this matter, who is to hate!
Xu Shi heard the movement, and soon two and a half boys ran out. Seeing this, the two were stunned, then turned back and ran back.

After a while, two vermilion doors inlaid with brass rivets creaked open.

Both sides of the door were full of young and old, all of them looked out of the door secretly with regret and complex expressions.

A man in his forties quickly stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and said dryly, "Welcome to the emperor!"

Qin Quan finally came across the steps, and before his master could speak, he quickly pointed to Lao Jing and said, "Pull Jing Bo down quickly!"

Everyone in the door was afraid that Lao Jing would be punished, so they ran out three or four at a time, and tossed Lao Jing into the side door.Lao Jing didn't know why the crowd stopped him from talking to his master. He struggled to get off the ground and shouted, "Let me talk to the young master, I want to go to war with the young master! Wherever the young master goes, I will go! Young master, young master, take me with you!" Old well!"

Everyone felt sad when they heard it, and each lowered their heads not knowing what to say.The inside and outside of the mansion were so quiet that only the sound of rain remained, which made people's hearts even colder.It was as if the young master had feigned death and left Beijing before, when the Marquis Wu Mansion lost its master, it was not as lonely as it is now.Although the master has changed, the master is still the emperor, but everyone can no longer hold their heads up, and no longer have the anger of the past.Is it because the hostess who likes to add food to everyone is no longer coming back?Could it be because the little master can no longer run around the house?Is it because no one is wearing armor anymore, striding out, and going out in command?

"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily, why don't you come into the mansion and have a seat?"

The middle-aged man bent over, becoming more respectful and distant.

Qin Rui sighed a long time in his heart, looked up at the ebony-backed plaque on the lintel, and golden lacquer writing, then strode across the threshold, and finally entered the place where he was born, the source of his blood

(End of this chapter)