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Chapter 138 Extraordinarily jealous
The gate of Zhongfengbo's mansion was already full of traffic and voices.

Although it is a small gathering of female relatives and young masters and ladies, each family has several carriages and maids, women, and servants, and there are dozens of them in total. It's all brains.

Despite this, the servants loyal to the uncle's mansion were very accommodating. As soon as Fanyin's carriage stopped, a woman immediately came forward to greet her, "Waiting for the arrival of the two ladies, and I will leave for Jingbo later." Hu, you two are going to drink tea in the backyard, or go to the garden to enjoy the cool, judging from the current time, we will leave in half an hour."

"It's the first time I'm here, please greet Mrs. Zhong Feng first, and I'll make a decision later, please trouble this mother." Fanyin looked at Zhao Yue'e, but she didn't have any ideas, "Mother and brother said that I will follow you."

Zhao Jing knew that he couldn't stare at Sanskrit, so he had to put his sister as a tail...

Fanyin nodded, Caiyun helped Fanyin get out of the car, Zhao Yue'e was accompanied by a mother surnamed Huang, Mama Wang and Mama Huang led the way in front, and they entered the gate of Uncle Zhongfeng's mansion through the side door.

There were quite a few people waiting for Mrs. Zhong Feng to meet. Mama Wang handed the post back to the welcoming woman. Fan Yin and Zhao Yue'e sat on the small chairs in the corridor and waited.

The maid brought tea and snacks, Sanskrit handed them to Zhao Yue'e, and she waited patiently.

Looking at the bustling crowds around them are also waiting with refreshments, presumably there are only a few people who can get to meet after handing over the post. After all, it is because of the intention to be polite. As for whether Mrs. Zhong Feng will meet her, it is not my own business. .

Zhao Yue'e seemed to know quite a few families. She was timid, but she also secretly pointed out to Sanskrit who the families were from.

Sanskrit listened to it with his ears, and remembered it in his heart, even if he didn't go up to try to make friends, he at least knew where he came from.

The two were talking in a low voice, and the sound of sobbing and greetings came from outside the door. Caiyun stepped forward and tiptoed to watch, then hurried back and told Sanskrit, "Miss, why do you seem to see that young lady from the Wen family?"

Wen Xiyun?
Fanyin was also surprised, she had forgotten about this person, but seeing her on such occasions, Fanyin didn't think it was a good thing, it seems that today she can only keep a low profile as much as possible and try not to meet Wen Xiyun.

She dislikes this woman from the bottom of her heart.

Zhao Yue'e also knew Wen Xiyun, pointing to that convenience, she said: "This person is the elder sister of the official family member Wai Lang's family, she is very beautiful, and many people admire her."

"Aren't you ashamed to talk about such things at the age of 12?" Sanskrit teased her, and Zhao Yue'e's face flushed, "I also heard from my brother that I don't know her well."

"Your brother? Zhao Jing?" Fanyin expressed surprise that Zhao Jing would be interested in Wen Xiyun. She had met Zhao Jing a few times, and she felt that Zhao Jing was a very sensible person...

Zhao Yuee shook her head, "No, it's my elder brother."

"Who is the wife who is traveling with Wen Xiyun? Her mother?" Fanyin didn't think that the wife of the official staff member Wailang could have such a big show.

Zhao Yuee scratched her head, "I don't know about that either."

The servants handed over the post, and Wen Xiyun accompanied the lady to the waiting place. Everyone who was seated got up to say hello, Fanyin and Zhao Yue'e also had to stand up.

Wen Xiyun still had that arrogant look, and the smile on the corner of her mouth still showed the arrogance in her bones.

Fanyin didn't know where her arrogance came from. Incompetent pride is an embroidered pillow. Wen Xiyunding can be regarded as an embroidered and beautiful pillow, but the stomach is still a straw pillow.

Fanyin's slander in her heart did not show on her face, she also waited for Wen Xiyun and the lady to walk over and sat down.

After all, her identities are different, if she sat where she was and couldn't get up, it would be rude, after all, she came here to serve Mrs. Uncle, not for "pillows".

Wen Xiyun stared ahead, and glanced at the people on both sides from the corner of her eye. When she saw someone she knew well, she stopped to exchange greetings, and then continued on her way.

"You girl still don't know how to restrain yourself. When you meet Mrs. Zhong Feng later, you have to know the rules, you know?"

"Don't worry, aunt. How can I be such a closed-eyed person? Wouldn't that embarrass my aunt?" Wen Xiyun smiled extraordinarily flatteringly, and Wen Xiyun's aunt, Song Shi, could only smile and nod.

Wen's family has always followed Yuwenhou's lineage, but Song's husband's family is a neutral faction, and she was able to get the invitation from Mrs. Uncle Loyalty because of her husband's face, but who would have thought that her niece happened to be a guest at her house, and she heard that There are things like this to follow.

In fact, the Song family was very concerned about being too deeply involved with the Wen family.

Because Yuwenhou and Zhongfengbo are also two opposing factions, wouldn't she bring Wen Xiyun here to show that she is more inclined to Yuwenhou's side?But after thinking about it again, Wen Xiyun is just a girl, if Mrs. Zhong Feng couldn't even tolerate her, then her mind was too narrow and she didn't have a deep friendship.

Wen Xiyun doesn't know Song's inner thoughts, she just likes to attend various gatherings in order to make more people, increase her exposure and topics...

Just as they were talking, Wen Xiyun saw the person on the left from the corner of his eye, and immediately stopped and retreated. Mrs. Song was also startled by her niece's sudden stop, "What's wrong?"

"Yang Huailiu?" Wen Xiyun looked at the people beside him, trying to identify them.

Although she is taller and her figure has a girlish curve, she has changed a lot from Yang Huailiu a few years ago, but those big smart eyes are still fresh in Wen Xiyun's memory, especially her appearance is more handsome, which makes Wen Xiyun My originally stable and peaceful heart became restless again.

Sanskrit was very helpless, she thought that Wen Xiyun would just accompany the lady to walk there, but who would have expected that she would go halfway over and still stand back, is she just so idle?

"Greetings to this madam, Miss Wen." Sanskrit saluted respectfully, and Zhao Yue'e followed suit. The Song family didn't know Yang Huailiu, but she knew Zhao Yue'e.

"This is Yue'e? I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are getting more and more beautiful." Song's greetings made Zhao Yue'e smile, she bowed her head in embarrassment and did not speak. She had completely forgotten who it was, how could she speak?
Seeing that Zhao Yue'e didn't answer, Song looked at Wen Xiyun's complex expression of disdain and disdain, "Xiyun, who is this lady?"

"Aunt, have you heard of the appointment of a new director in the Beijing Yamen? This young lady is Yang Huailiu, the daughter of the director." Wen Xiyun looked at the Sanskrit voice and added, "Speaking of the director, aunt I'm too busy to remember next day, but you should have heard people talk about this family living in a haunted house, right?"

Wen Xiyun's sarcasm is obvious, what else does the Song family not know?
Although she was surprised that the daughter of a little chief bookkeeper would come to Mrs. Zhongfeng's house, but all the visitors were guests, she still didn't want to make any enemies, "Yang Huailiu, that's a good name, Xiyun, let's go and sit aside." Well, I'm tired."

Wen Xiyun knew not to go too far at this time, so he could only take Song's arm and walk forward.

Yu Guang's provocative mockery is self-evident, Sanskrit is thinking about what words to use to describe her, Zhao Yue'e suddenly said from the side: "Oh, I remembered, this lady is Mrs. Hubu Shilang, I also saw Once, I just forgot."

Tobe servant?The official wife of the third grade, no wonder Wen Xiyun fawns on her like a dog.

Sanskrit cursed in his heart, Zhao Yue'e's gossip soul was burning, "Sister Huailiu, how do you know her? She seems to be very bad to you..."

"Fang Jingzhi, have you heard of it?" Fanyin didn't hide his past entanglements, Zhao Yue'e nodded repeatedly, "My second brother's friend."

"She is Fang Jingzhi's cousin. The last time I saw her was three years ago. I was only 11 years old at the time. Let it go?" Fanyin's words also revealed a bit of complaint.

Zhao Yuee snickered, "Sister Huailiu, your mouth is really poisonous."

"I'm telling the truth." Fanyin was helpless, Zhao Yue'e nodded, "She...is quite unlikable."

Sanskrit looked at Zhao Yuee, the two reached a consensus again, smiled at each other, and simply forgot about Wen Xiyun, not mentioning it at all.

Song Shi and Wen Xiyun had already sat aside, and Fanyin and Zhao Yue'e were unwilling.

"Xiyun, what you just said is really hurtful. Regardless of your status, you have to remember that this is the residence of Uncle Zhongfeng." Mrs. Song was slightly dissatisfied with Wen Xiyun's words and deeds just now, so Wen Xiyun quickly stood up and apologized, "Aunt, she is a small official How could the young girl come into Uncle Zhongfeng’s mansion? She must have sneaked in with the little girl next to her? Thinking of such a place to raise her status, she didn’t even look in the mirror.”

Song looked at her complainingly, but it was really strange to see her in Uncle Zhongfeng's mansion.

Or maybe what Wen Xiyun said is also reasonable, but Song Shi still said: "If you have a chance to see Mrs. Zhong Feng later, don't make a fool of yourself, understand?"

"My niece understands, can we see you later?" Wen Xiyun is not that interested in Mrs. Zhongfeng, she just likes the envious eyes of the female relatives around when the mother-in-law comes to report "please see me, madam".

What's more, Zhongfeng Bo is different from other princes and nobles. Most of those people only have a name and position, and spend their days with idle money. It will be extremely precious.

It is also a great honor to be invited by my wife alone among all the female relatives.

My aunt is the wife of a third-rank official at any rate, so Madam Zhong Feng must look up to her a little bit, and she took advantage of it.

Wen Xiyun thought happily in her heart, and saw a dignified mother walking from the main hall. It was obvious that this was Mrs. Zhong Feng, or some lady was invited to go over and talk alone.

Is it time to come over?
Wen Xiyun's eyes were fixed on it, and Song Shi also breathed out twice, thinking that it was coming towards him.

Unexpectedly, this mother kept walking forward, walked in front of Sanskrit and said, "This is Miss Yang Huailiu Yang? Our wife invites you in for tea, and I hope you will appreciate it."

While Sanskrit was astonished, Wen Xiyun's mouth was bleeding from his mouth, his eyes fixed on Sanskrit, and he said in his heart: This stinky girl, I hate her to death!

(End of this chapter)