The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 11 Discussion (1)
Zhao Jing stopped and took a look at the main courtyard. In the pergola outside, all the Sizhu gentlemen were there.Needless to say, those monks and Taoists, who received money to do a few religious ceremonies a day, would not do it more than once, but these people didn't move at all, which is a bit outrageous.

Seeing that Zhao Jing's face darkened, the woman hurriedly said: "A few days ago, the women and maids were all tired. As soon as the girl left yesterday, the old lady told them to go back and rest for a day. I'm afraid they haven't done it yet. get up."

After Zhao Jing heard this, she was really angry, and she was not angry.She was tired these days, and when she returned to the palace, besides answering the queen mother, she also had to serve the emperor.Mrs. Xu is a generous person, she made everyone rest with just one sentence, and she just did it for herself a few days ago.

However, Zhao Jing also discovered from the observations of the past few days that Mrs. Xu did not seem to be very satisfied with this daughter-in-law.Although she personally went to the palace to invite the imperial physician, but after her death, the old lady did not express any great sadness, she was still the same as before, she should eat, drink, and sleep, she just greeted Mrs. Hou's natal family a few days earlier When I was with relatives and friends, I showed up a few times.But Zhao Jing was present at those times, and the old lady didn't express any heartache in front of their natal family, so the affection between them can be seen.

"The old lady is really a caring master." Zhao Jing said lightly, and simply did not go back to the meeting hall directly, and went to the mourning hall instead.

At this time, a sharp-eyed woman saw Zhao Jing and secretly winked there. When Zhao Jing reached the second door, she could vaguely hear the sound of gongs, drums and suona from inside.Zhao Jing walked into the mourning hall without squinting. There were five or six women kneeling in the mourning hall with white flags floating. Their eyes were also very clear, and they didn't look like they had cried.

Kneeling a slender figure directly in front of the coffin, with his head lowered, seemed to be sobbing silently.Zhao Jing thought about it, probably it was Sun Yu'e, the adopted daughter of Marquis Wu'an, and now she is the only one, she can be regarded as the closest person under Mrs. Marquis Wu'an's knees.When she came closer to look, she found that it was not Sun Yu'e, but Xu Xian who was twisting her handkerchief with her head lowered, her eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts from crying.

She heard the suona sound outside, thought that a foreigner was coming, and when she was about to turn around and kowtow to salute, she saw Zhao Jing.

"Aunt Jing." Xu Xian is already 13 years old. A modern girl has already grown and developed at the age of 13, and she is already a big girl, but Xu Xian is thin and has not grown up at all. No menarche yet.

"You don't need to be too polite, just kneel." Everyone in the mourning hall was kneeling, and Zhao Jing felt strange standing alone. Fortunately, a little maid brought up a futon, so she dragged Xu Xian to kneel in a corner Here, it is also a foot away from those women and maids.

"Why are you alone, big girl?"

"My sister said her knee hurts, so I'll come here later today." Xu Xian lowered her head, her gentle face was still stained with tears, which made people feel a little distressed.

Zhao Jing became a little curious, and asked her: "Are you familiar with your second aunt? She died, and you are so sad?"

Xu Xian thought for a while, and finally shook her head, as if she was still thinking about Mrs. Wu'an Hou in her mind.To say that she is familiar with her is really not familiar, but every once in a while, she can always receive some things from Mrs. Wu'anhou. Most of these things Xu Xian has never seen before, and they are so rare that they secretly hide them. But it will still be turned out by Sun Yu'e.

She was really born badly, even the most lowly people in the house knew that she was the child of a dead uncle and a prostitute.

"I... miss my second uncle." Xu Xian lowered her head, a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks, sobbing and said: "When my second uncle was here, no one bullied me. It's a pity that my second aunt died. Uncle can’t come back, Second Uncle must be very sad too.”

Xu Xian raised her head and glanced at Zhao Jing with tears in her eyes, but it was as if Zhao Jing had been stabbed in the heart.It stands to reason that she was ordered to go out of the palace to handle the funeral for Marquis Wu'an, so she shouldn't be in charge of their family's housework, but who made her tumbling in the palace for ten years, her heart has not yet completely numb.

"You, go to Linglong Court, call the eldest girl, and say that the guests have arrived, and it is not proper to have no relatives here." Zhao Jing raised her chin slightly, and said to a woman who was kneeling far away.

The old woman's face suddenly looked a bit distressed, but when she thought that Zhao Jing was sent by the palace, the old lady would sell her some face, how could she dare to reject it as a servant, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and leave. went.

(End of this chapter)