The rebirth of the first daughter and the scumbag

Chapter 159
Grand Madam Zhuang's Ronghua Courtyard is in the southern part of the Yongyi Mansion, and it is the place with the best scenery. It seems that the old Madam Zhuang has withdrawn from the position of the head of the Yongyi Mansion, but looking at the courtyard of the old Madam Zhuang From the decorations and the crowds coming and going, one can know that this Ronghuayuan is actually the center of the entire Yongyibo Mansion.

Zhuang Jingyi walked all the way, the more she walked, the more uncertain she felt, and the more she walked, the more anxious she became. Although the maids and servants did not speak along the way, Zhuang Jingyi knew that these people were watching her quietly.

Under these gazes, Zhuang Jingyi suddenly broke the jar, she was like this, could she still eat herself? !
Thinking of it this way, I let go of the obstacles in my heart, and suddenly felt a sense of relaxation all over my body, and my tense mood also eased. Although I still lowered my head, there was no anxiety in my eyes.

"Girl, the Ronghuayuan is here, please wait a moment, girl, let the slaves go to report to the old lady." Zijuan stopped in front, turned to Zhuang Jingyi and said respectfully.

"Sister, please." Zhuang Jingyi said with a smile.

Hearing Zhuang Jingyi's relaxed tone, Zijuan was taken aback for a moment, then gave Zhuang Jingyi a strange look, and then turned and entered the Ronghuayuan.

"Girl~" Qiuxiang was still very anxious. Seeing Zijuan's figure disappearing into the gate with no one around, she secretly moved a few steps closer to Zhuang Jingyi, "Do you think the old lady will..."

Zhuang Jingyi shook her head and interrupted Qiuxiang's words: "I don't know, at most it's just scolding, and it's not painful. What are you worried about? Your girl will take care of everything."

Qiuxiang looked at Zhuang Jingyi in surprise, and shrugged her shoulders: "Girl, you look so strange now."

"Very bachelor, isn't it?" Zhuang Jingyi turned her head and glanced at Qiuxiang, "I only understand that sentence now."

"What?" Qiuxiang immediately became curious.

"There is nothing to be afraid of in this world, the most fear is having nothing to ask for. As long as you ask for nothing, others can't do anything to you." Zhuang Jingyi said lightly.

"Could it be that you have nothing to ask for, girl?" Qiuxiang's eyes became more suspicious, and she looked at Zhuang Jingyi in surprise, "Young lady is only a teenager this year, and she has already seen through the world?" Qiuxiang asked uncertainly, "Is it so?" If you are not a girl, you plan to become a monk?"

"I haven't seen through the world, I just want to understand." Zhuang Jingyi's mouth hooked up, showing a bright smile, "This world is so beautiful, how can I be willing to go home? What a silly girl."

"It's good if the girl doesn't know how to become a monk. I don't want to go to a nunnery. Every day, the clear soup is bland, and there is not even a trace of oil. Those days, the servants can't live a day." Qiu Xiang wrote. She curled her lips to show her disdain for nunnery life.

"Girl, the old lady invites you in." Zijuan came out and looked at the two masters and servants who were chatting happily, with even more doubts in their eyes.

Qiuxiang held the box and smiled at Zijuan in a fawning manner: "Sister Zijuan, am I..."

"The old lady asked you to follow in." Zijuan showed a faint smile on his face.

"I..., go too?" Qiuxiang's heart suddenly rose again.

"Yes." Zijuan responded, then turned to Zhuang Jingyi and said, "Please follow me, girl."

Mrs. Zhuang is in the green gauze cabinet in the main room, kneeling on the futon, flipping through the scriptures with one hand, and rolling out Buddhist beads with the other hand. Sandalwood is wafting in the green gauze cabinet, and the smell of Buddha's incense fills every corner .

Zijuan raised the curtain and reported back inside: "Madam, the girl is here."

"Let them in." Mrs. Zhuang paused for a while while she was rolling out the beads, but she didn't even lift her slightly drooping eyelids.

Zhuang Jingyi lowered her head, walked into the green yarn cabinet, stood respectfully by the door, and saluted: "Grandmother."

"Hello, old lady." Qiu Xiang followed Zhuang Jingyi and saluted.

"En." Mrs. Zhuang replied vaguely, but did not express anything, still immersed herself in the Buddhist music.

Zhuang Jingyi lowered her head and secretly looked at the furnishings in the house. Although she is not a connoisseur of antiques, she still knows the good and the bad. The furnishings here are not very luxurious, but it can be seen that every piece of decoration is Boutique, the so-called low-key luxury, has been embodied in the house of Mrs. Zhuang.

The old lady Zhuang did not speak, so naturally Zhuang Jingyi and Qiu Xiang could not speak either. Apart from the murmur of Zhuang old lady chanting scriptures, there was no other sound in the room. At this moment, Bishagui fell into a strange silence middle.

I don't know how long Mrs. Zhuang has been reciting. Just when Zhuang Jingyi felt that her legs were sinking like lead, and the hands on both sides of her body gradually began to stiffen, Mrs. Zhuang Taijun finally turned the scripture in front of him to the last page, and the murmurs in his mouth finally ended.

Zhuang Jingyi quietly moved her body so that she would not become stiff from standing for too long, but she heard Mrs. Zhuang cough lightly, and her feet, which were about to move, froze suddenly. He stood there obediently, not daring to move an inch.

Mrs. Zhuang, as if nothing had happened just now, straightened her waist, bowed three times to the Buddha Xiang Jishou in front of her, took the incense handed over by Ziyi, and respectfully inserted it on the incense burner in front of the desk, and then let Ziyi helped herself to get up, as if she just saw Zhuang Jingyi, she was stunned for a moment: "Here you come? Sit down, here with me, don't be restrained."

Zhuang Jingyi almost vomited blood when she heard it, did the old lady really not know that she had come a long time ago, or did she know but pretended not to know? !If it's the latter, with this look and natural attitude, it's comparable to an Oscar queen!
Although he was slandering in his heart, he couldn't show the slightest bit on his face. Since Mrs. Zhuang had just discovered them, the salute just now was naturally not counted, and she had to salute again.

Zhuang Jingyi bowed her knees and saluted, but her two feet were somehow disobedient. As soon as she lifted one foot, the other foot trembled for some reason, her body wobbled, and she threw herself on the ground.

Zijuan hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "Girl, be careful."

"Thank you." Zhuang Jingyi took a deep breath in Zicuckoo's arms, took the opportunity to move her feet secretly, and then tried her best to stand still, and saluted the old lady Zhuang: "Grandmother. As soon as the words were finished, there was a sound of "Plop", "Ouch!" Zhuang Jingyi heard an exclamation, and Zhuang Jingyi took a closer look. Qiuxiang was lying on the ground, and the things in her hands were scattered by a step.

Zhuang Jingyi raised her head and glanced at Ziyi who was standing motionless on the side, walked over, bent down to help Qiuxiang, gently patted the invisible dust on her dress, and asked with a smile: "But it hurts to fall?" gone?"

Qiuxiang was already terrified. Just now, she lost her composure in front of her master. If she said it to Dali, it would be light to beat her to death with a stick!
Breaking free from Zhuang Jingyi's hand, she knelt on the ground with a "plop", kowtowed three times to Old Madam Zhuang: "Madam, please forgive me, servant girl, servant girl didn't do it on purpose."

Zhuang Jingyi was taken aback by Qiuxiang's reaction, bent down and reached out to help Qiuxiang again, but Qiuxiang avoided it in horror.

Mrs. Zhuang, who had been quietly watching Zhuang Jingyi and Qiuxiang, turned around gracefully, and sat down on the first seat. The little maid came over with a cup of tea, and Mrs. Zhuang reached out to take it, and then said calmly: "Get up!" , I hate kowtowing and begging for mercy the most if I don’t understand.”

When Zhuang Jingyi heard Mrs. Zhuang's words, she hurriedly bent down to help Qiuxiang again: "Qiuxiang, get up, grandma doesn't blame you anymore."

"A master must look like a master." Mrs. Zhuang suddenly said, "There is no distinction between master and servant, but it is a big taboo."

Zhuang Jingyi's outstretched hand froze suddenly.

"Sister Yi, sit next to me." Mrs. Zhuang's voice was still calm, but with an irreversible order.

"I..." Zhuang Jingyi hesitated for a moment, and looked up at Mrs. Zhuang, but she saw that Mrs. Zhuang's face was as calm as a lake in spring, without the slightest wave.

"Girl, please sit down." Zijuan moved a chair, put it on the lower left hand of Mrs. Zhuang, and spoke again.

"I..." Zhuang Jingyi looked at Qiuxiang, then at Mrs. Zhuang, and finally gave up on pleading and walked over to sit down.

"Your name is Qiuxiang, isn't it?" Mrs. Zhuang's voice was still calm and unwavering, she looked down at Qiuxiang.

(End of this chapter)