vstars Chapter 845: No need to submit twice, walk through the gate twice
Chapter 845: No need to submit twice, walk through the gate twice
The old lady turned around and patted Jin Jie'er, then hugged Mingzhu and let the two children lean on her arms: "You are all good children, you must be obedient and be good, don't learn A Yao's temper." Her voice softened, and her fingers gently combed the hair of her two granddaughters.
Jin Jie'er turned her head with certainty, her lips pouted: "We are not like her. None of the children in Qingshan Villa look like her. Grandma, please don't blame my aunt." She hurriedly defended her aunt, as if she was afraid that her grandmother would misunderstand her.
"That's right," Mingzhu also echoed, clenching her little fists, "Grandma just said that a grain of rice can raise a hundred kinds of people, and she is the one who grew crooked." After saying this, she nodded heavily to show that what she said was absolutely correct.
"How can grandma blame your aunt?" The old lady was amused by the two children, and a few fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes. "I can't thank you enough! And you, you have received the kindness of your aunt, so you must be filial to her when you grow up, otherwise you can forget about getting any dowry from the Jing family."
The old lady became a little excited when she said this, and became serious, her eyes sweeping across the faces of her granddaughters.
"Don't worry, grandma. We are not ungrateful..." Sister Jin wanted to say "Sister Yao", but Jing Chunxi gently pulled her sleeve and stopped her in time. Jing Chunxi shook his head at her, signaling her not to continue.
"Mom has me and my brother to be filial to! Don't try to snatch her away!" Jing Chunxi changed the subject at the right time, her eyes smiling into crescents, "You are welcome to visit." She winked at Jin Jie'er, who immediately understood and smiled too.
"That's easy, I can just go into both houses at once." Jin Jie'er blinked and counted on her fingers, "But if I want to go and see my aunt and uncle, it seems that going in through the side door of the Rong Enbo Mansion is not a good idea."
She frowned and looked embarrassed. "I have to give my aunt a note first, otherwise it would be impolite." After saying that, she sighed like an adult, making everyone in the room laugh.
Jin Jie'er's words made the elders laugh, and Mingzhu nodded naively with half a piece of cake in her mouth: "That's right, why are we divided into two families? It's troublesome!" She spoke vaguely with cake crumbs on the corners of her mouth, and she looked very cute.
Mingyue was amused by them and pointed out, "That's not easy. Does Cousin Xi still expect you to deliver the invitation? From now on, you should deliver the invitation to Prince Jing's mansion," she said while gesturing, "After visiting your aunt, cousins, and then go through the side door to the Rong En Marquis's mansion to visit your cousin."
The eldest lady was beside her and helped her poke Mingzhu's chubby cheeks.
"Yes!" Mingzhu looked very impressed. Her eyes lit up, as if she had just gotten the idea. She clapped her hands and exclaimed, "This way we don't have to go through the gate twice!"
"Hahaha!" Everyone in the room was amused by her innocence, and her laughter shook the chicken soup on the table.
It was not until then that everyone realized that they were so busy talking that the food was getting cold.
The old lady quickly greeted everyone: "Hurry up and eat. It's a good thing it's this time of year, otherwise we'd have to heat it up again."
As he spoke, he asked everyone to sit over and personally picked up food for his granddaughters, with a smile still on his face.
The old general was very jealous.
According to the agreement in the post, they left at 9:00 a.m.
The morning light was just right, and the golden sunlight shone through the mist onto the bluestone road, casting a warm halo.
Two carriages with red wheels and canopies were already ready in front of the General's Mansion. Chuntao and several servants were loading the prepared gifts onto the rear carriage, while Hongfen was in the front carriage, checking that the cushions were properly laid out, with Xiaoyu helping.
As Jing Chunxi and his cousins boarded the carriage, Jing Yi suddenly called out, "Lord Luying!" His voice was filled with obvious surprise, his eyes widening, and he forgot to put down the whip. Not far ahead, at a street corner, a familiar figure turned and galloped off on horseback.
Mingzhu and Jinjie'er were sitting at the innermost side. Upon hearing this, they quickly lifted the carriage curtains and huddled together to peer out, eagerly asking, "Where are you? Why is Brother Luying here? Shouldn't he be on duty at the palace?"
Jin Jie'er's eyes were wide open, as if she wanted to take in the scene outside the car, while Mingzhu pouted her lips, looking puzzled, as if she didn't believe it.
Jing Chunxi glanced ahead and saw the back of a horseman. The man, dressed in a dark green suit, flashed around the corner, already a hundred or so steps away from the carriage. "Even after the court session, he can't get here that fast."
She shook her head, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the car window, mentally calculating the time. The morning court in the palace should have just ended at this hour, and as the eldest prince's attendant, Lu Ying shouldn't be here.
Moreover, if Xu Zize really came, he would naturally enter the mansion. How could his followers run away when they saw someone? Jingyi must have seen it wrong.
On the shaft of the carriage, Jing Yi watched his masters get on and gently raised his whip, but he was secretly muttering in his heart, "It's obviously Lu Ying. I recognize that bay horse. It's Master Lu Ying's fine horse."
He scratched his head, his rough fingers making a rustling sound on his scalp. "I don't know why he is running so fast. Is there something urgent?" The horsewhip swung in the air, making a beautiful whip flower and a crisp sound.
The east of the city is neither far nor near. After entering the east of the city and walking through two streets, it took nearly half an hour.
Jing Chunxi sighed that it was quite tiring for Lord Feng just to attend court in the middle of the night.
The carriage passed through the bustling market, with hawking and bargaining sounds coming one after another, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts and the rich aroma of stewed food; when turning into a quiet alley, bursts of floral fragrance could be smelled, and I wondered whose yard the osmanthus flowers had bloomed.
The sound of the wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs is regular and soothing, like some kind of soothing music, accompanied by the clatter of horse hooves, playing a leisurely tune.
"Why does it feel a little close to our little house?" Jing Chunxi lifted a corner of the car curtain and asked as he looked out the window at the increasingly familiar scenery.
The rouge shop on this street is also owned by their family. The three big characters "Ningxiang Pavilion" written in gold on a red background sparkle in the sun; the crooked old locust tree at the corner is even more impressive. The lines on the trunk look very much like the wrinkles of an old man.
Arriving east of the city, Chuntao and Qiyue rode together, leading the way in the carriage. After several trips with her master, Chuntao's riding skills had become quite good, her back straight, while Qiyue held her waist tightly, their skirts fluttering in the wind like two colorful flags.
"We're on the same road ahead, but further on, their house turns into an alley." Chun Tao answered loudly from outside, her voice rising and falling with the sound of horse hooves, "Princess, we'll be there soon, but we have to walk slowly ahead."
She pointed to the narrowing alley ahead, where a few vegetable stalls were located. "It's pretty quiet, though, so there aren't many people around."
Indeed, the streets here are much quieter than the main street. Occasionally, a few vendors carrying loads on their shoulders pass by, and their hawking voices are weak, full of the atmosphere of the market.