Hongwen gritted her teeth, raised her feet, and pressed her ears against the window. She heard the lady in the room say, "Don't let us talk about whether our mothers' words are unreasonable for the time being. ←, I want to say that in your life, you have gone from martial arts to official positions, and you have been promoted from military generals to governors. You have no other strengths. You can only not deceive the emperor and be considerate of the military and civilians. I admire my loyalty to the country, but I am considerate of the human nature, but I think it is not necessarily true."

Mu Ang laughed and said, "What do you mean by these words? I inexplicably started a big discussion. Well, as you said, I would like to ask me why I can't be considerate of human feelings?"

Du Qianqian smiled slightly and said, "All those who can be considerate of human feelings must handle everything meticulously, cultivate themselves and manage the family and govern the world. From kings, princes, ministers, and women and servants, they can be extremely considerate of everything. That's why I advise you to accept Hongwen, which means considerate of human feelings.

I miss you, there are no three or four concubines in front of you. Zhenqing is old, and Aunt Chen has given birth to a son. It is 360 days a year. Although she is willing, since she has given birth to Sen'er, she wants to be a human being, and hopes that you can be praised. In this way, people must be arranged to serve you? If you ask the girls to replace them, the young are ignorant and the big ones are inconvenient. When outsiders look at us, wouldn't the girls around us be like a group of concubines? Who can respect them inside and outside the family? Therefore, I advise you to accept Hongwen for the sake of justification. Only by doing this can you truly treat others with considerate."

Du Qianqian's words were not aimless. In ancient times, any serious family, whether they were young masters or married, would not have dealt with irrelevant people in their personal life. Even if there were a group of maids around them, the most important places would be managed by the closest people. After all, no one wants to promote their bad habits, such as wet the bed, drinking, talking in a sleep, hooking up with girls, etc., who know all the shameful things.

After getting married, these things will naturally be handed over to your wife to handle. Of course, the main wife of a wealthy family will not do the job of a maid for you, and she still needs someone to serve her. So the ** thing will either continue to be handed over to the original people or to the new maid accompanying the house.

For example, in ancient times, when men and women were having sex, most of them needed their own people to deal with the aftermath, and even joined them together. Or when the hostess had menstruation and was pregnant, they naturally had to replace them to solve the male host's physiological needs.

All of these things undoubtedly involve the issue of status. We can't use it for a lifetime in vain, right? We have to give the title of a concubine. In short, if we become a concubine, we are still half a slave. The main task is to take care of everything about the male master. We can no longer hand it over to other maids. We also need to help the female master share the family affairs and help give birth to children.

In ancient times, there were good wives and concubines in front of their mother-in-law, and concubines also had similar rules. If they were not specifically explained, even if the concubine was decades old, she had to continue to serve the male owner's daily life.

Of course, the inside story of each family is different, but this emphasis is objective. Even if the concubine has given birth to children, it is natural for wives and concubines to serve their husbands.

In fact, if you can serve the male master diligently all year round, most concubines will not complain, but rather a good thing. If you don’t need to serve you anymore, it means you will be disliked. However, there are also many concubines who don’t want to do this and like to be served in a life of being served. Everything varies from person to person.

Du Qianqian's words contain a clear meaning, that is, the wish of all concubines, second only to the ultimate ambition.

The ultimate ambition is generally unlikely to become a real official. How to say the second ambition? It is as difficult as climbing to heaven, and it is not difficult.

When Mu Ang heard his wife say that Aunt Chen wanted to be an adult, he immediately understood.

It turned out that Aunt Chen hoped that he could write to the court to give birth to a son and ask the court to grant the gift for the fifth-rank imperial edict and become a wife recognized by the state.

This made him feel embarrassed. Even his brother-in-law could not do such a thing, because the court's practice was one quota and two exceptions. It would be too unreasonable if there were more.

Xu Hao really couldn't do it. The minimum contribution of being granted is to have a son. The most basic bottom line is to be honest, that is, he cannot be a slave. Moreover, if there is no special reason, such as those who have been living in the cold kiln for 18 years, who would have been sick and provoked internal conflicts in the family?

Mu Lanxiang, who had been sitting and listening, finally understood her mother's intention. Aunt Chen was a very good person and got along well, so she helped her say, "It turned out that it was not for Hongwen, but for her aunt. Dad, my aunt has been here for several years, and everyone in the family praised her virtuousness. Besides, she has added brothers now, and she is also very considerate in treating us brothers and sisters. You can ask for an imperial title, and it is not an exaggeration to be exempted from serving her, and it is not an exaggeration."

It would be fine if the wife said it, but even her favorite daughter said so. Mu Ang frowned and paced around the room, feeling really embarrassed.

First of all, I'm sorry for Zhenqing who has been with her for the longest time. Even though she knows that she is not qualified, women's scrupulous family can't be jealous and envious?

Secondly, it is not obvious that it is a hornet's nest? My brother-in-law and brothers didn't do this, but I, Mu Ang, did it. How can I show my affection and righteousness? I am afraid that this move will immediately set off a storm of jealousy among major wealthy families. As the culprit, can I afford it?

Even if Mu Ang was killed, he would not dare to face the anger of his brothers. Women's competing spirit was really terrible.

Therefore, he wandered for a long time, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Although your words make sense, I think it is inappropriate. He asked Hongwen to serve me. If he didn't know, outsiders would be laughing at me. Why should I come? As for asking my aunt to enfeoff, I will go to ask the Empress Dowager to give her a verbal decree tomorrow, and let's talk about it later. I know that you are considering her hard work for many years, and are worried that I will not serve me. Well! From today on, I don't want anyone to serve me, isn't it okay?"

After saying that, Mu Ang left angrily, probably forced by his wife and daughter.

Mu Lanxiang suddenly regretted it and said, "My father has become more and more stubborn over the years. He said no, and he would insist on refusing to change his words and not serving others. How can he do it?"

"Do you believe him?" Du Qianqian didn't take it seriously at all and sneered: "You didn't see him at first being stern, so it was really not possible at that time. But later after our mother's persuasion, didn't he ponder? This means that he can already feel comfortable in his heart, and he just can't speak for a while, and he is embarrassed to say yes. Your father's life has been very successful, and his mother has long been successful. If you don't believe it, please continue to watch. I will ask someone to clean up the house tomorrow, choose an auspicious day, and take Hongwen into the room for him. He will definitely not be as decisive as today."

"Mom, you are so generous."

Mu Lanxiang smiled heartily and said that although she was influenced by Xu Hao's thoughts, it was a pity that her wives and concubines were undoubtedly Xu Hao's shortcomings and she never promoted the theory of monogamy with them.

In addition to the environment you are in, it is certain not to open the river, but you must learn to accept reality, which is the price of growth.

Hongwen outside was already full of joy. She was so ambitious that she could be more proud among her sisters than this. What is a mere flower farmer? Women often don’t change their minds, and even a hundred cows can’t be pulled back if they change their minds.

At this time, Aunt Chen walked in and asked about the result of this matter. Du Qianqian explained to her tactfully.

Aunt Chen looked very happy. Although she regretted not being officially awarded, the master's recognition was enough to make her feel relieved.

Because the Mu family has no concubines to compete with each other for favor, since she has served Mu Ang for ten years, her psychological balance has been tilted. She has long thought of teaching her son to become a talented person and become a decent and relaxed concubine. Unlike now, she always thinks about what the master wants to wear and eat, and she has no flaws in her whole body.

Aunt Chen smiled and said, "Last night, I tried the master's words. He said stubbornly, and asked me if I didn't want to take care of him anymore? Oh, I was so angry that I ran into him, I was guilty!"

That being said, Aunt Chen smiled again, "I didn't expect that as soon as my wife said this morning, he would be fine. I'll ask him to ask him to leave me alone? In fact, I'm a little jealous when I advised her to accept Hongwen. Is it really a mistake to see someone."

"Don't be happy too early, aunt." Mu Lanxiang seemed to have some meaning in her expression, "I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief with a substitute. When my father kept pampering Hongwen in the future and ignored her, my aunt would be ready to get angry with her belly."

Du Qianqian smiled slightly at this, thinking that I was not for you, girl. Hongwen is indeed a good helper, but she is also a restless person. She is worried that she will follow you to the Xu Mansion and make trouble, which will make people feel annoying. She will stay by my side and watch with peace of mind.

"Hehe!" Aunt Chen smiled indifferently: "I have been here for so many years, but the girl still doesn't know me. Even if the master ignores me, I don't have to be angry. As long as there is a wife taking care of me, it's not that the wife ignores me, right? Besides, there are girls who are not. Who can't speak justice for me?"

"You." Du Qianqian laughed as she said.

Soon the news reached various prefectures. Mu Ningxue and others were surprised by this, which was probably reasonable. Because Hongwen's status was so special, she followed Du Qianqian at the age of six or seven. She was smart and able to talk, no less than her biological daughter.

Yisou Garden.

Xu Yu found that Ling Xia’s sister and Aunt Cuiliu were intimate these days. Today, in Zhu Mingzhi’s study, Chunyan pointed to the landscape painting hanging on the wall and said, “This is the poem left by Miss Gu that year, with a poem written by Miss Gu himself. Our Highness, oh, our girl loves it very much.”

Xu Cuiliu approached and looked carefully. It was a "smoke and rain picture" ink painting by Mi Xiangyang, a master of the Song Dynasty. The trees and bamboo forests all painted the rainy scenery, and there was a poem written by Miss Gu in the empty space.

"Why are you talking about this painting?" Xu Cuiliu asked while looking.

Chunyan pointed at Mu Lingxia and smiled and said, "In the past two days, I found that Miss Xia looked a bit like Miss Gu who had an unexpected situation. The more I looked at her, the more familiar she looked. It's a pity that everyone was still young at that time and could no longer remember it."

"Is that?" Xu Yu was very surprised and smiled at Mu Lingxia, "Then I have to look at my sister a few more times. I have admired Miss Gu for a long time."

Mu Lingxia smiled faintly and said nothing. Xu Cuiliu said, "There are so many people, let alone the beautiful, cute and talented daughters of Jiangnan."

After saying that, Xu Cuiliu looked at Hua and said, "How many autumns are vaguely passed in the dream? The Double Ninth Festival is sorrowful; but I am not sad tonight to be heartbroken, and I am more sad and broken in my heart."

Xu Yu sighed: "Miss Gu wrote this poem back then, and I don't know how many tears shed. Alas!"

Xu Cuiliu smiled and said, "I don't know whether the girl's tears have fallen. After reading this poem, our Yu'er probably shed tears may be enough to wash the dishes and the pot."

"Hehe." Xu Yu scratched his head embarrassedly, obviously he was told. The girls laughed when they saw this, but Mu Lingxia didn't react.

Suddenly Mu Lingxia asked, "Is there any poem about the second brother? Why not hang it here?"

"Yes, why don't there?" Chunyan replied, "It's all on the inner wall."

Mu Lingxia said, "Then let me go and see it, where is it?"

Chunyan said, "Please be here, girl."

Xu Yu looked at them and walked in and said helplessly: "What's the good thing about my poems?"

He felt embarrassed, so he didn't follow in. After thinking about it, he simply went out for a walk before talking.

The inner room is Zhu Mingzhi's small study room, which is not large in size. Only a few people like Xu Yu have been here on weekdays. Whether it is Xu Cuiliu or Mu Caichun, it is their first visit.

The room was filled with fragrance and mist. The screen window was opened and a thick tent was placed. There was a warm kang in the north, and a scripture was placed in front of the window. You could tell at a glance that it was used by Maodong.

The wall was full of calligraphy and paintings of Zhu Mingzhi and Xu Yu. After Mu Lingxia came in, she stared at a poem in front of her and recited: "The red wine is intoxicating, the flowers fall to dust my clothes, and I send it to the East Fairy, and the green birds are tired of traveling back."

But Mu Caichun was not interested in calligraphy and painting on the wall. She saw a ball of fan on the kang, which seemed to be painted by Xu Yu. She picked it up and saw that there were a few hibiscus flowers swaying in the wind, dewdrops on the petals were rolling, and a pair of white butterflies were dancing, and the painting was vivid.

Below is the plain scenery of the water town. Although some paints are applied, it is just gambola, broad flowers, ochre, etc. There is nothing outstanding about it.

Perhaps the second brother was absent-minded at that time. Mu Caichun thought so, and saw that the above was recorded: "In the spring of Yichou, the owner of Yisou Garden painted it on the south window of the west wing of the Pinghua Pavilion."

At this time, Xu Cuiliu looked around and nodded, "Mingzhi's pen and ink are still exquisite, and she is unique in every way. She has a great style, but Yu'er did not disappoint me either."

Chunyan smiled and said, "Who doesn't know that the second master is trained by his aunt, and my aunt is the best."

"Haha." Xu Cuiliu laughed and said, "I dare not be a good person. Mom is the real master, and Aunt Miaojin. Unfortunately, as daughters, most of the poems and paintings we used to burn and worship were dedicated to the Goddess of Flower."

Mu Caichun said admiringly: "Then why not ask my aunt to leave a few words on this painting? Just as a memorial."

"Okay." Xu Cuiliu nodded happily, already excited.

Mu Lingxia was interested in seeing the style of her elders and was happy to help grind them. Later, everyone looked at Xu Cuiliu calmly. Seeing that she had figured out the artistic conception of the fan painting, she thought for a while, and wrote a pen to write a book.

The trees in the Jiangcun are rustling in the evening, and the water is far away.

The lonely geese fly south and the sky cry, and the smoke and moon reflect the bridge.

Then he wrote in the next chapter: "I returned to Jinling in early summer in April, and occasionally came to Mingzhi's study to visit. He was accompanied by his niece and watched calligraphy and painting. He went to the piano to stay, and the beauty was safe, chatted about the numbers of books, and made up for his thoughts. He hoped that you would wait for the golden wind and jade dew to meet each other day and night. Gucui willows were written."

At the same time, Xu Yu found that the flower farmer was sitting alone outside the garden gate, looking melancholy and sad, and there seemed to be tears on his face.

Xu Yu sighed quietly, he already knew about Hongwen. Last month, the flower farmer asked him if he could give him the lovely Hongwen to marry.

Unexpectedly, the horoscope of things was not yet clear. Before he could ask Hongwen, in a blink of an eye, he was about to become his future father-in-law.
Chapter completed!