In the hot summer, the attic built along the mountain is in the shadows, which is particularly cool and pleasant. However, Mrs. Mu, who is lying on the cold couch, is in a bad mood recently, not only because of the death of her sisters in the boudoir. To be honest, the people with status here are more or less mentally prepared and have experienced many things. From Prime Minister Hu Weiyong to Li Shanchang and then to Lan Yu, too many nobles were suddenly destroyed in an instant when they were in their prime.

Mrs. Mu shed tears several times about this and set up an altar in the garden to worship. Afterwards, she also actively sent people to inquire about the descendants of the good sisters and took care of them. She also wrote a letter to remind her eldest son Mu Chun to be cautious at all times, and warned her second son Mu Sheng to act in a low-key manner and be loyal to the emperor.

All the things that should be done have been done, and I have recovered in half a year. It is said that my husband has died of illness for less than a year. Mrs. Mu, who has been together for too long, has never been so sad. The reason for her unhappiness is her daughter's lifelong event.

In a blink of an eye, there were so many families with equal status. The rest of the families either had too high status or had a lower accessory. The remaining families were in a mess, and there were too few good children of both age and both civil and military. The young master of the Wenchen family dared not think about it. Zhan Yu, the person who was the most optimistic, disappeared. The Wenchen family could not catch up with the Ansheng from the Wuchen family. Who knew that the emperor did not care about the marriage between civil and military?

Most excellent scholars are born in poor families, arrogant and scheming, far more gentle and considerate than children who are not born in wealthy, know how to be fond of, but most of them are too fickle and fond of the old. Besides, Mrs. Mu is reluctant to let her daughter go to various places to become officials. The most important thing is to not know the root of the truth and not be at ease with her character.

Generally speaking, mothers have to think about it for the sake of their children's marriage, fearing this and that, and there are always countless excuses and concerns.

There are many children in the royal family. Because of his own identity, His Majesty must personally recommend the marriage. Besides, he has already allowed Ningxue's dead girl to choose a marriage independently. It is logical that she cannot regret it unless she asks for it personally. The problem is that Mrs. Mu has one of the most worried about, that is, the dynasty's burial system. With Ningxue's temperament, once there is no such thing as a child or a half of her daughter, she may most likely ask for a burial of her. Even if the concubine does not have to be buried with her.

"Damn girl is too stubborn." Mrs. Mu cursed in a slight manner, letting the maid Qiu Wen, who was kneeling beside her, suffocate the wind, and pick up an iced grape, peeled off the seeds. The white and tender fruits were crystal clear and transparent. She handed it to Qiu Wen's mouth, which was sweating at the tip of her nose. Qiu Wen smiled sweetly and opened her mouth.

In fact, Mrs. Mu also knew that her worries were purely unnecessary. She was so lonely recently that she liked to think randomly when she was doing nothing. In addition, the weather was so hot that it made people feel annoyed. If there was a suitable family, she would still be reluctant to let her daughter get married.

Mrs. Mu married into the Mu family when she was fourteen years old. She is less than forty years old this year. She has a good appearance and is proficient in maintenance the day after tomorrow. She is still charming in the middle of the year. Her figure and waist are comparable to her 28-year-old beauty. At this time, she was wearing a translucent and light spring shirt, a milky white silk bellyband inside, and her bare feet are not wearing shoes and socks, which looks very seductive.

Mu Sheng and his wife were in the capital. Mu Ang was impatiently restrained and insisted on living in the outer courtyard. Now the inner courtyard is full of women, so Mrs. Mu has no scruples and wears cool clothes on hot days.

Finally, Mrs. Mu sighed and looked at her daughter and guests under the octagonal pavilion in the garden through the window. She thought to herself that it seemed that the boy from the Xu family would have to be cheap. Who knew that there was a disaster in the capital, so that almost all his rivals were gone. Moreover, this boy was too cunning and smart. He shook under his eyes and his daughter for nearly a year. Except for his character being clearly touched, others were really worried.

"Let's wait. If you have the ability, wait for two more years." The unwilling Mrs. Mu raised her lips and slowly closed her eyes.

Qiu Wen, whose arms were sore, saw this and handed the fan to the other maids. He suddenly covered his mouth and burst into laughter, which immediately alarmed Mrs. Mu.

"Why are you laughing at? Tell me." The bored Mrs. Mu asked with her eyes closed.

Qiu Wen waved his hand and chuckled, "I dare not say it."

Mrs. Mu stretched out her hand, pinched Qiu Wen's face accurately with her two fingers, and deliberately threatened: "If you don't say it, you'll tear your mouth."

"I'll tell me." Qiu Wen intended to make his wife happy, beg for mercy quickly, and said with a smile: "You all go down."

After sending a few little girls away, Qiu Wen put his head to his wife's ear and couldn't help but chuckled, "Why do I think I am! You are not choosing your future son-in-law, otherwise why are you more concerned than a girl?"

Mrs. Mu was stunned at first, then her face turned red, and she was angry and cursed with force: "You damn girl, you are all my spoiled, you are lawless, and you dare to arrange me. It's outrageous."

Even though Qiu Wen was the wife's confidant for many years, she didn't dare to continue talking after making a joke. Instead, she changed her voice and sighed: "It's not your fault that you are worried about the girl's marriage. Since the master went there, this life has been really hard."

"Who said no?" Mrs. Mu sighed quietly, not taking the jokes in the boudoir seriously, and said with a forced smile: "Although you have been sorted out by the master, fortunately, you don't have the title yet. If you have the right one, just marry me."

Qiu Wen's face was sad and shook her head and said, "I will definitely accompany my wife, and I will recognize her as a widow for the rest of my life."

Mrs. Mu gently stroked Qiu Wen's cheek and smiled bitterly, "Why do you have to do it?"

At this time, under the octagonal pavilion in the garden, Mu Ningxue accompanied Xu Qinglian, who was visiting, to enjoy the scenery. The two seemed to have fallen out of the past. In just half a day, they were like sisters in the boudoir who had been together for many years, chatting and laughing without hesitation.

In the distance, Hongye wore a lotus-colored Hunan satin spring shirt, wearing a hat, and was fishing by the fish pond. Behind her, the maids sat on the ground under the willow tree. But Hongye didn't have much patience and always jumped out of the water from time to time and threw it into the river. She was innocent and soaked in the water with her naked feet.

Mu Ningxue looks like her mother in many places. She doesn't care much about worldly etiquette at home. She also wears a pair of thick-soled white satin embroidered shoes barefoot. If she doesn't wear shoes, she is half a head taller than Xu Qinglian, who is not short. Her waist is straight, showing her proud figure even more graceful.

At first, Xu Qinglian was barely shorter than Mu Ningxue in her embroidered shoes, but now she took off her thickened high-heeled embroidered shoes, sat on a stone bench, pinched the corner of her skirt to reveal the white socks woven from fine cotton thread. Because the style is novel and unique, Mu Ningxue, who has never seen before, is very curious.

Xu Qinglian couldn't say that this was all his brother's idea, and said vaguely: "Last year, I saw him wearing similar socks, so I wanted to knit a few pairs. At first, I was always unsatisfied, so I asked him where the game came from. He said it was a style from a countryside in the south. He had to use a weaving machine and had to add a few fine iron wire to carefully weave it, which was difficult to learn. I was not convinced, so I tried it carefully according to what he said. It took a lot of effort to finally have some experience. The soles of my brother once made a fuss and secretly thickened a piece of wood, which made me almost fall. Unexpectedly, the maids all said it was good-looking, but they were not very comfortable at first, so I gradually got used to wearing it."

Mu Ningxue leaned down and watched carefully. He nodded frequently when she heard this. She rarely wore thick-soled embroidered shoes because she was tall. Today, when she saw the Xu sisters all wore thick-soled shoes, she deliberately wore a pair. Unexpectedly, the styles were different, and she wanted to try to feel them.

After watching for a while, Mu Ningxue suddenly asked, "Have he ever mentioned the three-inch golden lotus? In the past, he met several wives from the official family when they entered the palace. He laughed in his back for being like the old queen, and his big feet."

Xu Qinglian smiled knowingly at this and said, "I've said it. I still remember the first time he ran into a woman with her feet in the village, pointing to someone's house and scolding him for being disgusting and cruel. His ancestors were all bastards. He was so angry that when he got home, he said that fortunately, our family did not have this bad habit, and he solemnly gathered all the family members of the family and told them in public that if any daughter dared to bind her feet in the future, she would cut off her legs with a knife. This made several families who originally planned to bind their feet for their daughters since childhood, and she immediately gave up her thoughts."

"What happened?" Mu Ningxue was moved by someone's actions for the first time, and her eyes were shining. "Thank you for speaking up for the whole world's daughter's family. Alas! It's a pity that such bad customs that harmed people quietly emerged in Suzhou and Hangzhou and other places and in the capital. Once, a relative from Hangzhou came to her family, and she might have been in a hurry to go on the road and had no time to wash her feet. God, not only did she walk tremble and need someone to support her, but I felt sad for her mother and daughter when I looked at her. The long foot binding cloth was sour and smelly. Even if she was wearing shoes, it would be so hot that it would be so hot that she could kill her. I really don't know how they could endure it. At that time, I was lucky to be born in my own family. If I was unfortunately born in such a scholarly family, it would be better to jump into the river and be reborn."

Xu Qinglian smiled and said, "My brother was very angry about this, and he shouted that he would write to the court to prohibit women from binding their feet. I explained to him that this bad custom is only available in some places in the south, and it is almost unheard of elsewhere. Unexpectedly, he sneered and said that a thousand-mile dike collapsed from an ant hole, and if princes and ministers took the lead, it might become popular in the future. I laughed at him as he was too worried."

Mu Ningxue's expression became serious, and she raised her hand to pluck her hair that was chaotic by the wind, and said slowly: "I'm afraid what he said is true. Foot binding was passed down from the Tang Dynasty and was popular during the Song Dynasty. Especially in the south and the capital of Bianliang, many small families have begun to bind their feet since childhood. Even after the great disaster of the Yuan Dynasty, they have never been cut off to this day. Now, with the stability of the world, rich families are full and warm to think about lust and lust, and more and more poor families are counting on their daughters to sell their daughters to scholars who like this in the future. Some disgusting scholars are praising this for this. I am afraid in the future, alas! I will not let my daughter bind her feet even if I beat her to death."

Xu Qinglian smiled mischievously and asked deliberately: "Who will marry and give birth to a daughter?"
Chapter completed!