It was daybreak and there were more people on the street. The Gao family was left in the cold because Gao Lingbo had already invited himself to go out to write a memorial and the emperor had allowed it.

However, it was deserted in front of the door, but it was still lively inside.

In the front hall and backyard, people are coming and going, and flowers are blooming.

"It's just that the stage is full." Someone laughed, pointing to the empty stage outside the pavilion over there.

"Last year there was a double eclipse of the sun and moon, and there was a snowstorm and civil unrest. The emperor was worried and the people were uneasy. He had ordered a ban on joy. We can let fireworks be set off during the New Year. It would be nice to still enjoy the colorful lanterns on the 15th day of the year." said the person on the side.

"However, it's not an exaggeration for us to enjoy singing and dancing at home." Someone said again, pointing to the woman walking in from the hall.

"Oh, Madam Zhu is here."

All the men in the hall looked over.

"Isn't it difficult to invite someone?"

"Hard to invite? It depends on who invites you!"

The chaos outside the hall spread into the hall, and Gao Lingbo, who had his eyes closed behind the curtain and was being beaten on his legs and pressed on his head by two maids, frowned slightly.

"My lord, will you leave after the beginning of spring?" an aide said from the side.

"How could it be?" Gao Lingbo said with his eyes closed, "I sincerely plead guilty and accept the punishment. I will leave after fifteen."

"My lord, you may as well take advantage of the situation." The staff nodded and said, "King Ping is getting older and he is already fourteen after the New Year. In addition to the double eclipse of the sun and moon last year, it is inevitable that the government will be clear and bright this year, so we can ask him to establish a prince."

"Once a prince is established, I will be the first to bear the brunt." Gao Lingbo said.

"Yes, your Excellency is a relative after all, and cannot stay in the court for a long time." The staff said, "At this time, inviting Your Excellency not only complies with the emperor's wishes, but also avoids the limelight. When the dust settles and turns around in the future, what else can stop me?

Where is your lord?"

He laughed when he said this, and Gao Lingbo closed his eyes and laughed too.

"So don't be anxious when you see bad things. Bad things can turn into good things." He said slowly, "And good things may also turn into bad things."

Everyone in the room laughed.

Gao Lingbo suddenly raised his hand to stop everyone's joking, opened his eyes, and sat up with the help of his maid.

"The piano outside is good," he said.

After hearing this, people on both sides quickly drew the curtains, and the young lady playing the piano appeared in front of them sitting in the hall.

"It's Mrs. Zhu from Desheng Tower," the staff member said.

Gao Lingbo nodded.

The woman in the hall is worthy of being the crown prince among flowers. She has a face like a peony, a color like a peony, and her clothes are gorgeous but not vulgar.

"Not bad, not bad." he said.

I don't know if I am praising the sound of the piano or praising the people. I leaned against the maid and gently beat the music with my hands, enjoying the leisurely time in the first month.

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Mrs. Cheng Er took Cheng Jiaoniang into a courtyard.

He looked at the maid who came forward to greet him and nodded with a smile.

"...Jia Zhigao of Guangaoyuan is a person from the capital. His ancestors married into the clan and earned a good fortune and made a fortune." A servant girl whispered in Mrs. Cheng's ear again.

"I've written this down." Mrs. Cheng Er whispered, "What else did Banqin say?"

"I didn't say anything else, just that Madam is free to do as she pleases," the maid said in a low voice.

random?

This is the exchange between officials and their families in Beijing. Can it be the same as in Jiangzhou?

Mrs. Cheng Er could not help but turn around and look at Cheng Jiaoniang and a girl standing behind her.

They are all called Banqin, why not let that Banqin come?

There were already many people sitting in the back house, old and young, and the house was full of flowers.

Mrs. Jia greeted him personally.

"Mrs. Cheng, you are here."

"Mrs. Jia." Mrs. Cheng Er quickly returned the courtesy and said.

Before the ceremony was over, Mrs. Jia was already looking at Cheng Jiaoniang with a smile on her face.

"Ms. Cheng, please come in quickly," she said.

This sounds a little strange, but... looking at the warm smile of the lady in front of me, forget it.

Mrs. Cheng Er smiled and nodded, then raised her feet to follow.

More people in the hall stood up and greeted each other with smiles. Of course, everyone knew who the enthusiasm was directed at.

"Mrs. Zhou, why didn't you invite this niece over last time your family entertained guests? Otherwise, wouldn't it be more lively?"

Looking outside the door at the scene of stars holding the moon in the hall, a lady smiled to the lady next to her.

Mrs. Zhou's eyes fell behind Mrs. Cheng Er. The woman had already taken off her cloak and was dressed in a gorgeous winter dress that suited the occasion and her age. Her face was youthful and beautiful, which made people happy, but Mrs. Zhou only felt a chill.

As if aware of someone's prying eyes, the woman raised her eyes and looked over.

Like needles pricking her eyes, Mrs. Zhou was so frightened that she immediately turned away, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.

I am good to her, I am really good to her, and I have no intention of harming her.

Mrs. Zhou stroked her heart and repeated it as if reciting a Buddhist sutra.

"Mrs. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou?" The lady next to her noticed that she was losing her temper and quickly reached out to push her, "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Zhou regained her composure and forced a smile.

"It's okay," she said.

The lady smiled with some understanding.

"Are you envious? Don't envy her. She is just a step-in-law, and you are a serious aunt." She smiled, "Stand over, there is no room for her."

envious?

If she had known they would come, she would never have come.

Mrs. Zhou looked over there again, looking at Mrs. Cheng Er, who was raising her sleeves to cover up her smile as she was surrounded by compliments.

"I'm not envious." She murmured, "It would be ridiculous if I stood next to her."

Poor Mrs. Cheng Er….

Did she think the person standing behind her was a Bodhisattva who brings wealth and blessings? That was obviously a Yaksha!

"Stop talking nonsense here, hurry up and take me to meet your niece. If you're lucky, maybe you can get some enlightenment." The lady next to her urged her.

Mrs. Zhou turned around.

"I suddenly felt unwell, so I better go back first," she said, and walked away quickly before the lady came to her senses.

In the first month of this year, Mrs. Zhou was recuperating at home and declined any banquets.

When it was getting dark, Mr. Cheng suddenly turned over.

Mrs. Cheng Er, who was sitting in front of the dressing table and looking through the jewelry, was startled.

"Master, are you awake so early?" she asked in surprise.

Mr. Cheng Er glanced at her.

"It's not too late for you," he said.

Mrs. Cheng Er sat over with a smile.

"Master, we have a banquet to go to today. Do you think I can use that golden hairpin?" she said, using the morning light to hand a handful of five hairpins to Mr. Cheng Er.

The five golden hairpins of different sizes are a bit dazzling.

Mr. Cheng Er frowned.

"I think all of them are beautiful." Mrs. Cheng Er looked at them with a smile, "But we can't just use them all. We should keep a few to make dowry for Qiniang in the future."

A few broken hairpins given away by the maid can be kept as a dowry for his daughter!

"You can see any crap!" Master Cheng Er suddenly became furious and raised his hand to knock down the gold hairpin. "Why are your eyelids so shallow!"

Mrs. Cheng Er hurriedly went to pick it up.

"Why are you so angry?" she said displeasedly, "I have never seen it before, and no one has ever given me so much. I come from a poor scholar's family, and I can't look away when I see money."

I have never seen it before, and no one has given me so much. When these two words came to Mr. Cheng’s ears, they sounded a little awkward.

Could it be that the things he has brought to the house over the years are still few? Still less than what a maid gave her?

With this awkwardness, Mrs. Cheng Er's last sentence about poor scholar was like a torch burning on his tail.

"You are a woman seeking death!" Mr. Cheng Er jumped up and shouted.

Mrs. Cheng's second wife was also angry immediately.
To be continued...