As soon as these words were said, Xiang Shi said with a harsh face and harshly: "I'm going to be a girl in the hairpin, but I don't look like a noble girl. Who can be your sister-in-law?"

Jiayi stuck out his tongue slightly and blinked at his brother.

Jia Yi is the youngest daughter, who is about ten years younger than the eldest son Yang Jian. She is only thirteen this year. She has been loved by Xiang and the old man since childhood, and she is more lively and broad-minded.

In fact, it was a blessing that Xiang's family gave birth to another daughter in middle age and formed the word "good". Unfortunately, when they were pregnant with their youngest daughter, the old man did not control himself and hid a brothel girl Wu outside. After Xiang learned about it, he remained calm and gave the daughter Qing'er, his close maid, to the old man.

Therefore, the second lady Jiachuan, born to Aunt Wu, was the same year as Jiayi, and gave birth to the third lady Jiamin in the same year. Aunt Qing only gave birth to the second young master Qingcheng seven years ago, and now she is studying with the old Duke.

At this time, Jiachuan and Jiamin both looked down, as if they did not exist. They returned to the mansion with their aunt six years ago. At that time, there were brothers who were deeply favored by the emperor, among them were lively and smart daughters, and below them, there were tiger-headed and timid brothers. They seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

I was a little unwilling to give up in the first two years, but after being punished by my mother again and again, I realized my status in the mansion. I have been careful over the years and dared not make mistakes.

When Xiang saw his own son and daughter, he was also impatient with the two woods standing in front of him and said in a low voice: "Jiamin and Jiachuan have been here for a long time. Go back and spend time with your concubine!"

Jiachuan and Jiamin got off the chair and lowered their blessings: "Daughter will come again tomorrow to pay tribute to your mother!"

Xiang nodded slightly. The red gold hairpin pattern on his hair remained motionless.

As soon as the two concubines left, Xiang asked Yang Jian: "I heard that you have beaten Qiutan today for the girl in your yard?"

Yang Jian looked at Ling's mother coldly, his eyes as lightning!

Mother Ling's legs were so scared that she fell down immediately.

Xiang said dissatisfiedly: "You will scare the people around me, and say, what are you going to deal with that girl? Is it a good concubine or a noble concubine? But I have to make a statement first, there is no reason for taking concubines first and then marrying a wife!"

Yang Jian smiled slowly, looked at Xiang Shi and said, "Mother, you forgot that your son has married!"

Xiang choked. When she thought of the eighteenth generation of clan wives in the Duke's Mansion capturing a girl who had passed away before she passed away, she felt so depressed that she couldn't breathe. She stroked her chest with one hand, waved her hand with the other, and said, "Don't be angry with me, you know what my mother means!"

Seeing that his son was silent and looked indifferent, Xiang was shocked and glared at Yang Jian and said with hatred: "Can you ask the girl in your courtyard to preside over the gifts in the Duke's Mansion in the future!"

Yang Jian stepped forward and stroked Xiang's back and said, "Mom, although Miss Shen is not a serious prince and noble daughter, she is also the daughter of a gentry family. She has learned everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child!"

Xiang was shocked, and he didn't breathe for a moment, and coughed violently. Ling's mother didn't care about the duke's silent warning to him. She immediately poured warm water over and drank a cup. Xiang took a little slower. Looking at her son, she took a deep breath and said, "You can tell me about these, but the standard of an ordinary concubine of a royal family in the capital?"

Jiayi, who saw his brother and mother suddenly became nervous when he saw that he was fighting with his brother and mother, got up and sat down with Xiang's arm, and coaxed him: "Mom, don't worry! No matter what, it's not that, it's not that good! Even if there is something wrong, you, you are the one who is a squire. It's better to marry a daughter from a squire family than not marrying a sister-in-law?"

For the past eight years, Xiang has been worried that his son would not marry a wife, no, he would not marry a living person. However, once his son really fell in love with this small girl, Xiang was still very upset. Not to mention that her family was hereditary Duke's Mansion, even if her son was a hero in front of the saint, she could marry a princess!

Thinking of this, Xiang Shi said with a slight face and said, "Okay, don't worry about your brother's affairs. I will practice my own embroidery work well anyway."

He looked at his son again and said with a grudge: "You married a tablet eight years ago and have already stepped on the face of the Duke's Mansion into the mud. Could it be that you still want the Duke's Mansion to be ridiculed by the world again?"

When Xiang thought of the happy event eight years ago, she still felt like a nightmare, but the emperor personally gave the order, so she had to obey it. Otherwise, even if she was forced by her life, she could do it.

Yang Jian looked at his mother's tense face and suddenly sighed: "Mother, you look down on her so much. The girl will not marry your son!"

He originally wanted to say "I will not marry you if you are not a good man", but in this way, his mother would definitely be hostile to Gala. Daxing Palace was not her home, and Dugu's family was gone. She hoped that the Duke Yang's mansion could become a home for her to shelter her from the wind and rain, and that there would be a sister-in-law and mother-in-law who would love her.

Xiang was stunned and snorted, "It turns out that I haven't even taken down a little girl in the past half month!" After a while, he said with a little sadness: "You have not inherited your father's kung fu at all!"

He couldn't help but look at his son and said, "No matter how much you make a fuss, you must marry your wife first when you take a concubine. If you have a good wife, your wife will get a noble daughter!"

Yang Jian bowed and stepped back.

Xiang pointed at the eldest son who had gone out and asked the younger daughter beside him in a daze: "Has he responded, or did he not?"

Jiayi pouted and muttered, "Mom, do you really want your brother to be a widower for the rest of your life?"

Xiang slapped his daughter's jade hand and said, "Go back and copy the girl's book ten times. Remember, what the girl should say, what the girl should say, what not to say!"

This was anger. Gala's affairs were always a thorn in Xiang's heart. Jiayi said it without hesitation, and Xiang's heart couldn't help but feel unhappy!

Jiayi didn't say goodbye, twisted her body and got off the couch, and returned to her yard in anger!

After Qiutan in Yuanjuyuan beat the board, he was sent to the lower room of Furongyuan by two servants. Qiutan realized that he had violated his master's rebellion.

Over the years, she always thought that the master was thinking of Empress Qingyuan, and the women next to him were not attracted by him. Even the prime minister of Furongyuan, the beautiful prostitute who could dance Lingbo dance. None of them had ever seen it, and they were thrown on the big stove of Furongyuan like steamed buns.

She actually forgot that Dugu Jialuo was the first to make an exception to enter Yuanju Courtyard. Her stay itself shows that it is different from the people in Furong Courtyard!

Fortunately, Ling's mother is her godmother, otherwise she would be expelled from the mansion at this level.

Dugu Jialuo, who followed Cai’s mother to learn needlework, didn’t care about how a maid was doing. Her needlework was limited to needle threading, and she didn’t understand anything else. Cai’s mother was particularly careful and started teaching the needlework from the embroidery method.

Dugu Jialuo can no longer read the book of the beautiful and talented man. He practices needlework and thread, so he should pass the time.

She still lives in the original wing room, and everyone in Yuanjuyuan called her politely, "Miss Chen!"

I didn't think anything before, but now after signing the document, Dugu Jialuo feels it no matter how it is. It's like a name for a maid from the house. Every time I smile and correct it, "It's good to call me Jialuo!"

Who knows that when Qiutan was punished, no matter how you look at it, it was the Duke of the State who established her authority in Yuanju Courtyard and worked as a job in Yuanju Courtyard. They were all born in the house of the mansion, or they were particularly smart and served for several years. Who would not be able to observe the words and expressions and dare to call Miss Chen’s name only if you act desperately!

A autumn pond is enough for them to remember for a lifetime!

When Cai's mother went to the kitchen outside, Dugu Jialuo sat alone between the inside and outside the house, holding a small piece of cloth, stitching and threading a leaf drawn by Cai's mother. He felt the noise and raised his head and saw Yang Jian wearing a purple court uniform at the door. He thought he had not had time to change his clothes.

Yang Jian walked in and glanced at the rag on Dugu Jialuo's hand. He saw that the few needles on his head could even be crooked! He didn't feel a little funny in his heart. Even those who worked hard would not be able to do so.

"Clean up, I'll take you out of the mansion!" He said very naturally, as if the two of them were already very familiar with each other, but their voices were a little hoarse, as if they were trying their best to suppress something.

Dugu Jialuo looked up at the sky outside the house. The sun was just right, and it was as bright as it could bring back the dead leaves on the tree. He was unwilling to stay with Yang Jian for too long, but he wanted to go out and take a look. After hesitating for a while, he stood up and said, "That's all!"

Seeing that there was a bit of joy on her face that could not be hidden, Yang Jian felt very happy, and covered her lips and turned around and left the house first.

The Duke of the State ordered the carriage to be prepared, but Su Wei was still stunned for a moment. When he saw Miss Chen following the Duke of the State, he realized and responded quickly.

Yang Jian was not riding a horse, so Su Wei drove the carriage. Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo sat inside. The carriage was very new. There was a big word "Yang" on the curtain of the carriage, which seemed to be delivered. It was very wide inside, and a thick mattress was laid, a small warmer was placed, and a pastry, hot water, and juanpa were prepared in the dark wall. Dugu Jialuo was curious for his time, so he opened and closed it. He tried it back and forth twice, but he was completely convinced that Yang Jian did not exist.

Yang Jian didn't care, and rubbed a very worn-out purse on his body, with hair faintly appearing on the embroidery thread, as if he had been rubbing too much.

"Gala, it's time to change my purse!"

The person behind him suddenly whispered.

Dugu Jialuo's hands, holding the stove, numbed slightly, but he seemed to have not smelled it. He looked down at the small stove. It seemed that there was aged orange peel, with a faint astringent fragrance, which was very eye-catching when smelled.

Dugu Jialuo has been in Qingyulou for many years, and the most impatient thing is the mixed spices inside. However, every girl loves to use different fragrances. Although her aunts love her, she is not good at pointing out the daily routine of Qingyulou.
Chapter completed!