Chen Muqing suppressed the shock in his heart and said coquettishly: "Okay, you had a plan, but you didn't tell me."

Liang Jimin showed a surprised expression: "What are my plans?" After saying that, his face changed drastically, "What did I say just now?"

"You said just now, let me believe you, you will take Youhui and I to live a good life." Chen Muqing smiled innocently, "How do you know I'm unhappy?"

Liang Jimin was stunned for a moment. But he quickly returned to his gentle and gentlemanly appearance and smiled: "I think you haven't eaten well these days."

Chen Muqing was confused and nodded intuition, saying stiffly that he had already planned: "Isn't there a earthen stove behind the small bathhouse? Otherwise, we will change the earthen stove and make a small kitchen, usually hot dishes, and make some snacks..."

"It doesn't take much effort to convert the earthen stove to a small kitchen." Liang Jimin sighed, "The problem is that if you open a small kitchen, you have to use Tiji's money. Of course, the big room and us are nothing, but the second sister-in-law... let alone we just got married, so we said this, and my mother thought you were going to split the family. That would be even worse."

Liang Jimin's confused gaze kept flashing in Shen Muqing's mind. She was not in the mood to argue with him at this moment, and smiled embarrassedly: "Since that's the case, let's discuss it when there is a proper solution!"

Liang Jimin also responded absent-mindedly.

The two of them said a few more words indifferently, and Chen Muqing said goodbye and returned to the main house.

*******

The next day, it was the 24th day of the New Year, and the family was going to worship the Kitchen God. Chen Muqing, Feng and Wang Wenhui were busy for a day.

On the 25th, we started to sweep the dust and prepared for the New Year.

Feng was sympathetic to Chen Muqing as young as he was just passing the door, so he asked her and Liang Youhui to accompany the grandmother Ping, An and Kang to play with their three children every day, and he led Wang Wenhui and Dong's mother around him to handle the work, so busy that she was not touching the ground.

Usually, Chen Muqing is also very busy. He is busy making new clothes and receiving gifts - there are live peacocks sent from Yunnan, live pheasants sent from Fujian; dried abalone sent from Zhejiang, and fresh amaranth sent from Nanjing, all kinds of things, and there are new things every day. Now, Liang Youhui is running and jumping with the children every day and falls asleep. In addition to the daily dusk and morning province, Liang Jimin locks in the study without taking a step. Although Chen Muqing is a little lonely, sometimes he will feel relieved when he looks at Liang Jimin's closed door - she has not recovered from the shock she received from the conversation that day, and she feels much more relaxed to avoid her with confidence.

It was soon the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. The door gods, couplets, signs and peach talismans at home were completely renewed. The ancestor worship, New Year's Eve dinner and spring banquet were also ready. Wang Wenhui could finally take a breath and take a maid named Fuling beside her to Xianhetang to see the children.

Liang Youhui was taking Brother Ping, and Brother An was chasing the tortoiseshell cat raised by the old lady in Xianhe Hall. Brother Kang giggled in the arms of the wet nurse Zhou's mother. Chen Muqing held the hand stove and watched from time to time, instructing the little maids around him: "Look at it, don't let the cat catch the hands of the second girl and the two young masters."

The little maids smiled flatteringly from the side: "Don't worry, Grandma Third Young Master, this cat has claws cut."

Despite this, Chen Muqing did not dare to look away.

It was Brother An who found Wang Wenhui's figure. He left his aunt and brother and ran towards Wang Wenhui: "Mom, mom, mom, you come to catch cats too."

Wang Wenhui took out her handkerchief and bent down to wipe her sweat from Brother An: "Don't run so anxiously. Look at your head full of sweat."

Chen Muqing hurriedly stepped forward to salute Wang Wenhui.

Wang Wenhui returned the gift, Liang Youhui and Brother Ping also ran over, and Brother Kang, who was held in his arms by Zhou's mother, screamed at Wang Wenhui. For a moment, it was very lively and alarmed the grandmother, asking Aunt Liu to invite everyone in.

He asked the grandma to take care of the grandma and sat down. The grandma asked someone to take Liang Youhui and the children to wash their faces and change clothes, and asked Wang Wenhui about her preparations for her age.

As everyone was talking, Dong's mother beside Feng's side broke in.

The grandma's face was slightly dark, but Dong's mother looked blind. She looked excited and bowed to the grandma and said, "Madam, you are overjoyed. Our Marquis is promoted to General Xuantong."

"Clang!" With a sound, the sweet white teacup on the Tai Madam's hand fell off the kang table and fell to pieces.

Wang Wenhui and Shen Muqing stood up at the same time.

The official position of King Yuan Sheng of Zhen'an was: General Xuan Tong, the Minister of War, Wuyingdian University.

Now that Liang Yuan has been promoted to General Xuan Tong, what about King Zhen'an?

The lady's face turned pale, and she pointed at her mother Dong's hand and trembled gently: "Who said that?"

Mother Dong stepped forward a few steps and stood beside the lady, whispering: "Eunuch Liang from the palace has someone to come and ask for a reward."

"Then King Zhen'an..."

"Zhao Fu, the left censor of the Censorate, impeached Princess Zhen'an to overcome the system. Princess Zheng, and Zhang Canran, the Grand Secretary of the Zhongji Palace, rewarded the army on behalf of the emperor and questioned King Zhen'an. King Zhen'an was rude and stabbed to death by the prince."

In just a few short words, I don’t know how many storms and bloody waves are hidden.

Chen Muqing couldn't help but look at Wang Wenhui.

I saw Wang Wenhui looking at her with a clear understanding.

Just as they looked at each other, Chen Muqing suddenly felt a sense of mutual appreciation for Wang Wenhui.

If they hadn't met in such a situation, they might have become confidants...

"How is Zhen'an Prince's Mansion now?" The Grandma's voice had returned to calmness.

Mother Dong looked confused: "I don't know. The wife is talking to Mrs. Xiao Liang."

The lady looked at the broken porcelain pieces scattered on the floor tiles and said in a deep voice: "Be careful that the children have pricked their feet. Wen Hui and Mu Qing, you all go down first!"

Wang Wenhui and Shen Muqing both looked as usual and invited the grandmother to the wife. Wang Wenhui took three children, and Chen Muqing took Liang Youhui and went back to their respective yards.

Chen Muqing went to Liang Jimin's study again.

The one that responds to the door is ten colors.

Liang Jimin heard the movement and came to meet him.

He smiled like a spring breeze: "Did you come back so early today?"

Chen Muqing stood in front of the threshold, looked at the rice paper covered with small regular script on the drawing table behind Liang Jimin, and said, "I just came back from the Grandmaster. Dong's mother said that Eunuch Liang from the palace sent someone to report the message, and his father was promoted to General Xuan Tong." After that, she carefully observed the expression on Liang Jimin's face.

"How could this happen?" After a brief shock, Liang Jimin grabbed Chen Muqing's hand, "What else have you heard?"

His strength made Chen Muqing feel a little painful.

But this pain made Chen Muqing calm down.

At least, Liang Jimin doesn’t know the inside story. At least, for Liang Jimin, their marriage is “the decree of parents and the words of the matchmaker”…

She repeated Dong's mother's words to Liang Jimin.

Liang Jimin immediately looked angry, "The King of Zhen'an is the pillar of the country, the backbone of our dynasty, how can he use such a false charge..." At this point, he suddenly closed his mouth tightly, turned back to the room and turned around and turned around like an ant.

Seeing Liang Jimin like this, Chen Muqing felt soft.

There is no choice for a background. If Liang Jimin had not been born into such a family, he would not be tolerant in everything and would be careful everywhere. After all, he was just a 17-year-old boy... with a passionate side...

"Mr.," Chen Muqing said hesitantly, "Do you want to go to your mother's place to see? Eunuch Liang probably hasn't left yet..."

Liang Jimin suddenly stopped and looked at Chen Muqing with hesitation flashing in his eyes.

After a while, he sat on the chair of the Grand Master beside him with some condescendence.

"Mu Qing, you and Youhui go back to the house to play!" His expression was a little tired, "Xuan Tong is more than ten days away from here. What should have happened has happened long ago... Go back! I want to be alone."

Chen Muqing understood his mood very well, responded softly, tiptoed back, and helped him cover the door when he left.

But just as she stepped into the threshold of the main house, she heard Shise instructing the servant outside the door: "Call the car in the outer courtyard to prepare the car, the third young master is going out."

*******

The Spring Festival in the 19th year of Shunkang is destined to be an unusual Spring Festival.

First, the death of King Zhen'an, and then the prince was imprisoned. Then the empress dowager went to the Zhen'an Palace to visit the seriously ill old princess, and issued an order to give Yuan Sheng's eleven-year-old daughter a virtuous concubine into the court. The title of King Zhen'an was inherited by Yuan Sheng's younger brother Yuan Hao, and Yuan Sheng gave a grand funeral according to the rank of the emperor's uncle, and the whole country was mourned for three months...

These ups and downs outside naturally affected Chen Muqing's life.

First of all, Liang Yuan’s promotion cannot be handled in a large way, and secondly, the movement between relatives has become simpler.

In the second year of junior high school, Wang Wenhui, Liang Youhui and the child were kept by the grandmother and said, "...Your father-in-law has been promoted, there are guests at home, so stay in the big room to help... Don't go there either. Two young couples, one is pregnant and the other is ignorant. I'm really worried about taking them with me. Youhui also stayed and helped take care of a few nephews."

Liang Youhui pouted, Chen Muqing couldn't bear it, but when she thought of her illness, she didn't dare to speak.

Liang Jimin, Liang Shuxin rode a horse, Jiang Shuangrui, and Chen Muqing rode a warm sedan chair to greet grandpa Feng Jie.

I don’t know if it was the reason for the Chinese New Year or other reasons, the Feng family’s door was a little neglected. Seeing them, the chief manager who had been waiting in the gatehouse immediately nodded and bowed to greet him, and took them to Feng Jie’s place in person.

Feng Jie celebrated his 74th birthday this spring. He was lying on the bed unhappy and refused to get up, yelling that Liang Jimin's uncles would find someone who sang Pingtan storytellers to sing for him: "It's neither salty nor light, what kind of year is this..."

Wang, the eldest grandmother of Feng's family, was very embarrassed and pulled Jiang Shuangrui and Shen Muqing to the flower hall in the inner courtyard to serve tea, leaving Liang Shuxin and his brothers to talk to Feng Jie.

"The Marquis only has this hobby in his life, but this is during the national mourning period and when there are all kinds of soldiers, who dares to take the heads of the whole family to accompany him to be crazy!" Wang's tone was a little complaining.

Chen Muqing pretended not to understand and nodded, "Yes. If the censors knew about it, they would have to say something again."
Chapter completed!