Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 159: Back to the door (2)

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Ming Lan sighed slightly. She didn't want to settle the accounts after the autumn. She just hoped that Mo Lan would understand more in her heart. Don't take yourself too much as an outsider. It's true to ask brazenly. Here is a shot.

Looking at the harmony between their mother and daughter, Aunt Kang was a little bit sour: "Ming girl is now prosperous, and there will be many places pointing to you in the future. You must remember the benefits of your mother to you, and don’t forget your roots— —!" Half of her dowry was folded in the hands of concubines and concubines. She wanted to forget about a few marriages, but the Kang family relied on the family's nobles, and the poor wanted to show their style.

Ming Lan's mouth turned up, she smiled and didn't answer, but Rulan was upset. She was originally a straight child. Since Kang Zhaoer married into the Wang family, she regarded Aunt Kang as a despicable person. On Yoona’s face, she said earlier, “What is the matter of the Sheng family’s daughter shutting down your Kang family? It's awkward things like come to the house if you have nothing to do.

"Auntie, you are right! Sixth sister, you must remember that if you are good to you, you have to pay back, or you can't pay back, and you can't avenge your revenge!" Rulan wears pink velvet silver red silk silk makeup The little jacket is very dazzling, it also reflects her rosy cheeks, her complexion is quite good, and her life after marriage is pretty good.

Aunt Kang looked very unnatural. She lowered her head and ate alcohol. Yoona knew the ins and outs and felt sorry for her mother’s actions. Changwu treated herself very well. Over the years, she continued to help Kang’s family, and her husband’s family and Sheng Hong The family can't be more intimate, she doesn't want to be disgusting, and only hopes her mother will say a few words.

She pulled Rulan in a whisper to apologize, and while she was picking vegetables for Wang, Ming Lan sighed in her heart.

Hai’s watched the atmosphere a little bit stiff, so he came out to complete the field: "A few days ago, my mother went to Yuan’s house to see her big sister, and said that her belly was bigger than mine, and that it was smaller than me in the next month. That's it? Big sister often yells that her stomach hurts. Maybe they are two strong little brothers who are practicing in them!"

Speaking, all the female relatives laughed. Wang was the happiest and most proud. After drinking several glasses, the wine was full of wine, and her tongue was very loud. After two drinks, a maid came in outside, Minglan whispered a few words in her ear.

Ming Lan got up, smiled and said to everyone: "The old lady is afraid to mention me a few words, I will go first."

Wang is not clear anymore, Hai's smiled and said: "Go, the old lady has a lot to say to you."

Ming Lan smiled and said, turned around and followed the girl's departure. As soon as she left the door, she speeded up her pace and went straight to Shou'an Hall. When she entered the door, she turned into the left room, and a table was placed inside. The old lady is sitting by the window waiting for food.

Ming Lan was moved, smiled and rushed over, holding her arm and shook her coquettishly: "My grandmother and I have a good heart, I know that grandmother is waiting for me, and came here on an empty stomach!" The old lady couldn't help it. Face, smiled and cursed: "It's all for you, the monkey, waiting for me to be hungry!" Minglan threw into the arms of the old lady, please say: "I will rub my belly for grandmother!"

The old lady twisted Minglan's cheeks: "What can I do if I have an empty stomach, I'm afraid it hurts not to be hungry enough?" Minglan helped the old lady sit by the table and personally filled her with a bowl. Winter melon ribs and mushroom soup: "You eat, you eat!"

Mama Fang looked at her eyes and said, "The old lady hasn't been so happy for too long!"

"How long is it?" The old lady looked back and stared, "It's only two days!"

Ming Lan held her small face, bright and sad: "A day is not seen like three autumns. Oh, so many autumns, my grandmother must have thought I came up with lovesickness! How can this be good? Who told me to be so painful, can't it?"

The old lady finally couldn't hold it anymore, she almost burst into tears: "You don't know how to put gold on your face! You want a face!"

Ming Lan tilted her head, stretched out a pretty face, and smiled: "No! You can take it!"

The old lady smiled and shot Minglan with a straight shot, and the two smiles fell together.

This meal, the old lady has been listening to Minglan's chattering about the people in the Gu Mansion, talking for a while, laughing for a while, Minglan feels sad, knowing that after this day, I am afraid that the old lady will not be common, so she decorated with spaghetti and vividness. He said that the newly married day was fun and fun, as if Gu's family was happy and happy.

The old lady also listened with a smile. After the meal, the mother of the room told the maid to take down the table and dishes, close the door and go out.

"I have something to ask you, you sit down!" The old lady looked solemnly. Ming Lan had been with her for many years, knowing she was going to be honest, she quickly offered a tea cup and handed it over, and then sat down obediently. Waiting for instruction.

Looking at the tiredness hidden under the smile that Minglan tried hard to make, the old lady couldn't help but entangled. Since she heard the words of Mama Cui, she was also very embarrassed. This kind of privacy in the house is not easy for others to ask. , It’s best to see it without seeing it; the old lady’s thoughts turned a thousand times, and finally she said: "He... how good is he to you?"

Minglan tried to keep her thinking from crooked, flushed her cheeks, and whispered: "It's pretty good." Which way do you ask?

The old lady opened and closed her mouth, she didn't know how to ask, she simply changed the subject: "Who is in charge of your house now?"

Minglan hesitated for a moment: "Uh... this, my granddaughter is not clear."

The old lady seemed to have blame in her eyes. After thinking about it, she sighed and continued to ask softly: "How good is the house and garden in your mansion? I heard that it was originally the house of the first emperor and important minister, and it has been abandoned for almost ten years. Now, do I need to repair it?"

Ming Lan looked blank: "Um...I don't know." She didn't even get out of the bedroom, and she didn't know what the mansion looked like.

The old lady's eyes widened, her face turned dark again, and she asked anxiously: "Then how many fixed deliveries are there in your house?" I stayed with my husband and son all day, at least something!

Minglan twitched: "This... granddaughter doesn't know." There is no need to say a lot in bed, either sleeping or exercising.

One question and three questions, the old lady looked up to the sky and looked at her little granddaughter blankly. She had cultivated an all-round martial arts, but in the end it was useless. This new uncle only needs the skills of the lowest technical level. enough.

Ming Lan was ashamed and embarrassed, thinking about it for a long time, and muttered: "Grandma, don't worry, in fact, he treats me really well."

The old lady was helpless and sighed.

"...Grandma, Minglan knows what you mean, Minglan will be careful." Minglan knew that the old lady was worried about her, but she also knew that her situation was actually very troublesome. It was not that she didn't want to fight, but that Two days are really no time.

"Finally, tell me, what's wrong with your uncle these past two days?" The old lady didn't sigh and asked again.

Not going well? Ming Lan felt that he was not going well everywhere, his stepmother was difficult, her older brother was half dead, and the family's best relatives, she thought about it, and suddenly said softly: "Grandma, in my opinion, he...seems to inherit the title of Ning Yuan Marquis. "Gu Tingyu is terminally ill, and how long he can live is a problem. At this time, it is impossible to have a son again.

"Oh?" The old lady came and looked interested, "Why can you see it?"

Ming Lan held a bowl of tea in front of the old lady, and considered her tone: "The granddaughter also saw it with her own eyes. Only then did she realize that he had an unusual disharmony with Gu's family. It could be said to be'disgusting'; in many places like Beijing , If he really wants to break up with Gu’s family, make fewer contacts, and what to do if he lives so close, how can the emperor give him a gift?"

The old lady nodded, took the tea cup, and gently skimmed the tea foam with the tea lid: "reasonable."

Ming Lan sat next to the old lady and frowned slightly: "The granddaughter is here if I don't understand; I heard that the emperor wanted him to attack the majesty, and even called him to Xiangyanghou again and again, why...?" /

The words didn’t explain, but the old lady understood, she smiled and said: "You mean, if he really wants to attack the Lord, wouldn’t it be better for the Marquis of Xiangyang? The wealth is abundant, and you can get rid of that screwdriver. But what do you mean?"

Minglan nodded. In fact, she hates dealing with those best relatives.

"You are still young and don't understand the relationship inside." The old lady laughed lightly, patted her hand, and said kindly: "If you think about it, it's the same with a stone on your head, a stepmother. It’s better to deal with it, or is it better for a heir with strict etiquette?"

Ming Lan's heart was stunned, and she seemed to understand.

The old lady’s eyes flashed with a little meaning, and she smiled: "Your aunt is the second son of the old man of Ningyuan, and the eldest brother has no heir. He is righteous and righteous to take the title, and does not need to accept anyone’s love. It only takes the emperor to push it. Although it is now the Hou Mansion of Xiangyang, and the Mansion of Ningyuan is deserted and desolate, you can’t just look outside for everything. It’s easy now, and there will be trouble in the future."

Ming Lan was greatly inspired and suddenly realized. Mrs. Qin is the successor, not to mention Gu Tingye, she is herself, the decent mother-in-law is actually the late Mrs. Bai, and she can live well with the courtesy; but if Gu Tingye wants to inherit the title of the Marquis of Xiangyang, he is not included in the clan. From now on, regardless of whether it is the old lady of Xiangyang Hou, or the brothers of the same clan, he will have to treat and look after him, otherwise he will make people gossip about'ingratitude', and troubles will continue in the future.

The old lady leaned back slowly, lying comfortably on the kang's head, and said leisurely: "Your uncle, I'm afraid he's a stubborn personality. He hates being constrained the most in his life." Classic comment, Minglan nodded vigorously, this sentence is really correct.

The old lady glanced at her, and suddenly said: "A man with such a temperament, you only remember, one is not to be hard with him,...hehe, but you can't be harder than him!" Ming Lan bitterly smiled and sighed, and the old lady continued, "Also, depending on what he did, he should be a sensible person who doesn't rub the sand in his eyes. Just say what you want. Don't try to disobey the yang and the yin. Don't hide. When you try to play, pretend to be'virtuous', the husband and wife are separated from each other!"

Ming Lan lowered her eyelids and nodded—Mother Cui, you are so fast.

The old lady looked at Minglan's expression, knowing she didn't fully understand, she simply said something. She stared at Minglan, her tone was ruthless: "'Xian Hui' is nothing but a bodhisattva made of yellow clay, the tablet of Confucius. Bye bye, if you really do it, you will regret it for a lifetime!... Remember, your man is your support for at least half of your life! If you don’t like him, you have to hold him! Don’t call it The woman next to you got a gap! Don’t put on any high-level stinky airs, even if a man doesn’t have that thoughtful effort, you have to be able to watch it!" She seemed to be anxious, gasped, and the corners of her mouth were bitter, before she said: "You, don't follow me."

Minglan burst into tears, and fell on the knees of the old lady and started crying. She knew from a long time ago that the old lady's various teachings to her were more or less to make up for her own shortcomings in the past, and her happiness to Minglan Hope is also a kind of sustenance of myself to some extent.

Ming Lan gently stroked the old woman's wrinkled hands, and said softly: "Back when Mr. Zhuang talked about history, my granddaughter liked the "Pre-Gold History Han Bo" the most. General Han Dawei resisted tens of thousands with thousands of soldiers. Everyone persuaded the army to surrender. He was determined not to follow. Seeing that the army was defeated and the city was broken, he crossed his sword on his neck and only said that the plan is for people and the success is for the sky; if you do not plan, you have not tried to fight for your life. The Fengao mountain torrent erupted and the enemy was flooded for more than half of the time. The danger was self-solving."

Minglan’s voice gradually became clearer, saying every word: “The granddaughter remembers the teachings of her grandmother and will live with her heart. Regardless of good times and adversities, she will never be sloppy, will never be big, never arrogant, never negligent, never complain about the sky , Don’t give up lightly. Who knows, maybe God’s eyes open, and granddaughter will finally...the spring flowers bloom."