Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 297: The allusion of shaking a feather fan (3)

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The twelfth lunar month is coming, and the heavy snow, soft as goose feathers, is blowing, enveloping the capital with a crystal white snow, and occasionally it clears one day, Minglan asked people to release a few chickens and ducks, and stood under the eaves in his arms. With a smile, two rows of bamboo-leaf plum blossoms grow on the snow.

In the imperial capital covered in silver, a few are happy and a few are sad. Mr. Liu Zhengjie, the chief officer of the town's chief, personally led the guards and used hundreds of catties of oil cannons to blast the ice at the Beijing-Tianjin ferry and let the ships of Lianghuai The team docked and then personally escorted the team to Beijing.

A full forty big ships, loaded into two hundred silver cars, nearly eight million taels of silver, the convoy stretches for dozens of miles, and when the first car arrives at the residence, the last one has not yet entered the city gate ——The whole capital is boiling.

In the Lianghuai salt case, the emperor won a big victory, imperial means, and took off dozens of black hats in one go. Nearly a hundred salt merchants were implicated. Not only did he collect all the money for the salt tax this year, but also the two losses last year. For the money, there were also many big old cases. When the spring of the following year, the emperor would sign a special case for trial, and he would be able to dig out a lot of money. The emperor's rule of the country is not much different from that of the people. If he has money in his hands, he is determined in his heart. Whether it is to replenish the arsenal or rectify the officials, he will have confidence.

A month ago, Gu Tingye received the decree early, and once the money is allocated, he can resume his military service and make up for the lack of salary.

The emperor feasted on his officials, ambitious, and determined to make a big achievement next year. The Manchu civil and martial arts are self-satisfied; the queen called for the envoys of the third grade or above to enter the palace for a banquet. Pleasant, etc., each has its own rewards.

Many of the rich and powerful and family members come to have friendship with Minglan. This one has to socialize, and the other has to make friends. The stomachache of this meal is eaten straight. Thanks to the British husband's wife who takes care of Gu Minglan, she can handle it smoothly. .

"Look at your age. I'm afraid I'm younger than my daughter, but it's really not easy to be a big family." The British father-in-law had a fair face and spoke gentle and dignified, "The recipe of pickled green plums, I asked someone to do it. My girl ate very well, appetizing, and comfortable. I haven't thanked you yet."

Minglan said gently: "I love to eat, and I don't know if Zhang's sister is used to it."

The British lady-in-law smiled slightly, and a kind of extravagance was invisible in her demeanor: "If you are free, often go to Weibeihoufu. My girl is bored and doesn't like to talk, but she has a real heart. I'm afraid I will bother you to solve it; alas, speaking of it, Gu Hou and my aunt are better, and you and my girl should be like sisters."

Ming Lan's scalp was numb, and she had to respond to all of them. No matter how stupid she was, she could still hear the subtext of the British madam: I heard that you and Xiao Shen are very good, please help mediate their aunts, Okay?

The next day was a royal family banquet, and there was nothing wrong with the foreign ministers’ family members, but the little Shen reported afterwards: Empress Shengde smiled reluctantly.

"Hahaha, the position of the emperor is getting more and more stable, how can she come out laughing!" Mr. Gongsun laughed loudly, blew his sparse beard and kept shaking, coughing slightly in between. One day before the winter, this old man committed an old problem again, and Xue Jikang sang and danced shirtlessly. As a result, the wind became cold and the sick bed remained lingering.

Gu Tingye sat in front of the bed, frowning lightly: "It's the emperor Hongfu Qitian... Sir, please be careful of your body in the future. You are not young anymore. If there is something good or bad, wouldn't it make me regret it? ."

Gongsun Baishi covered his lips with his fist, laughed and coughed: "Zhong Huai has become an old man, and he has become more boring! Life is geometric, and he is a song of wine. When you marched to Anhui, the heat and the heat, you took the lead. Jumping into the Baimao River to take a bath, the little daughter-in-laws and eldest girls from several villages along the river..." Halfway through the conversation, he stopped for a while and glanced at Minglan who was filtering the concoction by the table. The old man stopped his mouth with a guilty conscience. Gu Tingye also coughed slightly, somewhat uncomfortable.

Hundreds of young and middle-aged people, naked and open-air bathing, it is a spectacular scene. Minglan laughed secretly, but only pretended not to understand, holding the medicine bowl and blowing gently, and turned off the topic: "The emperor is a great man. I only have pity for the imperial adult, who is the wife of me. I heard that everyone from outside will join him now."

Gu Tingye said: "That's also a book business, which has disturbed the officialdom of Lianghuai. The third and fourth rank officials said that he would take it, behead his head and copy his house. The king and I are not afraid. The method is a bit too much. Guilty of public anger."

Gongsun Baishi squinted his eyes and shook his head and said: "During the reign of Emperor Xiandi, several groups of people were sent to check the salt affairs, but it was gentle and drizzle, not wanting to offend people. What will happen? The dirt has turned into a quagmire, and he has to rush to give the emperor an explanation a year ago. Why can we smash this erosion without violent means."

Gu Tingye smiled bitterly: "I don't know how this is. The last time I went to Lianghuai, in broad daylight, there were dead men who dared to intercept the imperial servants. Alas, it's just a pity that the loyal minister..." Sigh.

"You think of him as Dong Anyu, but I think he is the master father Yan, perhaps a bit smarter." Gongsun Baishi said with a smile, "He is nothing but a small official, the imperial examination is not obvious, and his knowledge is not outstanding. There is no foundation in the DPRK, and he is partial and ambitious. How should I get ahead-I can only make dangerous moves! Knowing that this errand is extremely risky and offensive, I also know that people will be involved afterwards; this person bets. This is the emperor's heart!"

Gu Tingye contemplated for a moment, and then translucent: "As long as the emperor remembers his grievances and his loyalty, why worry about being hopeless." When today's son is strong, he will be quiet for a while, as long as his career is smooth, he will continue to rise. There are several grades.

Ming Lan listened intently, not even knowing that the medicine bowl in her hand was hot, and interrupted: "Sir, ask...If that adult is really loyal to the country, regardless of personal honor, disgrace, life and death?" She knew what was wrong with this. Yes, who would have caused the old man to laugh.

Gu Tingye said with a faint self-deprecation between his eyebrows, and said softly: "What about it, so what about not." For those who walk in officialdom, it is too naive to allow people to think for the best.

Gongsun Baishi smiled and waved his hand again and again, coughing and laughing: "Madam is upright, it was me who read the book crookedly and fell into the trap."

Ming Lan blushed and walked slowly over with the medicine bowl: "Sir, don't make fun of me, please take medicine first."

"I'm troubled, Madam." The old man was bitter and brave. He drank the medicine bowl and wrinkled the old face into walnuts. Gu Tingye took the gift of his nephew and got up and took a bowl of water to let him rinse. mouth.

The three chatted for a while, urging the old man Gongsun to lie down and rest. The couple said goodbye. The snow was full of outside. The two walked slowly along the corridor. Gu Tingye was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "There is something, I am afraid that you will be required to do it."

Ming Lan turned her head and listened, Gu Tingye continued: "Mr. Gongsun is over half a hundred years old, and the poor knee is still empty. Let's choose a concubine who is thoughtful and good-natured to serve her husband."

"Is this... Lord Hou thought of it himself?" Minglan blinked, but it didn't sound like.

Gu Tingye sighed slightly: "Mr. is open-minded and never takes care of nothing.... It's the letter from the teacher."

Gongsun Baishi and his wife once had a son, but unfortunately they died early, and the eldest brother died early, leaving a frail widow and a bunch of young nephews and nieces, so Mrs. Gongsun had to take over the housework and hold several jobs. Not only must he serve his in-laws and take care of his widows and sisters-in-law, he must also raise his nephews and nieces, and must not leave home to meet her husband.

Mrs. Gongsun suggested several times that her husband should take a concubine outside by herself in order to continue the incense, but at that time, the old man Gongsun, who was not an old man, had started to travel around the world and rarely lived somewhere for a long time. Of course, he did not care about having children. This time she saw her husband follow Gu Tingye to Beijing, which seemed to have the intention of settling down, and she was afraid that he would push three things and four things would happen again, so she simply asked Gongsun Meng to directly bring a letter to Gu Tingye, and please look for someone for him.

"If you want to take a concubine, you should pick someone out by your mother and send them to Beijing." Ming Lan said quietly.

Gu Tingye said slightly: "The letter only says that there are no outstanding talents in the countryside, and I am afraid that my husband is not happy. I will go back and ask him, among the maids serving today, there is something he likes, and I always want to fit my mind. That's great."

Ming Lan 囧, feels like a pimp, a bad old man who loves to run naked and idols is still picky!

Gu Tingye went to lobby the next day. At first, the old man was unwilling. His wish was to be a handsome guest of Mei's wife and Hezi, and he didn't want to be tired of the family. However, Gu Tingye persevered and beat a few words from time to time. From the pitiful teacher's mother to three unfilial piety, the old man gradually moved his heart. From Gu Tingye's point of view, the little meat dumpling is probably better than Xiwen. If he gave birth to a son by himself, from Isn’t it a great sense of accomplishment to teach? At the moment, half-push and half agreed.

It was the middle of the twelfth lunar month, and Mr. Xue was planning to return to his hometown for the New Year. Minglan specially sent the New Year’s gift in advance, and asked the two girls to pay an early year. After returning, Minglan announced that he would have winter vacation and he could not use it temporarily. After reading, the two girls cheered and ran away.

Qiu Niang chased nervously behind, as if a thoughtful hen was guarding the baby chick: "Run slower, slower, there is still snow outside, you fell carefully!"

Ming Lan smiled slightly, she finally knew why Gu Tingye would say that Qiuniang was pretty good, and Miss Fengxian occasionally threw some tricks, singing in the middle of the night, pretending to be sick to death, etc., but Qiuniang had only two tricks. Do needlework and block the way.

After being touched several times, she finally realized that Gu Tingye really had no thoughts about her, and she had to admit her fate, gradually lost her thoughts, and turned to Sister Rong. If Qiuniang treats people sincerely, she will sew and make shoes for sister Rong, accompany her to write and endorse her homework, teach her the female celebrity hand by hand, and turn the tricks to dress the little girl delicately. Caring for her, caring for her, human hearts are made of flesh, and the two of them have a bit of a real mother-daughter taste over time.

The woman was finally able to carry her, so after the red silk was gone, Minglan took the lead and carried her to be an aunt, and set up a few tables for banquets, asking her to invite her sisters to celebrate. At noon that day, Sister Rong came back specially, just to respect Qiuniang's three glasses of wine, and with the monthly money she had saved, she gave Qiuniang a heavy golden hairpin and handed it to her personally. The mother suddenly burst into tears.

The Auntie Qiu who was next to Shaw was kind to her. She took her shoulders and whispered: "Sister is a conscientious and will think of you well. Don't worry, she will be there in the next half of your life. Damn it."

The news came to Minglan, she was very happy, if she could, she would be willing to treat these awkward women well.

But right now, she has other troubles. Asking a young and light girl to be a concubine to an old man. She always feels really inhumane. After tangling for a few days, she still resists in her heart. Who knows after she told Mama Cui about this , But the other party laughed three times.

"What does the madam think? It's not forcing the good to be a prostitute. What is too unbearable. Mr. Gongsun's academic character is very good, his age is not very big, and the mistress is not by his side. As long as he gives birth to a son, he will be a prostitute. Forget it, the husband’s family is his. Wouldn’t it be better than marrying a small servant? Wait and see, wait for some wind to go out, and see how many girls are thinking of climbing this tall branch." Mama Cui insisted. Off.

Ming Lan was stunned, only to remember that Gongsun Baishi was about the same size as her father, but the air-dried folds were far worse than the handsome middle-aged man Sheng Hong.

According to this suggestion, Ming Lan made some noise in the courtyard where Mr. Gongsun lived. According to Ms. Cui, if she didn’t want to be a concubine, she would try her best to avoid it. If she did, just Will double forward.

The results are gratifying. Although not everyone is going to succeed, some of them are obviously more attentive. It is worth mentioning that among them, there are two or three young wives without a man, who are especially refined, fat but not greasy, and coquettish.

With the facts before her eyes, Minglan had to admit that concubines were a legitimate profession these days, and they depended on capital for food and were paid according to their ability. Okay, let’s find someone you like and do good things. I just don’t know what taste old man Gongsun likes. This pimp is really hard to pull, and Minglan has no experience at all. At this moment, she complains about old man Gongsun for being too careful. If he and a little girl have already cooked and cooked rice, it is only necessary to make up the ticket at this moment, wouldn't it be convenient?

After struggling for two or three days, Minglan gradually made a decision. The granddaughter of Aunt Pan, now serving tea and water in the courtyard of the old man of Gongsun, is very well-mannered and beautiful. The sister-in-law of Jin, who cares for the forest, is the most considerate of her four girls who have read books when they were young; Even the mother's niece, calm and thoughtful, beautiful... these are all nonsense, the point is that Cui's mother has been to visit, these are all willing.

While Ming Lan was biting her lip and meditating, she heard only a slight crisp sound, Dan Ju looked worried, and overturned the tea cup on the Kang table for the fourth time. The purple and golden silky pastel bowl dripped Rolling, tea was spilled.

"What the **** is going on with you today? You are out of your mind. I ask you and don't tell me." Minglan sighed and watched Dan Ju rushing to clean up, "If you have anything to say, what do you have before me? It's cover-up."

Dan Ju pulled out a veil from his waist, kept wiping the water on the kang, twisted it for a long time, and finally hesitated: "Then...Madam, are you...Are you busy with Mr. Gongsun's concubine? ?"

Ming Lan nodded and was about to make a joke, but saw Dan Orange's face was covered with rosy clouds, shy and uncontrollable, a strange thought suddenly appeared in her mind, and she was shocked and said: "Do you want to recommend yourself?" /

Dan Ju was stunned, and was about to ask what it means to "recommend yourself", only to hear a clear and calm voice outside the door-"It's not her, it's me!" Then the curtain lifted, and a slim and pretty girl moved. Come in, who is it if not Ruomei?

Minglan frowned, and said solemnly: "Forgot the rules? Which one told you to listen to the corner!" Dan orange hurriedly knelt down and said: "Blame me, she... she... I call She's here..." She was already confused, and she was even more incoherent at the moment. Ruo Mei was still calm, knelt down, and said loudly: "Madam, blame me if you want to blame it, I'm pestering sister Dan Ju, beg her Let me talk about it for me; just ask the lady to listen to me and finish talking, and I will lead the board by myself."

Ming Lan squinted her eyes, and after a while, she said, "You said it."

"Mrs. Xie." Ruo eyebrows kowtowed slightly and raised her head and said: "There is only a word left or right, I...I..." She gritted her teeth, "I would like to serve Mr. Gongsun!"

Ming Lan slowly lowered her face, then raised her hand lightly, Dan Ju on the side had already blushed into pig liver, and immediately flashed out, leaving only the two of them in the house.

"Why is this?" Minglan's tone was rare and serious, "I still remember that you personally said that you would never be a concubine."

If you kneel on the ground with straight eyebrows, Wenxiu’s pale face is scary, and two fires seem to be burning in her dark eyes: "The slave maid admires Mr. Gongsun’s character, admires Mr. Gongsun’s knowledge, and is willing to be a slave to her husband. A maid, a beast and a horse for a lifetime." As he said, he kowtowed again, "I hope Madam will make it happen."

Ming Lan held the armrest of the chair and hesitated: "As you know, I've been planning a lifetime for you."

You must know that the future of the mistress who came to marry with the ordinary maid is completely different from the same day. The ordinary, even if it is served by Shao's side, is at most no more than marrying a motivated servant or a son in charge.

Ruo Mei tried his best to suppress the trembling in her voice, "The maid treats us well, and the slaves know in their hearts. The slaves eat their words and are willing to lose their lives. He is punished by God, and only asks the wife to fulfill it."

The room calmed down, only to hear the beeping charcoal fire in the purple gold copper furnace. After a long time, Minglan said: "You should listen to me two things first, and then make a decision."

If the eyebrows are raised to look at her, the show's eyes are full of hope and waiting. Minglan looked at her, and then said, "Mr.’s wife, virtuous and gentle, has worked hard for the Gongsun family. Poor and husband-in-law have been separated for half a lifetime, and there is nothing under her knees. Therefore, the candidate is pending. First, I will The identity of the new aunt is sent to the husband’s home and handed over to the wife."

Ming Lan can almost feel Ruo Mei stop breathing, and she continues: "Secondly, I heard Master Meng said that his elder brother is about to beg his wife. In a few years, when the grandson and daughter-in-law come in, the wife may go to Beijing. The husband and wife are reunited; when the baby is born, the girl will be fine, the brother must be raised by the wife..."