Feng Shaojun turned around suddenly and caught Feng Shaozhu's greedy gaze before he could take it back. He twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, half-smilingly, "Why are you looking at me like this, my fourth cousin?"
Feng Shaozhu blushed at first, but quickly calmed down: "Cousin Shaojun is so beautiful that I was stunned for a moment."
Feng Shaojun was well versed in the art of angering someone to death, so he pretended to smile coyly: "I really don't dare to take such compliments from my fourth cousin. I'm only slightly taller, thinner, whiter, and have slightly bigger eyes than my fourth cousin."
Just a few.”
Feng Shaozhu: "..."
Feng Shaojun looked at Feng Shaozhu's arrogant expression carefully, and then smiled and said: "Actually, the fourth cousin has pretty features and good looks. It's just that she used too much makeup."
Feng Shaozhu became angry and glared at Feng Shaojun: "I'm happy, it's none of your business."
Feng Shaojun behaved like a tolerant and generous cousin, and did not argue with Feng Shaozhu: "My fourth cousin doesn't want to hear it, so I won't say anything."
"Before I came to the capital, my grandmother prepared a lot of Jiangnan's best powder for me. These things will be delivered in half a day. Then I will give you some."
Feng Shaozhu was so stunned that he snorted from his nose: "I don't want it."
Feng Shaojun smiled leisurely: "I have good intentions, but my fourth cousin doesn't appreciate it. Forget it, I'll give your share to my second cousin."
Feng Shaozhu: "..."
Feng Shaozhu was so angry that he stared blankly.
Feng Shaoju, who was following behind, lowered his head, pursed his lips and snickered.
This new cousin Shaojun is really interesting.
Feng Shaolan stood back and watched the excitement without any intention of helping. She and Feng Shaozhu were often quarrelsome on weekdays, and she wished to see Feng Shaozhu defeated.
Mrs. Yao felt sorry for her daughter and hurriedly smiled to save herself: "From here to the left is Shaolan's Shaohua Garden, and to the right is Shaozhu's Qingyu Garden. Going from the middle, there are two smaller courtyards. Shaoju lives in
Juxiangyuan and Hexiangyuan have always been reserved for you."
Mrs. Zhou smiled and answered: "The yard is kept clean and tidy. There are two women and four maids."
The girls in the Minister's Mansion all have their own courtyards.
Even Feng Shaoju, who was born as a concubine, was the same on the surface. She still had a monthly expense of ten taels of silver.
This amount of money is enough for ordinary people to feed their families for a year. However, for pampered ladies, it is not enough to buy a box of good rouge.
Both Feng Shaolan and Feng Shaozhu were subsidized by their biological mothers. Feng Shaoju was born as a concubine, and his biological mother, Aunt Li, had long since fallen out of favor and was sick all year round. Feng Shaoju secretly saved the little monthly money he had for Aunt Li.
While they were talking, everyone entered the Hexiang Courtyard.
Although the house is small and well-equipped, there are east and west wing rooms in the lotus courtyard, as well as several guest rooms and servant rooms. In the small courtyard, some flowers and plants are planted, and there is an osmanthus tree.
Mrs. Zhou led Feng Shaojun around and finally entered the east wing: "This is the east wing. You settle in first. If you need anything, just send me a message."
In her previous life, she lived in Hexiang Courtyard for more than a year until she got married.
Returning to the old place, Feng Shaojun had no regrets. She took a casual look and responded with a smile: "Thank you, Auntie in the lobby."
Auntie in the lobby...
Mrs. Zhou twitched the corner of her mouth, coughed, and slowed down her voice: "Shaojun, although your father was adopted to the second house, this is all in the past. You are my biological niece, so you can call me aunt.
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"Sister-in-law is right," Mrs. Yao smiled even more affectionately: "How could the first aunt and the second aunt be as affectionate as the first aunt and the second aunt? Don't call me great aunt, just call me grandma."
"We're all one family, don't call it life."
Feng Shaojun smiled slightly: "I am very clear about the distance between closeness and distance."
Zhou: "..."
Yao: "..."
Zhou family and Yao family felt a soft nail, their faces were a bit sarcastic, and they each snorted coldly in their hearts.
This Feng Shaojun!
Now let her be arrogant for a few days. When she gets engaged to Prince Qin's palace in the future, her "good days" are still to come.
"You settle down and have a rest first," Mrs. Zhou said with a kind smile: "During the family dinner in the evening, let Shaolan lead you there."
Feng Shaojun smiled and agreed.
After Zhou and others left, Ji Xiang, who had been holding his breath, breathed a long sigh of relief and whispered hastily: "Miss, I really scared this slave to death just now. The old lady is so angry, isn't she afraid?
"
Feng Shaojun asked calmly: "What's so scary?"
Ji Xiang was stunned by the question, scratched the back of his head, and thought for a while before saying: "Miss is a junior, and if she contradicts her elders like this, it will bring bad reputation to her."
In the Da Qi Dynasty, men were superior to women, and filial piety was emphasized. If there was a reputation for being unfilial, how could we talk about marrying someone in person in the future?
Feng Shaojun twitched his lips and said slowly: "Don't worry! This matter won't spread. My great-aunt cares more about my reputation than I do."
Ji Xiang naturally does not understand the profound meaning contained in these words.
Forget it. If you don’t understand, there’s no need to ask.
As long as the lady is aware of it.
Jixiang's greatest advantage is that he is obedient. He quickly put the matter behind him and said enthusiastically: "Miss's clothes and luggage are still behind. I'll go and see if the warehouse is spacious enough."
Feng Shaojun led Jixiang back home first, followed by more than a dozen carriages of clothing and luggage!
Feng Shaojun did not spoil Ji Xiang's interest and nodded casually.
In her previous life, on the first day she returned home, Mrs. Feng performed a good show of reunion between her grandparents and grandchildren with tears in her eyes. Today, Mrs. Feng was so angry that she vomited blood, and she probably had no interest in "talking goodbye" with her.
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Bang!
There was a muffled sound in Yonghe Hall.
"It's really annoying!"
The more Mrs. Feng thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but slap the table again. Her palms were red from the slap: "This bastard has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. He opens his mouth to contradict his elders and has no rules at all!"
"If I had known this, I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and let her go to Cui's house! Look what kind of virtue she has developed now!"
Mother Xu, who was standing aside, comforted her gently: "Madam, let's calm down first. The third girl is young and immature. When she lives in the mansion, Madam will slowly teach her, and she will naturally understand the rules."
Mother Xu's hair is half white and she is nearly sixty years old. She is Mrs. Feng's roommate and housekeeper. She is also Mrs. Feng's most trusted confidant. Now that Mother Xu is older, she has long put aside all trivial matters and spends her days talking to her master.
say.
Mrs. Feng snorted heavily, a stern look flashed in her eyes: "You really need to learn the rules."
Otherwise, how could he show his face in front of Princess Qin with this look?
Although the little prince in the Prince of Qin's Mansion is a sick man, he is also a legitimate grandson of the Heavenly Family. He is an indispensable person who wants to be like a dragon and a phoenix.
It is not easy to get into Princess Qin's eyes.
Mother Xu knew Mrs. Feng's thoughts well and whispered: "The appearance of the third girl is really outstanding. When I saw her today, my eyes lit up."
"This servant dares to tell you what Chanyue said. The third girl is more beautiful than the old lady. She is more beautiful than the third wife who died of illness."
Beauty has always been a woman's greatest weapon.
Mrs. Feng was disgusted with her dead third daughter-in-law Cui. When she heard Cui's name, she immediately frowned. After a moment, she relaxed again and said, "Well, I'll put more thought into training her in the future."
