Zhao Xiyan patiently listened to Zhao Queyu talk about what happened to Puji Temple today.
It was very happy at first. The family and their families were busy and busy, watching people and scenery along the way. When they arrived at Puji Temple, they were not crowded with ordinary people. They were led to the small Buddhist hall at the back by the monk Zhike.
Then, they met Mrs. Murong, mother and son.
My eldest aunt, Mrs. Sun, was a decent person, so she came forward and exchanged a few words.
Mrs. Murong was smiling and spoke in a strange manner: "I heard that the eldest son of your family failed to win the autumn palace last year and was unable to participate in the spring palace this year. He should come more often to burn incense and worship Buddha. Maybe there was trouble in the Zhao family, which affected the family.
It changed the feng shui of the entire Zhao family."
These words are both a gun and a stick, and the word "disaster" is even more harsh.
Mrs. Sun was angry in her heart and responded calmly: "Mrs. Murong is joking. Our Zhao family comes from a scholarly family. Both the son and the daughter have been raised strictly since childhood. Where did the word "disaster" come from. "
Murong Yan rushed to take over the conversation: "Everyone knows who is the trouble. Do you want us to say it out loud? My brother has been refusing to marry for her. Why is she not the trouble?"
Zhao Queyu was furious when he heard this, and immediately retorted: "The toad didn't eat the swan meat, but it's the swan's fault. This is really a strange thing in the world."
Murong Yan was also annoyed and glared at Zhao Queyu: "Who are you calling a toad?"
Zhao Queyu was not afraid at all, and opened his big, bright eyes: "Whoever jumps the most is the winner!"
Murong Yan's face turned red with anger, and she stepped forward to grab Zhao Queyu's sleeves and "argue" with her.
Murong Ke, who was standing aside, quickly grabbed the impulsive and irritable Murong Yan and apologized: "The third sister is impatient and her words are not pleasant to listen to. Miss Zhao Qi, please don't argue with her. I will tell Miss Qi on her behalf."
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Then he quickly said to Mrs. Murong: "Mother, let's go to the Buddhist hall over there to burn incense! Today I came specifically to pray for my father. It's not appropriate to cause unnecessary trouble."
Mrs. Murong then snorted angrily and left.
Murong Ke forced Murong Yan to go away, and after walking for a while, he did not forget to turn around and cup his hands at Zhao Queyu to apologize.
Even so, Zhao Queyu was very angry and his pretty face turned red.
Murong Ke couldn't help but take one more look, and then another look. When he stepped into the threshold of the small Buddhist hall, he almost tripped over the high threshold.
For the next half day, the two families avoided each other and it was relatively quiet. When they were leaving, they bumped into each other again. As usual, there was another quarrel.
The Murong family tree has deep roots, and Mrs. Murong is very arrogant. In comparison, Mrs. Sun can't help but feel a little aggrieved.
Murong Yan was even more sarcastic and spoke with a gun and a stick.
"...There is no good person in the Murong family!" Zhao Queyu said angrily and drank all the tea in the cup.
Zhao Xiyan picked up the teapot and refilled a cup for her: "Don't get angry with this kind of person. Just ignore him from now on."
Zhao Queyu said angrily: "They were the ones who provoked me first. We can't let ourselves be cowardly. Sixth cousin, no wonder you are reluctant to leave the house. If you had gone today and met them, you would have been furious."
Zhao Xiyan responded slowly: "That's not necessarily the case. If I go, they will be the ones who get angry."
This is true.
The sixth cousin looks elegant and gentle, but she is actually very powerful. If the sixth cousin went today, the people who would be so angry would be Murong and her daughter.
Zhao Queyu drank another cup of tea and finally calmed down, and said casually: "Speaking of which, the second young master Murong still knows some sense of shame in advancing and retreating. It's a pity that he was born in the Murong family and has such an unreasonable mother and younger sister. Who will do it in the future?"
Marrying him will bring you eight lifetimes of bad luck."
Zhao Xiyan glanced at her little cousin, who was still in love, and smiled without saying a word.
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Murong Mansion.
"Let me go!"
Murong Yan threw Murong Ke away angrily, with an angry look on her face: "Murong Ke! Who are you, the second brother? Why do you keep talking to that Zhao Qi?"
"Wait a minute, you must have fallen in love with that Zhao Queyu, right?"
A trace of red flashed across Murong Ke's handsome face, and there was a hint of guilt in his tone: "No, don't talk nonsense. Miss Zhao Qi and I have only met twice, and we have only spoken five sentences in total. And every time, you provoke me first,
I apologized and made amends. I didn’t even have a chance to talk seriously.”
Murong Yan looked at her brother's blushing face, twitching her lips, and looked at her mother who also looked unhappy: "Mother, look at my second brother! It's not good to like someone, but he really fell in love with Miss Zhao Qi.
Come on! The Zhao family is really a troublemaker. Not only did it harm the eldest brother, but now it’s here to harm the second brother!”
Madam Murong frowned: "No nonsense!"
"What nonsense am I talking about?" Murong Yan said dissatisfiedly to Mrs. Murong: "Look at the second brother's sudden love of love. When he mentioned Zhao Queyu, even his tone was different from usual..."
Madam Murong stopped Murong Yan with a sharp look: "You go out first. I have something to say to your second brother alone."
Murong Yan was also annoyed: "You won't let me listen to you! Huh! I'm leaving right now!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Mrs. Murong and Murong Ke's mother and son were the only two people left in the room.
Mrs. Murong doted on both of her children, especially her son, who was as eye-catching as she was. She was usually nice and kind, but she was never willing to say a harsh word. But at this time, she had a stern face and her eyes were like knives, which made Murong Ke's heart beat.
My face hurts.
After all, Murong Ke felt guilty and short of breath, and did not have the courage to keep looking at his mother, so he quickly lowered his head.
"Ke'er," Mrs. Murong gritted her teeth and whispered, "You are not allowed to meet Miss Zhao Qi again in the future."
Murong Ke raised his head subconsciously: "Mother, these two meetings were all by chance. It was also because of the verbal conflict between Third Sister and Miss Zhao Qi that I spoke to Miss Zhao Qi. I did not take the initiative to see her.
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How dare you talk back!
Madam Murong was angry in her heart and her voice was strong: "In the future, if we meet unexpectedly by chance, we should stay far away and avoid talking to each other."
"The Murong family and the Zhao family are not from the same family. Your eldest brother is so obsessed with Zhao Xiyan that he is not sure about getting married even when he is twenty-three. It has almost become a joke in the capital. You and Miss Zhao Qi must never have anything to do with each other again.
involve."
Murong Ke has been filial and obedient since he was a child, but he refused to agree at this time: "Miss Zhao Qi and I are just two-way friends, and there is nothing involved at all. Mother can scold me whatever she wants, but don't involve Miss Zhao Qi."
Madam Murong's temples were pounding, her anger was rising, and her tone became more fierce: "Don't talk about Miss Zhao Qi. What is the reputation of the Zhao family's girls? It has nothing to do with you."
Murong Ke frowned and retorted: "It's irrelevant. Mother shouldn't say that to others. Why should mother point fingers at a girl from the Zhao family if she has no relatives?"
