Chapter 32: There is no one in front of the mother
Xiao Yurong glanced at Aunt Meng and said, "You, you will only be tinkering with needlework in this life. After you have given birth to so many children, you should straighten your waist in front of the other two bitches and go to beg the master more often."
Huanxin, let him go to your yard more often."
Aunt Meng smiled faintly and sat next to Wen Jiaojiao, twisting a ball of thread, "I already have three children, so I have nothing to ask for. If Madam thinks I have no future, Suqiu will only ask for this."
Xiao Yurong rolled her eyes but didn't say anything else.
Wen Jiaojiao found it interesting watching the interaction between her mother and Aunt Meng. Although Xiao Yurong had a bad temper and often suppressed and scolded Aunt Meng, he never treated her badly and was willing to let her get close to Wen Ruyue, which was regarded as acquiescence to her.
She can also be regarded as Wen Jiaojiao's adoptive mother.
Probably because Aunt Meng was sent by the Xiao Mansion, she was more trusting and at ease.
Even when her eldest sister Wen Wanzheng got married, Xiao's mother also added a lot of dowry and asked the second brother Xiao to see the bride off, which was enough to give her face.
The lights gradually lit up in the yard, and Wen Jiaojiao was lying on the couch working on the Luban wood. Mother Xiao was helping Aunt Meng cut the fabric there.
Looking at the harmonious appearance of the two, Wen Jiaojiao looked a little dazed, and his memory became a little hazy.
In the original book, except for the main characters, most people are just symbols and tools. But when she is in this world now, she feels that many people are not like the original book. They are all flesh and blood with emotions, sorrows and joys.
people.
Although Xiao's mother has a bad temper, she is also kind to the people around her. Even Wen Yanxi's mother, Aunt Zhu, visited her twice and knew that she also read books. She gave her many books, and they were all about journals.
A book of strange stories.
Although Aunt Zhu is a woman from a down-to-earth scholarly family, she is well-read in poetry and books, speaks well to others, has a gentle and charming temperament, and looks very smart at first glance.
A woman nurtured by books.
Maybe she is scheming, but she is not as black and white as in the book.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the slightly beating candlelight and thought that a book could only take a day or two to read. How many people's lives could be written about it?
Now she is truly experiencing every moment here, and her feelings are naturally different from reading a book.
"Jiao Jiao has always liked the color red, so why not make more red ones?"
Mother Xiao and Aunt Meng were discussing what color and style of clothes they should wear.
"Last time, Qing Yu asked someone to send a lot of materials to Jiao Jiao from the palace, saying that he would make autumn clothes for Jiao Jiao."
Qingyu is the queen's maiden name.
Mother Xiao asked someone to dig out the materials sent to the queen. Aunt Meng and Mother Xiao spent a long time there selecting and gesticulating on Wen Jiaojiao.
"Jiao Jiao is afraid of the cold, so I can make her two short coats. But it's not too cold in autumn now, so I can make two short coats for her new cloak."
Xiao's mother spat at her, "It's up to you to do whatever you want, anyway, I don't know how to do these needles and threads."
Aunt Meng said with a smile: "My mistress has watched my concubine make clothes for more than ten years. She has done this for a while. She just wants to be lazy."
Xiao's mother patted her, glared at her and said, "In front of Jiao Jiao, you are not allowed to speak ill of me like that."
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the two good mothers talking there, and her heart felt warm as if soaked in warm water.
"Hey, Jiaojiao, isn't this light a bit dark? Don't hurt your eyes."
Xiao's mother saw Wen Jiaojiao tinkering with the wood there. She was afraid that the light would be too dark and might hurt her eyes, so she asked someone to light two more lamps and bring her some snacks that were easy to melt and put them on the small table next to her.
superior.
Wen Jiaojiao was about to reach out for the cake, but Mrs. Xiao quickly grabbed her paw with her eyes and said, "Wipe your hands."
After saying that, someone twisted a warm towel and wiped her hands carefully.
Wen Jiaojiao stared at Mother Xiao's serious and doting face, feeling peaceful in her heart.
Lao Liu was quiet and did not remind her to maintain her personality or anything. In front of her mother, it seemed that they would not question whether this was their child, so there was no collapse.
A word about character.
In front of the mother, the child has no personality.
Wen Jiaojiao liked this atmosphere very much. After playing for a while, she lay there and watched Aunt Meng making clothes.
The materials given by the queen are all very bright and bright, and they will emit tiny bits of light under the light, which is very beautiful.
Aunt Meng looked at Jiao Jiao lying there with her big eyes looking at her. She was so cute and quiet, so she couldn't help but reach out and touch her head.
Since her eldest daughter Wan Zheng got married, she often visited Wen Ruyue to ease her longing for her daughter.
Aunt Meng's eldest daughter is the most sensible. Even if she is as pampered as Wen Ruyue, she can tolerate everything. Wen Ruyue also likes this eldest sister very much.
Wen Wanzheng learned her dressmaking skills and was able to make her own clothes when she was twelve years old.
Aunt Meng no longer had to make clothes for her daughter, so she devoted her passion to Wen Jiaojiao.
"The Queen really understands Jiao Jiao and knows what materials are most suitable for her. Jiao Jiao is so delicate and beautiful that she is suitable for making clothes with such bright materials."
Xiao Yurong also showed a smile, "Although Qingyu is always in the palace and Jiaojiao is rarely seen, they are just like sisters and have similar temperaments."
Aunt Meng glanced at Wen Jiaojiao and said with a smile: "Although I have never met the Queen, I heard that she is elegant and quiet. How can she be the same as Jiaojiao?"
Wen Jiaojiao curled his lips and pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Auntie dislikes Jiaojiao's naughty nature."
Xiao's mother joked and slapped Wen Jiaojiao's butt, "You're not just naughty."
Xiao Yurong showed a look of reminiscence on her face and said to them: "Qing Yu was proficient in horseback riding and archery at Jiao Jiao's age, and his appearance was as heroic and bright as the sun. His temperament calmed down after entering the palace."
"As for the statues of Qing Yu and Jiao Jiao, they are actually not that similar. Jiao Jiao is not that active and does not like to make friends with others. At least we Jiao Jiao are not as lucky as Qing Yu. We have been in poor health since we were young. Let alone horseback riding and archery, we have to go out.
It’s all hard work.”
Saying that, Mother Xiao and Aunt Meng looked at Wen Jiaojiao with their eyes full of heartache.
Wen Jiaojiao blinked and looked at Xiao's mother and asked, "Auntie, cousin, don't you like being a queen?"
Otherwise, why would she become quiet after entering the palace? She was so bright and lively before.
"Don't talk nonsense." Xiao Yurong reached out and pinched Wen Jiaoyao's cheek, "Your cousin is a queen and the mother of the country. Naturally, she must be more virtuous. It would be unseemly to remain like before."
Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but think of the emperor. When he was with the emperor, who had a frightening aura and his whole person exuded the indifferent aura of a flower on the high mountain, it is estimated that no matter how lively a person is, he would have to be quiet and virtuous.
"Qing Yu sent a message from the palace, saying that I miss you very much. I know that you have been suffering from minor and serious illnesses during this period, and I am very worried. When your foot heals, I will go to the palace to stay with Qing Yu for a few days."
Xiao Yurong touched Wen Jiaojiao's head. Under the dim candlelight, her expression looked very gentle, "Qingyu is very happy every time you enter the palace."