"Mother Qin." Hongyu approached, twisted her sleeves, and said softly: "Even if you want to worship Mother Huang or someone else who died, you have to go out first. If you bump into the master in the house, you will be blamed.
What should we do?”
Listening to her words, Qin's mother did not react for a moment. Light and dark intertwined in her cloudy eyes, and finally settled on Hong Yu's face.
"Cousin... no, are you Xiaocui?"
Mother Qin's eyes widened and she suddenly screamed.
People passing by outside only heard a strange scream and the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
When she realized something was wrong, she went in and saw Qin's mother holding Hongyu's neck with her hair disheveled, her eyes wide open, her teeth bared, and she kept muttering something.
Hong Yu on the ground was already unconscious, and everyone still didn't understand.
"Mother Qin is possessed, please save people!" Someone shouted, and chaos began in the room.
Madam Qin was beyond the control of ordinary people. It took the combined efforts of two rough women to control her.
Those weak maids have long been pushed aside.
At the same time, the news was also delivered to the eldest lady.
When she came over, the whole room was full of smoke. Qin's mother was pressed to the ground, her face was ferocious, and even her fingers were pricked with blood. Her usual majestic appearance was nowhere to be seen.
With some doubts in her heart, she frowned and turned to look at the doctor who was treating Hong Yu, "How is my maid?"
The doctor sighed, "This life has been saved. If it had been a few moments later, we would have had to collect the body."
"So serious?" The eldest lady was surprised for a moment. After the doctor's repeated confirmation, she asked him to diagnose Qin's mother again.
After receiving the crazy answer, the eldest lady also dispelled some doubts in her mind.
Is it possible that there is really something unclean in Biluoyuan?
"Madam, the smoky smell here is unpleasant. I'd better help you go back!" The maid next to her reminded her.
The eldest lady came back to her senses, nodded and left in a hurry.
All afternoon, she had been disturbed by the incident in Biluoyuan, and she always felt that something was wrong.
Seeing the maid in front of her busy, she thought of Hong Yu and ordered the little girl to take care of her.
Not long after, Uncle Jiang came back, saw his wife with a frown on her face, and waved the others to leave.
"Madam." He called as he sat aside.
The eldest lady glanced at her, "Why are you back so early?"
"I happened to have nothing to do in the Yamen today." Uncle Jiang saw that she had no intention of asking, so he continued: "I happened to meet the prince of Duke Jingguo today, and he asked me to do something. I couldn't refuse.
"
Having said this, the eldest lady finally looked at him and said, "What is it that you still need to tell me?"
Uncle Jiang thought for a while and told what Gu Shu wanted. After hearing this, the eldest lady's face changed slightly.
"Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just a statue of Guanyin..."
"Is there no one else in Tokyo who can paint, so Jiang Mingxuan must be the one to paint?"
She didn't believe it.
"That's what I thought, but he said it was a gift to Guanyin. If he could get a smart young man to paint it himself, it would also bring good luck."
It was really hard for Mr. Jiang to refuse the Duke of Jing's residence. Let alone the fact that his wife was the aunt of the Seventh Prince. The Seventh Prince had been frail and frail since childhood, so naturally she would not be a roadblock for the Sixth Prince.
The most important thing is that the power in the hands of Duke Jingguo is such that even the Sixth Prince wants to win over, let alone the Jiang family.
It's hard to refuse such a small request nowadays, right?
The eldest lady also knew this, which made her even more depressed. A boy who had been unknown for more than ten years suddenly showed up at the old lady's birthday and made people remember him.
In this way, how can we teach people not to doubt whether it was premeditated.
But she couldn't say this in front of Uncle Jiang. She couldn't refuse anyway, so she could only accept it.
"I will tell you to go down later and teach others how to do it."
Uncle Jiang coughed, "Shizi Gu is very anxious and hopes to see Xuan within a few days... The boy will send the painting."
"What, you want him to send it in person?" The eldest lady pursed her lips, with a look of disbelief on her face, "But a "relative" who is fostered in the Jiang family, Prince Gu actually wants to see him in person just because of a painting?"
"Prince Gu has been married for a year or two, and his wife has been silent, so she is inevitably a little anxious."
"But there are so many people, why do they insist on letting him go?"
Uncle Jiang had no choice but to explain that he had taken a fancy to Jiang Mingxuan's young talent. He had also seen that painting and it was indeed a good painting.
At least at my age, it is far behind.
As expected of him and...'s child!
Thinking of this, something moved in his heart. He only had a legitimate daughter from the royal family, but his mother didn't take it seriously. It was a pity for Jiang Mingxuan.
After all, Uncle Jiang finally convinced his wife, and the matter was settled.
The next day, someone came to the main courtyard. Jiang Shanshan saw that it was not Hongyu, but a maid named Qingpu who was in her twenties.
After seeing her standing outside the hospital explaining her intention, Jiang Shanshan remained calm and accepted the offer for him without waiting for Jiang Mingxuan's answer.
"The Crown Prince of Jingguo requested that this painting be completed within ten days. At that time, he will personally inspect it."
"Thanks for letting us know. We can save it."
Qingpu looked at the two siblings, waved his hand and ordered people to put down the things needed for painting, and then prepared to leave with them.
Before leaving, she glanced into the courtyard. When she saw talismans posted all over the courtyard, she felt frightened and immediately looked away.
Seeing the figures walking away faster and faster, Jiang Shanshan curled his lips, looked at the things he took in his hands, thought of that person, and murmured: "You still keep your word!"
Jiang Mingxuan came closer, "Sister, this painting..."
"It's okay, just draw it with peace of mind." Jiang Shanshan handed the things to him and clapped his hands, "Have you been able to answer the questions I gave you a few days ago?"
"The answer is yes, but I'm not sure whether it's correct or not."
After all, except for his biological mother and the books she left behind, he has never been taught by anyone else, so he can only figure out those issues by himself.
In contrast, Jiang Shanshan was not worried. After getting the answers from him, he left the yard with them.
The woman who looked after the door seemed not to notice her and locked the door as usual.
After leaving the Jiang family, Jiang Shanshan rented a mule cart and rushed to the study without stopping. The shopkeeper was not surprised when he saw her.
As she went to the backyard to make tea, she came behind the curtain and respectfully saluted the old man inside.
"Did you get the answer?" the old man said with kind eyes.
Jiang Shanshan presented a few pieces of paper, "My brother's answers are all here. Please take a look at them, sir."
The old man said nothing, only smiled and took it.
Half an hour later, when Jiang Shanshan could hardly sit still, the old man put down the paper and said, "What books have you read on weekdays? Did your mother leave any words?"
"On weekdays... I don't really like reading." Jiang Shanshan answered thoughtfully.
Maybe the original owner does, but let her forget it!
Sure enough, when he heard this, the old man was surprised for a moment, but he didn't worry too much.
"As for the words left by my mother." Jiang Shanshan glanced at the old man and said, "When I was young, I often heard my mother lament the unfairness of fate..."
"Unfair fate."
The old man murmured, thinking of many things in an instant, his eyes desolate.