Is it really that scary to admit that you are inferior to others?
Chen Su, what are you afraid of?
Chen Shiba Niang closed her eyes, covered her face and knelt down.
"My child is stupid, please teach me my grandfather," she cried.
After sitting down in the room, the girl took a towel, carefully wiped Chen Shiba Niang's face, and handed her hot tea.
Chen Danniang poked her head at the door, but was quickly pulled away by the maid.
"Why did she refuse the imperial concubine's invitation? She became famous because of her running script, but how was she written in running script?" Old Mrs. Chen asked.
Chen Shiba Niang put down her tea bowl and lowered her head to listen.
"My sworn brother died in state affairs, and his achievements were buried by false claims. She, a little girl, did not hesitate to offend the power of God and started such a big battle to get her wish. Think about it, how many accidents happened during this period, any accident was possible.
"Everything she has done has been in vain. Not only has it been in vain, it will also come back to bite her. Even if it seems like the weather has cleared up now, there are actually a lot of risks hidden in it." Old Mrs. Chen said, "Eighteen Mother, you have been tortured since you were a child.
Your parents have taken care of you since you grew up, and our Chen family is considered a wealthy family. For you, pricking your finger with a needle may be a big deal. How can you compare with Mrs. Cheng with such a state of mind?"
Chen Shiba Niang lowered her head.
"Have you ever seen her smile?"
"Why doesn't she talk?"
"The things in this world are too cruel to her. She can't laugh and has nothing to say."
"Mother Eighteen, you know that everyone praises the writing on this tombstone. It is the second best in the world. You know that they all say yes, but do you know why they say it is yes?"
"It's a grief that cannot be expressed in words. Only when every word comes from my heart can it be written."
"How could she regard this as a word of appreciation? How could she be so happy and proud of becoming famous?"
"She would rather not write these words, she would rather not write these words at all."
"Eighteenth Mother, what is there to envy?"
"Eighteen Mother, as I said before, always have a compassionate heart and see how she got her good reputation in the eyes of the world."
"Eighteen Niang, she doesn't care. Whoever wants it can take it. She doesn't care! Others care, but what do you want her to do? What can she do? Who can she do except herself?"
"If, according to what you said, she couldn't even write on her tombstone, or even cry out for her adopted brother? Did she have to hide? She wrote and cried in front of people, and the world praised her for it. This is
Is she trying to gain fame?"
"As for setting up a table in front of the door and writing, it's just out of her heart. People want to see it, and she just wants to write, so why not? She has a clear conscience and is at ease with her heart. Should she still worry about what others think? It will make her uncomfortable.
Who is happy and who is unhappy? Does she have to worry about others and can't even do it herself? "
"Eighteenth Mother, this is too much!"
"Eighteen Mother, God is ruthless. It's better not to bully others and be more compassionate."
Chen Shiba Niang leaned on the ground and cried loudly again.
"Grandpa, I was wrong." she cried, standing up, "I'm going to apologize to her."
"You don't have to go." Old Mrs. Chen called to her, "A sin is a sin, and there is no way to make amends."
Chen Shiba Niang stopped and covered her face.
"Danniang and I will go there," Old Mrs. Chen said. He stood up and walked out, calling for Danniang.
Chen Shiba Niang stood by the door, looking at Old Mrs. Chen and Chen Danniang who had run impatiently from the side.
"...Do you want to go to Mrs. Cheng's house? That's great...it's all my fault, I still have to learn how to cook from Mrs. Cheng..."
A childish voice came over.
It's great to be a child, to be able to look up to her and admire her without any distractions.
Grandfather, admit that you are not as good as others and that you are not terrible.
The scary thing is to admit that someone who is supposed to be inferior to you is worse than yourself.
On the 18th day of the 10th month, Taishi Bureau chose it as an auspicious day, and King Ping and King Qing left the palace and entered the palace.
The next day, Chen Shiba Niang prepared her car and went out.
"Eighteen Mother, are you going to Prince Ping's Mansion?" Mrs. Chen asked with some uncertainty.
"Mother, it's time for me to teach Prince Ping the calligraphy." Chen Shiba Niang said with a slight smile.
Mrs. Chen and her daughters behind her looked a little strange.
"Eighteenth Mother, the Imperial Concubine said those words, you..." One of the sisters couldn't help but say.
When the imperial concubine was going to ask Mrs. Cheng to teach her calligraphy, someone euphemistically said that Chen Shiba Niang's writing was not bad, and besides, she was the one whom your majesty had agreed to invite to teach the eldest prince his calligraphy. The imperial concubine scoffed.
"It's just that they can write. There are many people in the world who can write, and we want the best ones," she said.
Naturally, these words could not be concealed from others, which is why the two young ladies in front of Cheng Jiaoniang's house that day mocked us for not being able to write.
"Your Majesty has allowed me to confer orders on His Highness, and there is no holy will that says I don't have to go." Chen Shiba Niang said with a smile, "What other people say has nothing to do with what I want to do."
The sisters nodded.
Mrs. Chen also sighed with some relief.
"It's just that Prince Ping entered the palace yesterday. Will he go there in a few days?" She asked again.
Chen Shiba Niang shook her head.
"His Royal Highness is a very diligent person." She said, "Don't talk about today, even yesterday you will definitely not delay your homework."
Even if they have no talent, they are diligent and determined, and God will not bully them.
The carriage drove through the street. When it reached Yudai Bridge, Chen Shiba Niang lifted the curtain and looked at the door over there, which was still full of people.
The woman was sitting in the middle, holding a pen and writing on the paper hanging on the shelf. She couldn't see what she was writing even from a distance.
Since there is no comparison, then just do your own thing.
Chen Shiba Niang lowered the car curtain.
Her carriage passed by, and Cheng Jiaoniang also stopped writing. Because the crowd dispersed and the street became a little crowded, a carriage was blocked.
The entourage beside the carriage immediately wanted to move forward, but was stopped by the people in the carriage.
"It will be over in a moment."
The car curtain opened, revealing a man in regular clothes, it was Gao Lingbo.
"What's the rush?"
The entourage responded and retreated. Gao Lingbo looked over and saw the bustle in front of the Yudai Bridge, and many people were washing pens by the river under the bridge.
"Oh, I'm doing laundry." Several women complained.
"Sorry, sorry." The scholars said with a smile, "The clothes can be washed later, but the pens cannot."
It caused a lot of noise and laughter, full of market interest.
"Is this where these people read?" Gao Lingbo asked with interest.
"Yes, sir, because I wash my pens here after reading and writing, the river water will be dyed black every time there are so many people." The attendant hurriedly said respectfully, "Someone even made a pen-washing picture for this. Many people
It is sought after, saying that in ancient times there were chapters to encourage learning, and now there are drawings to cleanse one’s pen.”
Gao Lingbo laughed.
"These scholars will praise themselves." He said, his eyes falling on the door of the house.
"But now Madam Cheng is famous among the scholars. No one mentions her as a magic trick to deceive the people anymore. If she mentions it, she is criticized as stupid." The attendant whispered, "Nowadays, she is also called Madam of Jiangzhou.
"
"Jiangzhou people will be proud of it." Gao Lingbo smiled and narrowed his eyes, "It's good to be famous. It's good to be famous. I think her parents will be very happy too."
"Sir, it is said that Mrs. Cheng is not getting along with her elders. In Jiangzhou, she sued her uncles in order to fight for money." The attendant said with a somewhat strange smile.
"Don't talk nonsense." Gao Lingbo shook his head and said, "That must be a misunderstanding. How can Mrs. Cheng be such an unfaithful, unjust and unfilial person?"
The entourage couldn't help but shudder.
What if it's not a misunderstanding? Then wouldn't Mrs. Cheng be an unfaithful, unjust and unfilial person?
Today's Holy One is kind and merciful, in the name of filial piety. If he learns that such a famous and valued young lady is actually unfaithful and unfilial, then...
You are indeed an adult, Mianyu has a murderous knife!
"Oh, speaking of which, Mrs. Cheng's father should be transferred this year, right?" Gao Lingbo said with a slight smile, "What's his name?"
At this time, Mr. Cheng Er, who was far away in Jiangzhou, sneezed heavily.
"Who the hell is talking about me?"
Mr. Cheng Er was very angry, so he got up and walked back and forth in the house, muttering a string of names.
Mrs. Cheng Er next to these names is no stranger. Even if she was a stranger before, she is no longer a stranger now.
These are all Mr. Cheng's bosses and classmates, people he has dated and received benefits from, but now they are talked about every day by Mr. Cheng with gnashed teeth.
"Laizhou is so accurate. When I took money to accept gifts, each one was more truthful than the other, but it turned out that they were just playing tricks on me again!" He said angrily, "Haizhou, you asked me to go to Haizhou, what are you talking about?
Almost? Is it almost the same if it’s just one note different?”
Mrs. Cheng Er was also so anxious that bubbles appeared at the corners of her mouth.
"Master, where did the mistake go wrong? It was obviously correct?" she asked anxiously.
"It's the boss, the boss, why am I the boss? This has been agreed upon by the boss, so why can't the boss work again?" Mr. Cheng Er said.
"Did you still not move around?" Mrs. Cheng Er said, "That Liu Yukun is simply unreliable."
It's also possible.
Master Cheng Er frowned and stopped.
"No, I have to go there myself." He said. (To be continued)
