The tsundere girl in Quick Transmigration is not good enough

Chapter 152 Use multiplication to maximize the small, and divide to minimize the large

Feng Xiaoxiao's words made the old lady very angry, and shocked everyone present, especially Feng Nishang, who was kneeling beside her, couldn't help looking at Feng Xiaoxiao.

The old lady's hands trembled, and her face flushed with anger: "Presumptuous! You dare to talk back to your elders no matter what your status is! It really is the son of a dragon who gave birth to a dragon and a phoenix and a mouse who can make holes! You really deserve to be the son of the Liu family who crawled out of the stomach! In my prime minister's mansion, I don't even know half of the etiquette!"

Listening quietly to the old lady's scolding, Feng Xiaoxiao calmly raised her head and looked at the old lady. She was neither humble nor arrogant: "My granddaughter is just the daughter of the Feng family who came out of my aunt's belly. If we really want to think about her birth, her granddaughter is also a serious daughter of her father." If my grandmother said this, it would also be an insult to my father and my grandmother."

"Huh! Good! Very good! It really is a mouth that speaks eloquently. As an elder, I don't want to be as knowledgeable as you. You should go to the ancestral hall and kneel for a day and a night to reflect!"

The old lady was furious, and Feng Xiaoxiao didn't want to argue with an old man anymore, so she proudly got up from the ground and let Haitang and Lily lead her to the ancestral hall.

Seeing Feng Xiaoxiao's right back, the old lady became angry. Looking at Feng Nishang kneeling on the ground, she glanced at the red mark on Feng Nishang's face with disgust and patted the table: "You are the eldest lady. , since you can't contribute to the family, you should listen to your father's words, and the position of the crown princess must not fall into the hands of others."

As the old lady said, she got up and walked in front of Feng Nishang and continued with a look of contempt: "No matter what, the Duke's Mansion is still a cousin. After all, the Prime Minister's Mansion is your best support."

rely on?

There was a trace of ridicule on Feng Nishang's face. Although she had the lowest status in the prime minister's palace and was far from being taken seriously and received the cold shoulder, she was like a mirror in her heart about whoever treated her well.

She raised her head slightly and said: "As a member of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the granddaughter should naturally put the interests of the Prime Minister's Mansion first in everything, and naturally understands that all things will be prosperous and all will be harmed, but this marriage was not arranged by the granddaughter herself after all. It was agreed by my grandmother that it was arranged for my granddaughter, and the token is naturally not in the hands of my granddaughter."

Seeing these two people being so tough and refuting themselves again and again, the old lady turned cold and said: "I have lived for decades, I don't care what happens. Just remember that if there is no prime minister, you mother and daughter What the heck."

Seeing the old lady repeatedly using the current status of the prime minister to suppress herself, Feng Nishang said indifferently: "When my mother married my father, my father was just a young man studying hard in a poor window."

Feng Nishang's words directly touched the bottom line of the old lady. Feng Bingcheng is a good prime minister now, and he is indeed in a high position, but it was indeed the Duke's House who contributed to Han Chuang's hard study, but it was for this reason that many people behind the family Some criticize Feng's family, she, the prime minister's old mother, can't hold her head up in front of the Duke's mansion.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The old lady sat back in her seat with a look of disgust on her face and said: "As the eldest daughter of the prime minister's house, you don't think about the interests of the family, criticize your elders, and have no respect for your elders. I will punish you by copying a Buddhist scripture in the ancestral hall and kneeling down." For 36 hours, no food is allowed until the Buddhist scriptures have been copied!"

This set again.

Feng Nishang sneered in her heart. For many years, every time she made a mistake, she would kneel in the ancestral hall, beat and scold at every turn, and could not eat after copying Buddhist scriptures.

There was a lot of dissatisfaction in my heart, but after Feng Nishang thought about it, Bai still endured it, got up and went to the ancestral hall without saying a word.

The old lady behind her had a dark look on her face, and waved her hand to Chang's mother: "Still ask those two strong ones to guard the entrance of the ancestral hall."

"Yes." Mother Chang understood, rolled her eyes, and asked hesitantly, "Where is Second Miss?"

The old lady thought for a while, and there was a look of sternness in her eyes: "I will guard them all, copy a volume of Buddhist scriptures each, and you will not be allowed to eat until you finish copying, and you have to kneel for 36 hours."

Chang's mother was a little skeptical when she heard it: "Is the second lady also?"

"Do you need me to say it a second time?" The old lady turned her head and looked at Chang's mother with displeasure.

Mother Chang's heart skipped a beat: "Young maidservant, let's go!"

Then, taking small steps, he took two powerful servants to the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall at that time, Feng Xiaoxiao, who had been kneeling for a while, looked at Feng Nishang who was coming back with a questioning look on his face.

Watch the fun?
Ignoring Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes, Feng Nishang knelt down on the side, and the corners of Feng Xiaoxiao's mouth turned up, and she was a little happy: "You were punished to kneel too? It seems that I am not alone."

Unable to understand Feng Xiaoxiao's joy, Feng Nishang said helplessly for the first time to this second sister who had always been hostile: "Is this worth being happy about?"

Feng Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, and sat down on her calf: "You don't understand now, one person is miserable, but two people are friends who share the same disease."

Hearing Feng Xiaoxiao's words, Feng Nishang felt an indescribable weirdness in her heart, and at this moment, her mother's stern voice came from outside the door: "Second Miss, kneel down."

Feng Xiaoxiao straightened her back reluctantly, and as the voice fell, a sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and finally two wooden desks similar to modern folding desks were placed in front of Feng Xiaoxiao and Feng Nishang.

Looking at the thick volume of Buddhist scriptures and pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table, Feng Nishang has long been used to it, and the accompanying white screen is also habitually grinding ink, but Feng Xiaoxiao tilted her head and turned over the things on the table incomprehensibly. He turned his head and cast a puzzled look at Chang's mother.

Chang's mother said: "The old lady said that the second lady, like the eldest lady, knelt for 36 hours to copy a volume of Buddhist scriptures, and she was not allowed to eat before she finished copying."

"What!?" Feng Xiaoxiao was greatly shocked: "I heard it right!"

Chang's mother nodded with great respect: "Second Miss, you heard me well."

Hearing this, Feng Xiaoxiao widened her eyes and counted with her fingers. One hour is two hours in modern times, and two hours is four hours. That is 36 multiplied by two is 72 hours, 24 hours a day, 72 divided by 24 is three!
Three days!

Pulling three fingers, Feng Xiaoxiao said tremblingly: "Three days? You actually have to kneel for three days?"

Afterwards, Mother Chang closed the door of the ancestral hall, and all that was left in the ancestral hall were the flickering candles, Feng Nishang who had already started copying, Feng Xiaoxiao, and three maids.

Under the dim light, Feng Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at Feng Nishang, walked quickly to Feng Nishang, put her little hand on Feng Nishang's table, and interrupted Feng Nishang's copying.

"You just wrote like this? Three days! And this..." Feng Xiaoxiao paused, turned over the Buddhist scriptures on Feng Nishang's table, and muttered: "What is this! So thick!"

"Buddhist scriptures." Feng Nishang spit out two words softly, staring at the hands that happened to be pressed on the words she had just written in ink, raised her head, and looked at Feng Xiaoxiao forbearance: "Please pick up your hand." Is your hand okay?"

Looking at Feng Nishang's displeased look, Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the blurred words that had been pressed by her, and said in embarrassment: "Oh!"

Then he resentfully walked to his seat, reluctantly picked up his brush, Haitang and Baihe helped Feng Xiaoxiao study the ink, and the other helped Feng Xiaoxiao open the Buddhist scriptures.

Next to him, Bai Ping, who was studying ink for Feng Nishang, looked at Feng Xiaoxiao, and said something strangely in Feng Nishang's ear: "Second miss is so strange~".

Feng Nishang frowned and looked at Bai Ping in warning, and Bai Ping immediately closed his mouth.

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the big rice paper and the thick Buddhist scriptures spread out in front of her with a headache, and lay down on the rice paper with a mournful face: "Ah!!! I don't want to write this, it will take years and months to finish copying!"

This scene stopped Feng Nishang and the movements of the servant girls.

Is Feng Xiaoxiao like this on weekdays?
Is the Second Miss like this on weekdays?
(End of this chapter)