Mrs. Pin, one of the Red House

Mrs. Wang got up early today, and after breakfast, she sat down on the arhat bed in her living room with a sullen face, carefully scrutinizing his expression, most likely he was suppressing his anger.

But she didn't last long at all in this silence.

A crisp sound of porcelain shattering tore apart the surrounding tranquility.

Ning Yun came over to say hello, but who knew that just after entering the door, she saw Mrs. Wang throwing the teacup on the ground, she was taken aback by the flying debris, and then walked over with a smile and said, "Mother, are you angry?"

Mrs. Wang turned around, "My cat bites the chicken the other way around."

Ning Yun waved his hand, motioned the maids to go down, and personally poured a cup of tea for Mrs. Wang, "Mother, please calm down, I am young and ignorant, please teach me slowly."

Mrs. Wang snatched the tea and put it aside, "Teach me slowly, you are not a child, people say that you are old at the age of three, and now you bend your elbows outward, I can count on your help in the future? "

Ning Yun lay down along the edge of the bed, looked at Wang Shi, and smiled.

"So it's because of this, mother, are you still angry?" Ning Yun was amused by the Wang family, "How can it be so easy to replace a concubine with a concubine?" No one saw that you were in confinement, mother, this son appeared out of nowhere, and father had to be read by the censor? He didn't have the guts."

Wang thinks about it too.

The former Shi Ding did have a big fight with her after returning home because of Tan Yun, but he didn't mention anything about putting the child under her name.

Ning Yun is indeed smart, but he is still a child.

But she still couldn't suppress her anger, raised her slender eyebrows, "It's all your good idea."

Ning Yun shook his head, "I learned from my mother."

Mrs. Wang broke down, annoyed and funny, and pulled Ning Yun up, "I'm covered in ashes, really, go and play with your sisters, let me be quiet for a while."

Ning Yun didn't leave, but leaned in front of Wang, "Where's dad? Isn't this Muxiu?"

"The study at the front is talking to your second uncle." Without thinking too much, Wang directly explained Shi Ding's whereabouts.

Ning Yun hummed, then saluted and turned to go out.

But she didn't go to Lan Yun's room—these sisters were all playing with Lan Yun in the past few days, but went back to her own room first, and called Bin Lan Tingxiao to her.

These two people are what she is used to these days, and according to her observation, they are considered reliable.

After waiting for so many days, she finally found her chance.

Bin Lan was a little puzzled, He Ting Xiao looked at me and I looked at you, all with blank faces, no one knew what the third girl was going to explain.

Ning Yun used the tea lid to skim off the floating tea, and said to Bin Lan, "The eight-treasure sauce duck and jade soup that the kitchen sent last time were good, let them bring some more today."

Binlan was taken aback.

Both the duck and soup are easy to get, as long as you find a third-class maid to tell them, Sister Li in the kitchen will have to bring them over, why let her make this trip?

She couldn't figure it out.

"When you go, you have to go through Lanyue Pavilion." Ning Yun looked at Bin Lan's expression, "If the window of Lanyue Pavilion is closed, don't worry about it, go directly to the kitchen, if it is open, you can Stand at the foot of the window far away, don't go there, stay for a while, and remember every word you hear and tell me, do you understand?"

If it is talking about unimportant things, the windows must be closed. If it is a secret conversation, the windows will be opened instead.

Guochao spies are everywhere, and they were also forced to come out.

Ning Yun observed in the past few days that Bin Lan's ears were sharper than other maids.

The second monk Binlanzhang was puzzled.

"Girl, Lanyue Pavilion is the master's study, isn't this..." She was a little embarrassed.

"If you are told to go, you can go." Ning Yun folded his hands, playing with the finger wrench that Wang gave her a few days ago.

Although Bin Lan didn't know why, she had no choice but to agree and walked out quickly.

After Bin Lan left, Ning Yun pulled Ting Xiao, "Come with me to where Lan Yun is."

Ting Xiao supported Ning Yun, and the master and servant walked towards Lan Yun's residence. Who knew that when they got on the bridge over the artificial lake, Ning Yun went straight to the east and walked into the yard that Tan Yun tidied up the day before yesterday. .

After all, it was a person who was used to wearing flowerpot bottoms. She walked so fast that Ting Xiao couldn't keep up at all. She wanted to pick up her skirt and chase after her. When she reached the entrance of the yard, she followed Ning Yun out of breath.

Ting Xiao is timid and afraid of ghosts and gods, it seems to be snowing today, the sky is already cloudy, and someone died in this yard, her legs go limp, she almost kneels on the ground, and quickly grabs Ning Yun's dark purple embroidered with broken grapes Cloak, begging: "Girl, here is very dark, be careful what hits you."

Ning Yun shook off Ting Xiao's hand, "Death is like a lamp going out, so where is there any retribution?"

If there was a word of retribution, thousands of her would have died for others.

Seeing that Ting Xiao was a little loose, she said again: "When a person is alive, he is just a maidservant. He has short experience and knows few things. Could it be possible that after death, he can stir up some troubles?"

Ting Xiao had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

With a squeak, Ning Yun pushed the door open. It has only been three days, and the furnishings in the house are still brand new. Unfortunately, the owner of the house is not lucky enough to live there.

All white jade antiques are placed on the sandalwood shelf, and peonies are painted on the glass four-fold screen, which symbolizes wealth and honor.

The carved beams, painted buildings, and even the chairs are all made of yellow pear wood. The patterns are complex and overlapping, and the changes are endless. At first glance, it is the craftsmanship of Jiangnan.

It has to be said that her father was really interested.

She has always had doubts in her mind.

Although at this time it is no different from the previous dynasty, the four major families in Jinling have more or less used internal friction, but in terms of wealth and family background, as far as Ning Yun knows, the Jia family of "Jia is not Jia, white jade is the horse for the family" , It is far away from "Afang Palace, three hundred miles, can't live in a history of Jinling" can afford it.

The descendants of the Shi family are quite competitive and have a place, but most of the descendants of the Jia family are not well-known, but the Jia family is still rich and wealthy, and the family style of the Jia family is not as strict as the Shi family, because of her uncle's incident Mrs. Tai hates concubines the most, and the aunts of Shi's mansion have to live carefully with her, while the aunts of Jia's mansion are all decent people. From this point of view, Tan Yun should choose to be the aunt of Jia's mansion. .

But Tan Yun followed her father.

Moreover, the battle situation in the Northwest was unclear at that time. When Tan Yun and Shi Ding went to the Northwest, it was the time when the outcome was the least obvious. At that time, I heard from Bin Lan and others that even the Wang family was sweating every day. , copying Buddhist scriptures all day long.

Everyone has a reason behind what they do.

People die for wealth, and birds die for food. This is an eternal truth.

Tan Yun was also a first-class maidservant in Jia's mansion, a respectable person with a lot of private houses, and Tan Yun was also a beautiful woman, and she would have a bright future with a young man in the future, but she just gave up her original intention. With the status and everything she got, she gambled and followed her father.

If a young person looks at it, I am afraid that it is love at first sight.

It's a pity that Ning Yun's family has been ups and downs after 30 years, and he doesn't believe in true love at all.

For Tan Yun to act like this, there are nine out of ten reasons that it is the Jia family's trouble, and it is not a trivial matter. If you think about it, it may be a major matter of ransacking the house and exterminating the public, and Tan Yun knows some privacy, so he planned early. Jia's family escaped.

It's a pity that she is a maid after all, with shallow eyelids, and Ning Yun felt sorry for her.

The four princes and eight princes are all one. If the emperor still uses people from the four princes and eight princes, the Jia family will be unlucky.

She looked around the room.

The branches outside the cyan screen window sway with the wind, shadowy and shadowy.

I have to say that the decoration in this room is also elegant, and this maid is also a wonderful person.

"Turn out all the things that are close to her body." Ning Yun ordered Ting Xiao in a cold voice.

Tan Yun died in a hurry, and it was the end of the year, and no one tidied up the yard, fearing that all personal things would be placed in this room.

Ting Xiao bit the bullet and agreed, tumbling all over.

There are not many personal things for Tan Yun, but a few newly-made clothes, hairpin jewelry, a few silver notes, and a head of hibiscus, white jade, emerald and ruby ​​inlaid.

It seems that this is the outer room, so I changed all my clothes.

"You look carefully, her deed of prostitution should have been returned to her, and should be kept." Ning Yun searched for a long time but couldn't find what she wanted.

Ting Xiao responded, turned around again, and finally walked over with a sad face.

Ning Yun nodded, it doesn't matter if he can't find it, at worst, when Xiangyun goes to play someday, she will also go there, and ask people in Jia's house to find out.

She was about to fold the clothes and put them back when she suddenly let out a snort.

The edge of the tulip-colored soft silk Su-embroidered cotton beige at the bottom is not edge-sealing interlaced embroidery, but ordinary stitches that are often seen at home.

Ning Yun quickly took out the beanie for a closer look.

The neckline of the beige is double-sided embroidery, which is the craftsmanship of Si Tianshang's embroiderer in the capital. She also has one. Sitianshang's business is big, so although the embroiderers come from different places, the craftsmanship is the same.

They all use overlapping embroidery.

And the waist of this beige is embroidered. Although the stitches are fine and dense, there are large gaps, which do not match the dense stitches around it, and it is a mess.

The other places are all folded embroidery, including the most inconspicuous places such as cuffs.

"Find me a pair of scissors." Ning Yun stared at it, and ordered Ting Xiao, who turned around and got the scissors from the embroidery frame and handed them over.

Ning Yun cut open the edge of the beanie along the side, took out the cotton, and sure enough there was a world inside.

In addition to the deed of sale she was looking for, there were also a few bank notes, all of which were of small denomination, a few pawn notes, which were for Hengshu's business, and a few land deeds, which were for fields in the countryside of Suzhou, Jiangnan.

The land and Zhuangzi are not big, and the south of the Yangtze River is no better than the north, with less land and more people. These few acres of land are also a good price.

Ning Yun carefully looked at Tan Yun's contract of selling himself, and couldn't help frowning.

Tan Yun is from the north, and his home is in Beijing.

Why sell fields to the south?Judging from the dates, some are from the past few months, and some are from a long time ago. When he was in Jia's mansion, Tan Yun was planning to buy land in the south.

Ning Yun tightened his hands, and instantly crumpled Tian Qi.

She remembered that before the Li family ransacked the house to question the crime, a maid got wind of it in advance, and secretly used the private house to buy land, and after receiving grace, she dragged her family and fled to the south.

Exactly the same means.

Ning Yun let go of his hands and told Ting Xiao, "Put these things in their original places." Then he put the land deed and other bank notes in his sleeve and took them away, without waiting for Ting Xiao, he walked to Lan Yun's residence.

When Ning Yun arrived, Xiangyun and Lanyun played chess together. Liyun was the youngest and had to be hugged by a nanny, sitting and looking at the album.

"The third sister is here?" Lan Yun saw Ning Yun with sharp eyes, and hurriedly got up to meet her. Xiang Yun also got up, and the three of them sat down after seeing the ceremony. Lan Yun quickly ordered tea.

"How are you these days?" Ning Yun asked with a smile.

"Fortunately, it's just that my shoulders hurt from being busy." Lan Yun is old and will be going out in a year or two, and has already started to embroider the dowry.

"Sister love, the third sister is also here anyway, there are not enough people wiping dominoes, and not many people playing chess, why don't we write poetry." Xiangyun clapped his hands.

"Love my sister?" Ning Yun asked, and Lan Yun's face flushed, "You talkative guy, you're right, if you love me or not, be serious."

Xiangyun laughed it off.

"Writing poetry, but how can there be any suitable subject matter? Do you want to write about green plums, or white plums? In short, our family does not have red plums. Let me see how you write about white snow, white and green plums." Lan Yun pursed his mouth. Cha, turned his head and said to Ning Yun, "A few days ago, Master Shu just said that poems should be written according to the occasion. Now there is no occasion, and I have no mind, what kind of poem should I write?"

Ning Yun stared and thought, "I think, there is a scene. In ancient times, there was a light chanting of red plums and a dark fragrance, and now there is a begonia forcefully inscribing white plums." As he said, he clapped his hands, "Isn't it suitable for the occasion?"

Xiang Yun made a gesture to come over to Ning Yun, "Third sister's mouth is really unforgiving."

"Big sister can bully people." Ning Yun pulled Xiangyun's hand off, and quickly hid behind Lan Yun, "If you want to recite poems to match each other, and choose words and sentences, isn't it just a partnership to bully me?"

What she said was true, if she compelled to compose poetry, she would not be unable to do so. She lived in an era where poetry was prevalent in women's boudoirs, especially in the south of the Yangtze River. story.

At that time, the country was restructured, and the custom of polygamy also spread to the south, and the status of aunts rose, so the mistress was forced to divide the gap between the concubine and concubine. In the south of the Yangtze River, there were many daughters of concubines who learned Ci Fu, and daughters of concubine who did needlework.

That is to say, dear, the man always secretly inquires whether the woman can compose poetry.

Although she was a direct descendant, but her biological mother died young, her stepmother wished that she could not read a word, and stayed in her boudoir all day doing needlework, so as to enhance her daughter's wealth.

So she is proficient in Manchurian, Mongolian and Chinese, but she is self-taught in reciting and composing poems. She plays around on weekdays.

Not to mention that she later married into the Gao family, was a military commander, and spoke Manchurian and Mongolian all day long.

Lan Yun said with a smile: "Third sister is young, so don't rush to learn these things."

Ning Yun also begged Lan Yun and Xiangyun said: "What's the small thing? I'm already so old, and the teacher's teaching is sometimes obscure. If the elder sister and the second elder sister are fine, can you teach the younger sister to compose poetry?"

When she said this, Ning Yun felt a little sad. What she hated in her life was that she was inferior to her sister born to her stepmother in poetry.