Chapter 411

   Both of his sons are debriefing abroad. Although experience is good, the two daughters-in-laws are reluctant.

  I have rushed several letters, so I had to think of some ways to operate and call people back to Beijing.

  Old man Xia went to the study with his eldest son when he returned home.

   also called Jiang Huaian, who happened to be back.

  Jiang Huaian intends to have the imperial examination after the new year. When he came back today, he would visit his grandfather’s former friend.

  Now Taifu Xie.

  Tao Fu Xie still manages the Imperial College and teaches His Highness's subjects.

   "Are you still used to it today? Why did Lulu fall asleep?"

   "What is the smell of alcohol..." The eldest lady Yun asked the master to give it back. At this moment, she was reading the account book in the courtyard, and she heard a voice in the courtyard and greeted her.

   "This skin monkey is drinking Huadiao again." Xia Yurong was helpless.

   "The girl's skin is good, let's see how this calm house of my house has the vigor of a girl's house." Yun pointed to the gentle and demure girl standing beside him.

  The girl looked at her annoyingly, her face blushing.

   "Mother..."

  Xia’s arms were sore and weak in her arms, the girl hurriedly stepped forward to help.

  "This is Zhenniang? It's so big. Can you say deer?" Xia put the deer on the bed, and saw Zhenniang and sister-in-law, so people poured tea.

"Last year I made it, but now it's sixteen. I always shirk when telling her about her, and her father is a no-brainer. I don't bother to talk about her." Yun glared at his daughter. Both of her sons already have heirs. On the contrary, the daughter's marriage has always been heartbroken.

  But Zhenniang has always been sensible and obedient, and there are many inquiries from each family. At this moment, she is smiling on her face.

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and sister-in-law, your life is good. Mother Zhen is the eldest daughter of the Xia family, and she will have to look good in the future. This daughter usually does not go back to her natal family when she gets married. Now she wants to do her filial piety in front of you. , That's also commendable for filial piety." The Xia family picked up some good things and said.

   Yun's smile became more sincere.

  There is a daughter in the second room, now she is fifteen. If Zhenniang didn't say kiss, the second room also had to press down, Yun Shi was actually a little anxious.

   Zhenniang blushed slightly.

Xia's nose moved slightly, and there seemed to be a strange smell in the air: "Our Xia family enshrines the ancestor's tablet? Why is there a smell of incense wax in the temple?" It seems that the incense wax paper money has burned out. the taste of.

   Zhenniang's handkerchief was slightly tightened, her head lowered, and she looked at her toes.

  "Our mansion was newly built in the past few years, and the ancestral tablet is still in the temple. We will only wait for the ancestral hall to be rebuilt in the future. Please come back. Where is the scented paper money?"

   "Furthermore, it hasn't been fifteen recently. I haven't even gone to incense."

   Yun Shi smiled and replied a few words. The sky was getting dark during the meeting, and the master was about to finish the discussion, so he had to take Zhenniang back to Tinghai Pavilion.

  Xia’s stunned: "Strange, this smell is gone again. I can clearly smell the scent of wax..."

  She smelled this smell in the desert, in July and a half in the first year, and in July and a half in the second year.

  I have heard this smell.

  Xia didn’t have time to think about it, maybe it was because he touched the incense candle on his clothes. Only people prepared hot water and gave Lulu a simple refreshment.

  Lulu slept very deeply, and even Xia's repeated manipulations did not wake up at all.

  The dark night gradually spread.

  The night is like water, and everything is quiet, there is no movement.

  Listening to the courtyard of the sea pavilion, a certain boudoir squeaked and opened.

  (End of this chapter)