Chapter 236: Dispute

Fourth Grandma immediately stopped mentioning helping Shi Niang, changed the subject with a smile, and talked to Eleven Niang about Fifth Yiniang.

In the past, I had little contact with her, and I only heard that Wu Yiniang was not very communicative to others, and I thought she was aloof. Now that I have had more contact with her, I realize that Wu Yiniang is only reserved in temperament, but is actually very kind to others.

Thanks to Fourth Grandma's praise, Eleventh Mother greeted her in a gentle voice. My aunt's temperament is said to be reserved, but in fact she is a bit gentle. It is a rare fate to be able to get along with Fourth Grandma now.

The fourth grandma nodded and said with a smile: Speaking of which, everyone has misunderstandings, and sometimes we just don’t have enough contact. Sometimes, it’s better to move around more.

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The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at Maoguo Duke's Mansion.

Wang Lang's body is still lying in the Shuntian Mansion. The Wang family has no way to mourn, let alone mourn. Although it is not wrapped in silver, the red curtains and furnishings have been replaced with dark blue, and the servants and wives have also changed

A dark dress.

Luo Zhenxing and others were welcomed into the main hall by the stewards, while Da Nai and Eleven Niangsi were led to Mrs. Wang's place by a steward mother of the Wang family.

It’s no surprise that these distinguished guests. Mrs. Wang collapsed when she heard the news. Da Nai was also bedridden. It happened that Mrs. Six returned to Beijing for a visit. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for her parents, sister-in-law, and helped take care of some trivial matters. It was inevitable that there were some inconsiderate things.

, please forgive me.

The mother in charge was in her early thirties, with an upright appearance. She wore a beautiful blue silk cotton-padded jacket, and was dressed simply and smartly. Her tone did not sound like a servant girl of the Wang family. The Eleventh Mother couldn't help but look at her.

When the mother in charge saw Eleven Niang looking at her, she didn't shy away. She smiled and blessed Eleven Niang.

Eleven Niang looked a little strange, feeling that the mother in charge seemed to be particularly kind to her.

Da Nai also heard it. He also saw that she spoke and behaved very appropriately, so he did not dare to look down on her and said politely: "This mother's surname is from this tone, she is actually serving Mrs. Jiang."

I didn’t dare to call you by your surname. My mother answered very respectfully. My surname is Yuan and my nickname is Baozhu. My aunt and uncle can just call me Baozhu’s family. Just because something like this happened in Maoguo’s palace, the Sixth Lady asked me to come.

Please help.

In this way, he is actually someone close to Mrs. Jiang. No wonder he has such magnanimity.

Da Nai suddenly understood and said: It turns out to be Mama Yuan. No one can bear such a sudden incident in the family. Fortunately, we are not outsiders. You are welcome.

Mother Yuan smiled modestly, lowered her head and said yes, and gently accompanied them into the main courtyard of the Dowager Madam.

As soon as she walked under the eaves, before the little maid had time to lift the curtain, a sneer suddenly came from the room.

What my aunt said is really not pleasant to hear. It is the water thrown away by the married daughter. You are a distinguished guest. We treat you as a guest. But your brothers and brothers have to deal with family matters. It is not the elder's turn.

My aunt is here to give advice. It’s not like the Wang family doesn’t have sons.

What he said was very rude.

You have no place to speak here. The female voice that retorted was high-pitched and shrill. Don’t forget, this is the residence of Duke Mao, and Duke Mao is my father.

The speaker is Mrs. Jiang Wang Lin.

The three of them thought about the meaning of these words and couldn't help but look at each other and froze at the door.

Unexpectedly, before Wang Lang's bones were cold, the conflicts in the Wang family had already surfaced.

Mother Yuan's face turned red, and she immediately reported loudly: Madam Six, two aunts and uncles from the Luo family, and Mrs. Yongpinghou, my aunt, are here.

The room over there fell silent for a moment, and someone immediately raised the curtain.

Please come in quickly, please come in quickly.

Eleven Niang looked up and saw that it was Mrs. Jiang herself who had raised the curtain.

Her eyes were bloodshot, crow's feet appeared, and her face looked very haggard. She showed a forced smile.

The big-breasted Fourth Grandma and Eleventh Niang exchanged a look, and then Big-breasted said in a low voice, "Excuse me, Mrs. Jiang," and led the Fourth Grandma and Eleventh Niang into the house.

Mrs. Wang's main house has five rooms each with a wing, and the hall is in the middle. It is full of people at the moment. Some are gorgeously dressed, some are very ordinary. The older ones are in their sixties, and the younger ones are in their twenties.

.Everyone had solemn expressions and cold eyes. It was hard to tell who was arguing with Mrs. Jiang just now.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy.

Seeing someone coming in, some had wary eyes, and a few women shrank their shoulders, looking frightened.

Mrs. Jiang pointed to the people in the room casually: I heard something happened to Brother Lang and came to express my condolences. After saying this, she led them to the west inner room without introducing them. My mother was ill in bed, so she neglected everyone.

The three of them hurriedly followed Mrs. Jiang into the inner room.

The inner room is different from the outside.

The room was filled with a faint scent of medicine. Two maids in their fifteenth or sixteenth year old and a mother in her fifties were serving her carefully in front of the bed. All three of them had red eyes and sad faces.

When they saw Mrs. Jiang coming in, they all stepped forward to salute with a very respectful attitude.

Mrs. Jiang waved her hand and whispered: Mom is feeling better.

The mother replied in a low voice: I took medicine and just rested.

Mrs. Jiang looked apologetic.

Da Nai whispered before Mrs. Jiang could speak: "In that case, we won't disturb you. When the old lady wakes up, give us a greeting."

Mrs. Jiang thought for a moment and said: That's fine. I'll go with you to see Shi Niang. Speaking of which, she's not feeling well these days. As she spoke, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.

Seeing Mrs. Jiang's attitude, the three of them felt a little relieved. They followed Mrs. Jiang out of the inner room and went to Shiniang's place.

Shiniang's place was exactly the opposite of the old lady's place. The three main rooms were deserted, and an eighty-nine-year-old maid stood there listlessly at the door. When she saw Mrs. Jiang bringing someone over, she saluted in a panic and hurriedly went in to report.

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When they approached, the silver vase had been curtained.

Grand aunt, uncle, grandma, fourth uncle, grandma and aunt.

Your big-breasted Mrs. Jiang asked in a low voice.

Yin Ping's eyes turned red and he whispered: I'm sitting in front of the window.

After hearing this, Mrs. Jiang sighed, turned around and explained to Da Nai and the others: Ever since she found out about Lang Di's accident, my sister-in-law has often sat on the big kang near the window. If there is anything rude about waiting, please ask two

Don't be offended, aunts and uncles.

Shi Nianghui is sad about Wang Lang's death

Eleven Niang sounded a little confused.

But Da Nai said: She is young, and when she encounters such a thing, her heart will naturally feel as painful as a knife. We are her mother's family, so there is no reason to be surprised.

The two exchanged a few polite words and entered the inner room.

In the inner room, there was a thin woman sitting on the big Kang near the window. She was wearing a lake-colored brocade jacket and a moon-white heddle skirt. She was sitting quietly on the big Kang near the window, as calm as a lifeless statue.

of puppets.

Golden Lotus, whose eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts, served beside him.

Big breasts, my aunt and uncle, my fourth uncle and my aunt are here to see you.

Yin Ping stepped forward cautiously and reported.

The man on the kang turned around.

Her face is thin and pale, her nose is pointed, and her eyes with dark halo are quite big and ugly.

Eleven Niang was stunned for a moment.

This is Shiniang who is as proud as a peacock and as gorgeous as a summer flower

Grandma Shi's big tits were choked with sobs.

Shi Niang glanced at them blankly, then turned her head, looking straight out the window, as if there was some rare beauty outside the window that made her linger.

My uncle, grandma, and Jin Lian came forward to salute them. I have been in a bad mood for the past two days. I hurriedly brought the brocade dish over. My uncle, grandma, fourth uncle, grandma, aunt, aunt, please take a seat.

The four of them sat down, and Yin Ping and Jin Lian made tea.

Da Nai then asked about the daily life of Silver Ping Jinlian and Shiniang.

Although I still eat three meals a day, I eat less than usual. I am even less talkative. I often sit alone for the whole day.

It's not so bad if you can eat.

Eleven Niang sighed slightly.

Everyone was speechless for a while, drinking tea in silence.

Mrs. Jiang gave a wry smile and said: "I made my two aunts and uncles laugh. My family is in trouble. My brother Lang has not yet been buried, and those who want a share of the pie can't sit still. He looks like he wants to talk to them."

Da Nai did care about Shiniang. When she saw Mrs. Jiang taking such a tone, she did not shy away and asked directly: Who are those people and what did they say?

Mrs. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the Luo family talking to her.

My great-great-grandfather’s generation was a single generation. When it came to Langdi’s generation, they were all side branches of Wufu. They often received help from my father. Who would have thought that something happened to Langdi, and no one cared about who was there.

The perpetrator, Langdi, died unjustly. All he could do was jump out and say that his roommate was the closest to us, and asked dad to choose a successor among them. It was important to ask the Ministry of Etiquette to report it to the Holy One as soon as possible. As she said this, her eyes were like sharp arrows.

, who the Shuntian Mansion arrested was Ren Kun's personal servant. How could he, a pariah, have such courage to kill the crown prince of the Mao Kingdom Mansion? It was either under the instigation of Ren Kun or on behalf of that

Ren Kun takes the blame. No matter what it is, Ren Kun is the culprit. How can I let him get away with it?

She gritted her teeth, but those people were greedy for profit, saying that the Shuntian Mansion had settled the case and would only wait for the execution in the autumn. What was there to investigate? I made something out of nothing because I was afraid that in the future, the prince of Maoguo Duke's Mansion would not be my compatriot.
To be continued...