Yuan Qingling looked at him, "What does it mean to clean up?"

Yuwenhao told everything about going to King Ji's mansion that day, including scolding the nanny around Princess Ji, but hiding what Princess Ji said to him in the end. He was still worried about it, so he reminded: "Princess Ji or others, if you tell you anything to provoke our relationship, you should not believe it."

Yuan Qingling smiled and said, "I'm not a fool. Do I still know how to distinguish right from wrong?"

Yu Wenhao was a little worried.

He and Yuan Qingling got along. After she treated the Supreme Emperor, would she have thought that he actually had ulterior motives?

Due to this worry, Yu Wenhao's mood suddenly became depressed.

He wanted to hear Yuan Qingling's truth, but he was afraid that it would give people a feeling of being overwhelmed.

The sweet soup sent by the old man allowed Yuan Qingling to live a heavenly life for two days.

If you don’t vomit, you can eat a little bit, and you will feel nauseous occasionally, but compared to the original, it is simply not worth mentioning.

Moreover, under the diagnosis of the imperial doctor, she could get out of bed and walk every day and go for a walk in the yard.

It means that if you don’t follow a group of people behind you, you will be much more comfortable.

Yuwenhao was extremely nervous. Before going out, he told Xu Yi and the imperial doctor that whenever she got out of bed, they must be guarded by them behind her butt.

Two days later, Yuan Qingping packed it up and said happily: "This time my father begged me to come and accompany you."

"Please?" Yuan Qingling smiled and felt funny about the word Yuan Qingping used.

Yuan Qingping raised his eyebrows, "Although it was also an order, his tone was much better."

Yuan Qingping brought it

Movement in the Hou’s Mansion.

The old lady has eaten too much recently and takes the initiative to drink medicine. She goes for a walk in the yard every day.

Brother Yuanlunwen was transferred to the Ministry of Revenue.

The second old lady taught the housekeeper a lesson that day, but the old lady actually interrupted and helped the housekeeper.

Yuan Qingping smiled and said, "You didn't see it. Her face suddenly became so ugly, her eyes wide and were very surprised."

"What surprised her?" Yuan Qingling asked while eating plum blossoms.

"Of course I was surprised that my grandmother actually took action to manage the affairs of the house. Then, when my grandmother was stunned when she saw her, she told her to get the account book to reconcile the accounts, which scared her."

Yuan Qingling was stunned, "Really?"

The reconciliation was done by the mistress and the accountant. Is the old lady going to take care of the housework?

The second old lady has probably withdrawn a lot of money from the public in recent years. If the accounts are to be reconciled, the second old lady will definitely step down.

The old lady is smart. If she really wants to take care of her, the two old ladies can't hide it.

Yuan Qingling was very happy. The old lady was like this, which showed that she was cheering up.

"By the way, I brought a lot of things, my father and mother also gave you things, as well as my brother's." Yuan Qingping asked the maid to open the box and took out the things one by one.

I waited to send a golden pig with Huang.

Next year is the Year of the Pig, and if the child is successful, he will be born in the Year of the Pig. Therefore, after hitting a golden pig, he can be considered a major book.

The eldest brother Yuanlunwen gave a rattle.

"Brother made it by himself." Yuan Qingping handed over. The rattle was covered with cowhide and the two marbles were made of wood. Yuan Qingling shook it and made a "puff" sound, a bit like a heartbeat.

This gift is very clever, when the baby lives in the mother

The best music is the sound of the mother's heartbeat, and the sound of the rattle will make the baby familiar and at ease.

"My brother wants to buy a better one, but he doesn't have any money. His salary is all given to the public. The monthly money will be distributed every month. You know, the second old lady holds her hands tightly, and there is not much money for the monthly money." Yuan Qingping curled his lips.

"I know." Yuan Qingling handed the rattle to Madam Xi, "Let it go."

Yuan Qingping took out two more small clothes, with dark blue cloud patterns, no embroidery, soft and comfortable, and blushed, saying, "This is what I did."

Yuan Qingling took it, stroked it with his hands, and smiled and said, "What did you do? It looks so good."

Madam Qi smiled and said, "Miss Second is so considerate. This dress looks so beautiful, it makes people feel soft in their hearts all of a sudden."

Yuan Qingping said in shame: "I am the aunt, and I don't have any good things to give him, so I will make two small clothes. When he is born, I will still have to do it."

Yuan Qingping has always been careless. Yuan Qingling didn't expect her to be so good at needlework. If that kid Gu Si married her, he would be really lucky.

Speaking of Gu Si, Yuan Qingling sent the people in the house away and left the two sisters to talk.

"What are the trends in your marriage?" Yuan Qingling asked.

Yuan Qingping was depressed, "It's so good, can you not say this? It ruined my good mood."

"I asked your brother-in-law to pay attention to you before." Yuan Qingling said.

Yuan Qingping was stunned and then sneered, "All right, will the prince still care about this? Don't comfort me. Anyway, as long as you can save this life, that person will not be old, or his appearance is not ugly and unbearable to witness it, I will forget it."

"Why do you think so? It's too vague

Very good." Yuan Qingling always felt that she was young but particularly pessimistic and negative, thinking about everything at the disadvantage.

Yuan Qingping said lightly: "It's not negative, do you still remember Xiaolan? She is getting married and marry Grand Secretary Wu to fill in the house. Grand Secretary Wu is already sixty-two this year, and Xiaolan is only less than sixteen."

Xiaolan?

A innocent and childish round face appeared in Yuan Qingling's mind.

The girl had two particularly beautiful dimples when she smiled.

She likes to kick shuttlecock and butterfly, and her needlework is very good.

Her father seemed to be working in Jingzhao Prefecture.

Yuan Qingling felt nauseous when he thought of such a cute little girl who wanted to marry an old man who was about to sell salted duck eggs.

Yuan Qingling suddenly felt that he was in a bad mood.

What kind of world is this?

"When will we get married?" Yuan Qingling asked as if he swallowed a fly and covered his chest.

"I just exchanged Geng Tie and waited to get a job." Yuan Qingping also seemed to be holding his breath and said, "Before I came, she came to me and said she wanted to chat with me. I was in a hurry to come over and ask her to come to me later."

Yuan Qingling looked at her, "Hmm?"

Yuan Qingping smiled bitterly, "Don't look at me like this. I need someone who is sympathetic to talk to me. Give me the courage. Don't worry, I can just talk outside without bringing her in."

Yuan Qingling said: "It's okay if she comes, it's not that I don't know her."

"Yeah." Yuan Qingping cleaned up his things, "You're going to rest, I'll go out first."

Yuan Qingping pulled her down and sat down, "I'll ask you, do you still remember Gu Si?"

"Si Gu? I know him, the deputy commander of the imperial guards." Yuan Qing said in a screen.

"If he wants to marry you, would you like?" Yuan Qingling asked.

Yuanqing

Ping was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed.

After laughing, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I laughed so hard that I was crying. Tears came out. Sister, although you are a princess, you can't control the Gu family. Do you know how powerful the Gu family has in the capital? Even if he wants to marry a princess, it is not a problem at all. Me? I am just the daughter of a devastated marquis' mansion. To put it bluntly, even Grand Secretary Wu and others look down on our family. Our father's position as a minister has been maintained by money for many years. If we had not obtained the hereditary marquis' marquis, our family would have been ruined long ago. Who would have looked down on us?"

206 What is the world

Yuan Qingling knew about the embarrassing situation in the Marquis' Mansion now.

In recent years, no powerful person has been produced in the Marquis' Mansion. My father, who is the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, spent a lot of money on his position as a minister, and every time he was assessed by the Ministry of Personnel, he had to ask someone to go through the back door, otherwise he would have been defeated long ago.

At the beginning of this year, the emperor criticized some yamen by name, saying that some officials had corpses and were eating and waiting to die. This year's assessment was to pick up these people.

Waiting quietly will naturally take the seat, and he knows that he is such a person.

A person with a higher heart and a thinner talent always sighs and does not meet me when he is grateful. In fact, he knows the most clearly in his heart.

He just has no ability.

He didn't even have the ability to hold his thighs, so he could only win over court officials by marrying his daughter, trying to stabilize his place.

He always said he wanted to win the position of Shangshu, but in fact he knew in his heart that it would be good to be able to maintain the position of Minister of the Secretariat.

He knew that everyone in the mansion knew, and even Yuan Qingping knew.

That's why she said that she couldn't be worthy of Gu Si. This is not self-deprecating, but true self-knowledge.

Yuan Qingling's heart was soft and fragile, and he couldn't listen to these things.

He sighed, "Forget it, let's talk about this before you."

"Don't bother with me, I'm ready." Yuan Qingping smiled, "Actually, it's not that bad. Like Xiaolan, there are still many people who envy her. With her family background, being able to marry a Grand Secretary is simply a smoke from the ancestral grave."

Yuan Qingping's last sentence could not suppress the sarcasm.

Yuan Qingling felt the turbid air in her chest emanate again. She frowned and couldn't help but run to the spittoon and spit it out.

Yuan Qingping

He was startled and quickly opened the door and asked someone to come in. She ran over to sweep the back of Yuan Qingling.
To be continued...