The reborn abandoned woman reigns

Chapter 3
However, this news did not make the eldest grandson Jingrong feel any joy, because she knew that after a month, she would still be "lingering on the sick bed", and her only younger sister would attend instead!
The corners of the mouth curled up playfully, and the eldest grandson Jingrong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Aunt Jiao said that it was Jingrong who was confused and forgot such an important thing. Don't worry, Auntie, Jingrong will definitely prepare carefully. Will not let the tribe down!"

Looking at the eldest grandson Jingrong who was full of pride, Aunt Jiao suddenly felt a sense of shrinking in her heart, as if all the schemes she had planned had been spied on, that feeling of helplessness and embarrassment was really Rumang. back.

But thinking of the cowardly temperament of the eldest grandson Jingrong and the hardships she suffered in the eldest grandson's house in the past ten years, Aunt Jiao straightened her back and said with a seductive smile: "It's good for Jingrong to understand. Us, we are still counting on the mirror to climb the high branches, so that we can all enjoy the blessings! It’s getting late, so I’ll go back with Wanyue, and you should have a good rest!” Saying that, Aunt Jiao grabbed herself The daughter's wrist, with a gloomy face, quickly walked away.

As soon as she left the room, the eldest grandson Wanyue pouted her lips, shook off Aunt Jiao's arm, and said displeasedly: "Mother, didn't we agree to persuade Daddy to let me go to the Women's Poetry Club? In this matter, did Changsun Jingrong take advantage of it for nothing?"

"You silly girl, take what you say so seriously!" Aunt Jiao saw that there was no one around, so she stretched out her finger and poked Wan Yue's forehead, and said anxiously, "Only Changsun Jingrong's virtue has gone to women's poetry. The society can't get into the eyes of the nobles, so why waste this opportunity? But she is a legitimate daughter after all, and she still has to do superficial work. At the tea party in the second ten days, the mother will take you to participate, and then you must talk to other officials. If you want to get along well with the girls at home, you won't be abrupt when you go to the Women's Poetry Club, remember?"

Seeing that her mother did not forget to promise herself, the eldest grandson Wanyue smiled.But when he looked at the big house inside, the unwillingness and resentment on his face gradually emerged.

……

After half a month of recuperation, Changsun Jingrong's body has mostly recovered, but his face is still frighteningly pale, and he is so weak that he can be blown away by a gust of wind.Bai Qinghua felt sorry for his daughter, and ordered people to bring all kinds of supplements to her every day.But after using various methods, the elder grandson Jingrong still looks like a sick beauty. How can he attend the women's poetry club more than ten days later in this state?This is really worrying Bai Qinghua.

Seeing his mother always sighing, Changsun Jingrong took her arm and said with a smile: "Mother, don't frown anymore, you are going to become an old woman!"

Looking at the eldest grandson Jingrong helplessly, Bai Qinghua said: "How can I not feel sad? You waited for two full years before you were eligible to enter the Women's Poetry Club, but at this critical moment, your body was ill, so that the chance to get it was in vain. What a waste, what a pity for your previous preparations!"

Changsun Jingrong curled his lips, and said nonchalantly: "What does that matter? Isn't there still Wanyue, at worst, let her go."

"What a nonsense!" Bai Qinghua slapped the table with his palms, and after scolding him, he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure. Looking at the eldest grandson Jingrong with serious eyes, he softened his voice and comforted him, "Jingrong, it's not that mother said you, How can such a joke be said? Our eldest grandson’s family is different, do you still want Wanyue to climb on top of you? Aunt Jiao just had a son a few years ago, and it’s so beautiful, if her My daughter won the lottery in the Women's Poetry Club again, and we mother and daughter are afraid that we will have even less status!"

Bai Qinghua said that the eldest grandson Jingrong knew everything, even more than Bai Qinghua.

The father has only one wife and one concubine in his life, and his children are few, only these two daughters.But he didn't expect to have a son when he was old. His only son, Changsun Hanlin, was born last year, and he brought Aunt Jiao and his eldest grandson Wanyue along with him.

Aunt Jiao has been cautious for more than ten years, but now that she has won the honor, she starts to have other thoughts, and even becomes interested in the position of the head of the house.And letting her eldest grandson Wanyue marry a nobleman is her first move.

If the situation develops according to the original direction, the eldest grandson Wanyue is indeed favored by the nobleman, but the nobleman's wife is a shrew. When he learned that his husband went to the Women's Poetry Club behind his back, he also fell in love with the woman and wanted to marry her. After returning home, there was a commotion in the Changsun's Mansion, which made everyone in the Changsun's Mansion lose face, and Changsun Wanyue's dream of marrying into a wealthy family was shattered.

The former eldest grandson Jingrong also comforted the eldest grandson Wanyue who was crying all day long, but now, she might be more interested in that shrew, Xiao Runiang!

Lowering his head to hide the cold smile at the corner of his mouth, the eldest grandson Jingrong said in a deep voice: "But if the daughter's health is not good for a long time, so what? Will daddy also give away such a good opportunity?"

"With your father, mother will naturally think of a way. You don't have to think about anything now, take good care of your body, and leave the rest to mother!"

Stretching out his hand to hold Bai Qinghua's slightly cold hands, Changsun Jingrong looked at the undrinked soup and medicine bowl beside him, and said in a cold voice: "Daughter will not let mother face those ants alone!"

"Jing Rong, what did you say?"

Slowly raising her head, the hostility in her eyes just now has disappeared, and instead she puts on a gentle smile. The eldest grandson Jingrong said softly: "Daughter has a good idea, which may solve the urgent need."

……

The eldest grandson Wanyue was picking out cloth in the silk and satin shop. After picking for a long time, she couldn't choose a satisfactory pattern. She couldn't help but glared at the shopkeeper, and reprimanded: "This is something that was popular a few years ago. How dare you take it out now? Why? , Do you think I am not worthy of using some good things!"

The shopkeeper had a bitter face, and said with an apologetic smile: "What did the second lady say? You are the master. How dare you use inferior products to fool you. It's just that there was a flood in Qingzhou, and many of our goods were suppressed for distribution." Can’t come out. Take a look, there are a lot of shops that owe goods in this account book.”

Pushing away those ledgers in disgust, Changsun Wanyue said arrogantly: "That's your problem, we don't give you wages for you to complain! Before noon tomorrow, you must find two brocades, and the pattern needs to be moiré rolls." Grass, what color..."

"Wan Yue, what are you doing here?"

Hearing Aunt Jiao's voice, Changsun Wanyue hastily turned around and walked over, complaining aggrievedly: "Mother, look, I said I wanted to write good fabrics, but the shopkeeper in the store just used these things to fool me, how can this be done?" Participating in the women's..."

"Shut up!" Before Changsun Wanyue finished speaking, Aunt Jiao interrupted her coldly, then said a few words of apology to the shopkeeper, and dragged Changsun Wanyue out of the silk and satin shop.As soon as the two of them left, the shopkeeper summoned the servant next to him, whispered a few words, and the servant conveniently ran out from the back door.

Reluctantly boarding the carriage, Changsun Wanyue frowned and said, "Mother, why didn't you let me finish my sentence? The shopkeeper is really going too far!"

"You are really confused!" Aunt Jiao scolded with a straight face, "Do you want everyone to know that you are going to replace your sister-in-law to the Women's Poetry Club?"

"But, I don't even have a decent fancy dress, so I'm sure I'll be laughed at," the eldest grandson Wanyue murmured aggrievedly, grabbing the hem of her clothes, "Why does the eldest grandson use everything in the same way?" The best and I don't even have a decent dress? It's not fair!"

"How dare you say that you don't have fancy clothes!? Didn't I just ask you to send you a set two days ago? Could it be that such things can't catch your eyes?"

After hearing this, Changsun Wanyue said unwillingly: "I heard that there are quite a few young ladies who wear clothes made of brocade. The daughter can't be compared, so she must order several batches of brocade!"

"you……"

"Auntie, just now the butler came over and said that Da Furen invited you and Second Miss to come over."

As soon as he spoke, the carriage had already returned to the mansion, and the old woman who had been waiting by Aunt Jiao's side hurried over and whispered.

"Bai Qinghua?" Looking at the eldest grandson Wanyue suspiciously, Aunt Jiao raised the curtain, put on a smile on her face, and said loudly, "It's the elder sister who is looking for us, so hurry up, don't make the elder sister wait in a hurry Already." Xiang Changsun Wanyue winked, and the two walked towards the main hall.

Before entering the main hall, Aunt Jiao heard the laughter of the male master of the mansion, Changsun Zhentian.At this time, he should be discussing business in the shop outside, how could he be in the mansion?Or in Bai Qinghua's yard? ?
The sudden change put Aunt Jiao on her guard, keenly feeling that things seemed to have changed.And this premonition, when she saw the eldest grandson's mirror, all came true.

But the daze was only for a moment, and soon, Aunt Jiao smiled all over her face, walked to the main seat affectionately, and said with a smile: "Why is the mirror here, are you feeling better?"

Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, the eldest grandson looked at the two women with evil intentions below, and said with an unpredictable smile: "Thanks to Aunt Jiao, I feel much better."

The eldest grandson Jingrong, who had lost her frail posture, now has a luxurious brilliance all over her body. Even if she is depressed now and looks lazy, she is still radiant.This kind of grandson Jingrong made Changsun Wanyue very jealous. She hated the days when she had to greet her every time she met, but when she thought of stepping on this woman and living the life of a master, Changsun Wanyue said a word. I felt confident, my back was straightened, and my face was full of pride.

After some courtesies, Aunt Jiao took her daughter to sit next to her, but her buttocks were still warm, and she heard Bai Qinghua say: "It's a bit abrupt to find my sister and Shu Yun back in such a hurry, but today There is really something important to discuss, so I have the cheek to invite the two of you over here." Looking sideways at the elder grandson Jingrong beside him, Bai Qinghua said unhurriedly, "My sister also knows that Jingrong is not in good shape, I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the Women's Poetry Club normally."

(End of this chapter)