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Chapter 548 Aunt Lin has a good background (1)
The concubine only nodded when she heard Mrs. Liang's words, and comforted her: "Mother, you are right to think so. You have only returned to Beijing this time. Did you go into the palace to see your empress?" The concubine remembered the last time Zhou Yun came. She wrote down the judgment of the time when Liu Qiqiao said it was easy to conceive, and was waiting for the opportunity to pass it to the palace.

"Not yet. Didn't I come to see you first when I heard that you were pregnant? Look at it this way, when I returned to Jiangnan, you were already pregnant." Mrs. Liang said, bringing a few Fen said angrily: "As soon as I returned to the mansion, I heard that the prince led the troops to fight, but it was not the idea of ​​your father and his colleagues? I have already scolded him. How can this war matter be done?" Let your son-in-law go!"

This time, the old concubine also laughed and said: "It's easy for my wife to say, the Holy Majesty agreed to let the prince go early in the morning. If it wasn't for the piece of meat in her stomach, I'm afraid she would have left earlier. How can I say it?" It is also the Zhou family's country, if he doesn't go, is it true that the emperor will go by himself?"

"Hey..." Mrs. Liang shook her head while sighing: "I don't know what those Tartars eat. As long as I can remember, I have been fighting with Tartars. They never stop, and they don't want to stop. ?"

Mrs. Liang was born and raised in the south of the Yangtze River, and she had no idea about those Tartars at the border gates outside the Great Wall.The only impression I have is that after Dayong won the battle more than ten years ago, it is said that a Tazi prince was captured and tied up all the way back from the battlefield.At that time, everyone in the capital saw it, and it looked like Zhong Kui in Zhong Kui's New Year's painting of ghosts.So for a long time, the children in the capital dared not cry at night when they talked about Tartars.

"Their place is poor, and they want to eat and drink, so they want to come to Dayong to grab it." The old princess also shared the only knowledge she had, and there was nothing else to say. .

"The thing you robbed is not your own after all, so you can still keep it? Could it be that it is right to lose your ancestors and rob other people's things?" Madam Liang is still indifferent to these unbelievable tartars. Very puzzled.

"Let's not talk about these things, let's talk about the things between our girls. Seeing that it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in more than ten days, this year we have family filial piety in Prince Gong's residence, so it's not fun and lively." Although the old princess is not usually I like to be lively, but it's human nature to like to be lively during the New Year's festival. Who knew that if a Qin family came out, the palace would have to be filial.

Mrs. Liang thought for a while and said: "I just came back, and I haven't walked around in front of the old sisters, so let's just do it like this, I will be the host, and you will all go to my house on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will keep you playing until the afternoon, and in the evening It's up to you to go home and have a reunion dinner." Madam Liang said, then smiled again: "Although I went to the south of the Yangtze River this year, I came back to see that the sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard is not bad at all, and it is still blooming like in previous years. Just as good."

Mrs. Liang said, she took Liu Qiqiao's hand and said, "My good girl, come here with the old lady and the wife. The courtyard of our house is not as big as the palace, but it was built according to the south. There is still some reputation in this capital, you will know it after you have seen it."

Liu Qiqiao thought in his heart: "Emotional Liang Mansion should be a Suzhou garden construction standard, it should be very good."Liu Qiqiao had been to Suzhou in her previous life, and the layout of several gardens there was exquisite, with scattered buildings, which can be called ten steps and one scene.

(End of this chapter)