Chapter Seventy-Five: The Liang Family's Spring Festival

  Li Jiemin's expression changed to one of surprise: "What plans do I have?" After finishing speaking, his face suddenly changed color, "I... what did I just say?"

  "You just said that you would take me and Yohiko to spend good days together, so I believe in you." Shen Muqing smiled innocently, "How do you know I'm not happy?"

  Liang Jimin was momentarily stunned. But he quickly regained his usual gentle and refined demeanor, smiling: "I think you haven't been eating well these past few days."

  The quiet and clear heart was like a tangled mess, with a straightforward nod, stiffly saying the plan that had been in her mind for a long time: "Isn't there an earth oven behind the small bathhouse? Why don't we modify it to make a small kitchen, heat up some dishes from time to time, and make some small snacks..."

  "It's easy to turn the earth stove into a small kitchen, no effort is needed at all." Liang Jiemin sighed, "The problem is, if we open a small kitchen, we have to use our own money. The big house and us are naturally fine, but as for Erniang... Moreover, we just got married, and if we bring up this topic, Mother will think you want to split the family. That would be even worse."

  Liang Jimin's enchanting gaze had been lingering in Shen Muqing's mind. At this moment, she didn't have the mood to argue with him about anything, and smiled awkwardly: "Since that's the case, let's discuss it again when we come up with a suitable plan!"

  Liáng Jìmǐn also absent-mindedly responded.

  The two of them exchanged a few more words in a lukewarm manner, and then Shen Muqing bid farewell and returned to the main house.

  The next day. The website you are browsing is, remember that our website domain name {} is xiaonian twenty. At home to worship the stove god. Shen Muqing and Fengshi and Wang Wenxiang were busy for a day.

  Twenty-five. Start sweeping dust. Prepare for Chinese New Year.

  Mrs. Feng is young and gentle, with a calm and quiet demeanor. She had just let her and Liang Youhui accompany the old lady every day, taking Pingge, Ange and Kangge, three children to play. She herself led Wang Wenxiao and Dong Mama beside her to manage the New Year's affairs, busy to the point of not having time to rest.

  At this time of year, Shen Muqing was busy. Busy making new clothes, busy receiving gifts - there were live peacocks from Yunnan, live pheasants from Fujian, dried abalone from Zhejiang, and fresh vegetables from Nanjing. Every day brought new surprises. Now, Liang Youhui spent her days playing with the children, running and jumping until they fell asleep. Ji Minsu, on the other hand, was cooped up in his study every day, not taking a single step out. Shen Muqing felt a bit lonely, but sometimes when she looked at Ji Minsu's tightly closed door, she would let out a sigh of relief - she still hadn't recovered from the shock of their conversation that day. It made her feel more at ease to avoid him in this way.

  It was soon the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. The door gods, couplets, plaques and peach symbols at home were all brand new. The ancestral worship, grand feast and spring banquet were also well prepared. Wang Wenchao finally had a chance to take a breather and brought a maid named Yinger to Xianhe Hall to see the children.

  Liáng Yòu Huì was chasing after the old lady's tortoiseshell cat in Xián Hè Táng with Píng Gē and ān Gē. Kāng Gē was giggling in the arms of wet nurse Zhōu Māma. Shěn Mù Qīng held a hand warmer and watched from the side, occasionally instructing the little maids beside her: "Keep an eye on them. Don't let the cat scratch Second Young Lady's and the two young masters' hands."

  The little maidservants smiled and flattered on one side: "Third young lady, rest assured, this cat has had its claws clipped."

  However, Mu Qing did not dare to move his gaze away.

  An Ge found Wang Wenxuan's figure and threw down his aunt and brother to run towards Wang Wenxuan: "Mom, mom also came to catch the cat."

  Wang Wen handed over a handkerchief and smiled as he bent down to wipe the sweat for An Ge: "Don't run so hastily, look at you all sweaty."

  Shen Mu Qing hurriedly stepped forward and paid his respects to Wang Wen Xuan.

  Wang Wenxiang returned the courtesy, and Liang Youhui and Pingge also came over. Zhou Mama held Kangge in her arms and called out to Wang Wenxiang in a loud voice, causing a commotion that startled even Ta Furen, who asked Liu Niang to invite everyone inside.

  Madam Tai asked someone to take Liang Youhui and the children to wash their faces and change their clothes, and also asked Wang Wenxiu about the preparations for the New Year.

  Everyone was talking when Dong Mama burst in beside Feng's wife.

  The old lady's face was slightly solemn, but Dong's mother seemed to be in a state of seeing nothing. She excitedly made a quick bow to the old lady and said, "Old lady, great joy! Our young master has been promoted to General of Tongzhi."

  "Bang!" With a loud crash, the delicate white tea cup on Madam's side suddenly fell off the kang table and shattered into pieces.

  Wang Wen Shen Mu Qing simultaneously let out a "hiss" and stood up.

  Now Liang Yuansheng has been promoted to Tongzong General, where is Zhen'an Wang?

  Old Lady's face turned pale, and her finger pointed at Dong Mama's hand trembled slightly: "Who said that?"

  Dong's mother stepped forward a few steps and stood beside Taifu, saying in a low voice: "The eunuch Liang from the palace has sent someone to ask for rewards."

  "Then Wang An..."

  "The Left Censor-in-Chief of the Office of Scrutiny, Zhao Fu, impeached the Princess Consort of Prince Zhen'an for overstepping her authority. The eunuch Wang Gong and the Grand Scholar Zhang Can of the Imperial Academy, who were acting on behalf of the Emperor to reward the troops, interrogated Prince Zhen'an under imperial orders. However, Prince Zhen'an spoke disrespectfully and was accidentally stabbed to death by Wang Gong."

  A few short sentences, yet who knows how many shocking waves and storms of blood and rain are hidden within.

  Quietly and calmly, I don't want to go to the warm imperial court.

  Just then, Wang Wenxiu gave her a knowing look.

  In this brief moment of eye contact, Shen Muqing suddenly felt a sense of deep affection for Wang Wenxiu.

  If they hadn't met under such circumstances, perhaps they would have become bosom friends...

  "What's the situation with the Prince of Zhen'an's residence now?" Madam asked

  Recovered calm and composed.

  Dong's mother looked confused: "I don't know. The lady is talking to Little Liang now."

  The old lady looked at the scattered porcelain pieces on the ground and said in a low voice: "Be careful, children, don't cut your feet. Wen Yan, Mu Qing, you both go down first!"

  Wang Wenxiang and Shen Muqing both calmly greeted the old lady, Wang Wenxiang with her three children, and Shen Muqing with Liang Youhui, each returning to their respective courtyards. Welcome to "Romance Browser"

  Shen Muqing went to Liang Jimin's study again.

  The one who answers is Shigeo.

  Hearing the noise, Liang Min had already come forward to greet her.

  He smiled like a spring breeze: "Are you coming back so early today?"

  Shen Muqing stood in front of the threshold, looking at the sheets of Xuan paper covered with small characters on the painting table behind Liang Jìmǐn, and said: "I just came back from Ta Furen's place. Dong Mama said that the eunuch Liang Gonggong from the palace sent someone to report the news that Father has been promoted to be the General of Xuan Tong." After finishing speaking, she carefully observed the expression on Liang Jìmǐn's face.

  "How could this be?" After a brief astonishment, she grabbed Shen Muqing's hand, "Did you hear anything else?"

  His strength was so great that it made Shen Mu slightly painful.

  But such pain allowed Shen Mu Qing An to put his mind at ease.

  At least, Leung Kei-moon was unaware of the inside story. At least for Leung Kei-moon, their marriage was "parental arrangement"…

  She repeated what Dong's mother said to Liang Ji.

  Li Jiemin's face immediately turned red with anger, "The King of Zhen'an is the pillar of our country, how can we use such a baseless crime...". He suddenly shut his mouth tightly and turned back into the house, pacing around like an ant.

  Seeing this, Liang Ji's heart softened a little.

  Origin cannot be chosen. If Leung Chi-ming was born into such a family, he would not have been so tolerant and cautious all the time. After all, he is just a 17 or 18-year-old young man... with a passionate side...

  "Master Mu Qing hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Do you want to go see your mother? Young Master Liang should still be there..."

  Liang Jimin suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gaze at Shen Muqing flickering with hesitation.

  After a while, he sat down somewhat dejectedly in the armchair beside him.

  "Mu Qing, you and Yu Hui go back to the house and play! His expression was somewhat tired. "Xuan Tong is tens of days away from here, what's going to happen will happen... You go back! I want to be alone for a while."

  Shen Muqing understood his emotions and softly responded with a "yes", then quietly retreated, even helping to close the door on her way out.

  Just as she stepped into the doorway of the main house, she heard Tenth Master ordering a servant outside: "Tell the outer courtyard to prepare the carriage, Third Young Master is going out."

  Shun Kang's 19th Spring Festival was destined to be an unusual one.

  First, there was the death of Prince Zhen'an, followed by the imprisonment of Wang Gonggong. Then, the Empress Dowager personally visited the residence of Prince Zhen'an to pay her respects to the ailing Princess Consort. An imperial edict was issued to confer the title of Xianfei on Yuan Sheng's 11-year-old daughter and have her enter the palace as an imperial consort. The title of Prince Zhen'an was succeeded by Yuan Sheng's younger brother, Pingyang Hou Yuan Hui. Yuan Sheng was given a grand funeral befitting his rank as Imperial Uncle, and the entire nation observed three months of mourning...

  These external winds and rains also affected Shen Muqing's life.

  Firstly, Liang Yuan's promotion cannot be widely publicized, and secondly, the movement between relatives has become simpler.

  At the beginning of the second month, Wang Wenxiu, Liang Youhui and the children were all kept behind by Old Lady Wang, who said: "...... Your father has been promoted, there are guests at home, let's have the eldest branch stay behind to help out a bit...... The children shouldn't go either, two young couples, one pregnant and one not understanding things, I really don't feel at ease bringing them along. Youhui will also stay behind to take care of several nephews."

  Liang Youhui pouted, Shen Muqing couldn't bear it, but thinking of her illness, she didn't dare to speak up either.

  Liang Jimin and Liang Shuxin rode horses, Jiang Shuangrui and Shen Muqing took a warm sedan chair, together to pay New Year's greetings to their maternal grandfather, Duke Deqing Feng.

  It's unclear whether it was due to the New Year or other reasons, but the Feng family's entrance seemed somewhat deserted. Seeing them, the chief steward who had been waiting at the gate immediately nodded and bowed to welcome them, personally escorting them to see Mr. Feng.

  Feng Nian was spending his 74th birthday in the spring. He lay in bed, unwilling to get up, and shouted for Liang Jiemin's uncles to find someone to sing and tell stories: "It's not salty or bland, what kind of year is this..."

  Madam Wang of the Feng manor felt extremely awkward as she pulled Jiang Shuangrui and Shen Muqing to the inner courtyard's flower hall for tea, leaving behind Liang Shuxin and his brother to keep Feng company.

  "Master Hou has had this hobby all his life, but this is a time of national mourning, and in such a tense atmosphere, who dares to risk the lives of their whole family to indulge him?" Madam Wang's tone was tinged with complaint.

  Shen Muqing pretended to listen without understanding, nodding his head and saying: "Yes. If the imperial historians were to find out, there would be more talk."

  (Sister asked: Why no double updates on weekends? ... Alas... That's because the city where Chee lives has power restrictions, electricity comes after 10 pm every night and stops before dawn the next day, as it is a rest day, the unit also doesn't supply electricity... On Monday, all kinds of year-end evaluation activities come one after another)

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  Chapter Seventy-Five: The Liang Estate's Spring Festival