All Hail Cousin Brother

Yang Shuwan put a thick layer of powder on her face, but she couldn't hide her haggard face. She secretly cried in her heart, but she had to respond: "Old Madam is awake, please let me know."

The maid nodded in response, took chicken feather marbles and sprinkled it in the hall.

Yang Shuwan originally wanted to sit on the chair for a while while the old lady fell asleep, to recuperate.

But no matter how careful the maid was, she would inevitably make a noise. Yang Shuwan was so upset by the trouble, her headache was even worse, she wanted to rush over and grab the feather marbles and beat the maid for a while.

Time passed in torment, and finally when it was Chen Shi, Qing Xiu came over: "Old Madam wants to get up, Madam Lao will serve you."

Yang Shuwan's eyes widened. There were so many maids in the room who didn't want to call her, but they wanted to call her?

Where is the rule here?

Make it clear to challenge her!

Yang Shuwan lowered her head, covered the resentment on her face, and obeyed obediently.

Entering the room, Yang Shuwan first greeted Mrs. Yu and stepped forward to wait on the old lady to dress, but she hadn't done the work of serving others for many years, and she occasionally served the master. I don't care about comparisons, but how can it be the same as serving my mother-in-law?

Yang Shuwan made a lot of mistakes, and after a while, sweat broke out on her forehead, and Mrs. Yu didn't speak, leaving Yang Shuwan to toss.

As a result, Yang Shuwan was even more nervous and made more mistakes.

Yang Shuwan kneeled on the ground respectfully and waited on Mrs. Yu to put on her shoes, when she heard Mrs. Yu indifferently say, "I really wronged you to ask you to serve my old lady."

Yang Shuwan even said "don't dare", her back was soaked with sweat.

After struggling all morning, Yang Shuwan was hungry and tired.

Madam Liu looked at Shi Chen and asked the maid to set the meal.

At this moment, Yu Youyao came over to greet Mrs. Yu, glanced at Yang Shuwan, who was standing behind her grandmother, bowing her head and eyes, pouring tea and water, she opened her eyes, and stepped forward to greet the two of them.

Mrs. Yu pulled Yu Youyao to sit beside her and looked at her face carefully: "The redness and swelling on her face have disappeared, does it still hurt?"

Yu Youyao nodded: "Teach Madam Xu to roll with an egg, it doesn't hurt anymore."

After a few words, the two began to eat.

Mrs. Yu didn't speak, and Yang Shuwan didn't dare to sit down and use it together. Looking at the light and appetizing snacks on the table, she was suddenly hungry, her head hurt and dizzy, but she had to cheer up and prepare for Mrs. Yu. food and serve her meal.

Mrs. Yu took a few bites of the dishes she had prepared, and then put down her chopsticks: "I have eaten it all by myself, how come I don't know how to serve dishes for Yaoyao, the eldest master always said in front of me, you should be a piece of Yaoyao. Kind mother, she is right in front of you, you can't forget her?"

These words were slapped on her face like a broad ear, and Yang Shuwan was embarrassed and weak. She hurriedly bent over and gave Yu Youyao a chopstick and a diced sour radish.

Yuyao didn't have time to react, and the sour radish diced in the plate taught Mrs. Yu to take it away: "You keep saying that Yaoyao is your own, how come you don't even know that Yaoyao doesn't like to eat radishes?"

"Yes, the daughter-in-law was negligent." Others dared not say more, more words were more wrong.

Yang Shuwan made another faceless fuss. The sweat on her body was wet and dry, dry and wet, and her body was also a little cold, and she was shaky for a while.

Yu Youyao didn't even glance at Yang's, and put the beets from her grandmother's plate into her own: "Grandma doesn't like beets, but I love them the most."

Mrs. Yu smiled brightly. She knew what she liked to eat and what she didn't like to eat. She knew from a young age that every time they ate together, she would always put aside the things she didn't like to eat.

But Mrs. Yu was happy, but Yang Shuwan's face was blue and white.

After breakfast, Mrs. Yu pulled Yu Youyao to talk. With Mrs. Yu's permission, Yang Shuwan finally went to eat in the side hall.

Yang Shuwan couldn't swallow, so she reluctantly took a few mouthfuls when she heard the outside maid say that Yu Zongzheng came to greet Mrs. Yu.

Yang Shuwan regained her spirits and hurriedly entered the hall with her handkerchief in her hand. She looked at Yu Zongzheng beautifully, her face full of forbearance and grief, but sad and weak.

Yu Zongzheng thought at first, then frowned: "As a daughter-in-law, it is your duty to serve your mother, what are you doing like this, is it because you want to serve your mother, and you are wronged? Can't you do it?"

Yang Shuwan stared blankly at Yu Zongzheng, a little unbelievable.

If she usually made this expression, the master must have thought that the old lady was scolding her, and he had to pity her for being wronged and defend her a little in front of the old lady.

But what did the lord mean just now?

It's been a night, even if the master is still angry, shouldn't this be the attitude?

After reprimanding Yang Shuwan, Yu Zongzheng turned to his mother again and said, "It's still my mother who is thoughtful. Yang's age is young and she doesn't know the severity. It's not as good as her mother, so she should work harder and take her by her side to teach her well. In the future You can also do things well, and you won’t be neglected in managing the house, and since your mother is old, she, as a daughter-in-law, should always be there to serve her.”

Hearing this, Yang Shuwan's eyes darkened, and she almost fell to the ground on the spot.

Yu Zongzheng was going to the yamen today, so he left without staying longer.

It was the first time in many years that Mrs. Yu saw that Mrs. Yang was deflated in front of her son. She couldn't say she was overjoyed, but she also felt that Yang Shuwan should know something better.

However, she set up rules for Yang Shuwan, and she didn't want Yang Shuwan to be upset all day in front of her, she waved her hand and said, "In April, during the Buddhist festival, I plan to copy more scriptures to worship the Buddha, you can copy scriptures in the Buddhist hall. arts."

I didn't say how much or how long.

Yang Shuwan had an expression as if the sky was falling and had to go to the Buddhist hall.

In the Buddhist hall, the sandalwood incense was strong, and it was so quiet that needles could be heard falling. Rao Yang Shuwan did not believe in Buddhism, but when she saw the majestic and solemn Buddha statue in the Buddhist altar, she was inevitably panicked. I don't know how long I have been copying, but I only know that the wrist holding the pen is sore and painful, the neck is stiff and swollen, and it is even more dizzy.

After a while, Mammy Li came over quietly: "Madam, this old servant has made inquiries. Yesterday, Concubine He, that fox, went to the study to deliver bird's nest to the master, and left it in the study. I heard that he had to make three or five trips at night. Shui, it was not until today that Concubine He quietly returned to the Qingqiu Courtyard."

When Yang Shuwan heard this, she hatedly swept the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk to the ground: "I can't blame the master for treating me like this today, it was because last night, I let that fox be comfortable with me, no less. Telling that fox to blow the pillow wind, bah, that bastard, it's more and more disrespectful to me, it's just too hateful."

Yesterday, the master did not go to Aunt He's house.

But the two of them got together in the study, what's the difference between going to Qingqiuyuan?