Chapter 17 Watching from the Wall
"Of course I can't tolerate it, so can we divorce her?" Mrs. Yang asked hurriedly.
Mrs. Song slowly shook her head: "The Gong family is so proud that they will not divorce her all at once, but it is impossible for her to stay here anymore."
"What will we do with her?" Mrs. Yang was very curious.
“I was thinking about which temple I would send her to. After all, she has been practicing meditation for so many years. At that time, she would only say that she was not used to living in this secular world, and then she would completely convert to Buddhism. Mrs. Song said, "You know, our family has such a good reputation, we always have to find a logical reason."
"That's true, but it still gives her an advantage." Mrs. Yang was a little angry. "Even if she goes to the temple, doesn't she still have the title of wife? Yi Laonu thinks it's better to get divorced."
"Don't be too hasty in everything. Driving her out is only the first step." Mrs. Song was confident, "When she goes to the temple, we can charge her with the crime of adultery. We don't have to worry about the master not killing her!"
"The young lady is saying that she will be framed again?" Mrs. Yang said with some concern, "But will she admit it?"
"There is no need for her to admit it," Mrs. Song said with the handle of the fan Knocking on the table gently, she said, "She is already full of misdeeds. Who will give her a chance to tell her the truth? Of course she should clean up early to avoid staining the lintel."
"That's it, that's it." Mrs. Yang After hearing this, he was so happy that he rubbed his hands, "The master is already disgusted with her. How can it be that she makes mistakes again and again, so why not just kill her."
"Yes, when the time comes, as long as we tell the outside world that she died of illness, who will investigate further?" Mrs. Song said with a smile, "After all, we are not the only ones looking forward to her death."
"When she dies, it's your turn. It's just a matter of time before she's straightened up." Mrs. Yang stared at her, a sinister light coming from the slits in her eyes. "No wonder we, she is looking for death."
Then the master and servant looked at each other and smiled. The sound was so triumphant and mysterious that the birds on the tree outside the window screamed strangely and flew away.
The news of Wen Mingqian's return caused quite a stir in the inner houses of the capital.
Hearing that she was going to host a banquet, many people wanted to join in the fun, not for anything else but to see how the second lady, who had not been seen for many years, looked like now.
As soon as the date here was set, Mrs. Song discussed with Gong Xu: "My sister-in-law is going to give birth in a few days. Recently, she always sends people to ask me to accompany her. As I know, there are no people in her natal family.
< br>Logically speaking, I should stay at home as a helper when Madam is having a treat, but I am afraid of making her worry because I have been the housekeeper for these years, so Madam expressed her displeasure many times when she returned home.
< br>If I stay at home this time and do everything carefully, my wife will inevitably think that I have bad intentions.
If I don't care, I'm afraid I will be accused of hiding evil.
That's why. Why don't I step aside for now to avoid trouble?"
After hearing this, Gong Xu said: "Well, having a child is a big deal, not to mention that there have been many requests over there, so it's not good if you don't go. As for the matter of entertaining guests at home, let her take care of it, so as to save you the trouble and trouble." "
"Thank you for your understanding, sir. Then I will simply take Bao'er to live with my brother for a while, and then come back after my sister-in-law has given birth safely." Ms. Song knew that Gong Xu would definitely agree if she asked.
"What's the point? You've already been in trouble enough. Do I have to make things difficult for you again?"
Gong Xu didn't approve of Wen Mingqian's treat. He thought she was too troublesome, but Wen Mingqian had no choice but to do so. I had already announced it in public on the day I returned home, and there was no way it could not be fulfilled.
The Gong family cannot afford to lose this person.
So after two days, Mrs. Song packed her things, told Wen Mingqian, and left the house with her son, Mrs. Yang and several other servants.
"This Song Fox is busy trying to clear herself up!" Zhang Ma pouted, "What happened to the treat then? She can just stand on the dry shore without getting her shoes wet."
" Then let's be more careful." Wen Mingqian was naturally not surprised by Song's move, "There's no way she wouldn't cause us trouble here." "Yes, even though she's gone, who is the servant in this house? Did she take the horse off?" Zhang Ma twisted her strong old waist and said, "We have already set up the formation and lined up the troops."
"Then we can just practice. Practice your skills," Wen Mingqian smiled brightly, "Catch a few little ghosts first."
There was a banquet held in the mansion, which was naturally more eventful than usual.
Ms. Song was not at home, and Mrs. Yang also went with her.
Steward Chen asks Wen Mingqian for instructions on everything, obviously showing respect, but in fact he just laughs when problems arise.
"Steward Chen, you have been a housekeeper in this house for six or seven years, and you are also doing old things. The banquet this time is not big or small, it must be a comparison before," Wen Mingqian smiled. Said, "Just follow the routine. If I have other plans, I will naturally tell you in advance. There is no need to ask me about everything." This is the first banquet after returning to the capital. Everything must be according to your wishes, so I asked for more instructions." Butler Chen lowered his head slightly and said, "As servants, we naturally have to obey the master's orders. I have been a housekeeper for several years, but after all I don’t know much about my wife’s preferences, and I am afraid that I will run into trouble.”
Butler Chen has always been on the same page as the Song family. Of course he will not help Wen Mingqian, but he is very good at dealing with it.
Wen Mingqian gave Zhang Ma a look, and Zhang Ma immediately said: "I know all Madam's preferences, you just need to ask me."
Butler Chen agreed and went on. Thinking of the second half of the day, I sprained my leg, saying that I couldn't walk anymore and needed to recuperate, so I took the opportunity to unload my errands.
The other servants were all gloating about the misfortune.
This one said: "Butler Chen has nothing to do this time, let them catch him blind!"
The one said: "Don't you want to have fun, madam? There's going to be fun this time."
The other said: "Well, just be careful! Didn't you see what happened with Hongxing and the pendant earlier?" "
Someone immediately retorted: "Oh, don't scare people with this, unless she punishes all the servants in this house!"
In short, Everyone was anxious and wanted to see Wen Mingqian make a fool of himself.
While they were discussing, Zhang Ma came and said to everyone: "Steward Chen twisted his leg. Madam said, let me take care of it for the time being. You all know my temper. If you don't want to lose face, just Cheer up and do your part.”
When everyone heard what she said, they all winked and snickered at each other.
An old country woman, who has never even seen a banquet in a serious public house, brazenly claims to be in charge.
It seems that this time the guests are going to make a big fool of themselves.
It’s no wonder these people think so. Wen Mingqian has neither prestige nor anyone in this mansion, so naturally he cannot convince the public.
Who would have thought that Zhang Ma's next words would make them all honest: "We have a lot of ugly talk in our heads. Although Butler Chen is injured and can't take care of things, none of you are three-year-olds. Do whatever you should and shouldn't do. , I know it all in my heart.
When I'm in charge, I naturally assign the errands clearly. If I don't, it's my fault.
But if the errands have been sorted out and I have not done my part well, then it is not my fault. ”
(End of this chapter)