Chapter 1287 Willing to be an ugly girl 14
I said this to tell everyone that Zunzi was not sent to the village.
Mrs. Akiko's elongated face looked a little prettier.
Xining said "yes" obediently and then asked: "Fathers and mothers, please don't work too hard. My daughter will leave here. When she has achieved a little success, she will send someone to inform her."
After getting on the bullock cart, as soon as the wheels started moving, Mrs. Akiko burst into tears.
Seeing that Mr. Fujiwara was upset, he comforted him: "I'm just going to stay in the village for a while, not entering the palace. It's okay."
"Who says it's okay? There are people who will take care of you when you come to the palace. But my poor noble son, who can't stop being suspicious of his son and striving for power, sends someone to do harm to his son." The makeup on Mrs. Mingzi's face should have been removed. My eyes were full of tears, I covered my face with my wide sleeves and kept crying.
Nozomi Fujiwara was crying so much that he thought that this daughter was so smart that she could not die young. So he turned around and shouted: "Zaemon!"
A domestic slave armed with a knife immediately stepped forward, knelt down and saluted: "My lord."
Noble Master Fujiwara gave the order: "Take ten people with you, follow Takashi, and listen to the little master's arrangements."
"Yes!" Zaemon accepted the order, immediately turned around, quickly selected ten of the slaves behind him, mounted his horse, and chased Miss Takashi's motorcade that had not gone far.
Mr. Fujiwara thought for a while and then said: "Butler, go and send my guard of honor to escort you."
When the housekeeper heard this, he immediately ran to the house to shout for the honor guard.
With the ceremonial guards and domestic servants, Mrs. Akiko burst into tears and laughed. She immediately covered her face with her sleeves and sobbed: "Thank you so much, sir. I know you love me dearly."
"Takako is our youngest daughter. Can you help me feel pain? My heart is aching." Fujiwara Michichiro was able to rule the country and was also good at coaxing women.
In fact, what I was thinking about was that it wouldn't hurt. If he learned that Zunzi was going to the village, the old guy Prince Shengming would go crazy without relying on his old age.
The ceremonial guard going to the court has stopped, but the ordinary ceremonial guard on weekdays must be prepared at all times during the day. He went out quickly, and he had already sent people to chase the car in front, telling them to slow down, and he caught up soon.
For a time, the motorcade going to the village was no worse than when Miss Fujiwara entered the palace.
"Miss, miss!" A Ling whispered outside the window.
Xining slightly held the hem of the bamboo curtain on the window, revealing a crack: "What's the matter?"
As a servant, A Ling does not have the right to ride in a car. All servants walk outside.
A-ling held the girl's hat and raised her head slightly to remind: "Miss, you can expose your sleeves outside the window."
When a noble lady goes out, she does not show her face. She drags her wide and gorgeous sleeves out of the window, letting others get a glimpse of her. On the one hand, it is to show off the family's financial resources, and on the other hand, it is to make people speculate about the appearance and temperament of the woman in the car.
Xining disagreed: "With this strength, there is no need to show the sleeves." After saying this, he unsnapped the bamboo curtain and continued to rest against it.
This was truly a "powerful display". Eleven slaves armed with swords, accompanied by prince-like traveling ceremonial guards, plus cars and accompanying slaves, pulled out more than ten meters away.
Along the way, pedestrians gave way. If not avoided, commoners need to kneel down, while untouchables may be beaten. They all hid and watched secretly. When they saw the Fujiwara family logo on the car and the accompanying maid, they all guessed which noblewoman or lady of the Fujiwara Michinaga family it was.
Before I even left the city gate, someone came to inquire.
Naturally, the people who come to ask are personal servants. You have to ask who is sitting in the car first before you can judge whether you want to see him or not.
The accompanying slaves will naturally have someone to respond. When I learned that it was the fifth lady of the Fujiwara family, I couldn't help but be shocked.
It's not that the female family members are going to enter the palace, even if the sixth lady goes out, she may not be able to do so with such momentum. Now that you know who it is, of course there is no need to ask for an interview. Even if a nine-year-old fifth lady is loved by Fujiwara Michizhang and given such a formation, there is no need to ask for an interview.
It is easy to please a woman, but it is a bit difficult to please a girl, and there is no reason to ask for a meeting.
The journey was peaceful and nothing happened, but Xi Ning was bored. It's a rare time to go out. You can't roll up the bamboo curtain to look out, you can only look out through the bamboo curtain. I could vaguely see the bustling streets of Jingdong. This city was modeled after Chang'an and Luoyang in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It looked clean and prosperous and looked like a replica. In fact, it was only one-fifth of the size of Chang'an. It is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger. Another difference is that there are many cherry blossoms planted.
The cherry blossoms are not in full bloom yet, and they will bloom in half a month at most. Once the cherry blossoms bloom, they will soon enter their peak flowering period, and then the whole city will be decorated like a sea of flowers, extremely beautiful.
Xining sighed slightly, but it was a pity that she had to leave immediately, otherwise she would see such a grand scene if she left when the cherry blossoms were blooming.
Thinking about sitting in the car, when the car swayed slightly, one or two cherry blossom petals floated in from the gap in the bamboo curtain and fell on her gorgeous clothes. How poetic and picturesque it was.
Mo Ming: "I know you like stinky beauties, and you also avoid responsibilities. You're going to run away again this time!"
Hehe, this is the fire pit, and it is a luxurious fire pit. Of course, the sooner you leave, the better. When you can't escape, you can only stay in it and slowly die.
It's like a frog falling into a pot made of gold that was lit on fire, thinking he could survive, but ended up being boiled to death by the hotter and hotter water.
Thinking about the eleven people given by her biological father to protect her, and the six senior slaves given by her biological mother, Xining began to make plans...
In the afternoon, we stopped for a while on the road, everyone took a rest and had something to eat, and then continued on their way.
Looking at what A Ling brought in, there were four pieces of sou and two rice balls with pickled vegetables that were about the size of soup dumplings. Although sou was a good thing, adding all of it together was not enough.
Xining could only gnaw slowly with tears in her eyes, fearing that she would accidentally swallow such a small rice ball whole.
Zhuangzi is about twenty miles outside the city. The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has elegant scenery. There are more than ten acres of farmland outside the village, which is enough to support all the expenses of Zhuangzi. So, after all, they are biological parents, so they chose a good place.
When the car arrived at the door, the manager of the village and four old ladies were already waiting at the door.
Xining got out of the car and walked in slowly. They followed, and the steward introduced himself, followed by the four young stewards from the four separate courtyards.
The scenery here is really nice, it should have been cleaned before she came. And because of the beautiful scenery here, the Fujiwara family’s children come here from time to time to enjoy the flowers and walk in the snow, so they clean it frequently. The courtyard was clean and the stones turned white.
Walking to the inner hall, Xining knelt down and said slowly: "Pack your things as soon as possible. After an hour, everyone will gather in the courtyard."
The manager was stunned: "Everyone?"
"How many people are there in total? Can't they fit in the yard outside?" Xining asked.
The steward immediately came back to his senses and said with an apologetic smile: "There are five people in each courtyard and one steward. Including those in the dining room and the door, there are a total of thirty-seven people."
A-ling served the freshly brewed tea: "Miss, please use it."
Being thirsty, Xining took the tea, slowly took a sip, and said slowly: "Okay! Let's wait outside in an hour."
(End of chapter)