Red Mansion Rebirth: Ghost Phoenix

During the Wanshou Festival, Jia Yuanchun, a female historian of the Daming Palace, behaved properly and in a proper manner, which won the praise of Empress Mo, and the Rongguo Mansion was also proud of it.

The Wang family kept their doors tightly shut and remained as quiet as death, refusing all visitors, even those from their own aunt, the second wife of the Rongguo Mansion, Mrs. Jia Wang.

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace took some time out from his busy schedule to summon Wu Liangyuan. He was very impressed by her talent and character, and ordered her to follow the Crown Princess to learn about palace affairs.

As for Mo Chenghui and Zhou Fengyi, there is no time to take care of them for the time being.

After the Wanshou Festival was over, everyone took a day off. On the third day, the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess brought Mo Chenghui to the palace to meet Queen Mo.

This trip will last for one day.

Tao Ge'er was so angry that he cried loudly in Cheng'en Hall because he didn't see his father and mother for one day.

Zitang couldn't coax him, so after thinking it over, she went to ask Yiqiu Dongdian: "Can you let the princess come back to accompany you for a while?"

Wang Xifeng then pulled He Ke aside and asked quietly, "Do you want to go?"

"I can go. Brother Tao is a very well-behaved boy." He Ke said this while raising his hand to untie his jade-colored vest and gave it to Ru'er to keep.

Wang Xifeng looked at this with both laughter and sadness, and hurriedly asked Ru'er for another skirt of slightly inferior material for her to replace it, but it was also a brand new, water-green Hu dress that looked refreshing and neat.

He Ke was reluctant to even give up his old jade-colored vest, let alone new clothes, and a look of conflict appeared on his face.

Wang Xifeng squatted down to adjust her belt and whispered, "This cloth is cheap and I have plenty in my warehouse. In addition to this color, there are also mauve and goose yellow. If you like it, we can make more when you come back!"

"That won't do either..." He Ke said, his eyes reddened, and he pursed his lips and muttered, "I've never worn a Hu costume before, this is the first time!"

"Who said the first one?" Ru'er was beside him, holding out a stack of seven or eight sets. "The weather is getting colder, and the princess practices martial arts every morning, so it's hard to guarantee that she won't be cold. This is what Cheng Hui specially asked me to make."

He Ke's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, but at the same time, tears also fell down, and he threw himself into Wang Xifeng's arms: "Madam Wang, I'm sorry, I said bad things about you before..."

"How did you say anything bad about me? We did talk about that topic, but you just changed the order, right?" Wang Xifeng hugged her and patted her thin back:

"Now, Sister Huo has learned the lesson, right? Some things cannot be said lightly, otherwise, if they are spread out in a disguised form, it will become your fault!"

He Ke sniffed and nodded with a red face. He wiped his tears and whispered to Wang Xifeng: "Madam Wang, I will go to Cheng'en Hall first and come back to talk to you!"

"Okay." Wang Xifeng agreed gently and turned to Xia Shouzhong, "You must accompany me personally and not miss a single look. If anyone dares to harm me, I will kick them to death, no matter who they are!"

Xia Shouzhong agreed with a smile: "Don't worry, Chenghui."

The two of them went.

It was already dusk and the sky was getting gloomy. Wang Xifeng sat by the window, practicing calligraphy while waiting. In less than half an hour, she began to feel uneasy.

After thinking about it, he called Meng Fanshuang again: "I am very panicked.

"Could you please ask Auntie to go to Cheng'en Palace and bring the literacy book that I made for Sister Huo these days, and tell her what I said. Perhaps Prince Duan can also use it."

Meng Fanshuang smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up: "If I didn't know Chenghui's age, and just looking at the way Chenghui has been taking care of Princess Heke these days, I would have thought you were a mother!"

Wang Xifeng's heart skipped a beat, but she put on a proud expression: "Am I more like a mother than those real mothers?"

Meng Fanshuang shook her head and walked away with a smile.

The only people left in the hall were Wang Xifeng, who was standing in front of the window with her head down and writing in her hand, and Ruer, who was sitting behind her and teaching Qiaogui how to embroider step by step, slowly and leisurely.

"Well, these few stitches are more stable. Well, if you embroider for a long time, your eyes will get blurry.

"Take paper and pen and go to the yard. There is a bunch of chrysanthemums in the corner. Draw it and bring it here. Tomorrow you can embroider the pattern you drew."

Ruer calmly sent Qiaogui out, put down her writing brush, walked to the window and watched Qiaogui go to the yard. Then she came over, took the pen from Wang Xifeng's hand, who was standing there in a daze, and put it on the pen holder.

He helped her walk to the beauty couch and let her lie down, then he whispered to her, "Cheng Hui, don't think too much.

"The princess is the princess, and you are you.

"You have experienced all the hardships in the past, chewed them thoroughly and swallowed them, which has given you the beautiful heart and beautiful words and another world today.

“Although the princess has lost her mother and someone is harboring bad intentions towards her, now that you have taken over and are ready to help her, she won’t have to endure those hardships anymore.

"In the palace, one's smile or frown can win favor, and one's words or sentences can cost one's life.

"The princess is pitiful, but this pity started when she was born. How long have we been here? You are already a bodhisattva for being able to lend a hand.

"Just follow your plan and help her for the next three years, teach her to read, and take care of her health.

"We won't ask or tell you anything else, and we can't lose everything. Don't you agree?"

Wang Xifeng sat there in a daze.

These words went in one ear and out the other, but what she was more concerned about was her Qiaojie.

Thinking of Qiaojie and then looking at Qiaogui outside the window, Wang Xifeng suddenly felt reluctant to let others use the word "Qiao".

Then he frowned, raised his chin, and asked, "Well, how about learning needlework?"

"Not bad." Ru'er gave her a strange look, "You can learn it after one lesson, and you are deft, so it's worth it..."

Wang Xifeng glared at her.

Ruer immediately changed her words: "Your understanding is much worse than mine back then!"

Then, seeing Wang Xifeng's expression slightly relieved, she continued tentatively, "I am still unhappy in my heart. I didn't even dare to call it a coincidence, but how could they be so coincidental?"

Wang Xifeng nodded immediately: "That's right!"

"I have another little idea." Ru'er looked at her encouraging eyes and continued slowly, "Miss, you have been taking classes for more than two months and have learned a lot of literary words.

"Otherwise, why don't you give all the servants new names?"

After hearing this thoughtful suggestion, Wang Xifeng immediately smiled and pinched Ruer's face: "Good girl, I really love you for a reason!

“Wait a moment.

“I haven’t finished learning the Book of Poetry yet.

"In two or three months, when we have finished learning the Book of Songs and it is time for the New Year, I will change your names together!"

Ru'er almost laughed out loud, but she had to keep a serious look on her face: "Then I'm looking forward to it!"

Wang Xifeng finally felt a little relieved from her unhappiness and simply stopped writing. She lay on the couch and talked with Ruer about the embroidery in the storehouse and the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts.

Meng Fanshuang walked into Cheng'en Hall steadily. Before she entered the hall, she found a little palace maid hiding in the dark. When she saw her coming, she turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Meng Fanshuang's heart sank: So, Cheng Hui's fear was not groundless!

She subconsciously lifted her skirt and quickened her pace!