The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Zhuang Shiyang cared about this daughter very much. In his memory, he and his mother had never had such a warm moment with Zhuang Shiyang, but she was clearly the serious daughter-in-law. The fate was really ironic.

Zhou was full of laughter, but Hanyan clearly saw her glance over here just now, so he must have seen it. Even if she didn't see it, with so many servants serving tea around, could it be that all of them are blind? It was clearly instructed early in the morning, did you want to show off your power?

Ji Lan couldn't see it, and wanted to remind him angrily, but Han Yan stretched out his hand to stop him. They are happy to act, and she is happy to watch it. Anyway, watching a play is much easier than acting, and Zhou wanted to force her to speak first, so that she would lose her momentum from the start. She just didn't open her mouth to see who was more patient.

While talking with Zhuang Shiyang, Mrs. Zhou secretly glanced at Han Yan, how could this little hoof be so calm? Originally, he wanted to hang out with her for a while, but Zhuang Hanyan, who had been wronged, would definitely not be able to help interrupting the conversation of the elders. This is disrespect. If she called Qu a few more words along the way, Zhuang Shiyang would be even more displeased. Even if Zhuang Hanyan kept waiting without opening her mouth, such a long time would be enough to dampen her spirit.

It's a pity that Mrs. Zhou soon found out that she was wrong. Han Yan always looked at them with a smile on her face. When she met her gaze, she didn't dodge or avoid it, and the corners of her lips even raised higher, as if she had encountered something extremely happy. Zhou was taken aback, but seeing Han Yan's bright eyes, with a perceptive gaze, seemed to have a hint of sarcasm, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

When I looked at it again, Han Yan smiled innocently like that.

She was startled, and quickly comforted herself, the other party was just a little girl in her teens, so why should she be afraid. With such a dazed effort, Zhuang Shiyang had already spotted Han Yan following her gaze, and frowned: Yan'er is coming, I don't know how to make a sound.

Only then did Hanyan bring Ji Lanshuhong forward, and saluted timidly: Daddy, Yan'er didn't want to disturb Madam's conversation with you, so I had to stand aside and wait. Besides, Madam has been looking at Yan'er just now, Yan'er thought Daddy already knew about it.

With a few words, he explained that he acted in accordance with the etiquette, and also implied that Mrs. Zhou had seen her a long time ago but didn't remind her, so what was in her mind.

Zhuang Shiyang was taken aback, and immediately understood what she meant. He glanced at Mrs. Zhou in a calm manner. He always turned a blind eye to what tricks the wives and concubines played in the inner house. But playing tricks in front of him, it seems that he doesn't take him seriously. Besides, Hanyan is also his legitimate daughter, so many servants are watching, and they don't know how it will be spread out later. Would it be said that Zhuang Shiyang allowed the outer room to bully his daughter-in-law and cause trouble in the inner house? He is a civil servant, the most important thing is reputation.

Zhou's heart tightened, and she quickly apologized and said with a smile: I don't know that it is the fourth young lady. I just said which girl is so beautiful, like the fairy girl in the painting. If I knew it was Sister Yan, my concubine It’s too late to greet him personally.”

This is a wonderful remark, it not only clears himself up, but also pleases her. Han Yan smiled slightly, she had a good plan, and when she saw that the momentum was not right, she flattered herself, and wanted to soften her attitude first?

It's a pity, Han Yan lowered his head and said respectfully: The little girl is mediocre in appearance, Madam is overrated.

Zhuang Shiyang was very satisfied with her submissive attitude, and quickly frowned again: Why do you still call me Ma'am, I should call you Aunt Zhou.

Aunt Zhou? Han Yan raised her small face, her black and white eyes were full of doubts: Which aunt is this Yan'er?

Zhuang Shiyang's face was a little embarrassed, but a trace of resentment flashed in Zhou's eyes.

Yan'er, what nonsense, this is your mother. The Zhou family's identity is indeed embarrassing, if it is not so anxious to enter the mansion, it is not impossible to enter the house in a serious manner after the funeral. But I don’t know if it’s because she’s worried about long nights and dreams. The Zhou family chooses to enter the mansion at this time. She is not an aunt or a concubine, but wants to enter the mansion as a hostess, but she can’t speak for outsiders. She can only enter the mansion as a concubine first. , and will be raised as the main room in the future.

Since it's mother, why do you call it Aunt Zhou? Han Yan said innocently: Father, when mother entered the mansion, all the aunts offered tea, and the elders of the clan also came to congratulate you. Since Aunt Zhou entered It’s also Daddy’s wife, Yan’er thinks that all aunts and elders must be notified.”

No! Before she finished speaking, Zhuang Shiyang flatly refused, feeling guilty involuntarily. This matter must never be mentioned to the elders of the clan, he never thought of promoting the Zhou family now. At first, I thought that Han Yan was young, so I coaxed her to call her Aunt Zhou first, and then Mrs. Zhou changed his words after raising Mrs. Zheng, but now it is really impossible.

There was undisguised disappointment in Zhou's eyes, only Hanyan was still smiling, didn't he work hard to be the mistress of the mansion? Can! As long as the elders can be convinced, and from the very beginning, you must be ready to fight with the aunts. After living in the mansion for so many years, Han Yan doesn't think that these aunts in her family are fuel-efficient lamps. If you like to calculate so much, even if it is good enough.

Just about to add fuel to the fire, a soft voice interrupted her: This is Sister Yan'er?

Han Yan sneered in his heart, and finally came.

Zhuang Yushan was wearing a long pink cotton silk dress with a very wide hem, a pattern of begonias embroidered on the chest, and a short Yunru jacket over it. Combing a flowing cloud bun, with a few exquisite butterfly gold hairpins inserted in her hair, she was originally beautiful, although she was young and her figure had not yet grown up, after all she had the graceful demeanor of a girl. Such a well-dressed body makes the whole person look slim and beautiful.

This attire seemed to be even more refined than that of her prostitute. It's no wonder that Wei Rufeng's heart is moved, such a beautiful woman, Xie Yujiaohua, is much more moving than her silent and dull appearance. Thinking of Wei Rufeng, my heart aches again.

That Xiangzhuang Yushan had already held Hanyan's hand kindly, and said with a smile: When I see my sister, I like her very much.

Hanyan's eyes fell on her hands, the fingers painted with bright red Kodan were as white as jade. She also smiled innocently, but what she said next surprised everyone in the room.

Unfortunately, I don't like my sister.

Hanyan's peripheral vision fell on Zhou's face, and seeing her face change, Zhuang Yushan didn't expect her to say that, and was stunned for a moment.

What did you say? It was Zhuang Shiyang who spoke, and he slapped the table hard: What kind of attitude is this? Your mother taught you how to behave like this on weekdays! Kneel down!

Han Yan bit her lip, bowed her head and knelt down.

A hint of joy flashed in Zhuang Yushan's eyes, and he quickly changed into a look of grievance, and generously persuaded: It's okay, my sister may not be familiar with me, it's cold on the ground, sister should get up quickly.

Hanyan laughed secretly, knowing that her father was the most arrogant in her life, and hated others who disobeyed him the most. On weekdays, his mother and aunt's servants obeyed him in everything. Zhuang Yushan wanted to pretend to be a good person, but he directly ignored Zhuang Shiyang's attitude.