The Stepmother is Unkind

As soon as Yin Mingyu opened his eyes today, he found that the house was not as bright as it used to be. After asking Fang Zhi, the clouds covered the fog outside.

If it rains, it is not suitable to travel. Yin Mingyu put on his coat and stood in front of the window and looked at the sky outside for a while, then turned his head to Jin'er and said, "Go to the main courtyard and ask the old lady, if you want a mutton pot for dinner. "

Jin Er was blessed, and then turned around and went out.

Yin'er found a thicker skirt, came over and asked, "Miss, what are you going to do today?"

Yin Mingyu closed the window and said leisurely, "If it rains, I go out for a walk, and if it doesn't rain, I lie on the couch and read a book."

Yin'er tilted her head, puzzled: "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

Yin Mingyu smiled while putting on his clothes: "No, I'm going to appreciate the poetry and painting in the mountains and rain."

Yin'er understood, "The maid, go and find your cloak."

Yin Mingyu nodded.

After a while, Jin'er came back and said, "Madam, the old lady gladly agreed."

The word "Xin Ran" was used quite interestingly. Yin Mingyu raised the corner of his mouth, deliberately walked to the window where the little lamb was, and said, "You have to kill a sheep before you can put the mutton in the pot."

The little lamb was grazing attentively, and could not understand human words, but I wondered if he felt murderous. He raised his head from the trough and looked around blankly.

It's the only thing I haven't thought about looking back...

Yin Mingyu glanced at it with pity, then turned and lay down on the soft couch, with a thin quilt on his knees, and picked up the book leisurely.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of raindrops hitting the roof and falling water from the eaves gradually sounded in my ears.

People in rainy days prefer to hide in the warm bed, Yin Mingyu is also a little lazy, or Yin'er asks her if she is going out, she lifts the thin quilt and gets up.

She put on a thick dress, put on a cape, and held an oil-paper umbrella before stepping out of the door.

As soon as the group walked to the front yard, a familiar guard greeted them, saluted respectfully, and presented a letter, "Young Madam, Xiao will deliver a letter for Lang Jun."

Yin'er stepped forward to take it and passed it on to Yin Mingyu.

Yin Mingyu held the oil-paper umbrella with one hand, took the letter with the other, and asked the guard a few words casually. He learned that Xie Qin had allowed the guard to stay overnight in Zhuangzi and returned to Beijing tomorrow.

So he put the letter in his sleeve and continued to walk outside the village, without any plans to go back to read the letter immediately.

The drizzle is continuous, looking at the distant mountains, misty clouds and clouds, strolling in it, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the green leaves, the heart is extraordinarily peaceful.

Jin'er and Yin'er also each held an oil-paper umbrella and slowly followed behind her, but they got closer and closer to the mountain behind Zhuangzi.

This foot stepped on some mud again, and Yin'er shook it gently and asked, "Miss, you want to enjoy the scenery, why are you going this way?"

In front of the forest, there is a thick and long tree trunk lying on the ground. Yin Mingyu picked up his sur skirt, walked over quickly, took a closer look, and said with a smile: "Come on, let's pick some fresh fungus and go back to the pot."

Jin'er Yin'er: "..."

It turns out that viewing the scenery is fake, but thinking about the fungus is the real thing.

But Yin'er happily trotted over in the next moment, half squatted beside the tree trunk, lifted up her jacket, and said excitedly, "Miss, the maid is in her pocket."

Jin'er walked over and said, "Ma'am, why don't you get up and the maid will pick it for you?"

Yin Mingyu rejected her, wrapping her sleeves around her arms, and grabbing the fungus on the tree trunk with one hand, "I looked at it before, but I suddenly remembered today, and it really grew up."

Yin'er touted: "It's still lady, you have good eyesight."

Jin'er couldn't stand still, so she walked around and squatted across from them to grab the fungus together.

The three oil-paper umbrellas, if seen from a distance, look like three moving mushrooms.

And there was a row of fungus on the trunk, and there were a lot of them, but they couldn't stand the picking of the three masters and servants, and they were emptied in a while.

When she was about to return home, Yin'er exclaimed in a low voice, "Miss! Your sleeves are wet!"

Yin Mingyu raised her sleeve and saw that her left sleeve was loose and wet, so she hurriedly reached in and took out the letter.

She has been very careful just now, but the letter is still wet, and I don't know if it will faint.

It would be extremely rude to the sender of the letter if it was destroyed.

Yin Mingyu frowned slightly and said, "Let's go back first."

The three master and servant speeded up and returned to the house, Yin'er took the fungus to the pantry, and Yin Mingyu led Jin'er back to their yard.

Jin Er put away the umbrella and immediately went to get dry clothes.

Yin Mingyu walked over to the desk to open the letter. When he opened the envelope, only the two corners of the letter were wet, and he fainted for a few words, but he could still vaguely recognize the handwriting.

She put down the letter for a while, went to change her clothes, and then came back to read the letter.

Xie Qin's second letter started with the same wording as the previous letter, and the tone of the text was still serious, but Yin Mingyu gradually frowned as he read it.

In the letter, Xie Qin said that he gave Zhu Cao the choice to eliminate the deed and marry someone or go to the dowry Zhuangzi, but Zhu Cao was unwilling to accept it.

In this regard, Yin Mingyu is not too surprised. It is normal to be unwilling to leave the shelter of Xie's family without root duckweed.

Xie Qin also said that Zhu Cao said some inappropriate remarks when he was emotional, and it was inconvenient to write it down in the letter about her, and she had to deal with it in person after returning to Beijing.

He didn't say what was the matter, or whether it was serious or not, and it didn't seem urgent between the lines, but to a curious person, it was like a hook hanging there, making her unable to help guessing what the vermillion grass was. Say something about her.

But Xie Qin has always been this kind of taciturn nature, and being anxious with him will only make himself irritable, so Yin Mingyu simply threw the letter away and got up and went to the main courtyard to eat pot.

On a rainy day, Xie Ce could only stay in the house, which was like a blow to a child who was playing wild.

Ever since he learned that he can't go out, he has staggered and always wanted to slip to the door.

Mrs. Xie asked him to come back several times. After he was playing, he rubbed against the door again, lying there looking out pitifully through the crack of the door.

Looking at that appearance, Mrs. Xie was angry and funny.

No, it's gone again...

And this time, as soon as Xie Ce was lying on the door, he rushed outside and shouted happily, "Mother!"

When Mrs. Xie heard it, she instructed her maid, "Take him away, don't eat the wind."

The maid took Xie Ce away, and the other maids opened the door.

Yin Mingyu stepped in, saluted properly, and then asked, "Grandma, when are we going to eat?"

Xie Ce's enthusiasm didn't get any attention, and he said in a milky voice to attract her attention: "Mother~"

Yin Mingyu smiled at him, then looked at Madam Xie again, "I'll go pick fungus to honor you, I'm hungry~ Grandma, when are we going to eat?"

Madam Xie glared at her lightly, and waved her hand impatiently, "Place the meal."

The copper pot was placed in the middle, and the charcoal fire was added. The three young and old sat around the pot, only Xie Ce Tong said childish words, and Mrs. Xie responded from time to time. Yin Mingyu's attention was all on the pot.

The soup was boiled in advance, and the milky white soup gradually bubbling in the copper pot, and it didn't take long for it to tumble.

The chopsticks hold the thin slices of mutton, which can be scalded by rolling a few times in the pot.

After a few mouthfuls, I felt warm all over.

The autumn rainy day is suitable for eating pot, and Mrs. Xie and Xie Ce also have good appetites. As for the fungus that Yin Mingyu picked by himself, the dining room said that it has not been exposed to the sun, so it can only be brought back to the house to eat.

They were comfortable and enjoying themselves here, but the other three in Beijing were so busy that they couldn't even get together for dinner.

Xie Qin was invited by Chu He to be a guest at his house.

Chu He also prepared a hot soup pot, but when the two men sat together, Xie Qin was not good at talking, and it was not lively after all.

Chu He was already used to it, but he didn't take it seriously. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it by himself. After a few glasses, he asked, "Are the old lady and younger siblings still in the village?"

Xie Qin said lightly: "Yes."

Chu He asked casually: "The Yin family is discussing marriage for the two ladies in the family. The younger brother and sister are their own sisters. Don't you plan to come back?"

Xie Qin had never paid attention to this matter and didn't know it, but Chu He actually knew that Xie Qin looked at him with a bit of inquiry, "You and I are men, you should obey the etiquette, and you shouldn't talk about ladies casually."

Chu Helang smiled, "Between you and me, why keep it secret?"

Xie Qin heard what he said and asked, "Do you want me to be a matchmaker with Erniang?"

Chu He rubbed the wine glass, and after drinking it, he shook his head and smiled and said, "I am also a handsome man, but the third lady of the Yin family sees me as normal, and at first glance, I am a little ambitious. I am not a good match for her."

Seeing him like this, Xie Qin asked, "You really don't plan to fight for one or two?"

"I'm different from you Xie Jingming. What I want is not the life of my parents. Since I know that there is no fate, I don't have to force it." Chu He smiled regretfully and freely.

It's a pity that he rarely meets a little lady, and he misses a bit. Unfortunately, not only is he not a good match for his age, but his ambition is also not a good match.

And he really prefers to lack rather than waste. Originally, he was ready for one person, one house, no worries, and indulgence for a lifetime. Now it's just business as usual.

The reason why he mentioned it, Chu He chuckled, "Yin Sanniang's temperament is good, but it is easy to suffer losses. If there is a sister who is helping Zhangyan, maybe it will be smoother after marriage."

Xie Qin was thoughtful.

When he returned to the mansion, Xie Qin wrote another letter to Yin Mingyu, mentioning the Yin family's proposal, and sent it to Zhuangzi the next day.

At the same time, another letter went out from Yin's house and also went straight to Zhuangzi of Xie's house.

Yin Mingyu first received a letter from the Yin family, which belonged to his mother, the Han family.

What the mother-in-law said in the letter was that Sanniang and Siniang were discussing marriage. She told her not to go back and get involved, saying that Siniang had fallen, and Sanniang had to break in. If others stopped her, she would probably have resentment.