Happy Marriage

Meng Mansion was not too far from Xia Mansion, and it was noon, and there were few pedestrians on the road, and it took half a meal to arrive.

With Chang Jing's support, Xia Ziwu got off the carriage and looked at the flying eaves and bucket arches, the red lacquer gate, and the corners of her lips raised unconsciously. I felt that I should have been born and raised in such a big family of Zhu Family. This is where I belong. She, Xia Ziwu, should have been the hostess here.

The concierge had eyesight, and as soon as the carriage stopped, he immediately greeted him, opened the door, welcomed An Ran into the mansion, and secretly looked at the arrogant Xia Ziwu curiously.

Xia Ziwu held her head high and her chest became more and more domineering.

As soon as you return to the mansion, you should go to see Mrs. Meng first. This is a courtesy.

Meng family members are simple, and Master Meng has only one married wife. They have Meng Jinglun and Meng Jingxian, a son and a daughter. The family treats each other with respect and harmony. This is also one of the main reasons why Xia Ansheng worked so hard to marry his sister An Ran into the Meng family.

Mrs. Meng had already received a report from her servants, and she couldn't figure out what the purpose of Xia Anran's return to her parents' house and bringing back a sister?

It is reasonable for the two families to get married and walk around with each other, but soon after the two got married, this younger sister lived in her elder sister's house in a grand manner, isn't it a bit unruly?

Madam Meng didn't know that the last time she returned safely to the province, something unpleasant happened at the Xia family, so she didn't think about those corners. He also politely invited Xia Ziwu in and exchanged a few words.

When Xia Ziwu came, Mrs. Xue prepared a nice gift, and Xia Ziwu presented it. In front of Mrs. Meng, she was completely reborn. It was like a different person, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, knowledgeable and eloquent, even An Ran Can't help but stare.

An Ran was usually gentle and obedient, but Mrs. Meng looked satisfied, but there was one thing that was unsatisfactory, that is, her temperament was too soft and she could not support the big scene.

And Xia Ziwu's performance in front of her was undoubtedly capable and transparent, and she began to compare unconsciously, and she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

An Ran sat next to her, hooked her head, listening to Xia Ziwu compliment Madam Meng with her tongue like a lotus, occasionally raising her head and smiling forcefully, her heart was naturally mixed.

After a few words of greetings, the manor's lunch was ready, so he invited Xia Ziwu to dine with him.

Because the Meng family is simple, they are not like other families when they eat. They each have their own yard. It's a family gathering together. Although they don't eat or sleep, they talk and laugh after tea and dinner, and they are happy.

At noon, Mr. Meng mostly stayed in the yamen of the Ministry of Rites and did not come back. Only Mrs. Meng, Mr. and Mrs. Meng Jinglun, and An Ran's aunt, Meng Jingxian, ate together.

Meng Jinglun came over from the study, and when he saw Xia Ziwu, his face immediately sank, and he glanced at An Ran reproachfully. An Ran swam away from her gaze, daring not to meet his gaze.

And Xia Ziwu finally saw Meng Jinglun, who was thinking about it all the time, and his eyes were glued to him.

However, in front of Mrs. Meng, she restrained herself, and she only called out timidly, "Brother-in-law."

It sounded like a jar of honey was added.

Madam Meng was instructing the servants on the side to treat Xia Ziwu well, but she did not pay attention to the turbulent turbulence, but the aunt Meng Jingxian saw the turbulence in her eyes, she understood it, gave An Ran a strange look, and murmured in a low voice with a cold snort. Said: "The Xia family really has a set."

Her voice was so low that outsiders couldn't hear it, but An Ran's cold snort from her nose was in her heart.

This little sister-in-law was spoiled by Mrs. Meng, and she was a bit unruly, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, but she had a good heart. She looked down on An Ran's background, and thought that the Xia family was clinging to her own family, and that the daughters of the Xia family were not worthy of her well-educated brother. Especially when Xia Anran married into the Meng family as she wished, it was indeed that An Sheng used a little trick. After she found out about it, she became more and more contemptuous.

Usually, it is not too difficult for Anran, but between the lines, the sensitive and careful Xia Anran can see it naturally.

She brought Xia Ziwu back to the Meng family, feeling that her thoughts were so obvious that anyone could see through. It's no wonder that the Xia family can't wait to send their daughter to the door.

She became more and more embarrassed and smiled apologetically at Meng Jingxian.

"Hurry up and sit down, be casual, you're welcome."

Madam Meng greeted Xia Ziwu warmly.

Xia Ziwu raised his eyebrows and smiled at Madam Meng: "Auntie, you don't have to be polite. I think this place is just like my own home. You are cordial and not reserved."

"That's good." Mrs. Meng nodded with satisfaction: "My family, Jingxian, has no playmates on weekdays. It's boring to be alone. You two are the same age, so you must have something to say."

Xia Ziwu turned her face towards Meng Jingxian and smiled brightly: "I just got married this year, I wonder if I'm crazy about how old my sister is?"

Meng Jingxian lowered her head and stirred the appetizer soup in front of her with a spoon, without raising her head: "Do I look so naive?"

Xia Ziwu smiled shyly: "I just think my sister is naive and she looks a little younger than me."

Meng Jingxian sneered unceremoniously: "With less effort, women will look younger."

Apart from being teased in front of An Sheng, Xia Ziwu had never been so angry with her? Immediately, I felt a gust of air twist and turn in my stomach.

Mrs. Meng was also a little embarrassed, and smiled to smooth things out: "Who can be like you, who is heartless all day long, talking like beans pouring into a bamboo tube, but not heartless."

Then he raised his chopsticks to pick up the dishes, and greeted Xia Ziwu: "Try the special dishes of our master, which is Jiangnan craftsmanship and the most exquisite."

Xia Ziwu hurriedly got up and picked it up with a plate.

As soon as I got up, I felt that the gas in my stomach was instantly released.

"Yeah!"

The voice was not too small or too small, like a cracked silk, thin and soft, with a lingering euphemism, and everyone around could hear it.

Xia Ziwu's face immediately turned red, and the fire was burning.

Chang Jing behind her hurriedly coughed as a cover.

Xia Ziwu sat down embarrassedly, everyone just pretended not to hear, and bowed their heads to eat.

After swallowing the two mouthfuls, she felt the air in her stomach surging again, making a "gugu" sound, and one couldn't help it, two or three times in a row.

The sound is loud and loud, like collapsing beans, and like a rapid airflow passing through the dilapidated cowhide drum face, the sound is louder than the sound, and it is heart-warming.

This farting in front of others is originally rude, let alone at the dinner table, let alone a woman who has not left the cabinet, let alone in the Meng family who inherited the family with the courtesy of Confucius and Mencius?

Xia Ziwu lost a lot of face this time, and wished he could dig a crack from the ground and get in.

The servants who were waiting behind him also looked at each other, looking at Xia Ziwu with cold sarcasm.

An Ran's face was naturally not good-looking, but this kind of thing couldn't be explained, it was obviously embarrassing.

It seems that there is a beginning, and the latter are scrambling. Xia Ziwu only felt a rush of anger in his stomach, and he couldn't hold back no matter what, even biting his teeth would not help.

Meng Jingxian threw the bowl and chopsticks in her hand and blessed Mrs. Meng: "Mother and brother take it slow, I'm already full! I'm full!"

Then he glared at Xia Ziwu with contempt, and left with a dark face.

Meng Jinglun was originally unhappy when he saw Xia Ziwu, and he also got angry with An Ran, and also stood up: "Mother is slow, the child is working hard."

Madam Meng glanced at An Ran, who was blushing, and Xia Ziwu, who was purple-faced, smiled apologetically: "Suddenly I feel a little unwell, so take a rest first, you can eat slowly, don't be restrained."

Xia Ziwu, who had just had a lot of words, said nothing at this time. He only felt that his stomach was full of mountains and seas, as if there were endless waves of air. He got up and sent Madam Meng away, gritted his teeth fiercely: "Where is the latrine?"

Xia Ziwu was embarrassed, but An Ran was not happy at all, and she was also embarrassed and embarrassed. He instructed Qingju, who was waiting on the side, "Qingju, take the third lady to the toilet."

Qingju was bowing his head and smirking, secretly marveling at the power of Second Miss's medicinal powder, and suddenly heard the call from his master, hurriedly suppressed his smug face, and took Xia Ziwu straight to the toilet.