Scheme of the Official Descendant

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The fifth wife immediately stopped walking, and the look of surprise in her eyes made her full of vitality in an instant, and the previous resentment and grievance immediately disappeared.

"Sister-in-law, can you see if my eyes are swollen?" Mrs. Lin hurriedly tugged on the sleeves of the eldest lady, and asked a little shyly.

Before the eldest lady spoke, the women and maids in the old lady's room covered their mouths and laughed, and the tense and depressed atmosphere just now disappeared.

The old lady looked over: "Why are you still here?"

Lin looked at the old lady with a face full of pleading: "Mother, Shi Mao is back, I..."

Everyone in the Ren family knew that the fifth wife and the fifth master had been friends since they were young, and although the young couple had quarreled since they got married, they quarreled at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. As long as the fifth master is at home, the two of them are as good as one person.

The old lady Ren loves her youngest son, and this daughter-in-law is from her mother's family, so she just turned a blind eye.

But this time, Mrs. Lin obviously offended the old lady severely, and the old lady scolded with a straight face: "Did you fall on deaf ears to what I said?"

The eldest wife pulled the overjoyed fifth wife and whispered: "Fifth brother and sister, your eyes are swollen like peaches, and your makeup is also taken away..."

Lin-shi reached out her hand to touch her face, and said in a hurry, "Mother, I'll go back and wash my face first." After saying that, she ran out in a hurry. I completely forgot what the old lady told her to go to the ancestral hall to think about her mistakes.

The old lady Ren became angry again, pointing at her back and said to the eldest lady: "Look at her, look at her, how can there be any rules? There is no law!"

The eldest lady lowered her head and smiled, stepped forward and directed the maids to remove the table, and then said gently: "Fifth siblings know that you always love her, it's because of being close to you."

Old Madam Ren snorted coldly: "It was I who made her lose her sense of proportion, and now I don't even pay attention to me!"

As soon as this remark came out, a loud voice from outside continued: "Who dares not to look down on you, mother? My son is the first one not to spare him!"

Immediately after the curtain was lifted, two men of about the same height walked in.

The round face and round eyes walking in front, the two deep dimples on his cheeks are exactly the same as those of Mrs. Ren, making him look a bit childish, and he looks like a young man with a weak crown even though he is already twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

The man walking behind him was a lot more mature than him, with handsome eyebrows and slender eyes, wearing only a white single robe with wide sleeves in such a cold weather, his movements were as graceful as a fairy, and his posture was elegant.

The old lady Ren glanced at the boy-faced man, and said coldly: "You said that! Don't deny it when the time comes!"

Ren Shimao, who just answered the words casually, saw that the situation was wrong, rolled his eyes, and immediately pulled Ren Shimin forward, kowtowed to the old lady Ren with a smile, and put aside the previous topic.

The old lady turned her gaze to Ren Shimin's clothes, and frowned, "What are you wearing? Are all the people around you dead?"

Ren Shimin raised his head unhurriedly: "Back to mother, this is called the Wangxian Robe, which is very popular in Beijing recently, and famous scholars in the scholastic circle have one. This one was sewn by Mu Yingniang, a skillful lady from the capital. Five My younger brother has a similar one, but it's made of blue brocade."

"Go back and change it for me! Your father saw you and you have to kneel in the ancestral hall again! Get up." The old lady Ren was displeased.

Ren Shimin didn't argue, and stood up gracefully. The maid beside him knew his delicate temperament, and hurriedly came over and knelt at his feet to straighten his slightly wrinkled robe.

Over there, Ren Shimao had already sat on the kang and talked to the old lady about the things on the way: "...It was supposed to be delayed for a few days, but I happened to meet the father and son of the Han family. There are many people in their caravan who specialize in clearing the way. My third brother and I Just come back after them."

"Since I have accepted your favor, remember to ask the housekeeper to prepare a thank you ceremony to send over later." The old lady Ren explained.

Ren Shimin walked to the chair beside him and sat down, took the tea brought by the maid: "I have already given Mr. Han a set of calligraphy and painting."

"What calligraphy and painting?"

"Mr. Han saw the third brother's calligraphy and painting, and liked it very much. The third brother gave him one of his recent proud works." Ren Shimao winked at Ren Shimin.

The old lady Ren glared at them: "It's just a child's plaything, how can it be counted? You remember to ask the housekeeper to prepare a generous gift. If you have time, you can take someone to the Han's house yourself, or let the people around you It’s okay for the personal servant to accompany the butler.”

Ren Shixu grinned and said yes, but Ren Shimin frowned and glanced at his mother, after all he shook his head and concentrated on drinking tea.

The mother and son talked for a while, and the old lady Ren saw that although Ren Shimao had been having fun all the time, her mind was not here. She understood but pretended not to know. Now, go back and see you."

Ren Shimin froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, mother."

Ren Shimao got up happily: "Let's go with my third brother, go back and change clothes first, and come back later to talk with my mother."

The old lady Ren glanced at him lightly: "Did I let you go? If you stay, I still have something to tell you!"

Ren Shimao was a little disappointed, but sat down obediently, and said with a smile: "Well, I also want to spend more time with my mother, as long as you don't dislike your son's dusty clothes and dirty clothes."

The old lady Ren snorted coldly when she heard this, she couldn't be fooled by him.

Ren Shimin put down the tea bowl, got up and left. Before leaving, he still paused in front of the maid who served him tea, and said slowly: "The water temperature is not enough, remember to use freshly boiled water when serving this kind of Wuyi tea next time."

"Your servant will remember, third master." The servant girl bowed her head in response with a bitter face.

Ren Shimin left freely.

When he was about to reach Ziwei Courtyard, he saw a figure wearing a thick fur cloak and covering himself tightly with a hood standing at the gate of the courtyard from afar.

As he got closer, the man seemed to have seen him, and hurriedly took two steps forward, but he almost fell because he stepped on the empty stone steps, and the hood slipped off, revealing a delicate little face.

Ren Shimin laughed loudly when he saw it, and walked over quickly, his cheerful and clear voice echoed in the courtyard where the ice and snow were melting: "Yaoyao, are you waiting for daddy?"

Ren Yaoqi looked at the handsome man striding towards her, at his eyebrows that were still flying, and at him not forgetting to pay attention to his manners even when he walked, tears blurred his eyes.

"Daddy..."

She once blamed her father for being obsessed with painting and calligraphy, but not caring about the affairs of the Ren family, and having no right to speak about the elders' decisions.

But in the end, he used his life to fight for her.

Ren Yaoqi rushed forward and hugged Ren Shimin, and buried her tearful face on the lapel of his chest.

Ren Shimin was originally very happy, but now his body froze, and he stared at the top of his little daughter's head with a tangled face, and finally couldn't help but put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her away.

"Yaoyao, you stained Daddy's clothes!" Ren Shimin looked at the water stain on his chest with a disgusted face, and accused him.

Ren Yaoqi looked at his disgusted face but gave a "puchi" smile, unable to cry anymore: "Daddy, you are still like this..." she said softly.

"What?"

Ren Shimin took out a handkerchief and wiped his clothes clean first, then squeezed the handkerchief with two fingers and handed it to Ren Yaoqi.

"Wipe your face quickly, it's as dirty as a little tabby cat."

Ren Yaoqi glanced at the handkerchief speechlessly, shook her head, and took out her own handkerchief from her cuff: "No, you are back,

I am very happy. "

Ren Shimin threw away the handkerchief casually, and patted Ren Yaoqi on the head: "Good boy, Daddy remembered the clothes and jewelry you wanted, and bought you two big boxes, and someone will send you to your house later."

Ren Yaoqi was about to say something, but when she saw Ren Shimin shift her gaze behind her, she was stunned.

She turned her head and saw Ren Yaohua, who was only wearing a rouge-colored cotton jacket and cotton skirt, standing behind the door, looking at her and Ren Shimin.

"Ah, Yaohua is back?" Ren Shimin nodded towards Ren Yaohua with a smile on his face.

Ren Yaohua took a few steps forward and bowed to Ren Shimin: "Father." Her posture was correct, and her lowered head made her look a little less domineering and arrogant than usual.