On a hot summer day, the loft built against the mountain is in the shadows, which is particularly cool and pleasant. But Mrs. Mu, who was lying on the couch, has been in a bad mood recently, not only because of the death of her sister in the former boudoir. To tell the truth, the people in this identity are more or less mentally prepared, and they have experienced a lot of things, from Prime Minister Hu Weiyong to Li Shanchang to Lan Yu, too many nobles suddenly collapsed in an instant at their peak.

Mrs. Mu shed tears several times for this, set up an offering table in the garden to worship, and actively sent people to inquire about the descendants of the good sisters afterwards, take care of them, and also wrote a letter to remind the eldest son Mu Chun to be cautious at all times, and warned the second child Mu Sheng to keep a low profile and be loyal to the emperor.

Everything that should be done has been done, and it has recovered in the past six months, it is said that it has been less than a year since her husband died of illness, and Mrs. Mu, who gathers less and leaves more, has never been so sad, and the reason for her unhappiness is her daughter's lifelong event.

In the blink of an eye, there are so many fewer people who are right, and the rest of the people are either too high in status or have a lower door, and the rest of the suitable people are scattered, and there are too few good children of the right age and both civil and military in the family. The son of the Wenchen family didn't dare to think about it, originally he looked at Haode Zhan Yu the most and said that it was gone, and the Wenchen family couldn't catch up with An Sheng from the Wuchen family, who knew that the emperor didn't care about the civil and military marriage?

Most of the excellent scholars are from poor backgrounds, arrogant and old-fashioned, far more gentle and considerate than children who are not born in wealth, know pain and know heat, but most of them are too attentive and like the new and hate the old, and Mrs. Mu is reluctant to let her daughter follow her husband to go to various places to be an official, the most important thing is that she doesn't know the roots, and she doesn't worry about her character.

For the sake of their children's marriage, all mothers have to think about it, afraid of this and that, and there are always countless excuses and concerns.

There are a lot of children in the royal family, because of their own identity, they have to be married by Bixia personally, and they have already allowed Ning Xue's dead girl to choose their own marriage, it stands to reason that it is impossible to go back, unless she asks in person. The problem is that Mrs. Mu still has the most worrying layer, that is, the funeral system of this dynasty, with Ning Xue's temperament, once there is no one, even if there is a son and a half daughter, there may be a chance that she will ask for a burial, even if the concubine does not have to be martyred.

"The dead girl is too stubborn." Mrs. Mu opened her mouth angrily and scolded, letting the maid who was kneeling beside her fan the wind, pinched a chilled grape casually, peeled the skin and removed the seeds, the white and tender fruit was crystal clear, and handed it to the mouth of the sweaty Qiuwen on the tip of her nose, and Qiuwen opened her mouth with a sweet smile.

In fact, Mrs. Mu also knows that her worries are purely superfluous, she has been too lonely recently, she loves to think crankily when she has nothing to do, and the weather is so hot that she is irritable, if there is really a suitable person, she is reluctant to marry her daughter.

Mrs. Mu married into the Mu family when she was fourteen years old, and she is not yet forty years old this year, she has a good appearance, and she is good at maintenance. At this time, he was wearing a translucent light spring shirt, wearing a milky white silk belly pocket inside, and his bare feet were not wearing shoes and socks, which looked very sultry.

Mu Sheng and his wife are in the capital, Mu Ang is impatient and restrained, so he has to live in the outer courtyard, and now the inner house is full of women, so Mrs. Mu has no scruples, and she is very cool on a hot day.

In the end, Mrs. Mu let out a long sigh, looked at her daughter and guests under the octagonal pavilion in the garden through the window, and said in her heart that it seems that the Xu family's kid is still cheap, who knows that there will be a big disaster in the capital, so that his rivals in love are almost gone. And this kid is too cunning and too smart, he has been dangling under the noses of himself and his daughter for nearly a year, except that his character is clearly touched, others are really not at ease.

"We'll see. If you have the ability, you will have to wait for another two years. The corners of Mrs. Mu's mouth curled up unwillingly, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Qiu Wen, whose arm was sore, handed the fan to the other maids, and suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, which immediately alarmed Mrs. Mu.

"What are you laughing at, let's hear it." Mrs. Mu, who was bored, asked with her eyes closed.

Qiu Wen waved his hand and chuckled: "Don't dare to say." ”

Mrs. Mu stretched out her hand, pinched Qiu Wen's face accurately with two fingers, and deliberately threatened: "If you don't say anything, I'll tear your mouth." ”

"I said I said." Qiu Wen intended to make Mrs. happy, and quickly begged for mercy, and said with a smile: "You all go down." ”

After sending away a few little girls, Qiu Wen put her head to her lady's ear, and couldn't help but chuckle: "What do you think, slave maid!" You're not picking a future son-in-law, otherwise why would you be more interested than a girl? ”

Mrs. Mu was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red, and she scolded with angry fingers: "You dead girl, you are all my favorite, you are lawless, and you dare to arrange me, how can it be reasonable." ”

Even if Qiu Wen is Mrs. Madame's confidant for many years, she didn't dare to say anything after making fun of her, but changed her tone and sighed: "I don't blame you for worrying about the girl's marriage, since the master went, this day has been really difficult." ”

"Who's to say it isn't." Mrs. Mu sighed faintly, the jokes in the boudoir were not taken seriously, and said with a forced smile: "Although you have been combed by the master, fortunately, you have no name, so if you have a suitable one, you can marry." ”

Qiu Wen's face was sad, and he shook his head and said: "The slave will definitely accompany Mrs. and admit to being a widow for the rest of her life." ”

Mrs. Mu gently stroked Qiu Wen's cheek and said with a wry smile: "Why bother? ”

At this time, under the octagonal pavilion in the garden, Mu Ningxue accompanied Xu Qinglian, who came to visit, to watch the scenery, and the two seemed to be familiar at first sight, and in just half a day, they were like sisters who had been together for many years, talking and laughing.

In the distance, Hongye was dressed in a lotus-colored Hunan satin spring shirt, wearing a hat and sitting by the fish pond to fish, and the maids were sitting under the willow tree behind him. But Momiji has no patience, and always jumps the fishing rod out of the water from time to time, and throws it into the river, and she is innocent and soaks in the water with her bare feet and sways around.

Mu Ningxue resembles her mother in many places, she doesn't care much about worldly etiquette at home, and she is also wearing a pair of thick-soled white satin embroidered shoes barefoot, if she doesn't wear shoes, her height is half a head taller than Xu Qinglian, who is not short, and her waist is straight, showing her slim and proud figure.

At first, Xu Qinglian was barely shorter than Mu Ningxue in embroidered shoes, but now she took off the pair of thickened high-heeled embroidered shoes, sat on the stone bench, pinched the corner of her skirt and exposed the pair of white socks woven with fine cotton threads, because the style was novel and unique, which made Mu Ningxue, who had never seen it before, very curious.

Xu Qinglian couldn't say that this was all her brother's idea, and said vaguely: "Last year, I occasionally saw him wearing similar socks, and I wanted to knit a few pairs of them, but at first I was always unsatisfactory, so I asked him where he came from, and he said that it was a style from a certain countryside in the south, and he had to use a loom and add a few thin wires to carefully weave, which was difficult to learn." I was not convinced, so I tried it carefully according to what he said, and it took a lot of effort to finally have some experience. And the sole of the shoe is my brother once messed around, and secretly thickened a piece of wood root, so that I almost fell, but I didn't expect the maids to say that it looked good, at first it was not very comfortable, and slowly I got used to wearing it. ”

Mu Ningxue leaned down to watch carefully, and nodded frequently when she heard the words, she rarely wore thick-bottomed embroidered shoes because of her tall height, and today she saw that the Xu sisters were wearing thick-soled shoes, so she deliberately wore a pair, but she didn't expect the style to be different, and she wanted to try to feel it.

After watching it for a while, Mu Ningxue suddenly asked, "Has he ever mentioned the three-inch golden lotus?" In the past, when the wives of several official eunuchs entered the palace, they laughed at us behind our backs, just like the deceased queen, big feet. ”

Xu Qinglian smiled at this and said, "I said it." I still remember the first time he bumped into the woman in the village with her feet tangled, pointing to someone's house and yelling at her disgusting and cruel ancestors, all bastards and bastards. Illustrious! As soon as he got home angrily, he said that he was fortunate that our family did not have this bad habit, and solemnly gathered the whole family, and said in public that in the future, if anyone's daughter dared to bind her feet, she would cut off her legs with a knife. ”

"Is that so?" Mu Ningxue was moved by someone's actions for the first time, straightened up and her eyes sparkled, "Thank you for speaking up for the world's daughter's family." Alas! It's a pity that such cruel customs have quietly risen in Suzhou, Hangzhou and other places and the capital, and once relatives who came to Hangzhou at home may have been in a hurry for several days and had no time to wash their feet. God, not only do I need someone to help me when I walk, but I feel sad for her mother and daughter, the long footcloth is sour and smelly, even if you wear shoes, you will be smoked to death on a hot day, I really don't know how they endured it. At that time, I was fortunate to be born in my own family, and if I was unfortunate enough to be born in such a scholarly family, it would be better to jump into the river and be reincarnated quickly. ”

Xu Qinglian said with a smile: "My brother, he was very angry about this, and shouted that he wanted to go to the court and prohibit women in the world from binding their feet." I explained to him that this custom was only found in certain parts of the South, and that it was almost unheard of in other places. Who knew that he sneered and said, the embankment of thousands of miles collapsed in the anthill, and the princes and ministers took the lead, maybe it will become popular in the future, and I laughed at him at the time for being too unfounded. ”

Mu Ningxue's expression became serious, she raised her hand and brushed her hair that was blown by the wind, and said slowly: "I'm afraid what he said is true, foot binding came from the Tang Dynasty, and it was all the rage in the Song Dynasty, especially in the south and the capital Bianliang, where the daughters of many small families began to bind their feet since childhood, even after the catastrophe of the Yuan Dynasty, they have never been cut off to this day." Nowadays, with the stability of the world, rich families are full of lust, and more and more poor families are counting on their daughters to be sold to readers who like this way in the future, and some disgusting readers are touting it for this, I am afraid that in the future, alas! Anyway, I won't let my daughter bind her feet if she kills me. ”

Xu Qinglian smiled mischievously and deliberately asked, "Who did you marry and give birth to a daughter?" ”

Mu Ningxue was talking seriously, but when she heard the words, she was stunned at first, and her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she bit her red lip and said, "Anyway, it's not to marry your family." ”