When Song QingShu entered the room, he saw two people supporting an old mother with silvery hair on her temples. Song QingShu thought that this must be the ancestor that the servant girl was talking about. When he was about to pay his respects, the other party had already pulled him into her arms. Song QingShu's heart was crying out loud.
Song Qingshu's expression was very interesting at this moment. He was already in his twenties or thirties, but he was actually being embraced like a child.
Although it was awkward, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he was worried about how to address the other party. This saved him a lot of trouble.
"I really missed you so much." The silver-haired old lady held his hand and felt that the more she looked at him, the happier she was. After a long time, she remembered something and pointed to the people next to her and said, "Quickly go and greet your aunt and mother. Don't forget your sister-in-law."
Song QingShu observed her expression. From her line of sight, he could see the person she was referring to. They were two typical middle-aged women. The biggest difference was that the auntie's eyes were wandering. It was obvious that she was a weak person. On the other hand, the mother of the Young Master in Embroidered Gown was much more graceful and elegant.
Song QingShu carefully paid his respects to the two. When it was the old lady's turn to mention his sister-in-law, his eyes immediately lit up. A graceful and quiet young woman sat there just like that. Her appearance was graceful and elegant, but it was a pity that although it was clearly a woman's best years, her eyes lacked the vitality that they should have, as if she was not interested in anything in the world.
"Greetings, sister-in-law." Song Qingshu noticed that everyone else in the room was dressed in red and green, each of their clothes was extremely gorgeous, but she was wearing plain clothes. He could not help but secretly think: Could it be that she is now a widow?
The young woman nodded and casually said a few words as a return of the greeting. Her attitude was cold and indifferent. The others in the room seemed to be used to it, and no one showed any strange expressions.
The silver-haired old lady said again, "Invite the girls over. Today Brother Bao is back. Everyone should be lively and you don't have to go to school." Everyone agreed, and two of them left.
When Song Qingshu heard Taohong talk about the in-laws of the Jia residence on the ship, he had some doubts. Now that everyone in the residence called him Brother Bao and Second Master Bao, and they all had the surname Jia …
Could it be Dream of the Red Chamber?
While Song Qingshu was confused, he quickly accepted this reality. After all, this world was really chaotic. It was not a big deal to have another Dream of the Red Chamber.
Especially when he thought of the plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo and chrysanthemums in Dream of the Red Chamber, Song Qingshu felt a little happy: I wonder if Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Qin Keqing and the others are here …
Just as he was letting his imagination run wild, he saw three wet nurses and five or six maids escorting three sisters over. Song QingShu couldn't help but sigh. These noble ladies lived like princes, and their mothers' generation were all beauties. When it came to their generation, their looks definitely wouldn't be too bad.
The first one's skin was slightly plump and fit her figure. Her cheeks were moist and her nose was smooth like goose fat. She was gentle and quiet and looked very amiable.
The second one had thin shoulders and a slim waist. She had a tall and slender figure. She had a duck's face. Her eyes were handsome and her eyebrows were slender.
The third one had a small body and a small face. Hairpins, rings, skirts, and coats. The three of them were dressed in the same way.
Song Qingshu thought that these three girls were probably the three sisters Yingchun, Tanchun and Xichun. But in this world, his elder sister was the concubine in the palace. He did not know if there was a Yuan Chun who entered the palace as a concubine in Dream of the Red Chamber.
The three girls thought that the person in front of them was really their brother. They could not help but show joy on their faces. They pulled him aside and asked him all sorts of questions.
Song Qingshu was smelled by the women's fragrance on the three girls. He felt like his mind was wandering. He could not help but click his tongue: No wonder that man in silk clothes had a hint of makeup on him. Growing up in a country of women, it was impossible not to be affected.
Suddenly he heard laughter from the back courtyard. "I came late, I did not receive the guests from afar!" quot;
Song Qingshu was puzzled. "All these people are holding their breath. They are so respectful. Who is this visitor? Why is he so rude?" While he was thinking, he saw a group of wives and maids surrounding a person coming in from the back door.
This person was dressed differently from the other girls. She was brightly embroidered, like a celestial concubine. She wore a golden silk eight treasures beaded bun on her head. Her hair was coiled up with a five-phoenix pearl hairpin. Around her neck was a pure gold necklace. Her skirt was tied with a pea green sash. She wore a narrow red satin jacket with a hundred butterflies embroidered on it. On the outside, she wore a five-colored silk green and silver rat coat.
She had a pair of phoenix eyes. Her eyebrows were arched like willow leaves. Her face contained the power of spring. Her red lips had not even lifted when she smiled.
Song Qingshu's heart trembled. "One look and I can tell that this woman is a shrewd and valiant woman. I must be careful when dealing with her, lest she sees through me."
However, he could not help but take a few more glances at her. Her slender figure and voluptuous body made it hard for men not to think of her in bed.
The Old Madam laughed. "Feng Lazi, you are still as noisy as ever. Your uncle is not an outsider. How can he be considered a guest?"
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. His guess was confirmed. This slender and voluptuous woman must be Wang Xifeng.
Wang Xifeng laughed. "Didn't Uncle just come back from a faraway trip? Of course he is a guest."
"I can't win an argument against you." The Old Madam laughed. She did not seem offended. "It's getting late. Let's prepare dinner."
She then turned to Song Qingshu. "Your father and uncle are busy, so we won't wait for them. We won't have a good meal with them around. By the way, where is Brother Lian? "The last sentence was directed at Wang Xifeng.
Wang Xifeng laughed. "Elder Madam, he is in charge of the construction of the Grand View Garden. He is running around everywhere. Don't worry about him."
"It must have been hard on him." The Old Madam nodded.
Wang Xifeng was overjoyed. "It's my duty. It's my duty."
While they were talking, the maids had already begun to prepare the banquet. The Old Madam sat there motionlessly. Wang Xifeng cleverly helped with the chopsticks. Madam Wang served the soup. The pretty widow who had caught Song Qingshu's attention earlier served the rice.
Thanks to reading Dream of the Red Chamber in his previous life, Song Qingshu had gradually figured out everyone's identity. Disregarding the few he had recognized earlier, the man in the brocade gown was naturally Jia Baoyu. The silver-haired Old Madam was obviously Jia Baoyu's mother. The aunt was probably Madam Xing. As for the pretty widow, she was probably Li Wan, the widow of Jia Baoyu's brother, Jia Zhu.
Jia Baoyu's mother sat alone on the couch. Madam Xing and Madam Wang followed suit. Everyone's eyes fell on Song Qingshu.
He couldn't help but be secretly alarmed. It looked like this Jia Baoyu was really favored. Wang Xifeng and Li Wan were both his sisters-in-law, yet they had to give way to him.
Song Qingshu reacted quickly and sat down without a trace. Then Yingchun, Tanchun, and Xichun sat down one after another. Li Wan and Wang Xifeng were the last to sit down.
The maids on the side carried a horsetail whisk, a mouthwash, and a handkerchief. Fortunately, Song Qingshu had experienced the imperial palace. He naturally wouldn't expose these aristocratic details. His only worry was that everyone present was very close to Jia Baoyu. If they started chatting at the dinner table, he might not be able to defend himself.
But he was quickly overjoyed. The Jia family clearly had a rule: no one spoke during the meal. Although there were many maids waiting on the outside, not a single cough was heard.
After the meal was finished, the maids served tea on small trays.
Jia Baoyu's mother waved her hand. "You may go. Let us talk freely." Hearing this, Madam Xing and Madam Wang hurriedly stood up. After chatting for a while, Fang Yinfeng and Li Wan left.
After those people left, Jia Baoyu's mother motioned for Song Qingshu to sit next to her. "Quickly tell me what you've been doing these past few days."
Song Qingshu groaned inwardly. This kind of small talk was the easiest way to reveal a flaw. Moreover, he was facing Jia Baoyu's mother, who was very fond of him.
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