Aunt Feng didn't know what the driver was thinking. If she knew, she would definitely put her hands on her hips and yell, "That's my great-nephew, great-nephew."
I watched my nephew cry since he was born. He would cry as long as he opened his eyes, except when he was sleeping.
He cried so hard that he almost fainted several times. I was really afraid that if he continued crying like this, he would cry himself to death.
No one knew what was wrong with the child, why he cried when he was born. The Feng family was a poor family, but the two nephews had become members of the Qian family, the second and third masters of the Qian family.
Although he had not recognized her as his aunt, they knew each other's relationship. It was she who introduced his brother to the old lady.
When her two nephews did not come to the Qian Mansion, she helped them privately.
She was young at that time, and her two nephews also called her aunt. Later, when they entered the Qian Mansion, in order to avoid suspicion, they called her "Madame Feng" like everyone else.
The eldest nephew gave birth to three sons, the second nephew gave birth to three daughters, and even the fifth concubine gave birth to daughters. The wife finally gave birth to a son, but he turned out to be a crybaby.
He started crying as soon as he was born, and kept crying. No matter what he did, he just cried.
The old lady was also very worried and didn't know what to do.
Prime Minister Qian suggested that the Imperial Master go and take a look, hoping that there would be a solution. She was afraid that someone else might not be dedicated, so she took the job herself.
When he came, he said that the imperial teacher had gone to Zhuangzi.
The second time he came, he said that the imperial teacher had not returned yet.
She sent people to guard the gate of Prince Qin's Mansion. After finally waiting for the Imperial Master to return, she hurried over, but the Master said he needed to rest for an hour.
She was so angry that her lungs almost exploded.
Every hour you wait, the child will cry for another hour.
What if such a young child cries to death? If anything happens, she will definitely fight with the imperial teacher.
Chu Xiaoxiao: “…”
Don't worry! He won't die. He is here to suffer. The King of Hell won't take his life. Just let him cry.
After arriving at the Qian Mansion, Nanny Feng went straight to the old lady's room.
Old Madam Qian was in her fifties, and although she was called an old lady, she was not that old. In addition, Prime Minister Qian was sensible and hardworking, so she lived a comfortable life. When she was young, she was supported by wild men outside, so she did not look old.
"Yuhua! You're back?" Yuhua was Aunt Feng's name, Feng Yuhua. Seeing her coming back alone, the old lady asked in surprise, "Is the Imperial Master not back yet?"
"No, I'm back!" Nanny Feng's face was not happy at all, and she was very gloomy. "I just came back, and I refused to follow me and came here immediately. I insisted on resting for an hour. I dare not say anything more. I came back to report the news first, so that the old lady can rest assured."
Hearing this, the old lady of the Qian family looked particularly unhappy: "At this moment of saving lives, the Imperial Master is young and ignorant, how come the King of Qin and the Queen of Qin are also ignorant? What time is it now? Why are they still taking a rest?"
Nanny Feng was delighted but did not show it on her face and joined in the attack on Chu Xiaoxiao.
"What the old lady said is that the King of Qin and his wife are just ignorant. I have already said that our third master's son has been crying since he was born. I hope the Imperial Master can come and see him as soon as possible.
But the Imperial Master's mother wouldn't let me, saying that the child had just returned and needed to rest, so I had no choice but to return first."
"Hmph!" Old Madam Qian looked very unhappy. "If the Imperial Master comes and can cure my grandson's crying, that's fine. If not, I'll show you how I'll deal with them.
A young boy who is so arrogant that he can't even be invited to my Prime Minister's Mansion. Does he really take my eldest son seriously? "
"Of course not. If you can respect the master, you will definitely not let me down." Madam Feng began to sow discord, "I told you my identity, but the people in the Prince Qin's Mansion ignored me. It's okay to let me down, but the hateful thing is that the people in the Prince Qin's Mansion don't take your face into consideration at all."
Old Madam Qian was provoked to the point of burning with anger, her eyes were filled with viciousness: "They don't take me seriously, that's because they are blind. My eldest son is the prime minister after all, if they dare to humiliate us, I will have him report them to the court."
Don't ask the old lady why she can be so sure.
The answer is that Prime Minister Qian is being controlled by the old lady and is being foolishly filial without realizing it.
Although Mrs. Qian was in charge of the household affairs in the mansion, she had to give priority to the needs of the second and third wives. Otherwise, if there was a quarrel, Mrs. Qian would not be a match for Old Lady Qian and her two sisters-in-law.
In addition, Mrs. Qian was gentle in nature and did not dare to challenge them. Prime Minister Qian also repeatedly told them to be filial to their widowed mother, so all the power of the Qian family was basically in the hands of the old lady.
Even in the affairs of the court, it was not impossible for the old lady to interfere. As long as she told Prime Minister Qian about her likes and dislikes, he would definitely vent her anger.
The people in the Prince of Qin's mansion are so hateful. Her little grandson at home is almost crying to death. Why don't they send the imperial teacher to come and take a look?
She has to wait another hour. What if something happens to her grandson?
Is it great to be a national teacher? Is it great to have some ability?
If he couldn't help her solve the problem, she would definitely let her son become a national teacher. What ability could a two-year-old child have? It was purely for fame and reputation.
Maybe there was someone else with the ability, but she was just lucky to have met that black boy.
She had heard from her son that the black boy could transform into a dragon, and that the national teacher did nothing. It was the black boy, not the national teacher, who killed the high priest.
Since the Imperial Master couldn't cure her grandson today, she tried to find a way to bring the black boy to their house and let the third son adopt him as his adopted son. In the future, the Qian family might be able to move to a higher level.
The third son had no son anyway, so adopting that child would just be the right way to have another son.
It can also bring honor to the family, killing three birds with one stone, it’s great.
"That's what the old lady should do. We can't let outsiders look down on our Prime Minister's Mansion." Nanny Feng was happy to see the excitement. "After all, our Prime Minister is a diligent and good Prime Minister who is dedicated to the court. It really shouldn't be looked down upon by others."
"Yuhua! What do you think if we bring the black boy who lives with the infant into our house to be adopted by the third son?" the old lady asked hopefully.
This bold move stumped Aunt Feng, who felt that the old lady was really bold.
I heard that the black boy is the servant of the imperial teacher, and not everyone can covet him. If it is so easy to get him, why doesn't the emperor take him?
She didn't dare to refute it. After following the old lady for so many years, she knew her character very well. No matter whether the matter could be accomplished or not, she couldn't oppose her opinion.
You have to say what she says first to please her.
"Of course! The Third Master only has one legitimate son, and it's hard to say whether he will have another in the future. If he can first get a powerful adopted son to keep by his side, then the Third Master will be able to show off in the future."
Black charcoal head: "......"
You really dare to think big, and you are not afraid that your dreams are too big to fit in your little heads.
Boom! Explosion!
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