Chapter 140 Hundred Days Banquet
Feng Qingsui went to hunt for ants with the five-colored peregrine falcon in the middle of the night, so he got up a little late in the morning.
When I went to pay my respects to Madam Qi, she mentioned something: "In a few days there will be a hundred-day banquet for my nephew's grandson from my mother's family. The Wenyuan Marquis's Mansion has sent an invitation and invites our entire family to attend."
Feng Qingsui smiled and said, "Mother, don't you want to go?"
Qi nodded. "I don't really want to go, but the person who delivered the invitation said that my aunt's grave is a little collapsed, and the Marquis's Mansion plans to move her grave from the outer edge of the ancestral tomb to next to my father's grave."
"My aunt didn't have much affection for my father. I thought I'd just move her grave to Ximei Mountain. When I'm a hundred years old, I'll be buried next to her so she can keep me company."
"I wonder if the Marquis' Mansion will agree..."
Feng Qingsui instantly thought of his sister and Xiaoyu's graves.
She had thought before that if she was gone one day, she would be buried with her sisters.
He said, "If that's the case, then go ahead. Second Master is in great favor with the Emperor. Now is the time for them to try to curry our favor. Maybe we can get them to agree."
Qi: "Okay, that day happens to be a holiday, let's ask Changqing to go with us."
Ji Changqing had no objection.
On the day of the banquet, the family of three went to the mansion of Marquis Wenyuan with their maids and servants.
The complexion of the old lady Meng, the wife of Marquis Wenyuan, was much better than the last time Feng Qingsui saw her.
Qi Yuyao, who was following her, had a much calmer temperament.
Perhaps he had improved after the incident where his maid was coerced and poisoned.
"I'm really sorry about what happened last time."
Meng looked apologetic.
"I never thought that that little bitch Huamei would have the guts to poison Yuyao's food. Luckily you're all safe, otherwise my life wouldn't be enough to pay for it."
Qi said gently, "It's all in the past, mother, don't worry about it."
Mrs. Meng shook her head. "Yuyao has never had such a big fall in her life. After she returned home, I asked her mother to take care of her every day. She has made great progress. This Hundred Days Banquet was planned by her."
Qi: "No wonder Yuyao looks calmer than before."
"That's right." Meng said proudly, "I'm not boasting, but she is now more experienced than many wives who have been in charge for many years. She is more than qualified to be the mistress of a high-ranking family."
Qi didn't respond.
Otherwise, the old lady would have to mention Changqing and Yuyao's marriage in the next sentence.
She brought up the matter of relocating the graves.
"Mother, the place next to father is reserved for you. How can you move my aunt's grave there? I think it would be better to move my aunt's grave to the top of the hill where we live, so that we can keep each other company in the future."
Meng's eyes widened. "What nonsense are you talking about? Your aunt is from the Qi family. How can she be buried in the Ji family's tomb?"
Qi said, "If my aunt could be considered a member of the Qi family, she wouldn't have been buried on the edge of the Qi family's ancestral tomb. How can someone who doesn't even have her name on the ancestral tablet be considered a member of the Qi family?"
Mrs. Meng frowned, "Are you blaming us for not giving your aunt a better burial? That was the site chosen by the Yin-Yang Master, and we had no choice. We only moved there after finding another Yin-Yang Master."
Seeing that she didn't want to discuss, Qi didn't say anything further.
Anyway, Changqing is talking to the Marquis in the outer courtyard.
Mrs. Meng changed the subject: "Speaking of which, the abbot of Baiyun Temple read our Yuyao's horoscope and said that she is destined to bring prosperity to her husband. Whoever marries her will surely be promoted to a higher position, have good relationships with everyone, and have wealth coming to him from all directions."
Qi chuckled lightly: "Good things should be kept within the family. Yuyao has such a good fate. Mother, why not marry her to the Meng family and help support her family members?"
Meng: “…”
"I would like to help them, but unfortunately they are not destined to be together. They are either engaged or still in elementary school. There is no one suitable."
Qi: "A girl three years older than you is a perfect match for you. Let Yuyao wait for three to five years, and she will be just the right match."
Meng's face darkened instantly.
When Qi was in the mansion, she was like a ball of cotton, and was bullied by everyone. Now that her son has become successful, she actually dares to resist?
He is so shameless.
If Yuyao and Ji Changqing get together, she will have to wait and see how Qi will put her face.
"A girl is like a flower bud, she can't stand the wait."
She sighed deeply and said, "You haven't seen my great-grandson yet. I'll have the nurse bring the child over for you to see."
When meeting a younger person for the first time, it is natural to give him a gift.
Qi gave a longevity lock, and Feng Qingsui gave a pair of silver bracelets.
When Meng's eyes swept over the pair of silver bracelets, she curled her lips. People from a small family were naturally stingy, and they could afford to show off a pair of silver bracelets.
Seeing this, Feng Qingsui took the silver bracelet back from the tray and put a red rope on it.
"Sorry, I took the wrong one. This is the gift I prepared for you. It's the red string that locks your soul. This longevity lock that my wife gave me is just right."
Meng: “…”
Qi Yuyao: "..."
Could you be more stingy?
Qi laughed out loud: "If I had known you were going to give me a red string, I would have given it to me too. We could have made a pair and used them as anklets for the child."
Meng was almost injured from anger.
How could the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law do such a shameful thing!
Suddenly, a timid voice came from outside the hall: "Madam Xu, our young lady has suddenly fallen into a coma. The palace doctor can't find anything wrong. It's not convenient for me to invite a doctor from outside on such a beautiful day. I heard that Madam Ji is a doctor. Could you please ask her to come and see our young lady?"
Meng was offended by Feng Qingsui's pettiness and wanted to humiliate her, so she called the person in upon hearing this.
"Are you... from the Third Girl's courtyard?"
She asked the little maid who came to seek medical treatment.
The little maid nodded and said, "This servant is from the Third Young Lady's courtyard. Please, Madam, have mercy on us. Please, Madam Ji, have mercy on us and save our young lady's life."
Mrs. Meng looked at Feng Qingsui and said, "The third girl is ill at a really bad time. Since you know medicine, please take a look at her. We will definitely repay you handsomely in the future."
Her emphasis was on the four words "gratitude will be repaid greatly".
Feng Qingsui laughed to himself, knowing that she would also want to return a "generous gift". Just as he was about to refuse, he saw the maid kneel down and kowtow heavily.
This end makes a loud bang when knocked against it, and there is no moisture at all.
When she raised her head again, the little maid's forehead was blood red and her eyes were filled with tears.
"Madam Ji, please, our young lady is really waiting for you to save her life."
Feng Qingsui saw the pleading in her eyes, was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Okay, take me there."
The little maid kowtowed a few more times.
"Thank you, ma'am!"
Feng Qingsui took Wuhua and the little maid to Miss Qi's courtyard.
When they reached the bedroom door, the maid opened the curtain and said, "Our young lady is in bed. Madam, please come in."
Feng Qingsui lowered his head and walked in.
The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only a bed, a table, a chair, a cabinet, a dressing table and a vase.
A dead branch was inserted diagonally in the vase, and it looked gray.
The woman on the bed had a face so pale that it was almost transparent, as if she had not seen the light of day for a long time.
As she reached the bedside, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you Madam Ji?"
Feng Qingsui nodded slightly.
The woman sat up on the couch and looked at her intently.
"Madam, someone wants me to kill you."
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