Chapter 325 Who is that tablet?
Chapter 325 Who is that tablet?
Another year of drizzling autumn rain.
Su Jin leaned on the small couch by the window of the club, lazily admiring the autumn rain in the capital.
The flying eaves opened up a clear sky. Outside, the drizzle was like silk and it was like a dream. The whole capital city seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. There was not a single vendor on the street. Occasionally, a passerby would walk by with an umbrella. Poor people wearing straw raincoats and hats were working in the rain pushing carts. A young lady who came out to play for no reason rushed into a roadside shop in the rain to avoid the rain, startling a scholar in the shop next door. The two looked at each other and fell in love. Su Jin knew that something romantic would happen in the capital city again recently.
She yawned, and Ah Qi brought her some hot tea. After watching her take a sip, he sat down at her feet and gently massaged her legs, wanting to say something.
"Just say what you want to say."
Su Jin had long seen that Ah Qi had something to say, but she remained silent because she wanted to see how long Ah Qi could hold it in. Who would have thought that Ah Qi had been holding it in for more than a year. She was really a long-term person!
Su Jin couldn't stand it any longer, and asked while looking at the scenery. Ah Qi hesitated for a moment, then knelt down beside Su Jin with a plop: "Sixth Miss, I, I want to join the army, I want to be a disciple of the Duke of Protector of the Country, even if it's just to be a cook, I'm willing. I was a soldier before, and now, it's the same now, I just want to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy!"
Su Jin: ...
This child has such lofty ideals?
"Are you healed?"
"Yes, it's done!"
Ah Qi stood up, jumped up and down, and even danced with the sword for a while to show that he was fine.
"The Duke of Protectorate is the truly heroic general. Ah Qi only admires him!"
Gu Zixuan's reputation had long spread throughout the capital. He had been in the northwest for three years and had made great military achievements, so much so that the Huns were so frightened that they retreated thirty miles when they heard his name. All of this was earned by Gu Zixuan's real swords and guns.
There is nothing wrong with Ah Qi admiring her son. Even she thinks that Gu Zixuan is really outstanding now.
"Let me ask about this matter. Whether it will work or not, I don't have the final say."
"Qi knows!"
Ah Qi was touched and served Su Jin even more attentively. Su Jin didn't say anything about it.
And even if Gu Zixuan agreed, this would have to be done next spring. The three-year mourning period has not yet been over. It would only be next spring that the mourning period would be completed.
So, no rush.
It’s just that Zhao Jingyu’s marriage is coming up soon.
I heard that the palace is very busy.
The Empress Dowager personally sent a nanny to teach the princess the rules. Even in the more than half a year since the princess came here, what she has learned the most is the etiquette of the Great Zhou. The Xiongnu Khan attached great importance to this marriage. It is said that the princess who was sent here is also very sensible, not the kind of woman who makes a fuss, and she learns things very quickly.
Su Jin had never met this princess, but from what she did she could tell that she had a good character and that she would surely be able to get along well with Prince Rui.
As for Prince Rui's wedding, she will not be invited. Gu Zixuan is even less likely to be invited. He is still in mourning and cannot participate in entertainment activities. She cannot go to such a big event as Prince Rui's wedding. If she goes, won't she expose herself?
But even if people are not going, gifts still need to be prepared. There is no need to prepare one for Su Jin, but one still needs to be prepared for Gu Zixuan.
She asked Jinchuan to prepare a gift list and send it over when the time comes.
As for Jinchuan and Yuchuan, it’s time for them to get married.
Su Jin found two honest businessmen for them. Although they ran a small business, they could still make ends meet, and their children would be able to take part in the imperial examinations in the future. This was also an opportunity to change their destiny.
When sending the two maids out of the house, Su Jin joked with a smile, saying that if your children were to become marquises or generals, she, Su Jin, would ask the two of you to protect them.
The two girls burst into tears. I don't know whether they were reluctant to leave me or they were crying for joy after hearing her words.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
After Jinchuan and Yuchuan left, Tian Erniu picked four maids from the farm and sent them to her, two of them were twelve years old and two were fourteen years old.
Although they are young, they are nimble and good at reading people's expressions. One of them, named Yuhuan, is very good at making people happy, so Su Jin likes her a little more.
The courtyard of the Su Mansion is still as big, but there are obviously more people.
There were more maids in Su Jin's house. Some of the old mothers passed away, so Su Jin gave forty taels of silver to her family for burial. Some other women grew old and took the place of the former mothers. The whole courtyard repeated itself over and over again, just like the changing seasons, the same every year, yet different every year.
Madam An became the new guest of honor in her mansion. Besides Ning Ruolan, the Grand Princess, the next one was Madam An Mu from the Yong'an Marquis's mansion.
All the descendants of the Yong'an Marquis' Mansion study in her private school. Among them, the five-year-old Mu Ge'er is the most intelligent. At such a young age, he can recite simple poems almost in one reading. Mr. Zhuzhi is very happy.
"Brother Yun's son is not young anymore. He is five years old now, the same age as Brother Mu. I wanted to send him here together..."
Gu Ziyun's son, his mother is a prostitute named Mu Yanluo.
Su Jin glanced at An Mu and could only say that it was a good deal for the Marquisate, as they finally found a good mistress and at least allowed Gu Ziyun's son to study.
An Mu said: "Although the three generations cannot take the imperial examinations, it does not mean that they cannot study. In this life, people still need to study to distinguish right from wrong."
Su Jin nodded: "Okay, whatever you say."
Time flies. An Xiaoniang, who was once the youngest in the Marquis's mansion, has now become a mature and steady woman. She wears a well-fitting bun and a satin dress that is neither too ostentatious nor too low-key. She is quiet and reserved, and can be considered a good housekeeper.
An Mu said: "Sister hasn't changed. She still looks as young and beautiful as before."
Su Jin touched her cheek. Strangely enough, it was as if time had stopped. The years had left no trace on her face. Her skin was still as fair and tender as ever, and even the corners of her eyes didn't have the slightest curve.
Is it because she was transmitted?
But from the same voice, Ning Ruolan was obviously more mature.
Su Jin kept it to himself.
The two of them drank tea and chatted in the flower hall.
Outside, Gu Zixuan once again came to the door of the ancestral hall.
He had a doubt in his mind for this year.
What did the drunken words my mother said mean when she was drunk?
Su Jin... I haven't done anything wrong to you...
Isn’t mother’s name Su Jin?
Then who is this sentence directed to?
Gu Zixuan was full of doubts. He heard his younger brothers and sisters keep saying that there was a tablet in the ancestral hall that was always covered with red cloth and never allowed to be seen by anyone. Only his mother would secretly offer sacrifices to the tablet. Gu Zixuan became even more confused.
He had been to the ancestral hall before and looked at the tablets for offerings. He recognized the names on those names, all of them were direct relatives of the Hexi Su family. However, there was one tablet in the corner, covered with a red cloth, that was particularly eye-catching, but it always caught his attention.
Who is the tablet that my mother has always worshipped alone?