C148 Return to Zheng Mansion

Luo Qingqi praised the girls as he carefully reminded Qing Luo, "Only the girl that you are training with would have such sharp eyes. You should be slower, for the ground is slippery."

Qingluo took Luo Qingqi's hand and carefully got off the carriage. Once she stepped on the firm ground, she hurriedly took a step forward, "Father! New Year's Day, blessed life and good health! "

He raised his head, and swallowed his tears back. When he turned around again, he only saw that his eyes were sparkling and translucent.

After entering the Zheng Mansion, Luo Qingqi naturally followed the Master Zheng to the study in the front courtyard. As for Qingluo, since no one went to the front gate to receive her, she directly sat in a palanquin and went to the Cixi Hall.

But when she saw the entrance of the Cixi Hall, she saw Madam Zheng standing there wrapped in a marten cloak: "Grandmother, it's such a cold day, why did you come out?"

Qingluo rushed over and hugged Old Madam Zheng in her arms as she led the way to the courtyard. "I just don't know if you'll come back today. Come out and take a look. It's quite stuffy inside."

Qingluo didn't believe him. No matter how bored she was, she wouldn't go out into the cold to get frozen. Madam Zheng was not a young man. At her age, she would never walk out into the cold.

"How could I not come back? Grandmother is really worried for nothing. If I didn't come back, I would have definitely sent someone to tell Grandmother beforehand."

This was the truth. Qingluo was in a different position now; she didn't want anyone to catch her and bring her trouble. Besides, as her granddaughter, she should come visit the madame.

Furthermore, the madame had always been treating her quite well. Ever since they had sent her back to the capital, she had always been fighting for her pockets and taking benefits for her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to take revenge on the Madame Zheng and marry into the Prince Yi's Mansion.

It was all because of the presence of the Old Mistress in the Zheng Mansion that he was able to learn what he wanted to learn and do what he wanted to do. Only then would he have the chance to go to the banquet and be seen by the Seventh Prince.

"I know that if you're fine, you will definitely come. I'm just worried that your foot injury isn't well healed, and you even attended the state banquet. I'm even more worried."

Qing Luo knew that the madame wasn't qualified to participate in the national banquet, so she was curious how she knew that she had participated in the national banquet. At that time, Luo Qingqi had always said that he wanted to buy a paper roll for her, saying that his legs were perfect, and that it wasn't good for walking or bowing.

"How did Grandmother know I was at the state dinner? Your Highness wants to ask me for a paper clip. He also said that he's afraid that I won't recover well from my foot injury. "

When Old Madam Zheng heard that King Yi wanted to ask for a paper clip because of Qingluo's leg injury, she was very happy. This proved that Prince Yi still cared a lot about Qingluo. Having such feelings in the Imperial Family was not easy.

In short, these days are not a one-sided effort. Qingluo, Yiping, if he is willing to work for you, then it means he still values you. You must not disappoint him. "

Only Mrs. Zheng was able to let her go. "Grandmother, you haven't told me yet, how did you know I went to the national banquet?" Qingluo was still curious.

"How can I know? Your story has already spread around the Madame, and I've heard many people saying that you are kind and capable, and that you have done your best for the Madam Hou. Tell me, how can you be so bold?"

"You've only been studying medicine for a few days and yet you dare to treat Madam Hou. If they don't take you seriously, how are you going to deal with this situation? When I heard someone talk about this, I was so scared that my heart trembled." Old Mistress Zheng was still rubbing her chest with lingering fear.

"Grandmother, at that time, I was getting anxious. Madam Hou doesn't look too good, I'm afraid she might not be able to hold on and get the imperial physician over." Qingluo could only explain herself in this way. Otherwise, no matter who she put this matter in, she would be too reckless.

"That's too risky, you can't be like this in the future. If something happens, who can afford to take the risk? Even if you're an imperial concubine, you can't act recklessly, do you understand?" When it came to proper business, Madam Zheng was still quite serious.

"I know, Grandmother. I won't do it anymore. I was just impulsive. After that, I was very scared. This time, I will be frightened. There won't be a second time."

Only then did she begin to take off her outer clothes. Mo Liu had already caught up with her and took off her silver mouse skin cloak, folded it and placed it on the ground. Ju Mo helped her sit beside the old lady.

"Grandmother, you can't be willful in the future. What will you do if the weather gets cold?" Qing Luo helped Bai Mei to take a small blanket and put it on Grandmother's legs. She even used a large pillow to make the blanket covering Grandmother more comfortable.

"How has Grandmother been these days? Is there anything wrong with her?" Being cared for by her granddaughter, Madam Zheng felt comfortable everywhere.

"I haven't seen anything, what's wrong with it? I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm sorry for Grandmother. Grandmother, what's wrong with it? It's very good."

Qingluo was helping Madam Zheng knead her legs. She felt quite comfortable with the old lady, so she kneaded the leg without stopping.

"This weather is cold, what's so bad about it? You should hurry up and tell me. Don't delay any longer, I've prepared some oral-clearing throat pills at home. It's dry now, eating them is good for the body."

"Eat one pill every day and don't eat too many. You just need to eat all ten pills. If you have a headache or something, remember to ask someone to notify me. I will think of how to concoct some medicine for you."

However, it is better to not eat the medicine. The pills that I have prepared for you right now are all made from food and are mainly used for nourishment and prevention. You don't have to worry about them.

Seeing her granddaughter nagging at her, Old Mistress Zheng's face filled with wrinkles. It had been a long time since Bai Mei, Huang Xing and the rest had seen the old lady being so happy. Ever since the old master came back from Weir Prefecture, the old lady had been depressed and did not have time to clear the sky.

"Um, grandma, how is second sister's health? My leg injury is just nice, and I haven't come over to take a look. I'm really thinking about it."

Old Madam Zheng could only sigh when she heard Qingluo asking about Qingyan's injuries. She looked at Qingluo, even though she knew that she was injured, she still wanted to ask what had happened over there. As for Qingyan, since she had woken up, she kept cursing and complaining about Qingyan's injuries.

How could she not think of her own mistakes? If she didn't have the intention to harm them, how could she have gotten such a result? The more she compared them, the more she realized that Qingluo was much better than those two girls.

But he hated that slut for teaching his two granddaughters so badly. Now that his granddaughters were grown up, it wouldn't be that easy to regain his temper.

"It's nothing, her bone is broken, as long as she recovers she'll be fine. She suffered a little when she started to eat and her chest would hurt when she swallowed. Now, it's hard to tell what's wrong with her."

"It's just that when Qingyan said this, there was still some slight pain. No matter what, the fracture needs at least three months of rest. Since I'm not here yet, it's not that efficient." When she heard that Zheng Qingyan had recovered so well, Qing Luo finally relaxed. Otherwise, there would be more trouble at home.

"Grandmother, I learned a dumpling yesterday. Today, I'll give it to you to eat." When she thought of her cooking skills yesterday, Qingluo burst into laughter. "However, although I did not wrap it up well, I could barely eat it."

Old Madam Zheng looked at Qingluo's hand. It was so tender and tender, like she was working. "You know how to make dumplings?" I don't believe it, but don't make dumplings into a soup. "

"Of course not, I wrapped it very well. Yesterday, I wrapped it up and gave it to the prince to eat. Although it doesn't look good, it can still get into his mouth." Qingluo was not going to let the others doubt her.

"You actually dare to give the prince your first dumpling? You're too gutsy, can you really eat?" Seeing that her grandmother didn't believe her, Qingluo rubbed her hands together. "If you really can eat, and if Grandmother doesn't believe me, I'll make some for you."

Qingluo had never thought that one day, she would also be able to have such a warm and intimate conversation with Madam Zheng like the two of them did. How long had she been looking forward to such a day?

Weir Prefecture's fear and helplessness seemed to have become a distant past. She finally knew that she wasn't alone, she had friends, a lover, and so many considerate family members by her side.

She suddenly realized that she was very satisfied. This satisfaction surpassed her expectations and imagination, and filled her heart to the brim. There were many things that she did not want to care about anymore.

As expected, he had eaten the dumplings wrapped in broccoli. Today, under the careful guidance of the chef, he had succeeded on his first try. With yesterday's experience, the dumplings wrapped pretty well.

The four of them shared the food in the front and back courtyard, and each of them only shared a small plate, which looked to be around ten or so, but they ate with satisfaction, especially the Master Zheng, who prepared a huge table of noodles beforehand.

"Qingluo, you should eat more. Grandmother made the kitchen prepare this for you. I remember that you liked eating this when you were at home."

Madam Zheng scooped some of the stewed beef with white radish and medlar for Qingluo. She remembered that Qingluo didn't like to eat complicated dishes. She especially liked the simple yet mundane dishes.

"I can do it myself, Grandmother. Why would I need you to personally serve me food?" Qingluo, who was overwhelmed by the favor, quickly made some soft dishes for Old Madam Zheng and placed it on the plate in front of her.