Chapter 27: Things Going the Other Way (2)
Dongmei went to the kitchen and was told that Su Qing and Cai'er had gone to Liu's mother's place. When she entered the vegetable garden, she saw three people picking vegetables in the garden. She walked up quickly and waved at Su Qing. Su Qing saw Dongmei coming from a distance, so she quickly put down the basket and took off the big scarf on her head.
"Sister Dongmei, why are you here at this time? What dishes would the Madam like to order?"
"Yeah, if we want to add a dish or something, why not let the little girl come over? She comes in person under the scorching sun." Mother Liu also came over and said.
"No, Su Qing, it's Grandma who wants to see you?"
"What? Grandma wants to see me?" Su Qing and Liu Yu's mother looked at each other, puzzled.
"Miss Dongmei, is it possible that Grandma is not satisfied with the stories Qing'er told Young Master Lang these days? Why... why does she want to see her?" Mother Liu said uneasily.
"Oh, Mother Liu, what are you thinking about? This time it's a good thing. Come on, go back and change your clothes, and we'll talk while walking." Dongmei said with a smile.
After hearing the whole story, Mother Liu's face lit up with joy. "So Qing'er's good luck is about to come."
"Needless to say, don't you know how relieved the eldest young lady was when Young Master Lang said those words? How could there be no good news when she meets Su Qing now?" Dongmei said with a smile.
"Good sister, this is a good opportunity for you. We will return to the East Mansion in a few days. Whether you can go with us depends on this time. Do you understand?" Dongmei instructed as she watched Su Qing change her clothes.
Su Qing nodded heavily. Along the way, Su Qing thought with self-mockery, is this an accidental achievement? Originally, he wanted to let the fourth young lady listen to his stories and become more dependent on him, so that she could ask the lady for him. But he didn't expect that the young master who won the favor of the grandmother was the young master who had to come up with those little stories to deal with the matter. But no matter what the situation was, Dongmei was right, this was his best chance.
Besides, it would be much better to stay with Young Master Lang than to serve Meng Qi. It has been almost ten days since Su Qing told Meng Qi stories. She deeply felt that Meng Qi had a bad temper and was definitely a difficult person to deal with. She couldn't tell the story too fast or too slow, and she couldn't make her laugh.
You are talking well here, and she suddenly asks who is that, what happened in front, etc. What is more troublesome is that when a character Meng Qi doesn't like appears, she is unhappy, and she even complains about why Su Qing talks so much and only asks her to talk more about the monkey, but the monkey can't live alone.
In addition, another reason why Su Qing didn't want to serve Meng Qi was Wanxiang. After this girl came to Meng Qi's side, because she was a third-class maid, she could not serve closely, but she was always hanging around the door to make her presence felt. Especially every time Su Qing went back to tell a story, Wanxiang's eyes looked her up and down inquiringly, as if she had stolen her client.
Moreover, Wanxiang was Yu's mother's cousin, so she must know my background. Although the claim that my father loved to listen to books could deceive others, Yu's mother was the first one who didn't believe it. But Yu's mother never asked me for confirmation. It was Wanxiang who blocked me on the steps that day and said in a vague way, "Which father of yours told you so many stories?"
Therefore, Su Qing intuitively felt that Wanxiang had a natural hostility towards him, and it would be better to stay as far away from her as possible.
Su Qing stood on the terrazzo floor where she could almost see her own shadow, feeling the scrutiny of two pairs of eyes from above. She had maintained this posture since she entered the house, kowtowed, and said hello.
Jiang looked at the little girl standing below. She was about twelve or thirteen years old, quite pretty, with a slender figure, but thin. Her hair was a little dry and yellow, but she was full of energy. Her eyes were clear and dark, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
"He is a reliable person. No wonder he can tell such a story. I have nothing else to ask you. I just want to ask you, Master Lang just told us the story of Kong Rong giving up his pears. Did you tell it?"
"Replying to the eldest young lady, I told Young Master Lang this." Su Qing answered in a crisp voice.
"Well, what else did you say?"
"Because time is short, I only told a few stories about Sima Guang breaking the jar, Cao Chong weighing an elephant, and Wang Xiang lying on the ice to catch a carp." Su Qing replied respectfully.
"Oh~ Tell me everything."
"Yes, Sima Guang breaking the jar is talking about..." The people in the room listened to Su Qing quietly.
Jiang thought as she listened, thank goodness Su Qing is a good person, she only knew that her son went to Qijie's place to listen to stories every day, because she knew that Su Qing told Qijie a mythical monkey story, so she thought it was nothing to listen to. But she didn't expect that he would listen to these stories, she was too careless, fortunately, the stories told were about teaching people how to behave, if it was replaced by those nonsense stories, wouldn't it be a big deal if it taught her son bad things.
After Su Qing finished telling these stories, Jiang nodded happily and said softly, "We will go back to the East Palace in a few days. Why don't you follow us to the East Palace and serve Master Lang in the future? How about that?"
Su Qing knelt down immediately after hearing this and said, "Thank you, Madam Young Lady, for your kindness. I will serve Master Haolang wholeheartedly and tell him many good stories."
"Let's go and report to grandma."
Su Qing followed Jiang to the main room in the front yard. Meng Qi was just stretching out her hand and letting a little girl paint her nails. When she saw Jiang come in, she didn't stand up, but just called her sister-in-law.
Jiang didn't care. She greeted Song with a smile and told her what she thought. "Granddaughter-in-law thinks this girl is sensible, so she decided to ask for her and put her next to Brother Lang. What do you think, Grandmother?"
"Why not? If you..." Before Song finished her words, Meng Qi stood up and said hurriedly, "No, no, I don't agree. Su Qing came here to tell me stories, why was she given to Langge? I was listening to her story about the Monkey King very enthusiastically. Grandma, good grandma, please give Su Qing to me!" After that, she kept shaking Song's arm.
Su Qing sighed inwardly, "Aunt, why are you here to cause trouble? Could you please not compete with Young Master Lang..." As she thought about it, she raised her head to look at Song. Su Qing thought, now that the eldest young lady has spoken, and she is asking for the eldest grandson's wife of the Marquis of Huainan, Song will definitely not refuse, right?
"Don't shake, don't shake, be careful with your nails, don't touch your grandmother. Good child, I can tell you a story even if I don't go to your yard."
"That's different. I can listen to it anytime in my yard. If Lang wants to listen, just let him go to my place. Right, sister-in-law?"
Jiang smiled gently and said nothing.
"Okay, okay, stop shaking. It's making grandma's eyes blurry. Here you go, here you go."
"Thank you, Grandmother." Sister Qi happily ran to Su Qing and pulled her out. "Come on, let's go back. You should finish telling us how Monkey King escaped from the Five Finger Mountain today..."
Su Qing looked back at Song in embarrassment, and Song waved at her cheerfully. Su Qing bowed and went back with Qi Jie'er.
"This girl Qi, I've been telling her stories for so many days but she still hasn't accepted it. Now I heard that you asked for it for Brother Lang, but... Hey, granddaughter-in-law, I think it's better to give it to her. Wait until there's a better one, and then we can find another one for Brother Lang."
What could Jiang say? Looking at her eldest son who was standing there with a look of grievance, she endured a smile and said, "She's just a girl. If Fourth Sister likes her, just keep her by your side. If Brother Lang likes her, he can go to your Fourth Aunt's Qinyuan to listen. Okay?" The latter part of this sentence was directed at the eldest son.