Chapter 12 Little Minglan Enters Shou'an Hall

Wei Shuyi nodded and looked at the sensible and well-behaved little Minglan with affection.

This child was so sensible that she couldn't bear it.

But Wei Shuyi quickly calmed down and asked Xiao Minglan to talk to Hualan. He said that he remembered the words he mentioned and saw if Hualan minded reading them out in public.

inside the house.

Xiao Minglan suddenly stood up, walked to Hualan's side under everyone's surprised gaze, stood on tiptoe, leaned forward and said something. Hualan's face flushed red and she looked shy, and she gently pinched Xiao Minglan's fair and tender face with her bare hands.

Wang Ruofu asked curiously:

"Why, what did Ming girl say?"

Little Minglan glanced at Hualan, and seeing that her elder sister had no intention of stopping her, she probably understood that she could say the next words, so she straightened up and said crisply:
"I just told my elder sister that I remember the words that the young marquis mentioned."

"Oh?"

Sheng Hong was surprised and interested. "Your older sister doesn't remember it, but you, a little kid, remember it clearly?"

Old Lady Sheng, who was sitting at the top, glanced at Wei Shuyi meaningfully. When she saw little Minglan looking over here, she shook her head slightly on her kind and gentle face, indicating that little Minglan should speak for herself.

"remember!"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on her, Xiao Minglan did not panic, and recited slowly:

"The moth is like a golden thread of snow willow, and leaves with a smile and a faint fragrance."

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."

After the recitation, there was silence.

Among those present, Sheng Hong was the most knowledgeable and had the deepest research on poetry. After listening to little Minglan's recitation, he was stunned.

Is this a lyric written by Yang Wenyuan?

Does he have such talent for poetry?
It is amazing that one can write such good poetry!

Seeing Xiao Minglan stop, he hurriedly asked:

"Where's the rest?"

"No, that's all on the fan."

"Gone?"

Sheng Hong looked somewhat unsatisfied.

For a literati living in the Great Zhou Dynasty, encountering a good poem is more enjoyable than eating ice drinks in the dog days of summer. However, seeing a good poem but only half of it is like seeing a young girl with half-undressed clothes standing in front of him. He just impatiently stepped forward and tore off her gauze skirt, and all he saw was a mosaic with six big characters.

"Please listen to the next analysis!"

How can anyone bear this!

"No, grandmother said that the young marquis should keep it for the next time he meets elder sister, or should he give it to her when they get married?" Little Minglan suddenly couldn't remember clearly and looked up at her grandmother with a puzzled look.

The just-right childish words caused everyone present to burst into laughter.

Wang Ruofu came from the Wang family, a family of scholars. Her father was even enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. She received a good literary education since childhood and was knowledgeable about poetry. When she saw that the young marquis had sent her such an obvious love poem, how could she not understand that the young marquis liked her daughter Huaer.

This time when she returned to her parents' home, she got detailed information about the Yang family.

The Yang family had few descendants in the previous generation, and now they only have an uncle as their direct relative. Last year, he was promoted to the commander of the West Wing, and now he is urging the young marquis to get married.

Now that the young marquis is interested in her own Hualan, the marriage is almost done. Wang Ruofu can't help but feel happy for Huaer's marriage.

How can the second son of the Earl's Mansion compare to the eldest son of the Marquis' Mansion!
Being the eldest lady of the Marquis’ Mansion, what a glorious life it is!

It also adds a lot of radiance to my face.

At this time, Mother Liu suddenly came forward and whispered a few words, bringing Wang Ruofu back to her senses.

"Madam, Lin Qinshuang, Shou'an Hall."

After just a few simple words, Wang Ruofu immediately understood that now was a good time to send Minglan to Shou'an Hall!
"Sir, didn't we discuss before that we should raise a child under our mother's lap? I heard from the servants that Ming girl got along very harmoniously with our mother this afternoon, and the child is also pleasing to look at. Why don't we let Ming girl go?" Lin Qinshuang's face darkened. She didn't expect that Wang Ruofu seemed to suddenly come up with an idea and chose this moment to bring up the topic of giving the child up for adoption.

He wanted to argue, but then he remembered that Old Madam Sheng was sitting at the top.

The old lady was already displeased with me, and if I spoke again and made my presence felt, it would probably make her even more disgusted, which would only backfire and block my own Mo'er's chance of entering Shou'an Hall.

So she could only cast her hope on her "dear" Hiroro.

Compared to Minglan, Sheng Hong prefers Molan, the fruit of his "love", so he asked the two:

"Minglan, Mo'er, do you want to go to Shou'an Hall?"

Little Minglan received Wei Shuyi's instruction and nodded in agreement.

"My daughter is willing."

Sheng Hong turned and looked at Molan.

He had already made up his mind that as long as Molan nodded, he would send the two children to Shou'an Hall together so that Molan could also have the title of a legitimate daughter.

Although he did not care about the difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, other families paid great attention to this aspect. By registering the child under his mother's name, he would be able to find a better family to marry into in the future.

Although Molan saw Lin Qinshuang winking at her, she had no idea what it meant as they had not communicated beforehand. She didn't like Old Madam Sheng, and she disliked the cold and simple Shou'an Hall even more, so she spoke her mind directly.

"My daughter wants to accompany my little mother."

Sheng Hong was about to say something else when Wang Ruofu beside him suddenly laughed out loud.

"Molan doesn't want to, but Ming girl does. This just suits their own wishes."

"Ming girl is so smart and well-behaved, and she is also a sensible and obedient child. It is very reassuring to raise her in Shou'an Hall."

"Mother, what do you think?"

Old Madam Sheng's face was calm and she said in a calm tone:
"Then do as you said. I will keep Ming girl here."

Everything went so smoothly today, and the little bitch in Linqi Pavilion was repeatedly humiliated. Wang Ruofu wanted to laugh out loud. After thinking for a while, she said to Mama Liu behind her:

"Today is a happy day, it's worth celebrating. Go to the kitchen and warm up some good wine!"

"Yes, madam."

into the night.

The housemaid of Shou'an Hall came to Mucangzhai, followed by several second-class maids. They took little Minglan's clothes back, but did not take the sheets and quilts, but replaced them all with new ones.

Under the dim yellow light in the house.

Little Minglan leaned in Wei Shuyi's arms, watching her things being moved out of the yard bit by bit, and suddenly an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

The candle in the maid's hand swayed in the night wind, and the light and shadow flickered on little Minglan's face, highlighting the loneliness of a wanderer leaving his hometown.

Little Minglan walked out of Wei Shuyi's arms and paced to the side of her younger brother Sheng Changrong. She looked at her brother sleeping soundly and peacefully, stunned for a moment, then stretched out her little hand and touched the baby's face.

The reluctance on his face disappeared and a happy smile appeared.

"I'm your sister and you're your brother, hehe!"

Soon, everything was packed up.

"Sixth Miss, everything has been put away."

Mother Fang walked forward and gently held Xiao Minglan's hand, "It's late at night, and the old lady is still waiting in the room."

"Ah."

Little Minglan nodded obediently and looked at Wei Shuyi, "Little girl, I'm leaving."

"Go ahead, stay there well, listen to your grandmother, and don't get into trouble."

(End of this chapter)