She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

In the small courtyard of Duke Dingguo's house, Mrs. Lin and the nanny beside her were also talking about the marriage between the two families.

Mrs. Lin said: "The girl from the Mo family seems to behave well, but she is too pretty."

As the saying goes: Marry a virtuous wife, and keep concubines for sex.

As Lin's dowry nanny, how could Aunt Hu not understand Lin's thoughts.

Because Mrs. Lin herself only had a decent appearance, she couldn't stand the fact that the wife next to her was too good-looking.

Especially the woman who is going to be her daughter-in-law.

The two daughters-in-law I chose before were both average-looking.

He was afraid that a girl with too good looks would seduce the eldest son of his family and not learn well.

Mrs. Lin only has one son and one daughter, and the eldest daughter has already been married.

Duke Dingguo also had two concubines, so Mrs. Lin placed all her expectations on him for her biological son.

"Her girl seems to be well-educated, and she makes people smile. It can be seen that the rumors in the market cannot be taken seriously."

Ms. Lin shook her head, "To be able to spread such a reputation shows that there are deficiencies in his usual behavior. We only met him once, so it's hard to draw conclusions easily."

"Then let's take a closer look. Even if Miss Mo's temperament is really lacking, it's not too late to teach her well after she enters the door."

"That's all we have to do." Mrs. Lin sighed, "Who said this was a gift of marriage."

Regarding this marriage, she always felt aggrieved that her teeth would be knocked out and her blood would be swallowed.

No matter how powerful and favored the Mo family master is now.

They have established the Duke's palace, made great contributions to the founding of the country, and inherited the title of Duke. Is it possible that they want to see the face of a pavilion elder?

She was not the daughter-in-law she chose, which ultimately made her unhappy.

……

Privately, neither of the two mistresses was very satisfied with this meeting.

But Qiao Zhenzhen doesn't know or care about all this.

Let Wu talk about it, but Han Zheng didn't come, but Qiao Zhenzhen felt comfortable, which meant that she didn't have to brace herself to deal with it for the time being.

After resting for a while, Amber came to convey the news that the Buddhist meeting was about to begin.

Qiao Zhenzhen asked Dong Xiang and Xia Xiang to help arrange their clothes. After everything was done, a group of people came to the courtyard.

Song Jiuzheng ordered six guards to accompany him, and the female relatives came to the main hall under the leadership of the monks.

In front of the three majestic and huge Bodhisattvas, there is a long platform filled with various flowers and covered with red cloth.

Among the flowers, there are seven sea-clear porcelain basins. Each porcelain basin has a trumpet, which looks like a hand-made statue of Sakyamuni Buddha.

Many monks in the main hall surrounded a space in the middle.

Wu met many familiar officials and family members in the palace, and everyone nodded in salute.

When Qiao Zhenzhen saw some familiar classmates, she smiled and nodded as a greeting.

Inside the palace are mostly dignitaries and dignitaries.

Ordinary people mostly stand far away, close to the door.

Many monks were dispatched from the temple to control the order at the scene.

The place where Qiao Zhenzhen and the others were standing was probably the VIP seats of the concert.

"Ding--!"

A clear ringing sound sounded.

The Buddha Bathing Ceremony begins.

The monks sitting on the ground on both sides began to play music and sing sutras.

Everyone's voices suddenly stopped talking.

From the side of the hall, an old Zen master with no white eyebrows and a golden and red cassock walked out.

He looked very old, but he didn't have the tendency to curl up like ordinary old people, and his spine was still stretched.

Because he was thin, he had some wrinkles, but he was fair and had no age spots on his face.

He first stood in front of the Buddha and bowed three times. Then, holding a bamboo spoon, he poured water for the seven small golden Buddhas on the flower platform to bathe one by one.

After he finished the ceremony, he knelt on the futon in front of the flower bed and bowed three times again.

Then stepped aside.

Next, rows of monks in the temple stepped forward according to seniority.

Bow, bathe the Golden Buddha, and worship again.

The ceremony was a bit boring, just watching more than a hundred monks repeat the actions of the people in front of them, but the sound of chanting lingered in her ears, making Qiao Zhenzhen feel an unprecedented sense of tranquility.

A monk came to them and arranged to wait for the monks to finish bathing the Buddha, and then it was their turn to line up and perform the ceremony.

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't expect that she would have a chance to play, so she couldn't wait.

At this time, a voice of ten thousand sounded in my ears, "Hu Yujiao stepped on the hem of your skirt."

To prevent Ten Thousand from being kicked out, it was hidden in Qiao Zhenzhen's skirt the whole time.

Qiao Zhenzhen looked down, and sure enough, Hu Yujiao's foot gently stepped on the corner of her coat and skirt.

If she started to move around unprepared, she might make a fool of herself in front of all the ladies in the palace.

"Cousin, you stepped on my skirt."

Qiao Zhenzhen was too lazy to talk to her. To put it bluntly, her voice was not loud, but the people around her, such as Mrs. Wu, Aunt Xin, and Mama Sun, could hear her.

Hu Yujiao stiffened under the gazes of everyone around her.

"I, I didn't pay attention." She said awkwardly. She didn't expect Qiao Zhenzhen to find out, "Cousin Ying, I'm sorry..."

Qiao Zhenzhen smiled slightly.

"Cousin Yujiao, please stop being so rash on such an important occasion. Fortunately, you stepped on my skirt. If you stepped on another girl's, it might not be so easy to talk to."

Hu Yujiao withdrew her foot and lowered her head, her eyes full of jealousy.

Wu's brows furrowed slightly as she looked at her, and then she realized something was wrong with Hu Yujiao.

The mistress of an unknown family asked Mrs. Wu: "Which relative of your family is this girl?"

Wu smiled reluctantly, "She is my sister's daughter."

"Oh……"

When others say oh, Wu has a lot of ideas.

What my daughter said before was absolutely correct. If Hu Yujiao behaved inappropriately outside, others would not know about the Hu family and would only attribute it to her Mo family.

Fortunately, it was their turn to step forward and relieve Wu's embarrassment.

Qiao Zhenzhen had a lot of fun on this trip. After bathing the Buddha with her own hands, she felt that her whole body had improved a lot.

The group of people returned to the small courtyard.

But he saw a man wearing green clothes and standing tall.

Standing under the sycamore tree with his back on his back.

Song Jiuzheng, the leader of the Mo family's guard, stood beside him with eager eyes.

He turned around when he heard the voices of the women.

Wu first asked: "Are you...?"

He bowed and said, "Young man Han Qichen, I have met Mrs. Mo."

"Wow, people are coming, people are coming!"

Compared to Qiao Zhenzhen's dull mood, Ten Thousand could be called extremely excited.

It was eager to step forward.

Qiao Zhenzhen pretended not to adjust her skirt and covered Ten Wan completely again.

"You should be more restrained, or I will confiscate all of today's vegetarian meal."

"Oh, why are you like this!"

Ten Thousand Jiji Waiwai, for the sake of Su Zhai, did not act rashly.

Mrs. Wu had a bad impression of her future son-in-law before they met and felt that he was perfunctory. However, after meeting her, she changed her mind a lot.

As her husband said, she is a talented person.

There are some face-control attributes in it.

Mrs. Wu raised her hand to help him, and said with a smile: "I heard from your mother that you are very busy today?"