boyutpedia Chapter 297: Plotting something bad?
Chapter 297: Plotting something bad?
This is something Zhao Yue is quite proud of, as it can demonstrate part of her ability.
When she first married into the Cui family, she was not liked by her mother-in-law, and she was not the daughter-in-law of the eldest son, so no one taught her these things at all.
She held her breath and found an opportunity to see her eldest sister-in-law managing the household affairs. She was too embarrassed to ask, so she went back and figured it out secretly.
Later, her mother-in-law passed away. The scene made her, who had never experienced such a thing, feel helpless and made some jokes. Fortunately, she had to observe mourning for a year. During that year, she studied hard at home every day, fearing that someone else would die next time and make another joke.
(The Tang Dynasty's original mourning rules were that when a father died, children would mourn for three years. When a mother died, if the father was still alive, they only had to mourn for one year. After Wu Zetian ascended the throne, out of concern for the large number of officials, this rule was changed to also require children to mourn for three years when a mother died.)
Pulling herself back to reality from her not-so-wonderful memories, Zhao Yue continued, "It's easy to talk about children born in a family. There are records of where their ancestors lived, what they did, and whether they committed any crimes. We can find out easily. As for the accompanying rooms brought by the mother's family, naturally, we, the daughters-in-law, know about it ourselves. We know which people are most suitable for which positions."
Whenever a girl gets married, the maid she chooses is carefully chosen by her parents, who is capable of helping their daughter gain a foothold in her husband's family. Even for someone like her, although the maid she brings is not as good as the servants of the Cui family, her loyalty alone is beyond the reach of even the servants of the Cui family.
Jiang Shangxian nodded seriously again and wrote it down: You can check the files.
So the question is, her companions were all bought from outside, and they only spoke two or three sentences to each other. How can we find out?
She thought so and asked this question naturally. For Zhao Yue, this question really touched upon a blind spot. There was really no daughter-in-law in the Cui family who was like the one in front of her. She didn't even have anyone to serve her.
Generally, the people you bring along are those who have served you since childhood. They are considerate, loyal, and know your preferences.
"Yier is very concerned about your affairs. If I'm not mistaken, he has already sent people to investigate the background of those people." She knew her own son well. Her son's temperament was actually quite extreme. He would go to great lengths to protect the people he liked, and he wouldn't even blink an eye if the people he disliked died in front of him.
You little bastard, you don’t even care this much about your mother!
Zhao Yue was a little angry just thinking about it, but the class had to go on, so she pinched her nose and said, "Remember, even if it's disrespectful, this inner house is like a small court. The emperor has his own ministers, and whoever is the mistress of the house will have to replace her people in the key positions."
Jiang Shangxian took note and felt a little sympathy for his mother-in-law: "Madam, isn't Qinghe home full of my aunt's people? That would be too sad for you. It would be better for you to stay in Chang'an and be free..."
How miserable is this?
Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about cooking. If you don’t have your own people, it will be difficult to find a chef who suits your taste. Food is the most important thing for people. You are already so rich, but if you can’t even decide what you want to eat every day, wouldn’t life be boring?
Zhao Yue, who was drinking cold tea and eating fruit, was hit in the vitals all of a sudden. She choked on something that went into her trachea. She didn't cough at all, but her whole face turned red in an instant.
Jiang Shangxian was shocked: Nyonya! You can’t do that!
Frightened to the point of dropping the charcoal pencil in his hand, Xiao Jiang rushed to Zhao Yue in two steps, pulled up the person who was leaning back with her neck tilted, and hugged her from behind. He quickly poked Zhao Yue's belly with his left hand, finding the location of her belly button, and quickly put his right fist in place. He wrapped his left hand around the fist and punched upward with force.
This action startled Zhao Yue so much that she stopped pressing her throat for three breaths. By the time she reacted, Jiang Shangxian was already doing something that she could not understand at all and was extremely embarrassing.
She wanted to struggle very much. Under normal circumstances, she could easily break free with her martial arts skills. Unfortunately, due to lack of oxygen, she was no longer able to exert any strength. She felt that her body was as soft as noodles, and she could only let Jiang Shangxian touch her wantonly.
Jiang Shangxian was actually having a tough time. How many times could a decent person have the experience of the Heimlich? This was only her first time, and in her panic, she was lucky her brain didn't freeze.
Time and time again, a round, peeled, and pitted grape was finally ejected, and Zhao Yue's face, which had been swollen purple, finally recovered.
"Madam, how are you? Are you okay?" Jiang Shangxian held her face and tried to get an answer.
Zhao Yue leaned softly in her arms, tears still in the corners of her eyes. She felt so painful that she couldn't speak. Jiang Shangxian, who had zero experience in first aid, was anxious. When she saw it, she didn't say that the stuck object had been taken out, but the person still looked half-dead?
An anxious Jiang Shangxian finally remembered that this wasn't their old Jiang family home, and there were servants everywhere. He immediately shouted outside, "Hurry up! Hurry up! Something's wrong with the Madam!"
Before he could finish his words, the door was kicked open with a bang, and a tall woman leaped in. Jiang Shangxian didn't even see the other person's face before the person grabbed Zhao Yue and was about to slap her in the chest.
Jiang Shangxian was still confused, but fortunately, the hardship he had endured for the past six months had not been in vain. He dodged sideways, then stood up and kicked Zhao Yue. He pulled her back with his right hand and snorted coldly, "How dare you snatch someone from me?"
She even wanted to ask who was so vicious as to actually try to punch her breasts into a dent!
"Hui Rong! Don't be so rude to Miss Jiang!" How could the speed of the serial killers be as fast as her? If she was a step slower, she would see them fighting and was so scared that she almost collapsed to the ground.
That's Jiulang's favorite! Doesn't she want to live anymore?
Hui Rong, who was grabbing Jiang Shangxian's feet and preparing to give her a crocodile roll, was stopped by the shout. She glared at Jiang Shangxian coldly and opened her hands unhappily, trying to snatch Zhao Yue away again.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Shangxian didn't let go. Although she had only been practicing martial arts for a short time, her right biceps were larger than her left, so she was naturally stronger. Knowing that the girl in front of her was also Zhao Yue's maid, she didn't even look up and directly instructed, "Madam just choked on a grape. Now it's out. Pour her a glass of water and then go find the palace doctor to see her."
As he spoke, as if to prove his strength and regain the advantage of being caught by the feet, Xiao Jiang lowered his dantian and directly picked up Zhao Yue horizontally in a princess hug. He said calmly to the maids who were almost jaw-dropping, "Where is the madam's room? Why don't you lead the way?"