Chapter 57 Autumn Clothes
Miss Zhang Shouchun also jumped out from the main room following her sister. Today the girl was wearing a short-sleeved, double-breasted light blue satin top, a satin pleated skirt, white stockings, and black leather shoes.

When she saw Wang Deming, her eyes lit up and she said with a sweet smile, "Wang Deming, take a look at the photos I brought today."

"These photos were shown to me by my cousins."

“The clothes are so beautiful.”

"Can you see if you can do it?"

"If I dress nicely, my cousins ​​and their relatives will all make me."

"Hey," Zhang Shouchun rolled his eyes and asked casually, "Wang Deming, do you like the gift?"

Wang Deming froze. Damn it. He was so distracted by his brother-in-law’s affairs that he was busy opening the blind boxes last night that he forgot to open Zhang Shouchun’s gift.
However, when he took it that day, seeing the shape of the package, it should be a pen inside, and a bright smile appeared on Wang Deming's face the moment he turned around.

"Well, I like it very much!"

"Zhang Shouchun, thank you for your gift."

It was just sunset at this time, and the warm golden sunlight shone on the girl, as if a layer of golden glow was covered on her body. That one glance made Wang Deming feel a little dizzy.

One sentence: Yifei almost blurted out
"Well, I'll go back to my room and change my clothes. Now, before it gets dark, I'll quickly replace the tiles on the roof of the gatehouse."

Wang Deming quickly made up an excuse and rushed into the east wing in two steps.

Zhang Shouchun looked at Wang Deming's fleeing figure, wondering what he was thinking about. His cheeks flushed, and with a hint of smugness in his words, he said goodbye, "Hey, Sister Baozhen, it's getting late, I'm going home too."

"I'll give her my cousin's skirt tonight."

"She must like it, it's so beautifully done!"

Hearing Zhang Shouchun leave, Wang Deming breathed a sigh of relief, easing the embarrassment in his heart, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Men, the biggest illusion is: all beautiful women like me!

Although I am handsome, masculine, well-educated, well-dressed, physically strong, and well-equipped,
He didn't rush to change his clothes, but lowered his head to look at the unopened gifts next to the bookshelf on the desk.

Is this the first time in my life that I have received a formal gift from a little girl?
Qin Huairu doesn't count, she's his wife.
After laughing at himself in his heart, he moved to the desk and gently picked up the gift. It was wrapped in beautiful silk and tied with a beautiful bow with ribbon.

After opening the silk, I found out that it was a Parker pen case made of pure black leather, with only a big PARKER logo on the front.

Use your hands to exert a little force and open the pen case with a click.
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It closed again with a bang.

Wang Deming took a deep breath and slowly opened the pen case. He looked carefully again and found that in addition to a pure black Parker pen with a golden arrow-shaped cap, there was also a white jade phoenix flying hairpin.

"hiss"

Wang Deming took a deep breath. Why did his back tooth suddenly hurt so much?

If he had not received a lot of ancient knowledge about the Four Books and Five Classics at an early stage, he would definitely not know.

When a woman gives a man a hairpin, it not only means a token of love, but also means that he will only be his principal wife!
And how did he just respond?
I love so much!

I like your head! I like it!
Don't you know how violent the future movement will be?

What should I do if I get caught in the crossfire?
I finally came to this era to enjoy life, not to cause trouble.
Besides, my sister's mother-in-law is from the declining Mongolian Yellow Banner. She acts like a bannerman aristocrat every day, eager to show off her nobility everywhere. She is very particular about this and that. Isn't it annoying?
And this Miss Zhang Shouchun is a real former Qing dynasty Beijing family, the main hall of Jinyu Hutong, the niece of Na Tong.
And I am the successor of the new era, okay?
We are not a good match.
But I have just said something I like very much, what should I do next?
If I were to reject her immediately, would it break the heart of this beautiful and fragile girl who was looking forward to love?
Hiss! My tooth hurts!
But why am I so secretly happy inside?
Should I refuse, accept, or reject?

Let's change clothes and get to work first. Only by working selflessly can we put this "troublesome matter" behind us temporarily.
This is totally challenging my weak spot!

"Second sister!" "I brought the clothes to you."

"Look at it, it's so beautiful!"

Zhang Shouchun walked into the residence of Zeng Chong Changsun Kuiyuan, the Minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, in Qinlao Hutong with his hands behind his back and brisk steps, followed by the servant Zhang Ma.

Kuiyuan's wife Zhang Shouying (second cousin) was sitting in the main room of the west wing reading quietly. She was about 30 years old, with a face as white as jade, black hair tied back, a quiet and relaxed demeanor, and was wearing a loose, plain moon-white satin home gown.

Hearing the footsteps and voice of Zhang Shouchun coming in, without raising his head, he slowly turned another page of the book and said, "Shouchun, where are the manners of a girl?"

"You are not a child anymore, it's time for you to talk about your in-laws."

"You can't continue to be so frivolous."

"You must know that women must behave properly and be polite, so that others will respect them."

"Oh, second sister, we are all liberated now!" Zhang Shouchun sat down next to Zhang Shouying, hugged her arm coquettishly and explained: "Now we are talking about women's liberation."

"What you said is all feudal confinement!"

Zhang Shouying rolled up the book in a bad mood, tapped Zhang Shouchun on the head lightly, and taught him a lesson in a bad mood: "Don't attribute everything to feudal constraints!"

"What needs to be liberated is the mind, equality between men and women, and self-reliance."

"Rather than asking us women to behave rudely and without self-respect."

"Okay." Although Zhang Shouchun disagreed in her heart and pouted, she did not continue to argue. Instead, she said to Zhang Ma, "Zhang Ma, show the newly made skirt to my second sister."

She said to Zhang Shouying as if she was presenting a treasure: "Second sister, look, how beautiful this skirt is!"

"It's exactly like the picture you gave me."

"It will look good on you!"

Zhang Shouying was unmoved and said indifferently, "Aunt Zhang, leave it there for now. Let's eat first."

"Ah, you're not waiting for your brother-in-law?"

Zhang Shouying put the books away, stood up slowly, and replied, "Dad (Cunqi) and Kuiyuan went to the Ministry of Coal and Energy, saying that they would rent the two yards next to it to the Ministry of Coal and the Ministry of Petroleum for free for ten years."

"Ah, so now your house only has this one yard left?" Zhang Shouchun counted on his fingers in surprise.

"The yard on the west side of your house (now the Suo Family Garden) was demolished and sold."

"Why aren't they selling the yard next door? Why are they renting it out instead?"

"And we also lend it to government agencies. This will happen in the future."

Zhang Shouying smiled faintly and said, "They said they would lend it to me for free, but I didn't actually plan to take it back."

"The current situation is very clear. We, the feudal remnants, must keep a low profile!"

"Didn't we sell our own East Courtyard (the one in Goldfish Alley) to the Air Force Logistics Department at a low price?"

"Mama (wet nurse) please prepare the meal. I will take Shouchun to pay my respects to Nainai (elderly wife, mother-in-law) and then we can have dinner after we come back."

The two sisters went to the north room to pay their respects to their grandmother, chatted for a while, and then returned to the west wing to have dinner.

This grandmother (Cunqi's wife) was no ordinary person. She was the aunt of the former Qing Empress Wanrong. Therefore, Zengjia House in Qinlao Hutong is also called Wanrong's grandmother's house.
(End of this chapter)