Qu Qing Ju looked at the pair of “good fortune” characters, “Then where do we put these two characters?”
“In our rooms, naturally. I’ll put it up later,” He Heng pointed to the gate of zhengfang and saw that Qu Qing Ju had started on another kumquat, “It’s very cold, don’t eat too much cold food.”
Qu Qing Ju’s wrist bent and shoved the kumquat in her hand to him: “Since wang ye is personally putting up the characters, then I will help you see if it is skewed.” Finishing, she took the characters and started to order the servants to bring the tools to paste the paper.
He Heng saw her enthusiasm and allowed her to proceed. Under the protection of a few taijian, he stepped on a stool to put up the “good fortune” character.
“It’s tilted, move a bit towards the right.”
Move right.
“Too much, a little little bit to the left.”
Move left.
Qu Qing Ju looked with a bit of dissatisfaction at He Heng’s results and reluctantly nodded: “More or less this is good.”
The taijian heard this and hurried guided wang ye to step down the stool. They dragged the stool as they retreated to the side to not affect the little amusement between wang ye and wang fei.
He Heng walked back a few stepped and nodded in satisfaction. He then lifted his head to tap Qu Qing Ju’s forehead, “I think you are terrible at directing.”
Qu Qing Ju went back a step and teased: “It’s wang ye whose skills aren’t high, how can you blame me?”
Not far away, Jiang Yong Yu, accompanied by the three shiqie, stood and watched the antics between wang ye and wang fei. They didn’t know whether they should leave or stay. Originally, she had come with the others to thank wang fei for the hairpins wang fei had bestowed down today, but looking at the scene before her, she wasn’t so thoughtless to interrupt.
The other three didn’t feel at ease either but didn’t dare show any of it on their faces. They all looked at Jiang Yong Yu for her response.
“It’s fine, we can come tomorrow. Wang ye and wang fei are busy now,” Jiang Yong Yu looked away and was going to turn around but they suddenly met Yin Liu who was carrying a meal box.
“Greetings to Jiang ce fei and yiniang,” Yin Liu bowed.
“Yin Liu guniang doesn’t have to be so courteous,” Jiang Yong Yu smiled, “We thought to give thanks to wang fei, but hadn’t known that wang ye and wang fei are busy. We shan’t interrupt and will leave first.”
Before Yin Liu could reply, they saw Yu Zan quickly walk over and bow to the procession of four, “Jiang ce fei and yiniang, wang ye and wang fei invite you in.” It had been that Qu Qing Ju saw the movements on this side and sent somebody to call them over.
In the front room, He Heng and Qu Qing Ju sat at the front, the four ce shi sitting quietly and obediently under them.
Qu Qing Ju glanced at Feng Zi Jin. Just half a month, Feng Zi Jin seemed more fragile than before. Sitting there, she seemed akin to a statue without any hint of life. She took a small mouthful of tea before opening: “For what matter are you here?”
“Today, us sisters received wang fei’s gifts and felt grateful so we thought to come to give thanks,” Jiang Yong Yu replied, “We disturbed wang fei, and ask for wang fei’s forgiveness.”
“You are too polite,” Qu Qing Ju set down the teacup, “A good flower needs a good vase. Those ornaments and hairpins need to accompany beauties to shine. I was just making sure good things didn’t go to waste, it wasn’t worth you making a trip.”
Jiang Yong Yu smiled and said: “Even though wang fei says so, but nu still is grateful. If there wasn’t wang fei, nu wouldn’t have such good things.” Finishing, she touched the hairpin on the side of her head. Apparently it was one of the hairpins that Qu Qing Ju gave.
He Heng noticed her movement and interjected: “Wang fei’s kindness, you only have to bow and give thanks.” Finishing, he laughed at Qu Qing Ju, “No wonder you ordered the servants to make hairpins and ornaments, so it was for this.”
Qu Qing Ju didn’t have any desire to purposefully act virtuous and kind in front of He Heng. It was just it was the end of the year and she wanted to make it pleasing to her eyes. Either way she wasn’t spending her own money, so why should she save?
Now that wang ye had spoken, Jiang Yong Yu couldn’t continue and could only sit silently by the side drinking tea to waste time.
At this time, Huang Yang walked in. After a bow, he reported: “Wang ye, wang fei, Yun Qing guniang asks for an audience.”
He Heng furrowed his brows slightly, visibly irate: “She’s a tongfang, what matter does she need to ask wang fei for?” These words were very discourteous. Huang Yang, the messenger, slightly froze.