"Yurong" Xia Xiaodong called again: "Did you hear what Yingxiu said just now?"
"Listen, I heard it."
Xia Yurong nodded and opened her eyes wide, wondering what her sister meant by asking.
"Did you remember it?"
"Uh, I took it down."
This sounds a bit vindictive.
Everyone is quite puzzled.
Is it possible to have a scene where a gentleman takes revenge after ten years?
"Just write it down," Xia Xiaodong nodded with satisfaction, still with a sad look on his face: "When I go back today, I will have a good time reporting back to my father."
There were several faint sighs in the room.
It turns out that after a long time, I would just go home and cry.
Isn’t that nonsense?
If you think about it with your toes, you know that Commander Xia would not stand up for his daughter just because of a few words from a maid in the prefect's family.
"I want to ask my father to go to the magistrate's house to apologize."
Xia Xiaodong continued.
The few people who turned away in anger just now turned their heads around again.
Who should apologize to whom?
It’s not about asking the father to come forward and ask the other party to apologize, but asking his own father to apologize.
This girl is stupid, isn’t she confused?
Even Zhang Wenjuan and Ying Xiu were stunned.
Yingxiu couldn't help but pull her ears.
Of course, following the young lady, she could show off her power from time to time, but she was not arrogant enough to think that she could force the commander to apologize.
"Why do you need dad to apologize?"
Yurong's mouth was half-opened, looking confused.
Well, it’s great to play the character like this.
Xia Xiaodong praised in his heart, but still looked distressed: "You are stupid!
Didn't I ask you just now and you answered it?
You heard what Yingxiu said and you remembered it, so why don't you understand?"
Who is stupid?
Yurong still had a confused look on her face, looking around blankly, and received countless equally confused looks, so she could only ask: "Sister, please clarify."
"Yingxiu said that in a place like Suzhou, if in the capital, a fourth-grade civil servant like the prefect, or a military officer at the same level would kneel down when they see him.
Isn't that right?"
Xia Xiaodong repeated almost verbatim If you wear sleeves. "" Yurong nodded.
"That means that when my father saw the prefect before, he never knelt down to salute." "" Yurong continued to nod.
"It can be seen that the prefect is very dissatisfied with this.
My father was so rude to the prefect in the past.
The prefect has not hesitated to wake up our family through the mouth of the maid.
Why don't you understand?
If my father doesn't go to the thorns to apologize, I'm afraid the prefect will I will blame him directly."
Xia Xiaodong looked as if he hated iron. "" Yurong couldn't turn around: "But Yingxiu said, uh, she heard about it."
"Yes, of course I heard it.
If it wasn't what I heard, how could a maid like her make it up on her own?"
Xia Xiaodong continued: "Then who else could she have heard it from?"
"" Yurong's eyes suddenly opened wide: "So, this statement is known to everyone in Uncle Zhang's house, even the inner house."
Indeed, there is a saying that culture is valued over martial arts.
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Indeed, at the same rank, military attachés are one step lower than civilian officials.
Indeed, the capital is a place where officials are everywhere and often have to ask for help.
It is possible for a military attache to kneel and kowtow to a civilian official.
However, everything has a but.
The only thing here is that everyone knows this situation, but they can't say it out loud.
Where is the official position system of the imperial court, which article, section, and item are stipulated?
Military attachés at the same level are lower than civilian officials.
It's okay to kneel down, but the fourth-grade civil servants who are kneeled down are in charge of the distribution of official positions.
You can only use this to snicker and discuss secretly, slandering and slandering the image of the military attache.
Can this be put on the table?
Have you ever heard of a group of civil servants gathering together in one place?
It doesn't matter even if the military attache is described as a dog.
The circle is wrong.
You, a maid, said anything about kneeling down in front of a group of young ladies from the military attache's family.
You have never died.
Yingxiu panicked for a moment.
Why did the two girls from the Xia family, while talking, interpret their own words as the magistrate's inner house carelessly discussing official matters?
"I, my slave didn't mean that."
Ying Xiu shouted anxiously: "My slave was just talking casually, and had no other intention."
Xia Xiaodong continued to talk to his sister without even looking away from the corner of his eyes: "I heard you call the prefect Uncle Zhang before, and I think that my father and the prefect are somewhat related to each other.
Because of this, for the sake of this greeting etiquette, even if the prefect has something in his heart It’s hard to express the grudge.”
Zhang Wenjuan was a little confused at first, but the more she listened, the more she was wrong.
Seeing that no one paid any attention to Yingxiu's argumentative words, she had to come over and forcefully smile: "You two sisters, don't get me wrong."
Before she could continue, Xia Xiaodong had already squatted down and made a standard blessing gesture, and replied very solemnly: "My sister taught me a lesson."
What are you trying to teach you?
Who taught you a lesson?
Zhang Wenjuan has black lines all over her forehead.
It was obvious that the other party was bowing respectfully, but it just wasn't right.
There was no feeling of being respected at all.
And just when Zhang Wenjuan was interrupted and a little speechless, Xia Xiaodong quickly stood up straight again, as fast as a spring.
The girls watching the excitement from far and near let out low laughter.
"You should learn a little bit."
Xia Xiaodong said to his sister Yurong.
"Yes, yes."
Yurong nodded repeatedly, but the look on her face clearly said, what exactly do you want to learn?
"Look," Xia Xiaodong smiled: "After Yingxiu said those words just now, Sister Wenjuan didn't say a word."
"Yes."
Yurong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"It can be seen that Sister Wenjuan has also heard of what Yingxiu said, and she agrees with it in her heart."
Xia Xiaodong educated her sister: "But we have to take care of our family's face in this matter, so it's fine as long as the meaning is conveyed.
Wait.
We expressed our position that we wanted my father to apologize in front of the magistrate, and then Sister Wenjuan stood up and said that it was just a misunderstanding. " "You understand that this is a two-faced strategy.
It not only explains the meaning of the prefect, but also claims that it is just a misunderstanding.
It is a very clever method to move forward and retreat freely, so you have to learn a little bit."
Xia Xiaodong concluded.
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Zhang Wenjuan almost burst into tears.
It's a very clever technique.
If it's considered clever, then what's the point of turning your hands to cover up the clouds and rain?
It's like you're going back to the way forward.
But you just can't think of an excuse for the moment.
Either the prefect took the opportunity to beat me up, or the house was poorly managed and the maid was careless in her words and deeds.
Neither of them wanted to admit it.
As for the intention to belittle Xia Xiaodong and break up her and Zhang Wenmao, we cannot even mention it.
"Well, sister," Xia Yurong said hesitantly: "Sister Wenjuan is a nice person, and Uncle Zhang, uh, the prefect is also very nice.
Maybe it's really, um, just nonsense, just a misunderstanding. ” Zhang Wenjuan was really crying.
The Xia family's daughter is still sensible.
Xia Xiaodong opened his eyes wide.
This sister is amazing.
I really can't tell
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