Chapter 11 Avoiding mistakes, recognizing people is the key

After only a short while of pretentiousness, Song Ci was dressed up and helped out of the main hall after being coaxed by everyone with gentle words.

After glanced at the huge main hall, there were only a few people sitting there. When they saw Song Ci coming out, they stood up and saluted and greeted each other.

"Mother is lucky and peaceful."

"Grandmother is blessed with Jin'an."

Song Ci was amazed at the polite and polite people.

This is a wealthy family. The etiquette rules are absolutely amazing. The hem of the skirt does not move, and the waist will not sway. The true classical etiquette is carved into the bones and is pleasing to the eye, rather than the awkward capitalization that is deliberately made when performing costume dramas.

Song Ci sat in the main seat and admired herself, but she never thought that the person who bent his legs or bowed down to salute would scream without seeing him, and she felt a little puzzled.

Madam Gong coughed, bent down in Song Ci's ear with a smile and reminded him: "Madam, are you going to let the eldest and second ladies and the others have breakfast in Chunhui Hall today?"

Song Ci came to his senses and shouted quickly, "I haven't even used breakfast yet? Then let's have it together."

The second wife, Jiang, was cheerful and said, "The breakfast made in my mother's kitchen is very delicious. My wife has been greedy for a long time. I didn't expect that I would be so disrespectful."

Song Ci looked at the crafty children and recognized people according to her memory. Whether she would act like a misleading person is the key to recognize people.

The pretty girl wearing goose yellow spring dress and drooping hair with her hair buckle, her big eyes flashed, and she was only fourteen or fifteen years old. This is Song Ruqi, the second lady in the big room.

The pair of beautiful boys about twelve years old standing next to Jiang’s family are her twin sons, Song Lingzhao and Song Lingjie.

There is no one else except.

Song Ci looked behind them, a little puzzled.

It shouldn't be. The entire Song family, starting from the generation of Song Zhiyuan, has a strong population, at least four males. Just look at the elders, second and thirds who have already started a family, each with four males, a total of four, and three girls, all of whom are born.

Now, there are only three juniors in front of you.

"Mother, what are you looking at?" Mrs. Song looked at Song Ci and asked in a warm voice.

Song Ci blurted out: "Why are there so few people?"

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, thinking that she was saying that she was sick, but why weren't her descendants at Chenghuan's knees, so she explained.

"... My uncle and Brother Su went back to their hometown to worship their ancestors. The news of your illness has been sent to send someone to send a letter back. I think they will come back immediately after receiving the letter. Sister Qian wants to come back, but she has just gotten fat and hasn't sat down. She knows that you fainted and is so anxious that she is so angry that she is so angry that she is not allowed to come. My in-laws' grandma doesn't let her come. I have sent someone to send the message to you. When she sits down, she will come back to see you. As for the second uncle, the prime minister said that his business is tight and he will not let him go back. On the third uncle, the third brother and sister are afraid that they will take the children on the road and will be here in a few days. At that time, Mrs. Don't think it's a big deal."

With Mrs. Song's explanation, Song Ci gradually met the people, and it turned out that they were all outside.

Jiang winked at her two sons, and the twins smiled and walked up, knelt at Song Ci's feet, one left and one right, and pounded her legs.

"We were all in front of us, but my grandmother only thought about my elder brother and the others. Don't you like us?"

Grandma Song also winked at her second daughter. Song Ruqi curled her lips. She didn't have much admiration for her vulgar grandmother. She just pretended not to see her mother's wink, and lowered her head and played with a veil, which made her so angry that she rolled her eyes.
Chapter completed!