Mrs. Tongjian's Little Pretentiousness

The widowed Mrs. Tongpan anxiously went to Beijing to visit her relatives. In order to prevent her daughters from being killed in the draft, she, a coward and an honest person, had to bite the bullet and find a way out for her children. Her original plan was that the eldest daughter was upright and wanted to find a well-matched civil servant; the second daughter was sensitive and wanted to find a scholar who knew both cold and hot things; and the third daughter was sick and had to find a family that was in the military. Unexpectedly, the daughters each have their own thoughts. In a hurry, I bumped into the Marquis who had discussed getting married. ——The commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army. He achieved great success in battle in his early thirties, and was granted the title of Marquis of Dingbei by His Majesty. Having been single for many years without a concubine, he is a golden bachelor in the circle of ladies in the capital. The only flaw is that it is rumored that Gengen was injured on the battlefield. Somehow, he was present at the Twenty-Four Bridges and the Qiaoqiao Banquet. There is no way to hide. Mrs. Tong was embarrassed. But now she couldn't care less. Mrs. Tongpan gritted her teeth and said: She is already an old lady, how come there are so many little pretensions? When attending the banquet, she led her daughter out of the way and bowed, not daring to raise her head. But the man stopped in front of her, looked at her seriously for a long time, and said just one sentence: "I haven't seen her for many years, so you will be polite." Mrs. Tongpan's palms trembled. Is this greetings, or yin and yang? During the dinner, a lady used her status as a widow as a raft. She clutched the veil tightly and was thinking about how to apologize. The Marquis who was sitting at the head of the table suddenly put down his wine glass. His voice was not loud, and everyone in the house was silent: "When will an outsider come to set the rules for my guests?" The party was sparsely populated, so she mustered up the courage to stop his carriage. "The Marquis has helped me many times, but I... Don't know how to repay you." The curtain opened a corner, and the man was hiding in the darkness. His voice could not tell whether he was happy or angry: "Don't be hasty, old and new debts will be settled slowly." The carriage rolled away, and she stood in the night wind. It took her a while to realize - old accounts? Why are there still old accounts? Intention: never give up