The hustle and bustle of the day finally came to an end with the passage of time, and the servants of Rongguo Mansion were busy cleaning up the mess in Rongning Street. There will be another banquet tomorrow, a total of eight days of running water banquet.
Jia Lian's handsome face turned red after drinking, and his peach blossom eyes were full of confusion. In a daze, he felt that even the road could move. He only returned to the room with the help of his servants Xing'er and Xi'er.
Wang Xifeng leaned on the bed and looked through the accounts in her hands. It recorded the expensive gifts sent by relatives when they came and went. They were all valuable items.
Wang Xifeng looked at the account book and said to Ping'er enviously: "What do we women do in this life? Isn't it just to one day be as beautiful as the old lady?"
"Look at the old lady's appearance today, even the lady is jealous. I don't know if I, Wang Xifeng, will ever have such a day."
Ping'er comforted him and said, "Grandma, what is there to envy? After the second master takes over the title, you will naturally have a royal title."
Wang Xifeng put down the account book and said seriously: "The imperial decree and imperial decree are also different. For example, among the wives who came today, which one is not a first-class duke, a super-grade imperial minister? I have no hope, our second master can let me
If I can safely get a third-grade imperial edict, I will be satisfied."
Because Jia She's first-class general was passed down, he was demoted to a third-class general. With Jia Lian's ability, it would be good to keep this third-class general, and Wang Xifeng had no other extravagant hopes.
Suddenly, Ping'er asked: "Grandma, does it mean that as long as you are an official's wife, you will have a royal title?"
Wang Xifeng: "Maybe. What's wrong?"
Ping'er said: "Doesn't that mean that in the future, as long as a girl marries Uncle Xue Hong, she will be a fifth-grade pleasant person? Isn't that the same as the wife in our house?"
The wife in the house refers to Mrs. Wang. After all, it is Jia Zheng and his wife who live in Rongxi Hall now.
Wang Xifeng took the account book and fanned herself, as if to fan away the irritability in her heart: "That's not all. I heard that the Holy Emperor likes Xue Hong not so much, and may even use it in the future. Maybe.
, one day, Xue Hong will start shaking."
Seeing that Wang Xifeng was a little unhappy, Ping'er immediately comforted him and said, "Grandma, no matter how powerful Mr. Xue Hong is, he is still a civil servant. There have been few civil servants who have been awarded titles over the years. After all, Mr. Lian is the most powerful!"
Wang Xifeng: "Sigh! What kind of ability does he have? It's just that he was born well."
Although Wang Xifeng said this, there was still pride in her eyes. After all, the young sisters of the Wang family were only married to young officials of the sixth or seventh grade. Will they be able to climb back to the capital in this life?
It's still two words, and no matter how much Lian Er messes around, he will inherit the title after all.
At this moment, Xing'er Xi'er came back supporting Jia Lian.
Wang Xifeng raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw Jia Lian's smell of alcohol: "How much horse urine must have been poured for such a strong smell! Why don't you help the second master to the bed in the back room?"
In Xue's house, Xue Pan leaned on a chair and complained that he had a headache.
Baochai had no choice but to order Xiangling to bring a bowl of sobering soup to Xue Pan. Xue Pan felt better after eating it.
On the other hand, Xue Hong, with no smell of alcohol around him, sat there calmly sipping tea: "Brother Pan, I have said before that you will suffer consequences if you drink too much. How about this time?"
Xue Pan: "It's all because of the atmosphere, I can't do it without drinking! By the way, brother, I remember that you drank no less than me, so why didn't you do anything?"
Xue Hong smiled slightly: "Don't ask, asking is talent."
Fu's talent is just using his energy to cheat.
Baochai heard that Xue Hong also drank a lot of wine, so she quickly ordered someone to bring a bowl of sobering soup, served it to Xue Hong personally, and let Xue Hong drink it.
Xue Hong wanted to refuse: "Baochai, I'm not drunk, so I might as well skip the hangover soup!"
After all, Xue Hong didn't like the taste of this hangover soup very much.
Baochai frowned: "No. Brother Hong, you feel fine now, but you will feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night."
Xue Hong wanted to take the soup from Baochai's hand and drink it himself, but Baochai wouldn't let him go. In the end, he had to give up and drank some of the hangover soup while Baochai waited on him spoon by spoon.
Xue Hong drank some, gently pushed the bowl away, and accidentally touched Baochai's hand. Xue Hong had no reaction, but Baochai's body froze slightly.
Xue Hong didn't notice and said, "Baochai, how was your stay in Jia's house today?"
Baochai came back to her senses, thought for a moment and said, "Fortunately, I met a few interesting sisters today. I also met Miss Lin. She is really like Brother Hong said, one of the few in the world."
Xue Hong: "But my sister is no worse than her, Miss Lin."
Xue Hong's words immediately made Xue Baochai blush: "How can you praise your family?"
Xue Hong: "This is not a compliment, but a fact. My sister is virtuous, beautiful, generous and decent. I have not seen any girl in the capital who can compare with her."
Baochai: "Brother Hong...are you speaking from your heart?"
Xue Hong: "Of course it's from the bottom of my heart."
Baochai looked happy and shy and stopped talking.
Xue Hong just thought it was his sister who was thin-skinned and felt embarrassed. She smiled, got up and walked to the room alone.
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In the Ningguo Mansion, Qin Keqing was leaning on the bed with sad eyes, tilting her head and looking at the bright moon outside the window quietly. She couldn't help but feel sad and ashamed in her heart.
Who is such an unclean person like her? How can she have the dignity to live in this world?
Jia Zhen's coercion and Jia Rong's inability to compromise have already sealed Qin Keqing's fate. How could she, a woman, have the ability to resist?
Qin Keqing couldn't help but wonder, who was that young man during the day? Why should he save her? Why waste time on an unclean person like her?
To be honest, when Xue Hong rescued Qin Keqing, besides being disgusting and alarming, he was also curious about Qin Keqing's identity.
When Xue Hong's true energy traveled all over Qin Keqing's body, he didn't see anything related to dragon energy!
Therefore, the theory that Qin Keqing is the deposed prince and the daughter of the old Prince Yizhong is simply not true!
As for saying that in the original work, Yuanchun was granted the title of concubine because of her report on Qin Keqing, that is even more nonsense.
A female official reported to the emperor that an orphan of the former prince was hiding in her family. Wasn't she afraid that her family would be implicated as a remnant of the guilty party, and that her family would be confiscated and exterminated?
The old nobles of the Jia family were already worms in the court, and the emperor could not wait to get rid of them. Would Jia Yuanchun take the initiative to hand a knife to the emperor?
Has the Jia family had enough life, or has Jia Yuanchun had enough life?
What's more, the son of the former crown prince and the current Prince Yi Zhong are still alive. Would Emperor Longqing not be able to tolerate you, the widow of the former crown prince? What a joke!
As for more evidence that Qin Keqing is an orphan of the royal family, it is Qin Keqing's outrageous funeral specifications in the original work.
Xue Hong still prefers it. This is the tacit understanding of the old nobles, and it is also a joint demonstration against Emperor Longqing.
First of all, the lavishness of the funeral can be explained by the Jia family's need to save face. As a noble family of three generations, the more the Jia family declines, the more they must maintain their face to avoid being looked down upon by others.
Almost all the princes and ministers who came to participate in the memorial ceremony were from noble families who were close friends with Ning Rong Er, the ancestor of the Jia family. This can be regarded as a form of teamwork. The reason why they wanted to team up was to protect themselves.
It means to let Emperor Longqing see: We nobles are in the same spirit and wear the same pants! If you move any of them, we will fight back! Don't move!