In the afternoon, Jia Heng, Jia Mu and others had lunch. Waiting for the servants, the maids removed the cups, bowls, chopsticks and plates and sat down again to talk.
The second wife of Prince Xing, Aunt Xue, Feng Wan, Chai Dai, Yuan Yingtan Sanchun, Shi Xiangyun, and Xing Xiuyan were all sitting aside, with different expressions on their faces.
Jia Heng put down the tea cup, stared at Jia Mu, and said comfortingly: "The old lady is too worried, and it will not help if she only causes troubles. Now she can only listen to the wishes of the palace. Now that the Holy Emperor is in court, she must rule with benevolence and filial piety."
In the world, at least Jia Lian will not have to worry about his life."
In the political atmosphere of benevolent kings and good governance, it is impossible for father and son to be executed together. Besides, the Jia family is still a noble family and has the grace of eight opinions.
Originally, Sister Feng had been sitting there since the previous meal, looking haggard and lost, and she didn't know what she was thinking. After hearing this, she raised her red eyes and whispered: "Brother Heng, he..."
Jia Heng nodded, looked at Sister Feng, and said: "Sister-in-law Feng, don't worry, if there are no other evil deeds, if you can save your life, you can be exiled to other provinces."
Sister Feng let out a long sigh and closed her eyes slightly, tears falling silently from her eyelashes.
At this time, Li Wan looked at this scene, stood up, winked at Suyun and Biyue, and quickly called a few people to go down. The following words were really not suitable for them to listen to.
Daiyu, Baochai, Tanchun and the others looked at each other, then pulled Yingchun, Xiangyun, and Xing Xiuyan away one after another, heading to the courtyard where Tanchun lived.
After everyone left, Jia Mu stared at Jia Heng with her old eyes and said: "Brother Heng, you were right before. The two fathers of Rongning and Ning were heroes in the past, but not all of the descendants in later generations have the same ability as their ancestors.
, if there is a title, even if it is useless for a while, there will always be a son or a grandson. Even if one becomes talented, the family will be able to revive. This title cannot be lost. Now that Lian'er and his father have violated the law of the country, they will be held accountable by the Holy Spirit.
But the title is the inheritance of the ancestors and should not be lost."
Jia Heng put down the tea cup and said: "I understand what the old lady means, but I think that since the Jia family lives and lives in the title of Wu Xun, if the younger generations want to attack the title, they should also practice martial arts and join the army and lead troops on expeditions, but they can cherish the honor in the past."
Pardoning the two of them will not help, and only then will today's disaster happen. Now, many of the common people of Ningrong and Rong's family are serving as generals in the capital camp. In the future, troops will be used against the barbarians. As long as the people of the clan are diligent in the king's affairs, the Jia family's high-ranking officials will be well-paid.
I don’t know Fanfan.”
When Jia Mu heard this, her expression changed and she sighed heavily.
Even if that day does exist, what does it have to do with her lineage?
If her precious jade can attack the jue, or if Zheng'er can attack the jue...
Thinking about this, I feel helpless.
"Old lady, let's just leave it like this for today. I'll go and ask tomorrow. I have some business to attend to in the afternoon, so I won't wait long." Seeing that Jia's mother still didn't give up, Jia Heng secretly shook his head, but he already had the intention of leaving.
Aunt Xue also advised: "Old lady, Brother Heng has just returned from the Yamen. If you are so busy, you should go back and take a nap."
Jia's mother was inevitably disappointed when she didn't get the answer she wanted. However, she knew that it would only be annoying if she continued to pester her. She nodded and said to Yuanyang beside her: "Yuanyang, go and see Brother Heng off for me."
Son."
"Yes, old lady." Yuanyang responded, stood up, looked for an umbrella, and sent Jia Heng off.
For a time, only Aunt Xue, Mrs. Wang Xing and Sister Feng, Yuanchun were left in the wing.
At this time, Jia Mu looked at Sister Feng and said worriedly: "Girl Feng, take care of yourself. I just listened to Brother Heng. Brother Lian should not be in danger of his life. Besides, as the old saying goes, stay here."
As long as the green mountains are there, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood.”
"Ancestor, why is my life so miserable?" Sister Feng raised her pale face with tears in her eyes and looked miserable.
Aunt Xue, Mrs. Wang, and Yuan Chun persuaded each other one after another.
Not to mention the discussion among several people, on the other side, Jia Heng came out of Rongqing Hall. It was mid-afternoon, the courtyard was locked in rain and fog, and the sky and earth were vast. In the distance, the red eaves and green roofs, and the attic with flying eaves and brackets were enveloped in the hazy mist.
Jia Heng and Yuanyang were walking slowly along the corridor, with the cool spring breeze carrying showers of rain, hitting their faces with a bit of chill.
Jia Heng looked at the tall and beautiful girl on the side and said softly: "In the past two days, I have also helped to persuade the old lady not to let anything happen. If you need anything, you can come to see me at any time."
Jia She and his son were blasted at a targeted location, so the "bone scraping and poison treatment" of the Rongguo Mansion has basically come to an end. Next, we need to use appropriate gentle methods. First, Jia's mother must be safe for at least three or two years, secondly, Jia Zheng wants to be promoted, and finally
It is Baoyu who must try his best to "teach" him to become a talent. If he fails, there are alternatives, Jia Huan and Jia Lan.
Yuanyang gave a soft "hmm", and under Liuye's slender eyebrows, he took a peek at Jia Heng and said softly: "Master, master, who is he?"
Jia Heng said: "What the second master said before is right. If you don't know the canonical punishment, I'm afraid the people above and below will not accept it. Well, don't talk about this."
With that said, he had reached the end of the corridor, walked under the flower wall that separated the east and west mansions, exited the moon door in front, and entered the passage between the east and west mansions.
Jia Heng stood up and reached out to grab the girl's slender hand. He looked at Yuanyang with gentle eyes and said, "I feel better today than the day before. My hands are not so cold."
Yuanyang had an oval face with a blush, and a clear and sweet voice with a slight tremor: "Listen to me, please wear thicker clothes inside."
The girl let Jia Heng hold her hand, their skins touching each other, and they felt warm.
Jia Heng looked at the girl with an oval face and a straight nose, and said warmly: "Your brother and sister-in-law haven't said anything recently, right?"
"Ever since the old lady said something that day, I haven't had much trouble." Faced with those "scorching" eyes, Yuanyang felt slightly panicked and didn't dare to look at each other, so he turned his head away.
"That's good." Jia Heng nodded and asked curiously: "Your father is looking at a house in Nanjing, why didn't you think of coming over to Shenjing for a family reunion?"
Yuanyang sighed softly, raised his bright eyes, and looked at the flower wall on the side. The rainwater accumulated on the eaves tiles flowed criss-cross on the uneven green bricks, soaking the traces of fern and moss into the dark green, and said in a thin voice
: "My father is getting old and it is difficult to leave his hometown, and my mother is not in good health. I originally wanted to go there for a visit in the past two years, but the old lady can't live without me."
At the end of the sentence, the girl also sounded a bit disappointed.
When Jia Heng heard this, he looked at the girl with a slightly side face. At this moment, the golden mandarin duck in Jinxinxiu's mouth was no longer the girl with sharp teeth, but more delicate and lovely like a young girl. After thinking about it, he asked
: "It must have been a few years since you last saw your elder brother, right?"
Yuanyang Xu also felt that it was impolite to speak to someone sideways, so he turned his face, looked at the young man with his smart, watery eyes under his beautiful eyebrows, and said, "It's been two years."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "At that time, I often went to write letters, send spring clothes and so on."
Speaking of this, he sighed softly: "The most regretful thing in life is that a son wants to be raised but refuses to be loved. I lost my father when I was young, and I have never met my father. My mother...even if I want to serve her now, I don't know where to start."
If we go looking for him, we can only wait until this year’s Qingming Festival to pay homage to him in front of his grave to comfort his grief.”
His parents in this body gave him this body of flesh and blood, and in terms of appearance, it is the same as his previous life. Drinking water and thinking about the source is not only for others, but they will never forget it, and there will be echoes.
When Yuanyang heard this, her heart trembled slightly. She stared at the young man, and when she met the gentle brows, a touch of confusion and softness suddenly appeared. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat.
"Uncle Heng, it's not easy to get to where you are today." Yuanyang held the gentle palm with his backhand and pressed a little harder.
It seemed that she had almost forgotten that the person in front of her was younger than herself...
When she went to Liutiao Hutong to call him because of the conflict between Uncle Zhen of Dongfu and him, she was in the small patio courtyard. Although she did not have the power she has today, she already had a strong character.
Jia Heng turned to look at Yuanyang and whispered: "Yuanyang."
"Yeah." Yuanyang responded softly and turned his head aside. For some reason, his heartbeat was beating fast.
Jia Heng looked at the girl's duck-oval face. Although there was no makeup applied, it looked like a hibiscus. It had a natural beauty and elegance. The few freckles on her cheeks were also quite playful at this moment. Her eyes gradually fell on
On those shiny pink lips.
For some reason, Xu suddenly felt a little moved when he looked at the girl who "swore not to be a mandarin duck" in the scene where Jia She was behind bars.
Jia Heng gently held Yuanyang's shoulders and leaned over.
The girl seemed to realize something, she pursed her pink lips, her cheeks were as hot as fire, she closed her eyes slightly, and her curved and thin eyelashes trembled, hiding a hint of shyness.
Suddenly, I felt a softness on my lips, followed by warmth.
The slender and beautiful girl let out a "squeak" from her nose. She held the slender fingers of her gentle palm, and her white fingers became harder and harder, as if she was giving support in this way.
At this moment, as if the two people were hugging each other, their perspective extended to the distance, and they suddenly saw the attacker at the corner of the flower wall. He was holding the corridor with one hand and holding a handkerchief with the other. His delicate willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly frowned and his bright eyes widened.
, Beiqi pursed her lips tightly, and for a moment, an unknown emotion came to her mind.
He never suddenly pressed his back against the wall, turned his head, black hair covered half of his face, and slowly closed his eyes in heart-wrenching pain, only the handkerchief covering his mouth in surprise.
Just now, she didn't know how, like a strange coincidence, she followed the two of them from a distance, followed them all the way to the corner, and heard the two of them talking. Before she heard what was said, she saw this scene.
Uncle Heng and Sister Yuanyang are too bold...
After a while, Jia Heng stopped tasting it briefly and looked away from the shiny lips, looking at the girl whose cheeks were dizzy and as bright as a peach blossom.
He stretched out his hand and gently caressed Yuanyang's cheek. The oval face had soft lines, and the few strands of fine hair on the temples were as soft as catkins. The playful little freckles were also vaguely hot in the palm of his hand, and he felt a little happy in his heart.
He said warmly: "Okay, I'm going back, you should go back too."
With that said, without waiting for the already shy Yuanyang to speak, he opened his umbrella, pushed aside the rain and mist behind the bead curtain, and headed towards Dongfu.
Realizing that the person had left, Yuanyang slowly opened his eyes. He felt completely soft and flustered. His eyes were like water and dew condensing. He stared at the back of the young man who was holding an umbrella and walking into the wind and rain, until he came back again.
I can't see it either, I feel like I'm lost.
After a while, a soft laughter suddenly sounded from around the corner, "Sister, what are you looking at? If you don't move, you will almost become the two stone lions in front of our house."
When Yuanyang suddenly heard this, he was startled. When he looked back, he saw a girl wearing a red cross-collared coat and a plain skirt, looking at him with a smile. She breathed a sigh of relief.
He said in shame and annoyance: "You are sneaking around and peeking, you are ashamed but not ashamed?"
"You act like there is no one around...you are not ashamed. I was passing by here and I just saw it, so it doesn't matter." Xiren smiled, took Yuanyang's hand and joked: "It's true as the old saying goes, when the bride enters the room, the matchmaker
Throwing it over the wall, I don’t think my sister is like this."
At this moment, the "three giants of the Ya'er Tower Conference" are only one level away from each other.
Hearing what Xiren said, Yuanyang couldn't say anything else. After all, if Xiren hadn't reported the news earlier, she would have... finally been grateful for the previous experience, so she had to change the subject and asked: "Why don't you go and serve the eldest girl?"
,Why do you come here when you have time?"
There was a hint of worry on Xiren's pretty face, and she said: "The eldest lady is discussing the title with the old lady. The lady doesn't need me to wait on you, she just came out to get some air."
Yuanyang raised her slender eyebrows and asked, "Are we really going to let Second Master Bao take over the title?"
The attacker sighed softly and said, "I don't know either. Can you ask your uncle Heng what he stands for?"
mandarin duck:"……"
Xiren joked for a moment, and then the jealousy hidden deep in his heart dissipated a lot, and then he said worriedly: "Now that Second Master Lian has encountered such a disaster, Second Grandma Lian feels extremely uncomfortable."
In fact, the three of them, Ping Yuan and Xi, grew up together, and Xi Ren was actually bought when they were young. If there is one person among the three who most wants to be an aunt, it is undoubtedly Xi Ren.
After Jia Lian is imprisoned, it is almost foreseeable that Ping'er will be nowhere to be found. Maybe Xiren is not alone?
Yuanyang took the attacker's hand and said softly: "Then let's go and take a look."
But on the other side, at Li Wan's invitation, Tanchun, Yingchun, Xiangyun, Daiyu, and Baochai came to the courtyard where Tanchun lived to drink tea and talk.
In the wing room, the warm fragrance of the boudoir was intertwined with the fragrance of books and ink, and the candlelight on the high table was bright, illuminating the dimly lit room brightly.
Several girls in bright clothes, hairpin skirts and coats, took their seats on the embroidered pier one after another. Tanchun asked the waiter to write, and Cuimo served fragrant tea to them.
Xiangyun and Daiyu on the side said: "Sister Lin, the first month has not even come out yet, but a lot of things have happened."
Even though the girl was usually sweet and innocent, seeing such a huge battle today, she couldn't help but feel pity.
The bright autumn eyes under Daiyu's smoky brows were as full as water. She shook her head gently and said, "Sister Yun has only been here not long ago. Maybe she didn't know that she caused more than one trouble last year."
After all, he is an elder. Even if he has thoughts in his mind, it is not easy to say them behind his back.
But one after another, one after another, all fell into Daiyu's eyes, and she had no thoughts about Jia She and Jia Lian being imprisoned.
Tanchun took Yingchun's hand and said comfortingly: "The eldest master and the second brother Lian have done all these troubles outside in the past few years, which has really made Sister-in-law Feng and the second sister suffer."
Yingchun sighed. The originally dull and quiet girl's eyes were also slightly absent-minded.
Although they were not raised under Jia She's knees, they were still father and daughter. Now that Tan Chun specifically pointed them out, she felt a little sad and confused.
Baochai sighed: "I saw Sister-in-law Feng's face was not very good during the meal earlier. I don't know why she should be worried after something like this happened to Brother Lian."
Men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. A husband like this who is a philanderer and brings trouble to the family is not someone he has trusted.
For some reason, I suddenly thought of the young man walking with an umbrella in the rain. There might have only been one person protecting the Jia family from the beginning to the end.
While they were talking, the maid outside the house reported: "Girls, the eldest girl is here."
While he was talking, Yuanchun entered the wing, with a look of sadness on his plump and bright face.
"What did mother and the eldest lady say?" Tan Chun stood up quickly and asked with concern.
Yuanchun shook his head, met a few looks, and said: "My ancestors thought about letting Baoyu... I'm afraid it's just wishful thinking after all."
Although I had briefly thought about letting Baoyu inherit the title, I could only give it up completely when I remembered Hengdi's previous attitude.
Tan Chun frowned slightly and said softly: "Brother Heng still needs to make up his mind."
Yuan Chun sat down aside, nodded, and sighed: "Now that my uncle is in prison, my father is unemployed, and the family is celebrating the New Year, misfortunes are happening one after another. I'm thinking about it, should I go to Qingxu Temple for a few days to have peace?
It’s the wedding ceremony.”
Yuanchun just said a casual sigh, or a peace ceremony, fell on the ears of the girl with a face like Li Rui, but something strange came into her heart.
Baochai picked up the tea cup on the side and lowered his head to take a sip. When his bright apricot eyes dropped, he secretly thought that he should wait until later and ask him.
In fact, as time goes by, Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang will belatedly realize an embarrassing situation. One of the two heads of the Rongguo Mansion has been expelled from the title and the other has become unemployed.
The tonsils are inflamed, the pain is excruciating, and the second possibility is that they will disappear...
