In the wing room, the lights were dim, the curtains on the bed were held up by golden hooks, and on a dark red bed made of pear wood, the couple sat side by side.
The young man wears a straight green shirt, has a clear face and gentle eyes.
The woman's temples are as beautiful as clouds, her eyebrows are as thin as a knife cut by willow leaves, and she is dressed in a light red skirt.
Listening to what her husband said, Qin Keqing's crystal jade face, like a flower tree and a pile of snow, showed surprise. She turned her head and looked at her husband with radiant eyes.
However, my mind couldn't help but think of what my husband said about studying and practicing martial arts before getting married, and when my father asked me how I made a living, what my husband said about writing articles for a living, I still remember them as if it was yesterday.
Whether a person's words have weight and whether they can give people a sense of certainty and perseverance are often revealed in these details.
A true man must do what he says, what he does must bear fruit, and what he says must be true.
It’s loud and clear, and every word comes true.
"Husband, he is a real man."
Thinking of this, Qin Keqing's flawless face was flushed, just like the peach blossoms in February. At the same time, her heart was filled with the joy of being a married couple, one and the same, but in the deepest part of her heart, she couldn't help but feel a trace of joy.
Fortunately, she didn't waver at all at first...
Seeing that Qin Keqing was distracted, Jia Heng said softly: "Wash up quickly, it's getting late, it's time to rest."
Qin Keqing turned around and didn't think too much. She subconsciously said "Yeah, okay", and then saw her husband looking at her with a half-smile but not a smile. She felt her cheeks were hot and her heart was panicking.
She...she is not...
The two of them washed their feet, took off their clothes, and lay on the bed talking.
The maid Baozhu, Ruizhu drew the curtains and blew out the candles.
"Husband, please don't...the soles of your feet are itchy."
Suddenly a soft and charming voice sounded from the curtain, with a bit of shyness and tenderness.
The night was hazy, the moon was bright, and the soft moonlight shone on the earth. Dark clouds covered the moon, and a light rain suddenly fell from the sky. This was the season of continuous autumn rain.
Suddenly, the autumn wind blew strongly, the branches and leaves swayed, and the green bamboo poles under the east window made a mute rustling sound.
For a long time, there were strong winds and heavy rain, and the rain became heavier and heavier.
A pair of green finches lying under the ridge with their eyes closed were startled. They fluttered their wings, hugged each other for warmth, and shrank toward the nest.
An autumn rain and a cold.
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Early morning, Ningguo Mansion.
The autumn rain just passed last night, the sky is as blue as a wash, the air is fresh, the willow trees beside the road are piled with smoke, the rain and dew are rolling on the branches and leaves, and the green color is dripping.
As for the majestic and majestic gatehouse of Dongfu, the dust on the red eaves and green roofs has been washed away by the rain, and the pair of stone lions in front of the door have been washed exceptionally clean and white.
In the bedroom, Ms. You was wearing a light yellow dress, sitting in front of the dressing table, being served by the maid, with a flower on her hair against her temples, and a pale and haggard snow-skinned face appeared in the bronze mirror.
"My wife's face has been very bad these past two days. This is Yao Ji's Wan Hua Jiao rouge. Put some pearl powder on it first, then apply it later and cover it up." The maid who combed her hair said softly with some distress on her face.
"Just put on some powder, don't apply rouge, that's all." Youshi pursed her red lips, which were slightly dry and flaky.
Her husband is now behind bars, how can she deal with it?
Besides, no matter how well she cleans up, who can she show it to?
Women should look after those who please themselves.
"Madam, breakfast has been prepared in the kitchen, why don't you let them bring it over?" At this time, another maid said softly.
"I have no appetite." Youshi waved his hand and said.
How can she eat while the master is still in prison?
The master was sent in by Jia Heng... Speaking of which, it had something to do with her tip-off.
Although right and wrong are different matters, the master is behind bars, and here...she has a share.
The maid looked gloomy and said softly: "My wife hasn't eaten much for two days, and she's exhausted again. Everyone in the house is still pointing at my wife to make decisions."
"I really have no appetite." Youshi sighed quietly and said softly: "Ask Brother Rong, are you still not allowed in Jingzhao Yamen? Later, I will bring some food to see the master.
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After all, they were just a couple. Even though he had done such disgraceful things and he was now being imprisoned for his crimes, she should finally see him.
The maid said: "Madam, Uncle Rong said yesterday that he has sent letters to the Yamen several times, but the Jingzhao Yamen said that communication by letter is prohibited because it will prevent collusion with confessions."
When Youshi heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly. Yurong paused and sighed helplessly.
Outside the wing, under the eaves of the corridor, Jia Rong, dressed in a green blouse and a purple scarf, was pacing back and forth, with an anxious look on his face, asking the nanny beside him, "Madam, you haven't gotten up yet?"
Youshi and Jia Rong are not biological mother and son, and their names are no different from ordinary people.
"You're dressing up right now, right now." Mammy smiled and said, "Brother Rong, why are you urging me? Don't you know that it takes at least half an hour for a woman to dress up?"
Although Jia Zhen was imprisoned for questioning, only a few people were worried. The maids and mothers-in-law of Ning Mansion only talked and laughed in front of Youshi. On weekdays, everyone lived like this.
Jia Rong's face darkened, she glanced at the nanny, snorted coldly, and scolded: "What do you know? The clan will open an ancestral hall later and convene the clan elders to discuss the matter of removing Jia Heng's clan membership. Mrs.
The master is his wife, and we cannot leave her for even a moment."
"What are you still doing here? Why don't you go in and urge me!"
As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back, bowed slightly, and walked back and forth like Jia Zhen in his memory.
This time the clan summoned clan elders to not only remove Jiaheng's clan membership, but also to select someone to inherit the title.
These two things go together. This is what the elder in the West Mansion told him yesterday.
After being robbed, the nanny pouted, rolled her eyes, and glanced at Jia Rong's back from the corner of her eye.
Now that the master is not in the house, Brother Rong is becoming more and more proud and speaks with a high tone.
Jia Rong didn't know the mother-in-law's slander behind her, so she stood under the eaves of the corridor with her hands behind her hands, staring into the distance, her heart fluctuating.
Yesterday, the eldest man in the West Mansion had already said that if he confessed his crime at Jingzhao Yamen, Long Yan in the palace was furious. He could no longer keep it. He would either be exiled or be sent to the army. However, the title of the East Mansion was passed down from the ancestors and would never be saved.
Will be lost.
As the direct grandson of Ning Guo, he should shoulder the high expectations of his ancestors.
Just let him seize the throne...
The question is, what is next for a third-grade mighty general?
I'll have to ask someone secretly to ask about it in the afternoon.
The title of the dynasty is reduced and inherited, and the princes and princes are all of superior rank. If the heir cannot be inherited and he is not in the military, the title will be greatly reduced.
No matter what, he should inherit the huge family fortune of Ning Mansion.
From now on, the days when any servant could scold him, Jia Rong, are gone forever!
Things have changed in Ning Mansion!
Jia Rong looked up at the rockery with overlapping lights and jagged rocks, and her heart was filled with great pride.
It seemed to appear in front of my eyes... the maids in the master's room who had not yet opened their faces, their colors and body shapes...
Jia Rong's eyes were dazed for a moment, and she thought to herself, wait until he takes over the Ning Mansion before making further calculations.
Then I thought about the expulsion of my citizenship, and felt a little sad in my heart.
"Uncle Heng, Uncle Heng, my nephew, I would like to thank you for making the matter bigger. My good nephew's tip was not in vain." Jia Rong murmured in her heart.
Speaking of which, when he and the son of Minister Hube Liang had a conflict over the oiran, it was Jia Heng who blocked him.
"Uncle Heng, don't worry. When I ascend the title, I will not forget your great kindness." Thinking of the wonderful thing, Jia Rong's handsome and delicate cheeks showed a strange flush.
At this moment, grandma called from behind: "Brother Rong, grandma wants you to come to the hall to talk."
Hearing the words, Jia Rong hummed and started to walk away. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly remembered something. Looking at the old face with horizontal wrinkles, a cold look appeared on Jia Rong's delicate face, "In the future, if you want to call me
Farewell to Mr. Rong! Brother Rong is the master. The wife calls you. Is it you who can call you? There is no superiority or inferiority!"
"You..." Grandma's lips were trembling, her eyebrows were downcast, and she didn't dare to respond.
After Jia Rong finished speaking, she glanced at the green and white mama, snorted coldly, held her head high and walked into the flower hall.
"This is what a man should do..."
When Jia Rong stepped into the flower hall, she still recalled in her mind the "reverent and fearful" look on her grandmother's face just now. She felt extremely comfortable and felt light under her feet.
In the flower hall, Ms. You was wearing a light yellow double-breasted skirt, and her face was as pale as paper. She sat quietly on a chair made of pear wood, raised her gloomy eyes, and looked at the young man opposite her quietly.
With a smile on Jia Rong's handsome face, she bowed and said, "Madam, the old lady has been rushed by someone. She might be in the ancestral hall now. It's time for her to go over."
He still had to show some respect to this wife in name only.
You frowned, Dai Li's beautiful eyebrows, and asked with a faint look: "My master is still in prison now. If the clan doesn't discuss how to rescue him, how can we discuss Jia Heng's expulsion from his membership?"
