"Although your father is not his biological son, that's pretty much it!"
The door of the private room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a long beard, wearing a uniform, and a very rich appearance strode in. As soon as he entered the door, he complained to Jia She unceremoniously: "You Destroyed the palace of Xiao Si Si? Aren’t you just looking for trouble? Those people are definitely going to cause trouble for you again.”
"Just look for it. When did it stop in these years?"
Jia She didn't pay attention to these at all. He just pulled his son over to wipe his hands and face, and patted the back of his head gently: "This is Prince Ji, you can just call me uncle."
Ji Wang Liu Hong? So rich! Looks like the one in the Temple of Wealth!
"Dong dong dong!"
His father had already hinted at those golden and thick legs. Jia Cong still had no hesitation. He knelt down and made three "dong dong dong" sounds.
"Greetings to my great-uncle! May my great-uncle live longer and stay younger!"
Jia Cong kowtowed so loudly that there was almost an echo in the private room, and Jia Cong kowtowed without any burden. As for the dignity of a time traveler with soft knees, it had long been abandoned in front of the golden and thick legs. It's beyond cloud nine.
The evil feudal society, if he dares to mention this, the grass on the grave next year will be enough to feed a few sheep.
Liu Hong didn't expect Jia Cong to kowtow so seriously. When he saw that the little Fuwa's forehead was red, he quickly pulled her up reproachfully, took off the exquisite jade pendant from his waist and stuffed it into his hand.
"This kid, how can you get so many gifts... My uncle didn't prepare any gifts for you today. This piece of jade was a tribute from the Western Regions, so you can play with it."
Liu Hong felt that a piece of jade was still too shabby, so he took out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve and stuffed them all into Jia Cong's arms: "Take the flowers, my uncle has nothing else, and he is poor and only has silver!"
Look, if Hao Cheng is like this, he is the God of Wealth!
The banknote was a good thing, but Jia Cong really didn't know whether he should accept it. It was Jia She who twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at Liu Hong before letting Jia Cong take it.
There were three more bangs, and Jia Cong's eyes turned into lines of laughter. He obediently poured tea for his uncle and father, the God of Wealth, and sat aside to listen to the two of them talking.
"I'm going to Jiangnan. Uncle Nineteen, please lend me your people."
Liu Hong looked at Jia She who seemed to be back to his original state, feeling both happy and worried in his heart. Today is different from the past. Without Jia Daishan and the eldest brother, can Jia She alone withstand the schemes of those people?
However, he still nodded solemnly: "I know, I will make them prepare and act as your escort when they leave the capital. These people were the soldiers you brought out back then. With them, I will feel more at ease when you go south." .”
Jia She picked up the tea cup and toasted Liu Hong with tea instead of wine. The two of them didn't talk too much about this matter, but Jia Cong could still roughly guess that this trip south might not be smooth, and it would be both an opportunity and a crisis.
"I will tell Brother Huang about Fourteenth. Zhen has raised Fourteenth to death, and he will definitely cause big trouble in the future."
Liu Hong felt a little depressed. Since then, the capital had become a lot more chaotic, making him, the happy prince, no longer happy.
He pondered for a long time before continuing: "You too, things are different now. Why do you want to compete with him? Why don't you just come to me directly? Oh, forget it, what should I do if I think about it so much. What if I feel like it another day? If you don’t feel happy anymore, go and give this kid a good beating!”
"Uncle Nineteen, don't worry. The saint will fine me a salary at most. The entire capital is under his control. If he really wants to stop me, I won't be able to get to the gate of Prince Zhongxin's palace. This is what the saint meant. Liu Yan was too excited, and the Zhen family was too excited, forgetting who gave them dignity and glory."
Jia She raised his hand and rubbed his son's little head, thinking to himself that his good son's entry into the palace this time was a good way for him. At least he had more confidence in the path he wanted to take in the future.
Seeing that Jia She had made up his mind, Liu Hong knew that he couldn't persuade him anymore, so he drank all the tea in the cup in one breath, took a deep look at Jia She and his son, and sighed: "Forget it, I won't do it either." Enough talk, let’s go to the palace now. Enhou, please be careful!”
"Don't worry, Uncle Nineteen, I will bring you Jiangnan's goodies when I return to Beijing!"
Jia She bowed his hands and bowed down, and Jia Cong also bowed down: "Don't worry, uncle, I will take good care of my father!"
Liu Hong, who was originally worried, smiled and touched Jia Cong's head: "Good boy, when you return to Beijing, my uncle will take you to find some treasures."
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"Master, the old lady invites the master and the third master to Rongxi Hall..."
Jia She and his son had just gotten off the carriage and before they could take a breath, the disciple came up to them and said: "The things the saint gave to the third master were taken by the old lady and given to the second master Bao. The second master was taught a lesson by the old lady because he blocked them. .”
"Where are the Lian people?" Jia She looked up at the plaque hanging on the door and sneered.
The disciple was smart enough, and immediately replied in a low voice: "The second master was taught a lesson and was punished to kneel outside the Rongxi Hall. My wife went to plead for mercy, but she was also scolded by the old lady. The second wife also said that the second master was stingy..."
Ah! It’s really the most ridiculous thing in the world!
Jia She directly took Jia Cong's hand and walked quickly to the Hall of Rongxi. Jia Cong could clearly feel that his father was much more angry today than before, because he almost couldn't catch up with his father when he jogged all the way. .
Sure enough, in front of the Rongxi Hall, except for the eldest maid Jade guarding the door, Jia Lian was the only one kneeling alone on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.
"stand up!"
Jia She walked up to his eldest son and reprimanded him coldly: "The heir to the dignified Rongguo Mansion has been humiliated to this extent. I don't want this Rongguo Mansion!"
"Father……"
Jia Lian has been kneeling for a while. No matter how good his body is, he can't withstand such torture in late autumn. Even with Jia Cong's strong support, Jia Lian almost fell to the ground.
Without waiting for the maid to report, Jia She raised the curtain with a cold face and walked in.
"Mother, is Lian'er your grandson? In the cold weather of late autumn, he knelt outside the house for an hour without paying attention. What did he do wrong to make you so angry? Is it wrong to protect his younger brother? Otherwise, my son On the other hand, the Rongguo Mansion should be handed over directly to the second son and his family."
"You bastard, what are you talking about?"
Mother Jia, who was joking with her grandchildren, was instantly turned livid with anger. Everyone in the room, including Mrs. Wang, was as silent as a chill.
At this time, Jia She's whole body was exuding cold air. Even the youngest Xichun sensed something was wrong and pushed hard into Yingchun's arms.
The juniors had no time to stand up and salute, when Jia She sneered again and said, "Isn't it? You can take the things that the saint gave to Brother Cong, just take them away? Do you know that they were specially given to Brother Cong by the saint? Is he studying for fame? Does Baoyu lack those books? If he does, my son, the uncle, should go and bring the bookstore back to him now!"
