The light of several lights finally made up for the light in the Hall of Rongxi. Skipping the plump orange cat on Jia Cong's purple robe, Jia Mu finally saw clearly the dragon-headed sword and the golden sword. token.
The old lady no longer knew how to face the concubine in front of her.
too fast!
He gained grace so quickly!
How wonderful it would be to give this rare blessing to her good grandson Baoyu!
Jia Cong hung the golden order in his hand on the jade belt again, turned it over, and the four words "I am here in person" turned into the word "Royal Cat" and a fat orange cat.
The orange cat came to life, showing two tiger teeth and seemed to be laughing at what she just said.
"My grandson dares to kowtow like this, but I don't know if the old lady dares to accept it!"
She really didn't dare to bear it. If she did, even Jia Daishan's lingering shadow would not be able to cover her.
The old lady was a little angry. She turned away stiffly and said angrily: "Since you have received the imperial gift, why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you want to disgrace me and support your father?"
Jia Cong grinned, bowed and said, "Didn't my grandson get a gift from the emperor? He wanted to come and tell the old lady the good news. I overheard what the old lady said just now, and I just wanted to say one thing... Sister Lin is a dignified third-grade lady. The legitimate daughter of a member of the Communist Party of China, the only bloodline of the Gusu Lin family, and the unmarried wife of the royal cat Jia Cong, can An be able to take care of Brother Bao and his foreigner at all costs?"
"you……"
As soon as the old lady said a word, Jia Cong put his hand on the sword at his waist.
His smile gradually faded, his childish face was covered with frost, and he said with great indifference: "My grandson is indeed just a concubine, but he is also a descendant of Duke Rong. A Jia family man's head can be cut off, but his life You can go, but you must not be humiliated!"
"My wife, I will protect her. Whoever dares to humiliate her, I, Jia Cong, will draw my sword and face her, and I will never take a step back!"
"Old lady, you know very well how you are thinking about your grandson. Second brother Bao is ill. As a younger brother, I am no less worried than you. My father is the same."
Jia Cong glanced around the people in the room. Through the screen, he could hear Daiyu's sobbing in the Nuan Pavilion becoming slightly quieter, and Xichun's quiet and amusing voice reached his ears.
The second uncle Jia Zheng looked calm, while the second aunt Mrs. Wang kept counting the beads in her hand expressionlessly.
Jia Cong shook his head. He turned and walked towards the screen. As he walked, he said to the old lady: "My grandson has invited Dr. Li to come to diagnose Brother Bao. As soon as his father got off the ship, he paid a lot of money to treat Brother Bao." Brother, please seek medical attention. Old lady, second uncle, father and son, have we never betrayed our loved ones? But what about me? Have you ever looked at me seriously? My surname is Jia too!"
"San'er..."
Jia She could hear too much unwillingness and resentment in his youngest son's words. He originally wanted to scold him, but he couldn't think of any reason to scold him.
On the other hand, Jia Zheng felt that he had lost face and wanted to refute.
"Brother Cong, I..."
Jia Cong stopped in front of the screen and turned to look at Jia Zheng.
"Second uncle, I know what you want to say. Indeed, you treat all your nephews and nephews equally, but you are too busy to see that there are too many secret activities in the inner house. Not to mention your nephew, with me Do you know what kind of life Brother Huan of the same age leads?”….
Jia Cong was filled with sadness when he remembered that when his good friend Jia Huan was hungry, he could only sneak up to him and grab cold snacks with his red and swollen hands to eat.
"Second Uncle, have you ever thought that your little son is often hungry and forced to write Buddhist scriptures in the Buddhist hall? Have you ever thought that Brother Huan's hands are covered with frostbite in the winter and he is forced to kneel in the cold Buddhist hall? ? You are looking forward to the roll call of your children and grandchildren outside Donghua's door, but have you never thought about how a person with disabled hands can write articles and poems to win the only one among ten thousand people? "
The choking sound behind the screen gradually grew louder, it was Tanchun's cry.
Jia Zheng's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.
Because the nephew in front of him has been close to his younger son since he was a child. He once scolded his younger son and was worried that his younger son would be led astray by his nephew who liked to play around.
Just listen to Jia Cong sneer:
"The Buddhist hall is about to destroy a descendant of Rongguo Gong. Where does the Buddha's light come from in such a Buddhist hall? Second uncle, not everyone can be as dazzling as Brother Bao. At least, Brother Huan has lived it. Not as good as children from ordinary families..."
"enough!"
Mrs. Wang's sudden outburst interrupted Jia Zheng's hard-won reflection.
Mrs. Wang looked aggrieved and explained to her husband: "I just saw that Brother Huan was very naughty, so I thought of fulfilling the responsibility of a aunt and teaching him. I just copied a few Buddhist scriptures, why?" When it comes to brother Cong's mouth, I become that vicious aunt who doesn't tolerate the bastard?"
"Ms. Wang, do you think I'm blind?"
Jia She didn't want his youngest son to be accused of disrespecting his elders, so he sneered and interrupted: "If I hadn't let my soldiers protect me quietly, how do you think Brother Huan could have survived in the cold Buddhist hall?"
"Are these... real?"
Jia Zheng stood up in panic and looked at his wife with eyes full of suspicion.
Wang wanted to continue struggling to defend herself, but Jia She didn't give her a chance at all.
"You poisonous woman, if you weren't concerned about the reputation of the girls in the house, Brother Jing would have opened an ancestral hall and removed you!"
Snapped!
Jia Zheng slapped Mr. Wang hard on the face. His cousin Jia Jing was about to open an ancestral hall. How could this matter be false?
Mrs. Wang covered her face and stared at her husband in front of her. The old lady felt that something serious would happen if the fuss continued, so she quickly smashed the tea cup on her hand to the ground.
"That's enough, shut up, everyone!"
"Old lady, Brother Huan is also your biological grandson. It's up to you to handle this matter."
Jia She suddenly looked tired, and sighed and said: "The blood of the Jia family of the glorious country was oppressed by domestic slaves, and went to Dongkuayuan to beg for food hungry. Shame, shame!"
At this time, Jia Cong also sighed, ignoring the silence of the old lady and the second room, and walked around the screen to the inner room.
Daiyu had stopped crying, her eyes were red and swollen, and she softly comforted Tanchun who was covering her face in tears.
Yingchun and Xichun were also surrounding Tanchun, the four of them hugging each other, clinging to each other. Who is not sad? Who doesn’t want someone to support them?
Jia Cong nodded with the four people, came to the bed, and looked at the unconscious Baoyu.
He did not hate Baoyu. He may have been jealous and complained, but he also believed that Jia Baoyu was actually a miserable person. ….
Although he may appear to be well-dressed and well-fed, he has become someone's tool since he was born, and he is destined to live a mediocre life. Maybe he could truly live a happy life when he was born in the world of his previous life.
Looking at Baoyu, who was in a coma with his brows furrowed, Jia Cong said softly: "Brother Bao, no matter what mentality others have towards you or what ideas they have for you, my father and I will do our best to protect your prosperity throughout your life." well."
The previous quarrel was interrupted by a burst of noise, and Jia Cong faintly heard the words "Oracle".
He said a few words of comfort to the four girls in a warm voice and returned to the main hall of Rongxi Hall.
The five people in the main hall all looked surprised. Jia Cong quickly came to Jia She's side and asked in a low voice: "Dad, what happened?"
Jia She also looked confused and shook his head: "My father didn't know that a message was sent from the front yard and an edict came from the Dragon Head Palace, asking us to prepare the incense table quickly..."
…
"Holy edict, Rongguo Mansion's first-class divine general Jia She accepts the order!"
The person who conveyed the order turned out to be the Dragon Head Palace, who rarely left the palace, and was in charge of the palace affairs. Behind him was a large group of imperial guards, chamberlains and two female officials.
Jia She was slightly startled when he saw the jade scroll with the seven-colored dragon pattern in Dai Quan's hand.
The incense table was set up, and Jia She knelt at the front. Jia Mu and everyone else in the house knelt down and shouted long live.
"The imperial edict says: I govern the world with literature, and quell chaos with force. Military commanders and generals are the mainstay of the imperial court and the foundation of the country. They are able to do both civil and military affairs, and they can repay their efforts with great efforts, but their achievements can be wasted if they are not praised and favored. Huh. Jia She, the first-class powerful general in the Rongguo Mansion, entered the palace to assist the crown prince when he was young after the founding of the country. He was a talent that I personally selected. I think about the past and can't bear to let this good talent get dusty.
You will not forget to serve the country with all your loyalty, go south to eliminate the bandits, and share my worries. Today I have a special decree to grant you a title, and I order you to take the title and found the country, assist in the movement, and promote the sincerity of Xuanli, the military minister Rong Guogong, Zuozhuguo, Ronglu Dafu, Rong Enbo, and Shilu 1,500 shi. Admire this! "
boom!
Although Jia She was prepared when he saw the imperial decree with the seven-colored dragon pattern on the jade scroll, he really didn't expect that the Supreme Emperor, who had neglected him for several years, would suddenly knight him.
Moreover, it was Xijue who founded the country, assisted the movement, promoted the sincerity and declared the power of the military minister Rong Guogong. The title did not follow the system and used the county as the title. Instead, he used the special imperial title of Rong Enbo.
Dai Quan looked at the people kneeling in the front yard and said to Jia She with a smile: "Uncle Rong En, the saint has one more thing for me to say to you!"
"I respectfully listen to the edict!"
"The sage said, Jia Enhou, Jia Enhou, I gave you the title of Enhou, and today I give you the title of Honor. You have been hiding at home for so long, isn't it time to be loyal to me?"
Dai Quan imitated the Supreme Emperor's tone very well, and Jia She seemed to feel that the sharp gaze of the old sage was penetrating the palace wall from the Huangji Palace, crossing the pavilion, and falling on him.
He prostrated himself on the ground, his voice choked with sobs, and shouted: "Jia She, Jia Enhou, thank you for your grace and serve your country with all your loyalty until death!"
"Long live, long live, long live my emperor!"
Jia Cong was naturally full of joy, but Jia Mu, Jia Zheng and others didn't know how to describe their mood at this time.
Even though he has been knighted, he is still a top-notch earl, and the title given to him by the royal family is Uncle Rong En!
Mother Jia stood up slowly with the support of Mrs.
Dai Quan quickly came to the old lady, smiled and said something that was difficult for Jia Mu to accept.
"Mrs. Tai, the saint asked this old slave to tell you that the rules should not be messed up. This Rongxi Hall is the main hall of the Rongguo Mansion given by Grandpa Taizu. The eldest son of Xianrongguo cannot live there. Who dares to occupy the magpie's possession? Nest? His old man can’t let the Fourteenth Master violate the etiquette and live in Qinzheng Hall, and the wife can’t violate the etiquette, right?”
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