I will definitely beat people. This is what I made up my mind in Jiangnan.
Thinking of the oracle of beating that he had finally obtained by acting coquettishly and cutely when he first returned to Beijing... er, the oracle of absolutism, Jia Cong secretly clenched his fist.
Liu Ye, Liu Ye, if Princess Yi Zhong doesn’t recognize you unless she beats you up, my surname will be changed from Jia to Lin!
After hearing the sage's instructions relayed by Jia Cong, Cao Jiugong stood there for a long time and then said bitterly: "Brother Cong, this is revenge! Come on, the sage has given the order, how dare I not go?"
Jia Cong grinned, jumped up and patted Cao Jiugong's chest: "That's right. You are the Queen Mother's nephew and the Commander-in-Chief of the Dragon Guard. What's the point of beating someone up? Let's bring more people to help Liu Ye. Clean up the palace..."
…
Of course, the beating was not something that happened just now. There was no news about Xu Jin, the chosen son. Jia Cong sharpened his knife and stayed in the mansion, rubbing his head and studying with Daiyu, while squatting at the gate of Rongguo Mansion. Desperate to see through.
Since Jia's mother came back from Cining Palace, when Jia Cong went to Rongxi Hall to pay his respects in the past two days, there was a lot of avoidance in his words.
Everyone in the house, old and young, could see it, but no one dared to ask why. Jia She had to go to the military camp every day and was very busy. After Jia Zheng moved out of the main courtyard, he seemed to be in a much lower mood. He bragged less frequently with the flattering retainers and often stayed out at night.
The old lady asked several times, either staying at a friend's house to talk by candlelight at night, or resting at the Yamen to be busy with government affairs.
But Jia Cong has a good nose, and his second uncle has a familiar smell!
Second brother, our second uncle followed in your footsteps and started to miss the Qin Lou Chu Palace!
Of course, this is a secret between men. Jia Cong just watched the show behind his back and did not reveal the matter, so he could rest assured.
Until the fourteenth day of the winter lunar month, the little fat man who was about to collapse staggered out of Daiyu's room, holding on to the porch and sighing at Sister Lin's strength.
Just as he was about to go cook to replenish his energy exhausted from studying, he saw Zijuan's face full of worry and hurriedly ran into the yard. When he saw Jia Cong, he said happily: "Third Master, Second Master Bao is awake!"
"Forehead……"
Jia Cong asked confusedly: "This is a good thing. Why do you look so worried?"
While talking, Daiyu had already arrived outside the door and asked in surprise: "Baoyu is awake?"
Zijuan smiled bitterly and said, "I'm awake. Tomorrow is the day when we will host a banquet for guests. Our ancestors were afraid of disturbing the second master Bao, so he sent someone to send the second master Bao back to Qixiazhai. Unexpectedly, it was less than half the time. After an hour, Xiren suddenly came to say that Baoyu had woken up..."
"Zicuckoo, you haven't told me the reason why you are worried!"
Jia Cong spoke again, and Zijuan hesitated for a long time before whispering: "Second Master Bao said that he had a long dream, talking about marriage between wood and stone, and that his ancestors had promised him that the girl would be his future Grandma Bao. . We were about to get married, but we were suddenly woken up by someone, and there was a big fuss."
Marriage between wood and stone?
Hearing these four words, Daiyu suddenly felt an unspeakable sadness in her heart. Just when she was wondering where this inexplicable sadness came from, her left hand was held by someone, and the warmth was strong, which dissipated the unknown sadness. ….
Daiyu's pretty face turned red, but she didn't break away.
When Zicuckoo saw this scene, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.
Jia Cong was looking at Xiangxiang's sister Lin, but he couldn't see the sadness in Zicuckoo's eyes. He whispered in Daiyu's ear: "When I have time, I will tell Sister Lin a story about the marriage between wood and stone and the marriage between gold and jade."
"related to me?"
Daiyu's heart was palpitating, and she asked with almost conviction.
Jia Cong shook his head mysteriously, nodded, and whispered back: "Yes and no, that was a dream I had, a nightmare!"
The two of them chewed their ears for a while, but there was a lot of noise outside the small courtyard.
Several sisters who were near Daiyu's courtyard had received the news and left the courtyard one after another, planning to call Daiyu to visit Baoyu together.
Regardless of what people outside say about Baoyu, in the eyes of Sanchun and Daiyu, Baoyu is their relative.
Treat them wholeheartedly.
Of course, Jia Cong agrees with this.
Although he resented Baoyu's obsession with Daiyu, he had to admit that Jia Baoyu was a person with a very pure mind. Among all the noble disciples of Wu Xun in the capital, there are only a handful who can compare with Jia Baoyu in terms of character.
"Let's go see Brother Bao and listen to his dream story."
It stands to reason that Daiyu received a lot of care from Jia Baoyu in Rongguo Mansion. Her cousin had just recovered from a serious illness, so she should visit him both emotionally and logically.
But Zijuan repeated what Baoyu had just said after waking up, worried that something had happened, and couldn't help but hesitate a little.
Jia Cong saw Daiyu's dilemma, squeezed Daiyu's hand, and said with a smile: "Sister Lin, have you forgotten what I said? I have everything under my control, so you won't be wronged!"
As soon as she said this, Daiyu smiled, her bright eyes curved into crescent moons, she hummed softly, and let Jia Cong hold her hand and walked out of the yard.
…
The hospital bed in the inner hall of Qixia Zhai was already crowded with the masters of both Ning and Rong mansions.
When Jia Cong, Daiyu, and Sanchun walked into Baoyu's courtyard, they happened to meet Jia Rong's wife who had just arrived from Ningguo Mansion.
The most favored person among the old lady's grandchildren is the new mistress of Ningguo Mansion, Qin Keqing, the wife of Jia Rong.
"The niece-in-law meets with her uncle, Aunt Lin, second aunt, third aunt, and little aunt..."
Qin Keqing was older than a few people, but when she married a chicken, she married a dog. Jia Rong was a generation lower than everyone else, so Qin Keqing also had to pay homage to several children.
However, Qin Keqing's upbringing was that of a real lady, her every look and smile were just right, and her appearance was the best in the capital. Even Jia Cong, who had seen all kinds of speculations about her past life, could not associate the filth with her.
It was Qin Keqing's uncle's voice that made him unable to bear it.
"Uncle, you and several aunts are also here to see Uncle Bao?"
Qin Keqing called uncle again, and Jia Cong suddenly thought.
He quickly waved his hand to stop: "Brother Rong and your wife, please call me Third Uncle or Third Uncle Cong from now on, but you must not call me Uncle!"
Um?
Qin Keqing had a confused look on her face. She deliberately shouted in a friendly tone just to get closer to Jia Cong, the favorite minister of the Second Saint.
Ningguo Mansion once again inherited the title, and its power was reduced again. Now that the Ningguo line is weakening, it must rely on the re-emerging Rongguo Mansion to maintain the power of the Ningguo Mansion. ….
And this Third Uncle Cong is the person Qin Keqing believes has the most potential in the future.
Jia Cong looked at Qin Keqing, Daiyu and others who looked puzzled, put his head on his forehead and explained: "I don't know why, my stomach hurts when Brother Rong's wife shouts like that! Call me Third Uncle. It's so kind and doesn't hurt your stomach. It's more good!"
Although he didn't understand where this stomachache came from, the considerate Qin Keqing once again paid the Wanfu gift to Jia Cong: "Niece-in-law, please say hello to my third uncle!"
"Aha, it's much better now!"
Jia Cong scratched his head and gave him some support: "Get up, by the way, where is Brother Rong? Why are you here alone?"
Qin Keqing replied softly: "It's a coincidence that my husband went to visit my grandfather and... father-in-law outside the city today. My wife went back to her parents' house, and my niece-in-law got the news and had to come alone."
The bad things in Ningguo Mansion are difficult to describe in one word.
Fortunately, Jia Jing cut the knot quickly and dragged Jia Zhen to the Taoist temple, broke the dog's legs and locked him up, so he was safe for the time being.
Looking at Qin Keqing, who looked much better, Jia Cong nodded happily. After a few words of greeting, the team visiting the patients grew larger. Under the leadership of Jia Cong, everyone arrived at the door of Qixia Zhai.
There were several pretty maids standing outside the door of Qixiazhai, chattering and playing without any rules. When they saw Jia Cong and others, except for one of them who came forward to greet them, the others just gave a perfunctory salute. .
"presumptuous!"
Jia Cong suddenly shouted loudly, startling everyone.
"Except Qingwen, you all kneel down in the yard and wake up. When will you realize where you went wrong? When will you get up!"
Yingchun opened her mouth, but didn't speak.
Daiyu didn't even frown, but Qin Keqing nodded slightly, becoming more interested in this third uncle.
Qingwen, who had been greeted earlier, was stunned for a moment, then she bowed down and said, "My slave, please give my regards to the Third Master, my regards to the Second Miss, Miss Lin, the Third Miss and the Fourth Miss, and my regards to Grandma Rong."
Jia Cong nodded: "You are good!"
Immediately, he turned his gaze to the maids who were still stunned, and said in a cold voice: "Brother Bao is so spoiled by you that he has made you forget what the rules are. Your master just woke up from a serious illness. The size of a room is Master is still worried, so it’s better for you to fight and fight, how can you behave like this?"
"Brother Cong, that's a good scold!"
At this time, Wang Xifeng walked out of the house with red eyes. After looking at Jia Cong with admiration, she angrily scolded the maids: "If you don't go and kneel in the yard, each of them will be fined half a month!"
Feng Lazi's reputation was not blown out, but these maids did not dare to show any perfunctory behavior. They all knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads.
As the yard became quiet, the old lady's dissatisfaction and scolding came from the house: "Your second brother Bao has just woken up, and you are showing off your power outside. What? Why are you still standing in the yard? I can't wait for the old lady to go out to pick you up in person. ?」
Wang Xifeng smiled bitterly and said nothing. Jia Cong grinned and shook his head with the worried Daiyu and Sanchun, indicating that nothing happened.
He raised his feet and walked into the house. Sure enough, although Baoyu on the hospital bed was weak, Daiyu's eyes lit up when he stepped into the door of the house.
Next to Jia's mother sat the expressionless Mrs. Xing, Mrs. Wang with red eyes, and Li Wan holding little Jialan.
Jia Cong bowed and said, "My grandson, please say hello to the old lady. Please say hello to the madam. Please say hello to the aunt. Hello, sister-in-law!"
The old lady snorted coldly and ignored Jia Cong's salute.
Li Wan stood up and silently returned the greeting, while little Jia Lan bared her white teeth and shouted at Jia Cong, "Three cakes are good!"
"Brother Lan, be good! Sansu will ask Yin to send you some goodies later!"
Good babies always get love and care. Jia Cong stepped forward and touched little Jia Lan's head. Then he came to Jia Baoyu's bed and blocked his gaze towards Daiyu.
"Brother Bao, you have just woken up from a serious illness, so you need to take a good supplement. Tomorrow morning I will go to Tai Hospital to ask Mr. Yu to review you. Mr. Yu is a master at playing with bugs. The medicine he prepared with colorful bugs will definitely make you better. Brother Bao came to life as quickly as possible!"
Of course Jia Baoyu knew who Mr. Yu was and how much medicine he drank made from insects during his coma.
But...yuck...
He finally couldn't bear it any longer and vomited while holding on to the bed...
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