Master Pardon's precious son was beaten in the Rongguo Mansion, but the old lady just used the excuse that she was happy to be crowned a concubine and it was not appropriate to cause a family feud. She gave Jia Cong a few perfunctory words of comfort and then let him go.
After all, the Jia family would get into trouble every now and then when the two children were fighting. The imperial edict of Yuanchun's imperial concubine said: The Jia family in Rongguo, the harmony of Tao Xipi, is a clan of good people.
I just mentioned that your Jia family is a Qingshan clan, and you severely punished the members of the common branch of the clan because of a fight between your children. You are the only grandson of an old man with a generation name. After being processed by someone with intentions, you immediately became a weapon for political enemies to attack the Jia family and Yuanchun. .
Wang Xifeng felt dissatisfied when she saw that the old lady was trying to make a big deal out of a trivial matter, and said with resentment: "Old lady, brother Cong was beaten like this at home, can't he just expose it so lightly?"
"Then what do you want to do? Do you want to cause discord in the Jia family in front of all the guests?"
Mother Jia's face remained unchanged, and she frowned and said, "I haven't even taken brother Cong down to apply the medicine, but the noble man is still fighting like a child. It's really embarrassing for the Jia family..."
"Old lady, it's your grandson who's being beaten, why are you still scolding me?"
Jia Cong howled twice, the little fat face was full of grievance, and the conversation suddenly changed: "Then Jia Rui ran to the small garden adjacent to the inner courtyard, and the servants in our house didn't even see half of them. If Someone broke into the inner courtyard, and I don’t know how big of a disturbance it will cause. Old lady, the rules in this house are getting worse and worse!"
The old lady was so troubled by Jia Cong's howling that she didn't think carefully about what he meant.
The old lady rubbed her temples and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, why are you howling? Why don't you go down and apply some medicine? Isn't your father the one who decides everything in the house now? Whose? You two can make up your own minds on how to handle your responsibilities, so don't bother me."
"Go, go, girl Feng, take this magic star down quickly. What a fuss on this big day!"
"But……"
Wang Xifeng was very unwilling to give in, but she couldn't express her grievances. She was so angry that she almost cursed.
After hearing what the old lady said, Jia Cong felt happy and quietly pulled Wang Xifeng's sleeve.
He pretended to be aggrieved and sighed: "What the old lady said is that it is really not appropriate to make the whole family uneasy on a happy day. It is okay for the grandson to suffer some grievances, as long as the old lady is happy."
These words were full of grievances. Yingchun only thought that her brother was really aggrieved, and her eyes immediately turned red when she heard the sound.
Tanchun felt a little sad because her uncle's own son had been wronged and could not get the care of the old lady. Then one day she and Jia Huan were wronged, who should they turn to for support?
Xichun's mouth tightened, her face full of displeasure. She wanted to say something, but Daiyu covered her mouth.
Daiyu raised her embroidered eyebrows. After seeing the flash of smile at the corner of Jia Cong's mouth, she was 80% convinced that there must be something behind the beating of brother Cong.
…
"Ouch, ouch... Sister Lin, please be gentle, it hurts, it hurts..."
It was also the first time for Daiyu to give medicine to someone. She was already a little nervous. She was startled by Jia Cong's sudden wailing and almost dropped the medicine bottle in her hand.
….
"Be quiet!"
Snapped!
Jia Cong, who was slapped on the head, immediately became a good boy, sitting quietly on the chair, smelling the unique fragrance of Daiyu, grinning innocently.
After a while, Daiyu applied ointment to Jia Cong's face and hands. She held Jia Cong's hand and blew gently into it.
"I still remember when I was injured when I was young, my mother would always blow on it gently, and the pain seemed to go away."
Daiyu exhaled like a orchid, Jia Cong looked at the serious and sacred Sister Lin, and involuntarily moved his chubby face forward.
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. Daiyu, who was carefully blowing Jia Cong's wound, suddenly felt a warm breath on her cheek.
When she raised her head, she saw that the fat man's face with a silly smile was only a punch away from her. His pretty face instantly turned red, and his ears were extremely hot.
"what you do?"
Daiyu's voice was like a mosquito, and she wanted to hide behind her, but unexpectedly there was a chair behind her. In a panic, his back hit the chair and he almost tripped.
Jia Cong immediately took her hand and pulled Daiyu forward into his arms.
Jia Cong felt a little confused when he felt warm and soft in his arms.
This is the second time the two have hugged each other since the last time they had close contact in Yangzhou Lin Mansion.
The fragrance was fragrant, and the little fat man could no longer feel the pain on the right side of his face and palms. Instead, his whole body felt hot. He pressed Daiyu tightly into his arms, leaned against her beautiful neck and inhaled deeply...
"You bastard, don't let me go yet!"
Daiyu couldn't help but feel embarrassed and annoyed after a brief daze. She struggled to get up, but she felt as if her waist was tied by an iron chain and she couldn't move.
Jia Cong subconsciously replied: "Sister Lin, you smell so good!"
"you……"
Daiyu was really annoyed now, and out of embarrassment, she stepped on the little fat man's foot. It wasn't very hard, but it made Jia Cong let out an ouch and let go of his hand.
Thumb thump thump thump...
After leaving Jia Cong's arms, Daiyu didn't even raise her head. She bit her lips and ran behind the screen. She grabbed the corner of her clothes and cursed: "Deng Tuzi, Deng Tuzi, how could you do this?"
She felt hot all over, and her heart was beating very fast. She touched her neck, which was in contact with Jia Cong's lips, and stamped her feet: "I'm ignoring you, how could you...how could you..."
"How can I become a prostitute if I kiss my wife?"
Jia Cong stared at the figure appearing on the screen and said plausibly: "Sister Lin smells so good, I can't help it. Just yesterday, Sister Lin told me about the Book of Songs, 'A fair lady, a gentleman is so arrogant.' How did you end up here?" Have you become a slut?"
Listening to the little fat man's nonsense, Daiyu was angry and funny: "Then it's about love and etiquette. You're all wrong."
"Let's just say it's wrong. Anyway, I just want to be tired of Sister Lin."
Jia Cong took two steps forward and immediately heard Daiyu from behind the screen exclaim: "Don't come over here!"
A screen seemed to be Daiyu's last insistence.
"Don't come here, I'll get angry if you go any further..."
"I'm not coming over. I just want to see if Sister Lin is really angry."
Um?
….
Daiyu raised her head and saw a head protruding from the right side of the screen. Jia Cong made a face, making her laugh out loud.
"It's all mischief!"
"I only do this when I am making Sister Lin happy. In the eyes of others, I am just a little devil."
Jia Cong grinned and walked up to Daiyu.
"My hand hurts, sister Lin, help me blow it!"
Seeing the little fat man's red and swollen palms and the bruises on his face, Daiyu's heart softened and she sighed: "There's really nothing I can do about you..."
She pulled Jia Cong back to the front hall, took his hand and blew it gently.
The house returned to the tranquility of time again. Jia Cong stared at Daiyu's pretty face and giggled.
Daiyu raised her head and rolled her eyes at him: "The thing about Jia Rui beating you must not be what you said, right? How could little Jia Qianhu be bullied at home?"
"There is indeed an inside story, but I can't tell it. If I tell it, I might get into trouble. At least, I can't tell it now."
Jia Cong shook his head and solemnly explained to Daiyu: "Sister Lin, don't ask any more questions. I will tell you everything when I have the opportunity in the future."
Daiyu did not ask again, but smiled sweetly and said one word: "Okay!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, finally settling the matter.
Wang Xifeng, who was about to deliver ointment outside the door, overheard the conversation between the two and felt warm in her heart. Smiling, he looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and left Daiyu's small yard quietly.
…
The old lady did not deal with Jia Rui who "beat" the little fat boy for some reason, but gave Jia Cong a chance to deal with the Lai family.
Jia She looked at his younger son, whose right face was red and swollen, and cursed: "You are so stupid, you are so hesitant in doing things. Do you really think that your ridiculous threats and childish strategies can completely cover up this matter?"
Um?
Jia Cong asked tentatively: "Dad, do you know everything?"
"What do you think? If you don't come to me when you feel wronged, why go to the Rongxi Hall? Can the old lady still provide you with justice? Ahem..."
Jia She suddenly coughed heavily, and the wound in his abdomen ached slightly from the shock of the cough.
The little fat man quickly gave him warm water and gently stroked his chest to relieve his cough.
"Dad, don't be angry. My son went to Rongxi Hall mainly because of his second sister-in-law's reputation, but also because he wanted to take the opportunity to bring down the Lai family!"
Um?
Jia She's eyes widened and he asked doubtfully: "What does this matter have to do with the Lai family? Besides, the Lai family are just my slaves. It's not a matter of just one sentence to deal with it. Why does it need to be so troublesome?"
"Dad, you are looking down on the Lai family too much."
Jia Cong smiled bitterly and said, "Do you remember Lai Da's son?"
Jia She became even more confused: "Lai Shangrong? Didn't he go to Zhuangzi outside the city to do some errands?"
"Not only is he doing errands, but he is doing the errands himself!"
Jia Cong sighed and said, "You should know that Grandma Lai is very popular with the old lady. Over the years, Lai Da has been the chief steward of our Rongguo Mansion. What kind of clothes are worse than the ones in Beijing? Even Lai Shangrong received the favor of the old lady and went to Shuntian Mansion to cancel his slave status..."
"What? The old lady canceled Lai Shangrong's slave status? Is she confused? Ahem..."
There was another series of coughs, this time causing Jia She to have unbearable abdominal pain and even sweating from the pain on his forehead.
Jia Cong regretted telling the story about the Lai family now, but Jia She murmured: "The old lady is really lost. The Lai family knows so many secrets of our family, and the old lady dared to kill the Lai family's slaves." Are you afraid that others won’t know our family’s secrets? If there’s anything else, go on.”
"Lai Da is in charge of the Rongguo Mansion, and Lai Er is in charge of the Ningguo Mansion. Dad, can you guess how much of the Jia family's property the Lai family has smuggled out in total over the years?"
Jia Cong kept talking and told everything he knew: "The gold and silver the Lai family has hidden in their own house will never be less than one hundred thousand taels. This is something my son can be sure of. Lai Shangrong went out of the city Mingli. When Zhuangzi was on errands, he was actually going to make a future for himself."
"Maybe one day we will have a seventh-grade official among our domestic slaves!"
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