Because Yuan Chun was at home, lunch was placed in the front hall of Rongxi Hall as usual. However, what surprised the old lady was that the cook, Xiao Xichun, and the little princess, Chun'er, had not come yet when it was time for dinner.
"Yuanyang, go find these two little girls..."
The emperor made an exception and allowed the little princess to come to his home as a guest, but he must not starve her to death.
Yuanchun and Yingchun were playing chess for fun, while Daiyu met Tanchun and Xiangyun, discussing something in a low voice, and the word "gift" was faintly heard.
The old lady likes this kind of atmosphere very much. She likes the little girls to play around her knees. She is also happy to chatter and make people have headaches sometimes.
"Yu'er, what gift?"
Daiyu secretly glanced at Yuanchun who was concentrating on playing chess by the window, trotted up to the old lady, and whispered in her ear: "My third sister, my third sister, and my sister Yun are thinking about giving eldest sister and sister Feng a child." I’m preparing gifts.”
When the old lady heard this, a smile appeared on her face, and she held Daiyu in her arms. The grandfather and grandson whispered and bit their ears.
After a while, Daiyu's eyes lit up, and she ran to her two younger sisters and continued to bump into each other and murmur...
About two-quarters of an hour later, Mrs. Xing, Baoyu, Jia Huan, Li Wan, mother and son all came over and waited for a while before Yuanyang came to Rongxi Hall with the three tabby cats.
Pfft...
Everyone couldn't help laughing when they looked at the colorful faces of Jia Cong and the others. Even the old lady was amused by the appearance of the three of them.
The three of them were holding a few skewers of roasted sparrows in their hands, and handed them to the old lady as if they were offering a treasure: "Old ancestors, please try it. Third brother's roast is delicious."
Praising the winter, it took more than an hour for Jia Cong to catch a lot of sparrows while traveling around. Everyone in Rongxi Hall still had some left.
Although roasted sparrows are not a big deal, Jia Cong's barbecue skills are so good that even Yuanchun, who was pregnant, felt her appetite increased after taking a bite.
There is no protection method at this time, sparrows are still one of the four pests. Except for catching a few sparrows at the beginning and the two little girls saying a few childish words about how they could eat sparrows when they are so cute, they did not last more than ten breaths under the attack of the meaty aroma.
Click, click, click...
Even though Jia Cong and the others had already eaten a lot of barbecue, after sitting down at the dinner table, they were still full of gluttons.
Lunch time is cheerful, and the joy and comfort of the back house are actually due to the men of the Jia family working hard outside.
Master Pardon was sentenced to guard the palace gate for half a month. Jia Cong took a car with a food box and headed to the imperial city. Before he got off the car, he heard a noise outside.
Lifting the curtain, he saw a large circle of civil and military officials gathered in front of the palace gate. Jia Cong was a little curious. Could it be that these officials didn't bring their official credentials and were stopped by his father?
He jumped off the carriage, took three steps at a time and then trotted over...
hiss! At this time, Master Sheng held the long sword in his arms and said plausibly, "Everyone has seen it. It's not that I'm unreasonable. Grandpa Taizu made a rule when he was on duty. No one is allowed to enter or leave the imperial city unless necessary during duty. . Our Prince Qi is good, he comes in and out, do you think the imperial city is owned by your family?"
The person who was stopped outside the imperial city was none other than Qi Wenhua, the king of Xining County.
Qi Wenhua's eyes could almost spit fire, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I have already said that I just went out for lunch!"
"Taizu has long established a rule that all officials in the imperial city's temples will be provided with meals by the palace. Does King Qi dislike the food in the palace because it is not delicious, or does he despise the royal gift?"
When it comes to wearing hats, Liu Ke is definitely the top old prince who wears hats. He choked Qi Wenhua speechless with just one sentence.
The civil and military officials who were standing next to Qi Wenhua took a step back and looked at his nose and mouth.
Master Pardon and Old Thirteen definitely had an agreement. They found out the rules from a hundred years ago, and they tightly held the entrance of the imperial city and made trouble with all their strength.
Not to mention anything else, many of the various rules established by Grandfather Taizu have been thrown into the trash.
And regarding the interpretation of this rule, just the words "non-essential", don't they have the final say in the initiative?
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Now, Jia Cong asked people to bring the food boxes, set up small tables and benches, and put the copper pot on a low fire. After a while, it was steaming, and the aroma directly made the Forbidden Army soldiers at the top of the city salivate.
Moreover, Jia Cong specially heated up a pot of good wine, and when everything was ready, he greeted the two of them: "Dad, Thirteenth Master, the meal is ready, hurry up and eat it while it's hot!"
"Oh, my good son, you still feel sorry for me!"
The disdain for Qi Wenhua on Master Pardon's face was immediately replaced by happiness. After responding to Jia Cong, he provocatively said: "Prince Qi, you can go in after paying the fine. If you don't pay, just stay with me." Please guard the door."
"Uh, Dad, Grandpa, do you still want to fine me some money?"
Jia Cong asked in a low voice. In his impression, Grandpa Taizu was a very disciplined person. He would either be spanked or whipped. A painless punishment like a fine of silver was probably impossible.
Sure enough, Master Shengda laughed and said: "Who is the Prince of Qi? Your father and I don't have the guts to punish the Prince. I can only fine you a small amount of silver to make it a trivial matter. One thousand taels of silver is nothing for the Prince of Xining." Drizzle. Of course, if Prince Qi doesn’t want to pay the money, then he can just guard the palace gate. It’s only half a month, it will be quick.”
Jia Cong's hand when pouring wine couldn't help but tremble. He looked at his father and Liu Ke who were sneering, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The two simply ignored Qi Wenhua and the civil and military ministers who had violated this rule, and began to discuss the gains in just two hours.
There are no fewer than twenty officials who have paid fines, ranging from dozens of taels to hundreds. They already have more than a thousand taels of silver in their hands.
Good guys, do you two regard gatekeeping as a business to make money?
Qi Wenhua wanted to rush up and strangle Jia She and the two to death, but unfortunately he had important matters to do when he entered the imperial city today. Damn Shui Rong, the soldiers under Xining Prince's Mansion were heading south, and he had to go to the Ministry of War and the Governor's Mansion to deal with this troublesome matter.
But I feel ashamed to pay the fine... This damn Jia She must be deliberately making things difficult for me!
One thousand taels, why don’t you grab it?
He stared intently at Jia She and Liu Ke who were sitting on the small bench, eating and drinking. His dark eyes could kill people.
"Jia She, if I don't eat the food provided by the palace, I will not be favored by the emperor. Then what are you doing at this time?"
The Pardon Master sneered, picked up a piece of mutton in the pot with chopsticks, and looked at Qi Wenhua as if he were a fool: "Is this rice? This is the filial piety of my good son. The country rules the world with filial piety, how can I? Are you going to violate the rules of the country?"
Am I him...?
Qi Wenhua felt his temples twitching. He resisted the urge to kill the old guy with a knife and asked his servants to go back and get the money.
Jia Cong asked Jia Shiyi to wait in front of the palace gate. He said goodbye to Master Pardon, who was still showing off his baby, and ran into the palace gate as if he was running away.
I ran all the way to Tai Hospital, where I got advice from an old doctor who was proficient in obstetrics and gynecology, and got the addresses of two famous doctors in Beijing and China.
After thinking about it for a while, he gritted his teeth and turned to the Dragon Head Palace.
The sage old man turned into an old child, and after having a temper tantrum with the emperor for several days, he finally got his son's permission and could leave the palace to play.
After seeing half of his head exposed on the porch of Huangji Hall, he snorted coldly: "You still come to see me? I thought you, little bastard, had forgotten about me!"
Hey, this old arrogant...
The old man feels that Longshou Palace has been deserted these days, his children and grandchildren dare not come, and all the big cats have run away with their tails between their legs.
Jia Cong became bolder and whispered in the old man's ear: "I'm here to take you out to play. My garden has been built and you haven't even gone around..."
Dai Quan's ears moved and his hair stood up.
Good guy, this guy is getting more and more courageous. He kidnapped the big cat and the little princess without telling him. Now even the old man wants to abduct the old man out of the palace?
He quickly admonished: "A saint cannot..."
"There's nothing wrong with it. I went to Daishan's house a lot back then."
The old man had obviously moved. He had been nestled in this palm-sized place for too long. After his last stroke, he had not left the palace for several months.
Jia Cong grinned at Dai Quan and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Dai, I will
Now not even a strange fly can fly into my home, it is very safe. I plan to have a barbecue feast tonight, and the saint must try it. "
"I just know how to scratch my mouth..."
The more he talked, the more interesting it became. The old man's thoughts turned into actions. When the emperor came after hearing the news, only the maids and chamberlains with bitter faces were left in the Longshou Palace.
"Your Majesty, the saint left a letter."
Xia Shouzhong just glanced at the lonely paper on the table and couldn't laugh or cry. The emperor took it and looked at it and almost couldn't help but curse.
"Fourth, your father and I will go out for a walk and be back before the hunt in a few days!"
Jia Cong had no psychological burden at all when he abducted the saint from the palace.
As for the saint directly doing the big ticket, it has nothing to do with him at all, right?
The carriage creaked forward, and Jia Shiyi, who was responsible for escorting the driver, had already noticed several figures following him secretly.
Habayashiro's secret guards dutifully protected the old man when he left the palace. As long as the news was not disclosed in advance, there was no need to worry about the safety of the holy master. Unless a comet hit the earth, there would be so many assassinations.
The gatekeeper of Rongguo Mansion is still Bagua Wang Er Gouzi. He has been guarding the gate with his father Lao Gouzi since he was a child. When he saw his third master helping an old man get out of the carriage, he fell to his knees with a plop.
"Holy, holy, holy..."
"Don't be a saint. The old man came to our house for a few days to relax. Keep your mouth shut and don't tell anyone else. Otherwise, your marriage to a wife will be over."
After Jia Cong raised his forehead and finished speaking, Er Gouzi suddenly felt as if he had received a major task. After kowtowing to the old man, he got up from the ground, straightened his chest, and stared at the surroundings like an eagle's eye.
The old man was wearing ordinary but extraordinary military uniforms and stepped into the gate of Rongguo Mansion with the support of Jia Cong and Dai Quan. .z.
He looked at the scenery around him and sighed with emotion: "I haven't been here for several years. It has changed a lot, but it still feels familiar. Especially the person guarding the door just now, he looks very familiar."
"Er Gouzi, you should know his father, old Gouzi. I once heard him bragging that during the expedition to Mobei, he dug a half-moon wolf den rabbit hole for you..."
The old man stopped suddenly and asked angrily: "Lao Gou's son? Didn't I ask your grandfather to remove Lao Gou from slavery? Why is his son still working as a gatekeeper?"
The old dog's words are really not bragging. Back then, he accompanied Jia Daishan on his expedition to Mobei. That year, there was a sudden snowstorm and there was not enough food and grass. Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the holy commanders were not allowed to eat meat.
The old dog was born as a hunter. He dug wolf dens and rabbit holes for half a month and delivered broth to the saint every day.
For this reason, he lost an eye and an ear, and the saint gave him an official position and refused to accept it.
Later, the saint told Jia Daishan to get rid of the old dog's slave status and gave him a lot of money to make him a rich man...
"Er Gouzi is my retainer. Old Gou enjoys the treatment of enshrinement and lives a carefree life."
Jia Cong's answer made the saint's anger disappear. How can ordinary citizens have the fragrance of retainers in Rongguo Mansion?
The old dog became a retainer, was supported by the Jia family during his life, and entered the Jia family's ancestral hall after his death. The Jia family did not fall, and the incense continued.
Ergouzi was apparently the gatekeeper of the Rongguo Mansion, but the Rongguo Mansion had to worry about getting a wife. This kind of treatment was something that even a rich country man wouldn't dare to think of.
Speaking of the old dog, the old man couldn't help but lament the past. While revisiting his old place, he told Jia Cong the story of the three expeditions to Mobei with his old brothers.
The desert is full of beacon smoke, and the horse's hooves are hurting, but the general has no regrets about spilling his blood.
Jia Cong listened to the old man's seemingly plain story and couldn't help but be fascinated: "It's a pity that I can't go with you to the Tatar Khan tent, otherwise I will let the Tatar Khan dance more dances for you!"
The old man was amused and laughed: "Let's see what the meaning of that vulgar fat man's dancing is. I would rather build more Beijing temples on the grassland!"
The murderous words uttered from the mouth of the gray-haired old saint made Jia Cong once again stand in awe of the old man's might.
This Emperor Wu had many shortcomings, but he devoted most of his life to the great cause of the northern expedition to the grassland, which made the grassland people dare not dare for decades.
Go south.
Even though I have suffered a stroke and suffered bad deeds, the heroic spirit in my heart has not been reduced by half, so mighty!
Jia Shiyi had already gone to Rongxi Hall to report the news. The old lady was frightened and gathered all the young and old in the house together to greet him in the front yard.
However, the old man was quite familiar with Rongguo Mansion. As he spoke, he had already arrived outside the gate of Rongxi Hall and happened to meet Jia Mu and others.
"My wife, her children and grandchildren, pay homage to the saint. Long live, long live, long live!"
Jia's mother was in front, followed by Mrs. Xing, Sichun, Daiyu, Xiangyun and the little princess to perform the Wanfu ceremony.
When the old man came out of the palace, he felt much refreshed. When he saw an old acquaintance, he waved his hands cheerfully and said with a smile: "Brothers and sisters, get up quickly, don't be too polite."
The sound of siblings brought Jia Mu's memory back to a few years ago, when Jia Daishan was still there, and the saint often ate and drank in Rongguo Mansion.
Whenever he was troubled by the women in the harem and had a headache, he would come to Rongguo Mansion to relax.
"It's all Brother Cong's fault. I didn't know to tell my wife in advance. I'm neglecting the saint."
The sound of siblings made Jia's mother radiant. With the help of Mrs. Xing, she stood up, welcomed the old man into the Rongxi Hall, walked straight to the front hall and sat down.
After the old man sat at the top of the table, he looked at the furnishings in the hall and said with a smile: "My younger brothers and sisters still like shiny things. In those days, Dai Shan always bet with me for these things. Hey, this screen is embroidered with gold threads." , he won me back by getting me drunk..."
There are so many royal gifts in Rongxi Hall, many of which the old man lost to Jia Daishan in a bet.
The old man had a good memory and pointed out the origins of several objects in succession, which amazed the little girls in the room.
"Sit, sit..."
The saint looked at the room full of little girls and sighed to Jia Mu: "You are still living a comfortable life with your children and grandchildren around your knees, unlike me, who is alone in the cold Huangji Palace."
This resentful expression would have been believed if Jia Cong hadn't seen the old man's coolness with his own eyes.
He curled his lips and continued: "Old man, His Majesty and Fourth Brother couldn't help crying when they heard these words..."
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