Uncle Rong kept this matter in his heart and guessed King Zhongshun's intention. The good and the bad are all listed one by one, but upon closer inspection they all don’t quite match up.
There was no one around to discuss matters, and the only reliable person in the two governments was Jia Zheng.
Brother Rong approached him, but Jia Zheng didn't offer any useful opinions or suggestions. He just said: "You can handle it yourself. If there is any trouble, I will go to the East Palace again."
Well, Uncle Rong has nothing to say.
Go to Jia She? Forget it, this guy is worse than Jia Zheng.
It's not like Uncle Rong hasn't thought about other people, such as Jia Mu, Wang Xifeng and so on. But they are all in charge of the inner house and don't care about the affairs of the outer house at all. Is it possible that Sister Feng was asked to send a letter to the Wang family because of this matter?
But will the Wang family really treat the Jia family wholeheartedly? Even so, what if the Wang family is the culprit that caused the two houses to be ransacked?
Is it possible to follow the Wang family all the way to the dark side?
Brother Rong returned to Ningguo Mansion with conflicting feelings, so he could only go to the clean room next to the ancestral hall.
"Rong'er is a little confused and wants to ask Master for advice."
Jia Jing sat meditating like an immortal, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and then opened his eyes after listening to Brother Rong's voice. Ask: "What's the matter?"
Jia Rong told Jia Jing what happened in the past few days one by one, and asked: "This King Zhongshun specifically asked Lai Sheng to send a message back. Is there any deep meaning in it? Could it be that King Zhongshun is showing hostility to Ningguo Mansion? Or maybe Is it a sign of goodwill?"
In fact, Brother Rong felt that it should be impossible to show kindness. Why should a dignified prince show his favor to the declining Ningguo Mansion? Can't do it. But there is no need to show off to the enemy. It was the palace that was at fault in the first place. If this were to happen, it would make Prince Zhongshun angry, wouldn't Prince Zhongshun care about his status as a prince?
Jia Jing shook his head slightly, "Rong'er will just handle such common matters."
What the hell...
Jia Rong's mood at this moment could not be described in words. She only shouted one word in her heart: Grass!
He left the clean room extremely depressed. He looked at a sly-looking boy at the door and hurriedly saluted, and he was not in the mood to pay attention to him.
In the next two days, Brother Rong did not receive any news from King Zhongshun, nor did the palace send anyone.
But something happened in Ningguo Mansion that made Uncle Rong feel bad. The boy he met in the clean room the day before yesterday died. This morning the maids found the body in a small river in the garden near the clean room.
"But a servant is gone, why should you be upset about it? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's your wife's birthday. Manager Lai has already sent someone to bury that thing, so there is no need to worry about it anymore." Mrs. Youshi persuaded.
Brother Rong couldn't help but be in a bad mood. He asked about the situation early this morning. It turned out that the boys who were taking care of the master in the clean room stole wine together at night and drank too much. As a result, the guy slipped and fell into the river and drowned.
Although Jia Rong had asked Lai Sheng to send all the other boys who stole the wine last night to the farm to farm, he was still upset.
The servants in the mansion are really shameful.
Uncle Rong came to Lai Sheng and asked: "Is this the kind of housekeeper Lai is?"
Lai Sheng was sweating profusely, hunched his waist, and said with a sad face: "This old servant must be blamed for this. I will strictly discipline my servants in the future and never let things like this happen again in the house."
Uncle Rong gritted his teeth and said coldly: "For the sake of your grandma, I will spare you this time. Next time, even if your grandma begs to go to the ancestors of Xifu, I will not I want to send you to a cement kiln and become an old craftsman grinding ash."
Lai Sheng felt great pain in his heart, but he could only nod in agreement.
Uncle Rong then ordered Manager Lai to prepare fine food, strange fruits, arrange the rehearsals of the invited theater troupe and other matters. Jia Rong then returned to the courtyard and sent Que'er Ruizhu to Xifu to invite the wives, grandmothers and girls from all over.
The Mid-Autumn Festival banquets of the two mansions and Keqing's birthday were all held together in Huifang Garden of Ningguo mansion.
There was nothing special about the banquet. We didn't even send cards to other families, it was just a banquet held by the two families themselves. The ladies, grandmothers and girls just played with chrysanthemums in the yard, drank tea, watched the theater and drank.
The gentlemen from the West Mansion had to wait until later in the afternoon to hold the lights, and the men and women only had dinner separately. The gentlemen went to the Xuanli to have fun, and Brother Rong was about to follow.
But he was stopped by Baoyu who was sitting with the girls in the inner room. It turned out that the ladies and girls in the inner room had become interested and imitated the elegant scholars in playing poems and writing poems. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so everyone suggested writing some poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Today, there are the mother and daughter of the Xue family and the aunt of the Shi family in the inner room. It is not convenient for Brother Rong to go in. He said through the curtain: "Everyone is having fun, Rong'er has gone to take care of the gentlemen."
Brother Rong also knows what level of education he has. When it comes to poetry, he is probably not as good as the other little aunts in the inner room. How dare he show his shame. Just as he was about to slip away quietly, Baoyu ran out and grabbed him.
"Brother Rong, just compose one. Everyone doesn't know about Brother Rong's poetry skills yet, and they are looking forward to seeing it."
Jia Rong felt that the little fat man must be taking revenge on him. Yesterday, when he went to the free school to find Duan Lang, the little fat man kept chattering next to him. When he heard that Duan Lang was being asked to keep Qin Zhong to catch up on his homework for another two hours after school, the little fat man became even more embarrassed.
Uncle Rong was so thick-skinned that he picked up the wine glass he just had from the table and poured it into it. "Second Uncle Bao spared my nephew this time. Although my nephew has the name of Supervisor, he has not read a few books, which is not as good as Uncle Bao's talent of being the top scholar."
Brother Rong glared at Baoyu and drank the wine.
If you don’t know how to compose poetry, you should just punish yourself.
Baoyu was naturally delighted to see him.
"You know he can't write poetry, and you still make fun of him." But after listening to Lin Daiyu's words behind the curtain, Baoyu suddenly became depressed again, and hummed in a low voice: "He doesn't study himself, but he forces us to study. He He only knows how to enjoy himself, but he doesn’t let us enjoy ourselves.”
The little fat man raised his head, put on the posture of an elder, and educated Brother Rong: "Brother Rong is now the master of the family, and he will have to have these contacts with various families in the future. Poems, lyrics, and songs cannot be left behind, and don't let outsiders Several people laughed at us.”
Uncle Rong cursed in his heart, this guy is not done yet, but he doesn't want to leave. I could only agree to compose a song to open the eyes of the ladies, grandmothers and girls in the inner room before leaving.
Baoyu said again: "Brother Rong, you can't copy other people's work, you have to make it yourself."
Damn it, I won’t copy it, I’ll be damned if I can compose Mid-Autumn poems myself. I thought about the few poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival that I could remember in my mind. Su Dongpo's was definitely not good, and neither was Xin Qiji's.
It’s all because I didn’t read much in the past, but now when I need to use it, I can’t even remember a Mid-Autumn Festival poem written after the Ming Dynasty. Through the curtain, he met the worried eyes of several people close to him in the inner room. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he still felt a little warm.
Suddenly Jia Rong saw Sister Feng's eyes waiting for a good show, and remembered a poem, which happened to be about the Mid-Autumn Festival.
While everyone was waiting to watch the show, Brother Rong started to read.
"Every year in the blue sea, I wonder who the ice wheel is for? When I blow a piece of autumn fragrance, the light is as clear as snow. I look at the sunny days and good nights in sorrow, and I know that they are all sad. Only the shadow is now, it is worthy of facing, the bright moon of the old time .
Playing hide-and-seek in the flower path, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing Wuye..."
Wang Xifeng didn't understand the previous content, but she understood this straightforward sentence. His face changed quietly, and many past events came to mind.
