Whether they were tears of pain or tears of happiness, even Xiangling herself couldn't tell. When she came back to her senses, she suddenly remembered what Grandma Rong and Heping'er had said.
"Juanzi."
"Huh?" Uncle Rong looked at Xiang Ling, whose face was full of tears, in confusion.
"Uncle, silk, Ling'er's white silk."
Jia Rong still didn't understand. What kind of veil, what kind of white silk. At this critical moment, no one cares about what to do with the handkerchief. Forget white handkerchiefs, there is no need to worry about colorful black handkerchiefs.
Business matters.
Xiangling felt as anxious as if her uncle didn't listen. The palm of one hand was holding Uncle Rong, and the other hand was grabbing the air outside. She was already panicking. The silk must be shown to grandma. Without that thing, how can we return to grandma's instructions? The little mouth said urgently: "Master, let Ling'er get the silk cushion first."
Uncle Rong just woke up and realized what he was talking about was the set of preparations. Looking at Xiangling's panic at this moment, she couldn't help but laugh: "Do I still need to prove this to others? Am I still unclear?"
He looked down and smiled again: "Don't panic, uncle, just wipe Ling'er with a sweat towel."
"Yes!" Xiangling nodded obediently like an obedient kitten and let out a squeak, holding her fists half-clenched with nowhere to rest. A pair of smart eyes were filled with mist, and he bit his lower lip to hold back the new tears.
What a sweet and obedient girl. When Uncle Rong saw him, he couldn't help but laugh softly.
The sounds in the room came outside.
The moon in the late first lunar month couldn't help but blush after hearing this sound. After hiding behind the clouds for a while, I felt curious and couldn't help but poke out a corner of the curve and look down from the sky for a bird's eye view.
The crescent moon caged the gauze, like a tingling girl, secretly sighing for such a passionate couple. He also accidentally looked at the lights in Lin Daiyu's room in the inner courtyard of the Lin family in Shenjing City.
The bright moon in the sky curiously stretched out its body, and looked through the gap in the window sill, directly seeing the young lady of the Lin family caring for herself.
He sighed secretly and listened to the singing voice coming from nowhere.
"Such love is rare in ancient times, and I lament that all good things come to an end. My eyes are wet with tears in the west wind, and I fly to the balcony alone to make rain. The moon has its wax and wane, people have joys and sorrows, and they say goodbye. Hold the stove and whisper to ghosts and gods, and the empty handle Good times for you."
After a night, Xiang Ling sat on her head.
Uncle Rong went to Prince Zhongshun's Mansion to visit the Thirteenth Master.
"It was time to bring my daughter-in-law here to pay my respects to the empress, but the nuns didn't allow my daughter-in-law to leave the yard, so I came here alone." Brother Rong replied to Princess Zhongshun's words.
Princess Zhongshun raised her hand and gently rubbed her temples with her index finger, her face looking rather tired. She glanced sideways at Brother Rong and said, "Ke'er has just given birth. If you want to bring her here, I will punish you."
Jia Rong smiled and said: "Don't you want to bring your daughter-in-law to express your gratitude for your great kindness?"
The princess snorted softly, "Master Rong, who doesn't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything, still remembers the kindness of our palace? Could it be that the sun is rising in the west today."
"Of course I remember. I will always keep my great kindness in mind." Brother Rong quickly replied, "I brought a lot of things to my queen today, all of which are good goods from Beiliao."
Princess Zhongshun took a casual look and saw that they were all precious medicinal materials. There have been a lot of things going on in Prince Zhongshun's palace recently. Not only is the Thirteenth Master in poor health, the eldest brother of the Prince's Palace is also seriously ill. Hearing that Zhun Geer was ambitious, the Thirteenth Master also went to the palace to discuss matters despite his illness. The empress sighed: "You are interested."
Jia Rong said: "The Thirteenth Master and the Empress take great care of the Ning Mansion, and they are just as careful as they should be."
Hearing that Jia Rong mentioned the Thirteenth Master, the princess' eyes dropped slightly, her head tilted slightly, and her index finger bent to support her temples. He said softly: "Today is no coincidence. The Thirteenth Master was summoned by the palace early in the morning, and he may not be able to come back today. If you are bothering him about the affairs of the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion, then there is no need. Since the Thirteenth Master believes in you, Let you take on the role of the water conservancy and field envoy, and you can make your own decisions about the water conservancy and field affairs from now on."
Jia Rong came here with the purpose of asking about the water conservancy camp. He took a quick glance and saw that the princess's face was tired but still elegant, dignified and elegant, and he couldn't help but feel a little trembling in his heart. Brother Rong hurriedly avoided his gaze and said with a smile, "You can't escape the fiery eyes of the empress with this little trick of yours."
The princess raised the corners of her lips and said with a slight smile: "To me, you look like a monkey."
It turns out that the princess also reads miscellaneous books. Brother Rong laughed and said: "The boy is the monkey, and the empress is the Tathagata Buddha. There is no way the boy can climb over the five-finger mountain of the empress."
Princess Zhongshun was stunned for a moment after hearing these novel words, and said with a smile: "Don't talk about such gossip. If you have nothing else to do, go back early and prepare to take up the post at the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion tomorrow."
When Jia Rong saw Princess Zhongshun driving people away, she hurriedly said, "I really have something to ask for, please, my empress."
"What's the matter?"
Brother Rong touched his nose secretly and said shamelessly: "I have an aunt who is pregnant with a child. It's already seven months, so I want the nuns from the palace to stay in Ningguo Mansion for two or three more months."
Jia Rong saw that the princess's face suddenly darkened, and she hurriedly continued: "It won't take long. After my aunt gives birth, I will respectfully send my aunts back to the palace."
The princess's head had been straightened, her eyes were fixed on Jia Rong, and she snorted angrily.
"You really know how to make up your mind."
"The boy's aunt has always been very good to the boy, and she is very close to my wife. The boy and his wife are the only close people who get along with each other in the two houses. After all, the aunts in the palace are more experienced, so the boy wants to invite The nuns usually stay in Ningguo Mansion for two or three months."
"Huh." The princess said meaningfully, "Is she really just your aunt?"
"She is also the boy's aunt."
The princess raised a corner of her lips slightly and said, "Not everyone can bear the service of the royal aunt."
"..." Jia Rong wanted to beg again.
The princess said with a look of resentment: "You are smart in everything, but you are so stupid when it comes to women. Married women are also within your reach, and they are uncles and aunts of your own clan. "
Jia Rong raised his head in surprise, not expecting that the princess already knew about his relationship with Wang Xifeng.
"You don't have to look at me like that. Jiayi and the others stay by Ke'er's side every day, and there's no clue." The princess sneered, "Not to mention the female officials and nuns in the palace in the past, you maids in Ningguo Mansion can all Keep your mouth shut? The matter will be exposed one day. You Jia family members know that for the sake of the overall situation, you will cover it up. But if someone from the outside talks about the emperor in the court, you, the lord, will be in trouble. "
Jia Rong never thought so much before. He said sarcastically: "The censors can't keep an eye on such an insignificant person like the boy."
"Everyone has a tacit understanding, which is naturally the best result. But if you block other people's way, the relationship between the woman and you will be the biggest threat. How dare you do such a bad etiquette." Princess The empress scolded: "Are you obsessed with lust and blinded by a goblin?"
Jia Rong wanted to refute, but... the princess was right.
The princess was dissatisfied and said: "Jiayi and the group of nuns will stay in Ningguo Mansion for a few more months. From now on, you should be more restrained in your interactions with her. Even if the people in your two mansions know about your affairs, there is no need to worry. Yes. But when outsiders are around, put away all those unnecessary looks in your eyes."
Jia Rong understood what the princess meant. The relationship between him and Wang Xifeng has reached this point, and they even have children. There is really no need to worry too much about people in the two houses knowing about it. Anyone with any intelligence in the two houses would not tell this matter or make a big fuss.
After all, harming Jia Rong will also harm the interests of the Jia family. They can either pretend it didn't happen or help cover it up.
But that's not necessarily the case for people outside. If You and Jia's family are not of the same mind or on the same rope...
Brother Rong thought to himself, except for those who lived in Ningguo Mansion, how could anyone outside know about his relationship with Wang Xifeng. He and Wang Xifeng rarely met during the usual big banquets. Only at small banquets between the two houses, would they occasionally have some intimate behavior.
Jia Rong came out of Prince Zhongshun's Mansion and went to Meijiazhuang outside the city to see Qin Ye and his son.
Qin Ye is getting older after all, he is over sixty years old, he is old.
In such an era, it can be considered a long life.
Jia Rong asked Qin Zhong to stay in Shenjing to take care of Qin Ye, hired more servants, and contacted the imperial physician. It seemed that Qin Ye had already sensed that his end was coming, so he explained to Jia Rong and insisted on taking Qin Zhong back to the Qin family to recuperate.
Brother Rong also arranged for maids, servants, and imperial doctors to go to the Qin family to take care of him. He looked at the backs of the carriages and horses with mixed feelings in his heart.
In the spring of the sixth year of Xian De's reign, although Ningguo Mansion was expecting a baby, Jia Rong also had an uncomfortable intuition. In the first month of this year, too many people are sick.
It's really not a good sign.
After returning from outside the city, guests came to Ningguo's mansion.
"Who is this distinguished guest again?" Uncle Rong asked Butler Shi.
"It's time to come back, sir. Prince Beijing has been waiting for him in the study for more than half an hour." Butler Shi replied in a low voice, "It seems he has something important to ask."
This guy has a big deal. If he really had something important to do, he should be discussing how to deal with Zhungeer in the palace right now, and he would have no time to come to Ningguo Mansion.
Wang Shuirong of Beijing, who was in the study, was sitting on the chair first, holding a handwritten booklet in his hand. Seeing Jia Rong come in, he picked a passage and read it aloud:
"The thorough implementation of the rent reduction policy can speak to the enthusiasm of the farmers and promote next year's production movement. We must not only reduce farmers' rents, but also spare no effort to help farmers increase production, and then devote 10% of our energy to farming. Where people get tax revenue.”
Brother Rong rolled his eyes and asked curiously: "What book is your highness reading? The content is quite interesting."
"It is indeed interesting. In the past two years, we have often seen such a small booklet in the prince's palace, with many words that are incomprehensible. If you listen to this sentence, it is really ridiculous." Beijing Wang Shuirong shook his head and smiled. A sound.
He turned a page and read again: "It is not only necessary to help the masses, but also to set an example. Implement family planning, mutual labor assistance, reward labor heroes, and hold production competitions. Which company produces the best, which village and town will produce the best crops this year Those with the most grain must be given grand rewards. The deeds of these labor heroes must also be written down on paper and sent to all base areas."
"There is another place." Wang Shuirong of Beijing laughed again and continued: "In addition to all large and small units should develop collective production, at the same time, all individuals who engage in small-scale agricultural and handicraft production will be rewarded for their part-time production, and their income will belong to the individual. all."
After Wang Shuirong of Beijing finished reading, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Brother Rong. Question: "Isn't it a very interesting book?"
"Interesting, very interesting." Brother Rong had a bright smile on his face and asked, "Where did your Highness get the book?"
King Beijing stared at Jia Rong and said, "I don't know where it came from. Every once in a while, a handwritten pamphlet like this is sent to the study room of the palace. But when it was sent and who sent it, I don't know. Outsiders can know.”
Jia Rong was surprised and said: "There is such a thing. Your Highness needs to investigate carefully. Those servants who clean the palace's study are very suspicious. Now it's okay to just send these strange booklets. One day, these people will have If you have evil intentions, you will suffer."
King Beijing shook his head, but his eyes never left Jia Rong. He said: "It doesn't seem to have evil intentions, but it seems to be written by a person who has real talents and is very familiar with farmers' production matters."
"Oh? Really?" Jia Rong opened his eyes wide in surprise and walked towards King Beijing with great interest.
King Beijing looked at Jia Rong suspiciously, and when he saw him approaching, he closed the book in his hand. He smiled bitterly and said: "Perhaps some farmer master secretly sent me a field reform strategy, but it's a pity that this master is too whimsical."
Jia Rong said: "Those who are not in the court, how do they know what happened in the court? It is probably written by outsiders."
King Beijing nodded, seeming to agree with Jia Rong's statement. He said: "It's a pity. There are many contents that I haven't understood yet. At first, I thought it was written by Brother Rong, so I rushed over to ask for advice."
"How can I write such a thing?" Brother Rong laughed, "It seems that His Highness has found the wrong person."
"Maybe." King Beijing didn't find out anything, so he stopped staying and left for Xifu again.
Jia Rong sent half of it back to the study, her brows gradually frowning.
Think about it for a long time.
You go ahead and make trouble, it's none of the Jia family's business anyway.
Brother Rong curled his lips and smiled, shrugging indifferently. Something suddenly occurred to me, so I quickly found a pen and paper and wrote the word "potassium salt".
Find the Map of Ten Thousand Kingdoms and carefully confirm the location.
First, two circles were drawn in the Jungar area, and then one circle was drawn near Heishan Village and Baihar Lake. After thinking for a moment, the fifth circle was drawn on the territory of Heianzhou southeast of Shenjing.
After everything is done, carefully fold the Map of All Nations and lock it in a secret small box.
Just as he was about to put it on the table, he suddenly glanced towards the ancestral hall, stopped, and took the small box to Grandma Rong's room.
"Uncle, the Princess of Beijing County is summoned by Cong Lutang."
