If you don't live up to expectations, you really don't live up to expectations.
Uncle Rong has exercised a lot of restraint over the years, but he also has the habit of never restraining himself.
Habits die hard. At least when it comes to dealing with beauties, Uncle Rong has never learned to exercise restraint. Ning and Rong's two houses didn't give him a chance to restrain himself. However, on this day, he still left Yihongyuan without doing anything.
"Why are you summoned to the palace at this time?" Uncle Rong couldn't understand. After winter, the temperature dropped sharply, and even the days became much shorter.
At this moment, the sky is already hazy, and it will probably be dark by the time we get to the palace.
Lord Shi Zhou, the head of the Zhongshun Prince's Palace, replied: "It's all because of the agricultural documents submitted by the Lord. In the past few days, the Thirteenth Master has summoned many agricultural officials and farmers into the palace, as well as many court officials. I don't know what will happen next. Why, after the great joy of the Thirteenth Master, he suddenly fell seriously ill. When he finally woke up, the first thing he said was to send an order to summon the Lord into the house. "
Is it this serious?
Brother Rong was nervous. It shouldn't be so serious. Although he also knew that the cold winter every year was a catastrophe for patients, King Zhongshun responded like this. I met him two days ago, and he seemed to be getting better.
Brother Rong asked: "Did Master Thirteen say anything else?"
Zhou Changshi replied: "My lord, there is no need to be nervous or worried. The Thirteenth Master is going to ask for credit for your lordship."
Please take credit?
Yes, there are a few agricultural officials in the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion who are really capable, especially the agricultural envoy from the Holy Cult. Who would have thought that a gangster was half-majored in agriculture? Moreover, as far as Uncle Rong knew, the peasant envoy turned out to be a general from Jilong Mountain and was not a peasant at all.
It’s so damn weird.
However, Uncle Rong himself also worked hard. For the agricultural book, he not only wrote down most of his experiences in the countryside in his previous life, but also racked his brains to recall some agricultural production manuals and technical manuals issued by the local government that he had read randomly when he was a child.
The journey was fast and we entered the palace of Prince Zhongshun before it got dark. When he came back this time, Brother Rong's movements were different from before, his steps were lighter, his voice was more elegant, and there was no irregularity at all.
Even Prince Zhongshun, who was lying down, couldn't help but joke, saying: "Looking at your careful and well-behaved appearance, it makes people feel uncomfortable. This reminds me of your unscrupulous and unruly behavior in the past."
Brother Rong replied quibly: "Young man, you always behave yourself in front of the Thirteenth Master."
"Is there any?" King Zhongshun asked, but he didn't pay attention. He dismissed the others and said, "You did a great job this time. Whether it was the agricultural book or the harvest of the fields in the camp, most people were convinced after knowing it. You go up This king will write a letter to ask for the emperor's orders for what you ask for, and the paddy fields of Dayan will be handed over to you."
"What did Thirteenth Master say?"
"Nongguan will go to the local government to build a provincial and county field office." Thirteenth Master coughed and said: "You must think clearly, if the matter is decided. In the next few years, you will slowly leave the guard office, and you may even have to I often leave Beijing, and it is difficult to transfer to the Sixth Department within a few years."
Brother Rong was silent. This is indeed a difficult question to make. The Water Conservancy Camp was a newly established institution by Emperor Xiande, headed by Prince Zhongshun as prime minister. Yingtian Mansion was neither under local jurisdiction nor subordinate to the six ministries, so promotion was a difficult problem.
Originally posted in the Guards Department, if Yingtian Mansion was left alone, he would be able to serve as an official in the Six Ministries in the future, and even be transferred to the Forbidden Palace.
Which one is more beneficial?
Brother Rong thought for a moment and replied: "The boy just wants to serve the people more and do more practical things for Dayan. There will be more food, the country will be rich, and the people's families will be prosperous. This is what the boy wants with all his heart. He doesn't care about his official rank. Rank does not matter whether you can walk in front of the palace or be the prime minister of a certain department."
There is plenty of food, the Yan family is rich, and the people have more mouths to feed. These are naturally what Brother Rong wants to see, but he prefers selfish considerations.
With the success of Dayan's rations, as long as he doesn't start a rebellion, he can survive even a political crisis such as being on the wrong team.
Of course, this does not mean that he will take sides, but with this layer, he can avoid the trouble of being forced to take sides.
This is what Brother Rong and Uncle Rong want and want. He has spent a lot of time compiling agricultural books, optimizing planting techniques, searching for potassium salt, etc., just to create a life-saving talisman that is truly his own.
No matter how chaotic or turbulent the future may be. The food problem is an eternal problem. As long as Uncle Rong can solve part of the food problem, he will have a life-saving talisman. More useful and effective than anything else.
After hearing his reply, King Zhongshun finally smiled happily.
"The past dynasties have been based on agriculture. Brother Rong is indeed smart and has chosen a good path. When Prince Teng, the ruler of the nine provinces, entered the palace two days ago, he intended to transfer you to the capital camp. Brother Rong has chosen the water conservancy camp. Mansion, I might as well send a message to the palace to ask the emperor to make peace with the prince if he refuses."
Um? What's the meaning.
Wang Ziteng wants to transfer himself to the Beijing camp?
A good thing, a great thing.
It's more fun to go to the Beijing camp and lead troops than to play in the mud with a group of people every day. Get rid of all the bullshit ideals. What man doesn't have a dream of leading an army? How many men have fantasized about imitating the champion Hou Feng Lang Ju Xu.
Uncle Rong's heart suddenly became hot, but when he saw the smile on King Zhongshun's face, he realized that he had been teased by the Thirteenth Master.
He smiled dryly and said, "Master Thirteen, please stop teasing me."
King Zhongshun chuckled and said: "Wang Ziteng really has such an idea. Although he didn't say it explicitly, he also hinted at it. However, I really don't want to see you enter the Beijing Camp. The Beijing Camp may not be as good as the Yingtian Mansion. I also understand. Your thoughts are always thinking about recreating the glory of your ancestors. One moment, another moment. If the light shines too much, it will be the end."
Brother Rong looked at the prince's smile and always felt that this smile was particularly complicated and contained a lot of meaning.
For a moment, I only stared at Master Thirteen's smile and forgot what to say in reply.
Then I heard King Zhongshun continue to say: "People in the world always like to recall the past and always care about the glory of their ancestors. Even if they are looking for their roots, they still have to find an ancestor who has been crowned king and minister, but they have forgotten the ordinary and extraordinary ancestors over the thousands of years. Live your life well. , choose the direction that suits you best. Don’t bury more hidden dangers just because of your temporary glory.”
Is Master Thirteen really hinting at something? Brother Rong heard vaguely, half understanding. If we take this sentence of Thirteenth Master seriously, it is naturally not entirely correct. But if combined with the situation of the Jia family, it seems more like Master Thirteen is warning something.
Brother Rong thought about it for a while and still couldn't figure it out, so he replied: "Young man, I don't want any glory, I just want stability."
King Zhongshun smiled and said: "It's good to be steady, it's good to be steady. I have also trained the two young masters in the palace. When it is time to be steady, you have to be more steady."
"Master Thirteen is worried?"
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It's all like a dream.
Today's groom feels the same way.
So much so that when entertaining guests, I unconsciously drank two more drinks. Having lived under Jia Zhen's violent education since childhood, he has never felt so happy as he does today.
From now on, it’s time to live their own little life in the house with my wife.
A happy little day.
"grateful……"
"Thanks……"
"..."
As Jia Rong's father, Jia Zhen is even happier. Seeing her son like this is also satisfying. Finally feeling a little grown up, I couldn't help but have a few more drinks with the guests.
"The East Palace is very happy today, you should drink more." Jia Zhen laughed.
Everything seemed extremely normal, and it felt like both host and guest were happy.
But no one saw the meaningful smile on Jia Zhen's mouth, not even Jia Rong. Under the siege of Feng Ziying and others, Jia Rong was drinking happily. How could he notice the subtle expression on Master Zhen's face.
"Rong'er is greeting everyone so well." Jia Zhen laughed loudly. After getting drunk, she thought about how she saw Qin Keqing at Qin's house that day.
When night falls, the host and guests enjoy themselves.
Brother Rong was sent into the bridal chamber in his groom's clothes. He was already drunk and fainted. Looking at the shadows of the people in the room, his eyes became hazy, and with the help of the maid, he lifted the bride's hijab.
Jia Rong was stunned.
The family found him such a fairy-like wife. Wearing a stunning red dress and a shoulder embroidered with gold threads. Her deep and bright black hair was styled in an elegant style, and even her hairline and temples were trimmed to perfection. On the head is a large phoenix crown of emerald gold silk, like a golden phoenix holding pearls.
Qin Keqing looked a little shy when she smiled, with a faint blush on her cheeks.
Jia Rong was completely stunned.
As the direct grandson of Ning Guofu, he had seen many beautiful women, but when he saw Qin Keqing, he would still be stunned and amazed. In the elegance and elegance, there is a touch of elegance. The stream of light blooms, and the peerless youthfulness comes.
Her eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, and her eyebrows are full of poetry. Such a subtle feeling, like an electric current slowly flowing through his body.
He looked a little crazy, and she smiled softly at him.
This smile made Jia Rong even more crazy and half awake from the wine.
The maid next to her slowly exited the inner room.
A sound reached my ears.
"Husband, it's time to drink Hexin wine."
Her voice is also nice and gentle, like a Jiangnan girl. Jia Rong marveled that the Creator of this world had actually combined the majestic beauty of the northern woman with the graceful and gentleness of the southern woman to become such a stunning beauty.
Qin Keqing stretched out her weak hand, picked up the Hexin wine that Ning Guofu had prepared on the table early in the morning, and poured the wine into the jasper Hexin glass that had been prepared early.
A cup has two holes, and the two cups are connected. On the outside of the cup wall, there is an eagle carved on the top and a bear carved on the bottom.
Jia Rong and Qin Keqing looked at each other, each holding half of the cup. Let's all get together and drink together.
"Husband, that's enough, don't drink anymore." Qin Keqing said anxiously.
"It's like a dream, but it's not real. I'll drink two more sips to suppress it." Jia Rong replied.
Qin Keqing couldn't help but laugh, and Jia Rong became even more drunk. He hurriedly said thoughtfully: "My wife, please sit down and eat some pastries. The food that was delivered has already become cold, so I won't eat it."
Qin Keqing felt so warm that she married a good husband.
She sat down and was about to persuade Jia Rong not to drink anymore, but she saw him frowning and putting down the quilt in his hand. He raised his eyebrows again, looking like he was trying hard to cheer up.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Keqing asked.
Jia Rong shook his head and held his head with both hands, feeling a strong sense of sleepiness. No matter how hard he tried to cheer up or how much he rubbed his eyes, he couldn't open them again.
When Keqing next to him saw this, he thought Jia Rong had drunk too much. I couldn't help sighing from the bottom of my heart. I pushed it gently, but I also felt sleepy.
It's all like a dream.
Today's groom feels the same way.
So much so that when entertaining guests, I unconsciously drank two more drinks. Having lived under Jia Zhen's violent education since childhood, he has never felt so happy as he does today.
From now on, it’s time to live their own little life in the house with my wife.
A happy little day.
"grateful……"
"Thanks……"
"..."
As Jia Rong's father, Jia Zhen is even happier. Seeing her son like this is also satisfying. Finally feeling a little grown up, I couldn't help but have a few more drinks with the guests.
"The East Palace is very happy today, you should drink more." Jia Zhen laughed.
Everything seemed extremely normal, and it felt like both host and guest were happy.
But no one saw the meaningful smile on Jia Zhen's mouth, not even Jia Rong. Under the siege of Feng Ziying and others, Jia Rong was drinking happily. How could he notice the subtle expression on Master Zhen's face.
"Rong'er is greeting everyone so well." Jia Zhen laughed loudly. After getting drunk, she thought about how she saw Qin Keqing at Qin's house that day.
When night falls, the host and guests enjoy themselves.
Brother Rong was sent into the bridal chamber in his groom's clothes. He was already drunk and fainted. Looking at the shadows of the people in the room, his eyes became hazy, and with the help of the maid, he lifted the bride's hijab.
Jia Rong was stunned.
The family found him such a fairy-like wife. Wearing a stunning red dress and a shoulder embroidered with gold threads. Her deep and bright black hair was styled in an elegant style, and even her hairline and temples were trimmed to perfection. On the head is a large phoenix crown of emerald gold silk, like a golden phoenix holding pearls.
Qin Keqing looked a little shy when she smiled, with a faint blush on her cheeks.
Jia Rong was completely stunned.
As the direct grandson of Ning Guofu, he had seen many beautiful women, but when he saw Qin Keqing, he would still be stunned and amazed. In the elegance and elegance, there is a touch of elegance. The stream of light blooms, and the peerless youthfulness comes.
Her eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, and her eyebrows are full of poetry. Such a subtle feeling, like an electric current slowly flowing through his body.
He looked a little crazy, and she smiled softly at him.
This smile made Jia Rong even more crazy and half awake from the wine.
The maid next to her slowly exited the inner room.
A sound reached my ears.
"Husband, it's time to drink Hexin wine."
Her voice is also nice and gentle, like a Jiangnan girl. Jia Rong marveled that the Creator of this world had actually combined the majestic beauty of the northern woman with the graceful and gentleness of the southern woman to become such a stunning beauty.
Qin Keqing stretched out her weak hand, picked up the Hexin wine that Ning Guofu had prepared on the table early in the morning, and poured the wine into the jasper Hexin glass that had been prepared early.
A cup has two holes, and the two cups are connected. On the outside of the cup wall, there is an eagle carved on the top and a bear carved on the bottom.
Jia Rong and Qin Keqing looked at each other, each holding half of the cup. Let's all get together and drink together.
"Husband, that's enough, don't drink anymore." Qin Keqing said anxiously.
"It's like a dream, but it's not real. I'll drink two more sips to suppress it." Jia Rong replied.
Qin Keqing couldn't help but laugh, and Jia Rong became even more drunk. He hurriedly said thoughtfully: "My wife, please sit down and eat some pastries. The food that was delivered has already become cold, so I won't eat it."
Qin Keqing felt so warm that she married a good husband.
She sat down and was about to persuade Jia Rong not to drink anymore, but she saw him frowning and putting down the quilt in his hand. He raised his eyebrows again, looking like he was trying hard to cheer up.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Keqing asked.
Jia Rong shook his head and held his head with both hands, feeling a strong sense of sleepiness. No matter how hard he tried to cheer up or how much he rubbed his eyes, he couldn't open them again.
When Keqing next to him saw this, he thought Jia Rong had drunk too much. I couldn't help sighing from the bottom of my heart. I pushed it gently, but I also felt sleepy.
