It's the day.
One person rushed to Jia's cement kiln outside Jinling City. Jia Qiang, who was wondering how to deal with Xue Pan, heard the news and hurriedly left the room, leaving Zong Cheng to deal with Xue Pan.
"Where is Brother Rong's letter?" Jia Qiang's joy was clearly visible on her face. It's been a while since I heard from Brother Rong. I don't know if he is doing well in Shenjing or if he misses his brother.
Brother Qiang turned around and saw no one. The messenger behind him hurriedly chased after him, and breathlessly told him that the original messenger had already gone to the meeting hall over there and was waiting.
Jia Rong didn't wait for the messenger to explain clearly. After getting the news, he hurried to the meeting hall.
"Why is it you?" Brother Qiang asked in surprise when he arrived in the hall.
He was very familiar with the person in front of him. It was Shi De, the son of Manager Shi of Ningguo Mansion, who was always following Brother Rong.
Shi De respectfully called him 'Second Master', carefully closed the doors and windows, and said: "The uncle was worried that the letter would be leaked on the road, so he asked me to bring the letter to Jinling."
"The pox epidemic in Beijing and Ping'an Prefecture has not been eliminated, how did you come here?" Second Master Qiang asked in surprise, sighing with emotion and eager to read the letter. "You must have had a hard journey along the way. Take out Brother Rong's letter quickly and I'll ask Zong Cheng and the others to take care of it for you."
Shi De said in a low voice: "The uncle said that this matter was important. He could only trust the second master, so he asked me to bring him. He also ordered me not to take the waterway and bypass Ping'an Prefecture to Jinling. He also said that the letter was only for Show it to the second master. The second master has read the letter privately and must destroy it immediately."
"What on earth is going on?"
"How could a young man know that?" Shi De responded calmly, carefully taking out a bamboo tube from his arms and handing it over.
Brother Qiang took over and took a look and found that the bamboo tube was wrapped in wax. Carefully scrape off the wax, open the bamboo tube and take out the envelope inside. After unfolding it, I saw that the letter was sealed with fire paint, and Brother Rong's private seal was pressed on it.
The anxious Jia Qiang was about to open it in front of her, but suddenly she saw Shi De in front of her and took out a few broken pieces of silver from her arms. "You've been working hard all the way, so don't let this little money for shoes be too little. I'm going to find a few friends to show you the prosperity of Jiangnan today, and I'll take a rest first."
Governor Shi De also happily took the money and left the meeting hall, not forgetting to close the door gently.
In this way, Brother Qiang opened the envelope and took out the letter inside. There weren't many words on the paper, but it made him frown.
The letter did not say anything important. Instead, it talked about the two brothers' personal matters. It's just that Brother Qiang doesn't understand why the letter must be sent with caution even though it's such a personal matter.
I looked at it over and over again, and the joy on my face gradually disappeared.
The only happy thing in the letter was that Brother Rong asked him to go back to Shenjing. Although Brother Rong said that his family had arranged a marriage for him, he didn't care about the marriage, but just wanted to go back to Beijing.
Look at the place where I have lived for many years, and look at the people who are in my heart.
"The land of Jinghu Lake is hot and humid in summer and cold in winter. Although it is not a good place, Brother Rong can even go to Mobei, so why can't I go to Jinghu Lake. Even though there are few people there, there are lush mountains and luxuriant mountains, surrounded by mosquitoes and animals. The miasma in the forest is very dangerous. But I must not let Brother Rong down."
Brother Qiang thought over and over again and sighed resentfully.
"Actually, I would rather go to Mobei with you. I would rather do it in every possible way."
The red fire is burning, getting stronger and stronger.
The letter paper full of words was destroyed in the flames and turned into ashes. With just one swipe, not even the dust is gone.
But it was said that the princess of Beijing County stayed in Ningguo Mansion for two nights before returning to the palace.
The girl Wang Xifeng looked at Uncle Rong with a different look. She always pulled Keqing's wife to whisper some private words that no one should hear.
Didn't they just stay in Cong Lutang for one night? The two of them didn't do anything, they were both very well behaved. The Princess of Beijing County looked down upon ordinary people, so she slept in her own room.
It's useless for Uncle Rong to think silently in private.
Taking advantage of the good friendship between Wang Xifeng and Qin Keqing, she always looked at these two grandmothers with a pair of sly eyes, not knowing what she was planning.
On this day, Uncle Rong returned home in the afternoon and saw something strange in the house.
"The family members of the Zhen Mansion in Jiangnan arrived in Beijing yesterday and went to the palace today to pay their respects. They sent people to the west to give gifts and greetings early in the morning. But the ladies and grandmothers were summoned by our ancestors to accompany the guests of the Zhen family."
Zhen family?
"The princess's mother's family in Beijing County?"
"Yes, someone from the Zhen family came this morning." Xiang Ling softened in Uncle Rong's arms and replied to him with a blushing face. The uncle's hand always has a special kind of magic power, and he loses any strength as soon as he touches it.
"They haven't been to the capital for several years. Why did they come to the capital for no reason this time?" Uncle Rong murmured to himself. But I haven't stopped. I really miss Xiang Ling'er these days.
Xiao Xiangling tried her best to raise her head, put her knees together, and her bent body was supported by her uncle's hands. He whispered back: "Listen... I came to Beijing on orders. Master... Ling'er wants to... relieve himself."
Seeing her suppressed expression and pleading eyes, Brother Rong couldn't help but laugh and said: "Go quickly, I'll ask the maids to bring hot water beforehand. It's windy outside today, so I need to take a bath to warm up." "
"Uncle, aren't you going to Xiaoxiang Pavilion?" Xiangling was not in a hurry to leave. She is worth living these days. Except for the two days at Conglvtang, the uncle spent the rest of his days going to Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
"I'll stay here with my Ling'er today."
Xiangling nodded and ran away as fast as possible. When I came back, there were already several women and maids carrying hot water behind me. Everything is so natural and skillful, no matter the maid, the mother-in-law, or Uncle Rong and Xiang Ling.
It seems like these things have become habits, habits that come naturally. There is no need for anyone to say anything, let alone anyone to ask what.
Uncle Rong took off his clothes piece by piece, and Xiao Xiangling's skirt was also untied.
After all, it was Xiangling who served him more carefully.
Uncle Rong has always been a person who reciprocates politely and always returns when he goes. Since Xiang Ling had helped with the rubbing, he would not miss the process of cleaning Xiang Ling'er's inside and outside.
Xiao Xiangling behaves gently and quietly, has a pure and gentle character, and has a charming and innocent look on her face. Seeing the uncle, he waved and slowly moved from the hot water.
What a pure lotus flower.
The petals that are not too full hang down on the water surface, gently making splashes. Looking at her shy smile, and then looking at the rouge mole between her eyebrows, she looks like the grandson Weaver Girl whose clothes were taken away by the Cowherd, or like the female Bodhisattva who has just begun to fall in love in Buddhism.
She doesn't know what is a warning or what is a prohibition.
As long as the uncle likes it.
Just when she got into the uncle's arms, she heard someone looking for her outside.
"It's Miss Hong here." Xiang Ling whispered, covering her mouth.
"Come here when you come. Why are you so loud? Sister Feng must have summoned Xiaohong to find out if I'm coming or not." Uncle Rong curled his lips and said. "There is a maid outside to pick her up, so we don't need to pay attention to her."
