When Rong Jiang led Rong Yuan into the house, Mrs. Qian and Mrs. Zheng Yong were there, and Rong Jing sat beside the old lady very honestly, pinching a fruit for her from time to time and handing it over, without saying a word.

The little girl put two futons up, Rong Jiang and Rong Yuan glanced at each other, bowed their heads and knelt down, and didn't dare to get up after asking for peace.

The old lady squinted at them, and patted Rong Jing's hand first: "You go to the mourning hall to follow your eldest brother to thank you." ”

Rong Jing belched, got up and said goodbye to the two old ladies again, and retreated.

Qian Hushi sighed and beckoned to Rong Yuan: "I haven't seen you for a long time, your belly is so big, and you're about to give birth, right?" ”

Rong Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, quietly poked Rong Yuan, gave her a look, and told her to get up.

Rong Yuan glanced at the old lady once, and when she saw that she didn't move, she dared to get up and lean over, and handed her hand over to take Mrs. Qian's hand: "It's been eight months." ”

Old Madam Zheng sighed and sighed: "Don't blame your grandmother for being angry, how can it be good if the body of eight months is really called a collision?" You're about to be a mother, and you're too ignorant. ”

Mrs. Qian echoed, and went to smack Rong Jiang again: "Your sister came home, if you don't stop her, you should be beaten too." ”

Rong Jiang lowered his head and said nothing.

The old lady coughed, looked at the two of them once, and was quite helpless: "Are you two singing and harmonizing afraid that I will beat them or scold them?" Saying that, Chong Rongjiang waved his hand, "Get up." ”

Rong Yuan knew that she was not doing this properly, and she didn't want to involve Rong Jiang, she wanted to go to the old lady, but the old lady Qian dragged her and didn't let go, she looked down, but saw that the old lady shook her head at her slightly, her heart sank and she stopped her steps and didn't move.

The old lady asked Rong Jiang to come closer, asked about the guests in front of her, and looked at Rong Yuan for a while: "Your baby, the Queen Mother should have asked, right?" ”

Rong Yuan's heart sank even more, and nodded: "Last month, I have allocated a few years of grandma to the palace to take care of my granddaughter, and I have to ask for food once every half month. ”

The old lady snorted and tapped her finger on the table, "Then you shouldn't come home." ”

Rong Jiang was startled, Mrs. Qian grabbed her, and said to the old lady: "Even if the Queen Mother knows, what's the matter?" His own grandfather passed away, and if he didn't enter the mourning hall, he didn't give anyone back home? ”

The old lady said in her heart that you deliberately dismantled my platform today, so she glanced at her: "The things are prepared in double copies, which is to tell us that no matter whether this child is male or female, it is very popular with the Queen Mother, and she values it very much." This is her first great-grandson, if something goes wrong at home, who will take care of it? She looked at Rong Yuan, "Do you take care of it?" He turned his head to glare at Rong Jiang again, "Or you?" ”

Rong Jiangxin said that I was going to be wronged to death, and I didn't dare to tell the difference, so I could only say softly: "So I just stopped her from telling her to enter the mourning hall, don't be angry, you are watching left and right, and you are afraid that she will not succeed in running to the mourning hall?" ”

Mrs. Zheng put down the teacup and added a sentence, but said to Rong Yuan: "You are not going anywhere today, just here to accompany your grandmother, just to ask your old lady to share some of the burden for Siniang." ”

Rong Yuan opened her mouth and spit out the word "I", the old lady twisted her eyebrows, raised her tone, she was immediately silent, and muttered for a long time: "Yes, I know." ”

Seeing that she was willing to be obedient, Rong Jiang also breathed a sigh of relief, and the old lady sent Rong Jiang away: "You can go back too, add a stick of incense for her, and tell your grandfather that she is pregnant, so don't ask her to send it to her." ”

Rong Jiang belched: "Then I'll go back," she rolled her eyes, thought for a while and asked the old lady, "Tell Sister Jing'er to follow her aunts?" Or ask her to see if there are any girls who follow the elders to the house, you can go and accompany her, she is small, and the mourning hall will stay well soon. ”

Mrs. Zheng picked up her words: "It just so happens that the fifth child of our family is making trouble to come over today, so you can ask her to accompany the fifth child." ”

The old lady was stunned and looked at her with a tiger face: "Tell the two of them to tear down our house?" "Just to Rong Jiang, "Tell her to find your third aunt, the girls will also be led by their wives, they won't walk around, they don't need her to accompany them, don't let her out and cause trouble again." ”

Rong Jiang hummed and stepped out of the door, without saying a word.

When he returned to the mourning hall, it happened that He Qi followed his father to mourn, and when she was about to enter the house, He Qi was about to come out, and the two met at the door, He Qi bowed and whispered a few words to his father, and his father glanced at Rong Jiang and left first.

Rong Jiang was about to go around and enter the house, but He Qi pulled her lightly: "General, I have something to ask you." ”

"I can't be empty today," Rong Jiang twitched his hand.

He interrupted Rong Jiang's words and said in a deep voice: "Cheng Yi didn't return to Beijing at all, right?" ”

Rong Jiang was startled, twisted his eyebrows to look at him, and couldn't help but pull him backhand, and the two of them moved to the side a lot: "Where did you know?" ”

After He Qi stood still, he withdrew his hand and straightened his cuffs again: "I know him, it has been almost ten days since His Majesty summoned him back to Beijing, and he should have arrived long ago according to his steps." Your Majesty didn't care about the affairs of the Xirong Mission, but I felt that something was not quite right, and I received a document from Yangxia County early this morning, saying that he was sick in Yangxia and had delayed his life, so I felt even more wrong. As he spoke, he raised his brows, "I thought he hadn't returned to Beijing at all, and the one in the Yangxia Post House wasn't him, right?" ”

Rong Jiang secretly scolded Rong Dazhu's brain in his heart, and he wouldn't think of a better way to delay time, how many times has Cheng Yi been so sick? The cold winter Layue threw him to soak in the ice pool, and the next day he could climb the tree alive, and he would fall ill and not be able to move in the summer?

He Qi urged her again, and she came back to her senses and suppressed her voice: "He really didn't come back, I asked him to go back to Jiangbei." ”

He Qi took a step back in shock, looked at Rong Jiang in disbelief, and asked her in a trembling voice, "What do you want to do to control Jiangbei's military power?" ”

"I control the military power, what else can I do?" Rong Jiang thought it was funny, and asked back with a sneer.

"Grandpa Guo's death really has an inside story." He threw out this sentence calmly, but when he saw Rong Jiang's face change, he was even more determined in his heart, "Your family went to report the funeral this morning, and my father said that there must be a problem here. ”

"It's no good to know too much," Rong Jiang turned his face away, "You're just going to the house to offer condolences today, don't ask so much." ”

He Qi shook her arm: "You want to rebel!" How could I not ask! ”

"What? Are you going to tell Your Majesty to go? Rong Jiang opened his hand coldly, "Just go." ”

He Qi looked at her coldly: "You are anti, or the king is anti, it is the same for me, I hold the left Jin Wuwei in my palm, holding half of the forbidden army in the capital, can you ask?" ”

Rong Jiang probably understood the deep meaning of his words, and was dumbfounded for a while: "You"

"What are you two doing here?"

She was about to ask, there was such a voice behind her, warm and cold, you don't have to look back to think who it is, Rong Jiang couldn't help but sigh, what he said last night was so ugly, he really didn't take it seriously. (To be continued.) )