Jia Lian came back with a sad face.

"What's going on?" Jia Yu asked suspiciously.

Jia Lian frowned and said: "Master Jing is dedicated to cultivating, and he has already written to the imperial court, passed the title to Brother Zhen, and went to the Xuanzhen Temple outside the city to practice." ”

Jia Yu was taken aback: "So suddenly? ”

Jia Lian sighed and said, "Master, respect the master, this is a strong man's broken wrist." ”

"What?" Jia Yu didn't understand. His political understanding and ability are ten streets behind his son's.

Jia Lian waved his hand to drive everyone out, and said in a low voice: "Master, Xifu is that person's cronies!" ”

Jia Lian's fingers compared to "two": "This time, Master Jing is likely to have participated in that action." ”

Jia Yu took a breath of cold air: "How dare he?" ”

Jia Lian said: "Wealth and danger are sought, isn't it because the lord saved the emperor that he has today's dignitaries?" Master Jing wanted to learn from the dragon's work, but unfortunately his luck was a little worse. ”

Jia Yu nodded again and again when he heard this, and he was even more satisfied with his son.

"The affairs of the court are too complicated, and your father and I can't figure it out. In the future, this family will be up to you, and your father and I will enjoy it. Jia Yu thought clearly, his son is capable, so let him work harder. The son is in power, but he does not have to respect himself as a father, how good it is to be an old lady, idle and happy. The emperor just couldn't see through this, he didn't say anything about his hard work, and he was always on guard against his sons' rebellion, so tired and panicked. Jia Yu felt that he was much happier than the emperor, and his tail couldn't help but again.

Jia Lian pretended not to see Jia Yu's strength, and said to Jia Yu in a consultative tone: "Master, Brother Zhen is unreliable. Now there is no more discipline from the old man. I'm afraid it will be even more ridiculous. I'm afraid of delaying Brother Rong. Why don't you take Brother Rong to our house to study with me? ”

Jia Lian and Jia Rong are close in age and have a very close relationship, because of Jia Lian's influence, Jia Rong did not learn from his father's greedy flowers, lustful and unlearned, although he is not as motivated as Jia Lian and Jia Zhu, he is still an upright young man with a good outlook.

"You can do whatever you want." Jia Yu said.

"Brother Zhen is my elder, and I have to ask the master to come forward."

"Alright, alright. I'll ask someone to talk to Brother Jen. Jia Yu said impatiently.

Jia Lian was overjoyed, gave Jia Yu a bow, and happily went back to the courtyard to clean up the room.

Soon after, Ning Rong Erfu opened a large ancestral hall to worship the ancestors. The people of Jiafu waited in front of the gate of Ningfu, and then introduced the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is in a courtyard to the west of Ningfu. There are five gates in the black oil fence, and a plaque is hung on it, which reads the four words "Jia's ancestral hall", and the side book is "Wang Xi, the former head of the Hanlin Academy, who is the master of the special Jin Jue Taifu". There is a long couplet on both sides, which reads: The liver and brain are smeared on the ground, and the surname Zhao is the grace of conservation; Fame. Hundred generations of steamed taste. It is also written by Wang Taifu. Enter the courtyard, Baishi Yong Road. Both sides are pine and cypress, and the platform is set up with bronze Dingyi and other utensils. In front of the building, hang a Kowloon gold plaque, writing "Xinghui Fubi", which is the imperial pen of the first emperor. A couplet on both sides reads: The merit has the glory of the sun and the moon, and the fame is endless, and the children and grandchildren. It is also a royal pen. In front of the five main halls, hang a plaque that fills in the dragon, and it is written that it is "cautious to chase the distance". A couplet on the side wrote: The descendants have inherited Fu, and Li Shu still misses Ning Rong. It's a royal pen. The lights and candles inside are brilliant, and the brocade curtains are embroidered, although there are some gods listed, but they can't really be seen.

The people of Jiafu divided Zhaomu and set up a shift. Jia Zhen officiates, Jia pardons accompany the sacrifice, Jia pearl sacrifices, Jia Lian Jia Cong offers silk, Baoyu holds incense, Jia Rong Jia Huanzhan worship mat, and guards the burning pool. Jia Zhen recited the sacrificial text and told the ancestors about the return of Rongfu to the throne of the country. Let the ancestors rejoice with them. Yao Huang led all the women of the two prefectures to salute together, and there were many women who were higher in rank than her, but their status was lower than her. The women flattered Yao Huang, and everyone knew that the dynasty of Shi Taijun had passed, and Yao Huang was the most noble woman in the Rongning and Ning Mansions.

Back at Rongguo Mansion, there was an endless stream of greeting guests, and the four kings and eight princes all came. Yao Huang had to cheer up the reception, she couldn't stand it after a while, and made up her mind to marry her daughter-in-law into the door quickly, and then throw all the chores of the housekeeper reception to her daughter-in-law, and she also learned from Jia Yu to be the shopkeeper.

When the sun set, the other guests left, only the wife of Hou Xiaokang, the hereditary first-class viscount of the Duke of Xiuguo, Xiaoming, stayed behind and had something to say to Yao Huang.

"Look at your cautious appearance, if you have something to say, just say it!"

"Aren't I afraid that things won't work out and damage the reputation of other little girls!" When Mrs. Hou was young, she was friends with the original body, and she talked much more casually than others.

"My son is already engaged, and he won't take a concubine yet." Yao Huang said lazily, his eyelashes covering the precautions that flashed under his eyes.

"It's not your son, it's your nephew. The little young master of Ning Guofu is fourteen, and someone has taken a fancy to this little young master and asked me to help be a matchmaker. ”

"Oh? Which girl is the woman? ”

"It's the girl of Lord Qin Bangye's family in Yingji Shilang."

Sure enough, it was Qin Keqing.

"Yingji Shilangzhong, a six-rank official, how can the daughter of his family be worthy of my nephew. My nephew is the heir to the Imperial Palace. Yao Huang pretended to be disdainful.

Mrs. Hou glanced at the people in the room, leaned into Yao Huang's ear, and whispered: "The daughter of Qin Bangye's family is just the actual identity of that girl, she is not simple, golden branches and jade leaves!" "Fingers are two.

Yao Huang replied quietly: "Don't drag me into the water if you look for death, that person is guilty of rebellion, his daughter, we can't want it." I can't hurt my nephew. ”

"You're narrow-minded. That was once the emperor's favorite son, although he did a great rebellion, but the person is dead, the emperor will definitely not pursue his guilt again, maybe he will still remember his previous good and take more care of that son and daughter. This girl may be able to become the county lord's mother, and it is not cheap for your nephew and grandson. ”

"Such a good thing, why don't you leave it to your nephew?"

Mrs. Hou: "Do you think I don't want to?" It's a pity that the nobles fancy the son-in-law of the Ningguo family. ”

"It's a pity, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the nobles, my nephew has already booked someone." Yao Huang pretended to be very disappointed.

"Got an order? How come I haven't heard of it? Mrs. Hou was surprised.

Yao Huang said: "The matter of discussing relatives is carried out privately by the two families, and it is not made public, so you don't know what to do." Hey, I knew that Brother Lu Daorong had the opportunity to be a county horse, so our family wouldn't have chosen this girl now. ”

"Oh? I don't know if Lu Dao is that girl? Mrs. Hou asked.

"It's the descendant of Ziwei Sheren, Xue Jiabaochai!" (To be continued......)