In Ningrong Street, Shenjing West City, the sensation caused by the death of the former lady of Ningguo Mansion and the hustle and bustle of the later New Year have left, and the street has returned to its former calm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Before dawn, the noise and sparse shouting added a lot of life to the street. In front of the main gate of the majestic Ning Rong Mansion, seven or eight sects had already gathered.

At this time, I saw a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes hesitating from the side of the street approaching Ning Guofu.

"May I ask if your mansion is the master?" The voice was a little trembling, obviously he had not dealt with this kind of prince.

"Exactly, what's the matter?" The man with the same head asked.

"Someone dragged the villain to bring a letter to your house." As he spoke, the man reached into his arms, took out a letter and handed it to the man, and hurriedly withdrew.

The head here took the letter, and saw that there were only a few delicate small words on it: Respect the master himself. I didn't dare to slack off, so I hurriedly turned around and went in through the corner door to reply.

Ning'an Hall in Ningguo Mansion is said to be the hall name given by the sage, in order to highlight the great merit of Ningguo Gongjia as the Dingding of the country. The hall is beautifully furnished and luxuriously furnished, which fully shows the powerful position of the master here. At this time, Jia Jing, the current envoy of the Jingying Festival and the hereditary first-class Shenwei general, was drinking tea with his staff and Qing guests in the main hall. When he heard the report from his servant, he called for someone to take the letter and come in.

After taking the letter handed over by Xiao Si, seeing that there were only a few small characters on it, I was slightly surprised in my heart, and when I opened it, I couldn't help but change my complexion.

Seeing that Jia Jing had no intention of talking in detail, all the Qingke retreated.

Jia Jing pondered for a moment, got up and paced back and forth in the hall for a few steps, and ordered, "Go and call Lai Sheng to come!"

The subordinates were busy, and after a while, they saw Lai Sheng coming.

"The minion knocks on the master."

Jia Jing looked at Lai Sheng, the chief housekeeper of Ningguo Mansion in front of him, who was also his confidant, and said, "Get up, look at this."

Lai Sheng took a look: My young lady gave birth to a son for the master, and now lives in Yangzhou City, Flower Street, the eighth house in Willow Lane, and I hope that the old man will send someone to pick up the little master. The payment is Aunt He's grandmother's maid Cuiliu. Lai Sheng's heart was shocked, and he quietly raised his eyes to look at Jia Jing.

"Tell me what you think."

When Lai Sheng heard this, he pondered for a while before returning: "In the opinion of the slave, the master should send someone to Yangzhou to find out the truth and verify whether there is such a thing, and it is best to take everyone back before making a decision." ”

Jia Jing listened noncommittally and after a while.

"How much do you know about Aunt He's back then?" The voice was a little erratic.

When Lai Sheng heard this, his heart couldn't help but tremble. Although it was early spring, he tightened the clothes on his body, and bowed back: "If you go back to the master, the slave doesn't know much......" raised his eyes and saw Jia Jing's expressionless face, and continued:

"It's just that Aunt He's grandmother was sick, and Mrs. was afraid that she would be sick to the family, so she instructed the servants to pack up a good village in the south of the city and allocate it to her aunt and grandmother. He also transferred a total of twenty or thirty maids, mothers-in-law, and servants who were used in the house to serve them. It's just that in less than half a year, my aunt and grandmother died. ”

Jia Jing stared at Lai Sheng for a while, and only when he couldn't help but kneel down before he spoke again:

"You send someone to ...... the green willows"

"Take a trip to Yangzhou in person, bring Cuiliu and the others back, go."

"Yes, the minion is leaving," he said, preparing to withdraw.

"Remember, Madame has passed away!"

Lai Sheng's heart was relieved, he said 'yes', and turned around and walked out of Ning'an Hall.

In Ning'an Hall, Jia Jing's eyes were dark and uncertain. He originally planned to go to the court after a while, begging for bones, but the worldly disturbances were all over the place, and it was best to hand over the things in the clan together, but Zhen'er's temperament was not very reassuring. At this juncture, such news came again, which was really helpless. Thinking of the possible youngest son, I can't help but think of the beautiful figure in the wind and rain building back then.

At that time, he was only forty years old, and it was the proud period of his life. Not only as a child of a family in high school, but also in just a few years, he was the official residence in Beijing and held great power.

It is said that the officialdom is proud, and the love is frustrated, but he is not like this. The officialdom is satisfied, and the romantic field is also showing its might. It's just that he just took office, and he accompanied his colleagues to drink once, which is just a common thing in officialdom.

"Nu Qingqing, I've seen all the adults"

In the private room, behind the screen, a woman in Tsing Yi who was half-full of pianos walked out and said softly.

Hearing this tactful voice for the first time, Jia Jing's heart, which had not been moved for many years, fluctuated slightly. I saw this woman wearing an emerald green hairpin, a thin face and a thin waist, and elegant facial features, which made people forget to see it.

To listen to the beauty of a song of mountains and flowing water, its sound is wonderful, its music is spiritual, and its environment is clean. Like a sweet spring sprinkled on Jia Jing's heart of fame, it was like the world suddenly opened a window for him, leading to the holy land of his heart.

Subsequently, despite the persuasion of the staff around him and the dissatisfaction of his wife and the elders of the clan, he insisted on admitting her. And Fengyulou does not want to offend this hot star in the court and the son of the big family, although He Qingqing is also the treasure of his town, proficient in all arts, especially good at piano.

And He Qingqing, although he was an official eunuch, how could he destroy the props of his family, and he was also in the dust, relying on his own appearance, living in the wind and rain building, adding a clean official, and making a living by showing off his opera. It's just that in the end, there is no one to rely on, and the future is uncertain.

The new Jingying Festival makes her also know, although she is the son of everyone, but she has little notoriety, and her future is prosperous, and now she has his favor, which is a good support. Therefore, after entering the door, he only blindly served gently, without the slightest coquettishness. Jia Jingyu Xi.

In this way, a few years of stable life passed, until Jia Jing was appointed to supervise the nine-sided armament, and he was busy for a year, and when he came back, there was only a small pile of beautiful mounds.

Later, Jia Jing also secretly investigated, and the evidence he got showed that she died of illness, and he knew that her body had always been bad, so he had to give up after being sad for a while.

Now that such a thing has happened, he is also very angry, his wife has always been virtuous, and she has never dared to disobey his will for decades, only devoted herself to filial piety to her in-laws, and then devoted herself to raising Zhen'er, and managing the affairs of the house has not made any big mistakes, and he has always respected her. But to say that it had nothing to do with her, unless he thought he was stupid. However, thinking of the benefits of his wife, and then remembering that his wife was dead, or died in childbirth for him at a young age, it was difficult for him to blame the deceased for this. There is only deep guilt left in my heart.

"Hey, I owe you, so let me make amends to our son in the coming days." After being so relieved, Jia Jing got up and went to the back house.