Rong Sheng closed the door of the ancestral hall, knelt down towards the Qingdao elder, and stretched out his sleeves and arched his hand, "As a concubine, I have no right to leave the third uncle with a beak, but the elder treats me as before, I should solve the elder's doubts, and the words are straightforward and offensive, please don't blame the elder." ”

Knowing that it was not a good thing to provoke the disgust of the Qingdao elders at this time. can allow the world to be luxurious and cultivated, and he can't be cured without military risk.

Elder Qingdao thought that his tone was too heavy and frightened Rong Sheng, and pulled her up with one hand, while explaining: "I don't blame you, I'm sorry for your silver! For Rong Shi'an, that bag of silver is far from enough for him to squander." For you, it may be all you have, you live a hard life in Hecheng, it is not easy to save some silver, it is easy to give it to him, it is not worth it. ”

"It's worth it to have elders to care. Rong Sheng smiled stubbornly, showing a rare child's coquettishness on his face.

Elder Qingdao smiled helplessly, doted on her and shook the beads between her buns, and explained the matter, "I sent you to the ancestral hall, I almost forgot about it after a long delay, I discussed it with other elders, I hope you will stay in the Rong Mansion, and ask the priest to count an auspicious day later, and include your name in the family tree, are you willing?"

Rong Sheng couldn't help but tremble with excitement, and his voice changed slightly, "Don't the other elders dislike my humble status?" Sister Qingyi, no, the head of the family, will she agree to let me stay in the Rong Mansion? As soon as Rong Caiwei dies, the uncle will not give up if he has a feud with me, don't you mind my ......?"

"Silly boy. Elder Qingdao's eyebrows were full of love, "It doesn't matter if you are a concubine, you are the heir of the Rong family, and your life here is justifiable." Qingyi knows the general situation, and the grievances are clear, she knows that Rong Bei is ashamed of your mother, and she will not have an opinion. As for Rong Jiangchen, don't care about him, he doesn't have a good face for Rong Bei, how can he be so good to you?"

"Elder......" Her beautiful eyes were thick and her pupils were red. I guessed that the Qingdao Elder would keep her, but I didn't expect the Qingdao Elder to favor her, and she was thoughtful everywhere, and the jade pendant engraved with the word Sheng was hung on her waist by his own hand, and the falling white tassel flew in the wind.

She twisted the bottom of the jade pendant, and a smile bloomed on her shallow lips.

The next day, near noon, a slave came to report, and Rong Shi'an stripped off his clothes and was whipped by several thugs in the gambling room. Rong Jiangchen was embarrassed and refused to take people, so he made up an excuse to push it to the Qingdao elders.

Rong Sheng knew that this matter was far more complicated than he imagined, and he was worried that Elder Qingdao would not be able to bear the truth and that something was wrong, so he volunteered to check the situation and left the mansion to call Changfeng to accompany him.

Crossing the lively shops in the southeast, turning into the alley, you can see Rong Shi'an shirtless, tied to the old tree at the entrance of the front of the fang. Five criss-crossing whip marks were embedded in his back, sweaty hair was messily stuck to his head, a faintly pale complexion was visible, and two arched trouser legs kept trembling.

Zhao Laosi, who was next to the tree, raised his long whip and made an empty sound, which frightened Rong Shi'an's face and begged for mercy in a dumb voice.

A few little ruffians laughed uncontrollably, and were happy to tease him. There were a lot of people joining in the fun, but none of them came forward to persuade them.

Rong Sheng couldn't see it, and ordered Changfeng to do it. Untied Rong Shi'an's rope, put on Changfeng's coat, and the shopkeeper of the gambling workshop came out with his hips twisted.

A long hair is tied behind his head, only two micro-curls are swayed on the side of his ears, under the slender eyebrows, a pair of wind/love moon eyes are seductive, the bright red long skirt is wrapped in a black thin shirt, and the rose-shaped birthmark on the chest is looming, which leads people to emerge repeatedly. The orchid holding the round fan raised her fingers, and her voice was as charming as silk: "What, you're here to rob someone?"