Chapter 54: Reprimanding Jia Zhen
At this time, Jia Zhen was still standing in the hall, and Jia Rong had no intention of giving up her seat to him at all.
Glancing at Jia Zhen contemptuously, Jia Rong said again: "Ning Guofu's family has a big business and a profound heritage, will you send me this bit of silver?" Are you gambling outside and losing money, or are you naughty about which prostitute wants to lose money? ”
Jia Zhen's details were clearly understood by Jia Rong, which made his scalp a little numb at this moment.
And there are still people from the eldest princess's mansion in the hall, what kind of face does he have to walk outside when such a scandal spreads.
hurriedly denied it: "Unfilial son, unfilial son!" What nonsense, today I will arrest you and go to the ancestral ancestral hall to kneel for three days and three nights. ”
Suddenly, Jia Rong's eyes widened, and she got up and said loudly:
"The sage has a saying that a filial son obeys righteousness rather than father, obedience rather than disobedience. You do some things that are not as good as pigs and dogs all day long, and you are worthy of me Jia Rong calling you father? ”
"I'm just doing things that my son is hiding for my father for the sake of the face of my ancestors' lintel, and you ask yourself what good things have you done?"
Hearing that Jia Rong could scold him with scriptures, Jia Zhen was stunned for a while.
Is this his son? Can you also speak the words of a saint? He couldn't refute the bruise and purple on his face.
Jia Rong spoke again: "If I were you, I would have caught my tail in Ningguo's Mansion a long time ago, and I couldn't get out of the door, but I even swaggered through the market, made trouble, and was full of filthy words, did I think I had lived too long." ”
"You don't know about your pickled things, the eldest princess's mansion doesn't know, your majesty doesn't know? It's just that I am thinking of the kindness of the two princes, and the day you exhaust the kindness is the day your head lands! ”
This rebuke frightened Jia Zhen, in the past, he yelled at others like this, except for Jia Mu, who could teach him a thing or two, how could anyone dare to yell at him, even Jia Jing had never had it.
At this time, he was in a trance, his body shook a little, and he seemed to be unable to stand on his feet.
Seeing him like this, Jia Rong only felt funny, anyway, this is the original owner's father, not his father, not to mention that he is not a good person, the beginning of the provocation is really Ning, he is not the culprit.
"What are you still doing here, and you won't go back to your house yet."
Hearing this, Jia Zhen unconsciously lifted her legs and walked out of the hall.
There was some noise outside the hall and I couldn't hear what was said in the hall, Lai Er saw that Jia Zhen walked out so quickly, hurriedly stepped forward, and asked suspiciously:
"Uncle, are you going to get silver?"
At this time, Jia Zhen was like a defeated rooster, and said weakly, "Go home." ”
Lai Er was even more puzzled, "Go home? ”
Jia Zhen was angry in his heart, and seeing that even the housekeeper in the house didn't listen to him, he slapped Lai Er in the face with a round slap, and said angrily:
"Dog minion, do you dare not listen to my uncle?"
A slap blindfolded Lai Er, and he quickly knelt down, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”
This attitude made Jia Zhen breathe a sigh of relief, and slowly spoke again: "Okay, go home." ”
There was no more noise in the backyard, and Xu Ying said to Jia Rong in the hall:
"No wonder Your Majesty and the eldest princess treat you differently and favor you, even your own Lao Tzu can kill your relatives so righteously, I Xu Ying admires it."
In the past, Xu Ying was very unconvinced by Jia Rong, but today's play also suppressed Xu Ying, and he felt that he couldn't teach him Lao Tzu in front of the court like Jia Rong.
"Don't worry, Brother Rong, today's events will only be known to you and me, and it will not be passed on."
Jia Rong smiled, this time he was really comfortable, and he scolded him for a long time.
When he watched Dream of Red Mansions in his previous life, he really wanted to jump in and scold Jia Zhen and Jia Rong's father and son, but now he is dressed as Jia Rong, but he didn't expect to fulfill his long-cherished wish in the previous life.
"Hey, Brother Xu doesn't have to be like this, the eldest princess also trusts you, otherwise how could she arrange for you to do this, as for the matter here, I must trust Brother Xu, otherwise I won't keep you in the hall, and I will definitely avoid it."
At the right time, Jia Yun returned to the hall and said, "Big Boss, Jia Zhen is gone." ”
Jia Rong bowed, "Then continue to discuss the imperfect things." ”
Rongguofu,
Since Jia Baoyu returned from Jia Rong's mansion last night, he was depressed and couldn't sleep on the couch for a long time, and he was still not very awake and lying on the bed today.
I actually heard the maids say that the sisters in the house would invite Jia Rong to come to Rongguo Mansion to share the poetry meeting in the future, and they were even more uneasy.
When he was upset, he heard a knock on the door, and Baoyu said, "Come in and talk." ”
The little maid in the Baoyu courtyard roasted tea, and cautiously entered the house and said, "Uncle Feng's house, please." ”
Baoyu heard a little weird, there was no appointment in the past, how could he suddenly come to invite.
Although he was puzzled, he said, "Go and get your clothes." ”
Roasted tea went to the second gate on the east side, took out a bag, and sent it back to Baoyu to change.
After preparing the horses, Baoyu led the four servants to Feng Ziying's mansion for a banquet.
Fang Zhimenzi had already seen Feng Ziying greet him here, and Baoyu turned over and dismounted and said:
"Why don't you go outside to Gaole today, and stay at home."
Feng Ziying replied: "There is indeed something unspeakable. ”
Since there is something bad to say, then wait until you enter the hospital, and Baoyu will start the topic again:
"Uncle is still healthy."
Feng Ziying promised: "My father is still healthy, but my mother is feeling the cold, and it has been bad for two days." ”
As Feng Ziying walked into the garden, Baoyu saw that she had prepared a banquet and faced the stage.
"This time, the preparations are complete, and I even invited the play."
There was a man seated at the table, and when he heard the sound, he got up and came out.
"Brother Bao has finally arrived, and they are all waiting for you," Baoyu looked at Wei Ruolan in person.
Feng Ziying smiled and invited Baoyu and Ruolan to take a seat, and there were only three of them at the table.
While eating and drinking, the stage drama has been sung.
I saw a beautiful body, and the mouth was like a warbler's voice, which made Baoyu a little addicted, and most of her sorrow has dissipated recently.
After singing a few songs, the servant went to the stage and sat on Baoyu's side.
Baoyu was even more happy when she saw her charm and gentleness, and asked:
"Brother Feng hasn't introduced this yet, who is?"
Feng Ziying introduced: "This is Jiang Yuhan from the opera garden of Prince Zhongshun's mansion. ”
Baoyu was surprised, "How could someone from the Prince's Mansion come to you?" ”
Feng Ziying smiled bitterly: "This is the difficult thing, when their troupe has not yet entered the Prince's Mansion, we met in Fengle Building, this Yuhan happened to bump into an unusual visitor from the Prince Zhongshun's Mansion, and he heard some secret words, so he fled to me for fear of being discovered, in fact, he didn't know the identity of the distinguished guest." ”
Although Baoyu was curious, he didn't dare to ask more, and said, "Poor man, let's hide from the limelight first." ”
Baoyu was even more fond of this servant at the table, and her eyebrows came and went, which made Baoyu lose her soul a little.
It's night, it's time to end, Feng Ziying and Wei Ruolan are drunk and can't wake up.
Baoyu walked out of the garden alone, and after a few steps, Jiang Yuhan followed.
The two stood under the corridor, and Baoyu was also very nostalgic in her heart.