Uncle Hong Lou Rong

Chapter 62

Uncle Rong took this matter to the bottom of his heart, guessing King Zhongshun's intentions.The good ones and the bad ones are all listed one by one, but after careful study, they don't quite match.

There was no one around to negotiate, and the only reliable person in the two governments was Jia Zheng.

Brother Rong went to look for him, but Jia Zheng didn't express any useful opinions or suggestions after hearing it.He just said: "You can figure it out for yourself. If there is any trouble, I will go to the East Palace again."

Well, Uncle Rong has nothing to say.

Looking for Jia Amnesty?Forget it, this guy is not even as good as Jia Zheng.

It's not that Uncle Rong didn't think about other people, such as Jia Mu, Wang Xifeng and the like.But they are all in charge of the inner house, and they don't care about the affairs of the outer house at all.Could it be that Sister Feng was asked to write a letter to the Wang family because of this matter?
But will the Wang family really treat the Jia family wholeheartedly?Even so, what if the Wang family is the culprit who caused the two governments to raid their homes?

Could it be that he followed the Wang family all the way to the dark?
Brother Rong returned to Ningguo Mansion with conflicting emotions, so he could only go to the clean room next to the ancestral hall.

"Rong'er is a little confused and wants to ask Grandpa."

Jia Jing was meditating like a fairy, holding a whisk in his hand, and opened his eyes gracefully after hearing Brother Rong's voice.Ask: "What's the matter?"

Jia Rong told Jia Jing all the things that happened in the past few days, and asked: "The king of Zhongshun specially asked Lai Sheng to send a message back. Is there any deep meaning in it? Could it be that King Zhongshun is showing his enemy to the Ningguo Mansion? Or Is it a favor?"

In fact, Brother Rong felt that it should be impossible to show favor.Why would a dignified prince go to court the declining Ningguo Mansion?Can't do it.But there's no need to show the enemy, it's the palace's fault first.If you really want to do this, it will appear that King Zhongshun is petty. Could it be that King Zhongshun doesn't care about his status as a prince?

Jia Jing shook his head slightly, "Let Rong'er deal with such mundane matters."

I'm so...

Jia Rong's mood at the moment can't be described in words, only one word shouted in her heart: Grass!

He exited the clean room extremely depressed, saw a young man with a mischievous eyebrow hurriedly bowing at the door, and didn't have the mood to pay attention to him.

In the next two days, Brother Rong didn't hear from King Zhongshun, and the palace didn't send anyone.

However, something happened in the Ningguo Mansion that ruined Uncle Rong's mood. The servant he met in the clean room the day before yesterday died.This morning, the maids found the body in a small river near the clean room in the garden.

"It's just that a servant is gone, so why feel bad about it. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's your daughter-in-law's birthday. Manager Lai has sent someone to bury the thing, so don't worry about it anymore." Mrs. You Shi persuaded.

Brother Rong couldn't be in a bad mood. He asked about the situation early this morning. It was a few servants who took care of the grandfather in the clean room and stole too much wine together at night. As a result, the guy stumbled and fell into the river and drowned.

Although Jia Rong had asked Lai Sheng to send all the other boys who stole the wine to the farm to farm last night, she was still not relieved.

The servants in the mansion are really outrageous.

Uncle Rong found Lai Sheng and asked, "Is this the kind of housekeeper Lai is?"

Lai Sheng was sweating profusely, hooked his waist, and said with a sad face: "This old servant cannot absolve himself of the responsibility. In the future, he must strictly discipline his servants, and never let such things happen again in the mansion."

Uncle Rong gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "This time, it's for your old mother's sake, and I'll forgive you this time. Next time, even if your old mother begs to the ancestors of the Xifu, I will I want to send you to the cement kiln to be an old grinder."

Lai Sheng felt great pain in his heart, but he could only nod his head in response.

Uncle Rong ordered Director Lai to prepare first-class food, exotic fruits, and arrange for the invited theater troupe to rehearse and other things.Jia Rong just returned to the yard, and sent Que'er Ruizhu to Xifu to invite all the wives, grandmas and girls over.

The Mid-Autumn Festival feasts of the two mansions were held together with Keqing's birthday in Huifang Garden of Ningguo Mansion.

There was nothing special about the banquet, and they didn't even post cards with other families, but the two houses had it on their own.The wives, grandmas and girls are just playing with chrysanthemums in the yard, drinking tea, watching plays and drinking.

The gentlemen of the West Mansion had to wait for the lamps to come before noon, and it was just a dinner for men and women.The old men went to have fun in the Xuanli, and Brother Rong was about to follow.

But Baoyu, who was sitting with the girls in the inner room, stopped him. It turned out that the ladies and girls in the inner room became interested, and imitated the refined scholars to play poetry and fight against each other.It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so everyone suggested to write some Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

Today, there are the mother and daughter of the Xue family and the aunt of the Shi family in the inner room, so it is inconvenient for Brother Rong to go in.Only said through the curtain: "Everyone is having fun, Rong'er has gone to take care of the old men."

Brother Rong also knows how well educated he is, and he is afraid that he is inferior to all the little aunts in the back room in terms of poetry, so how dare he make a fool of himself.Just as he was about to slip away quietly, Baoyu ran out and grabbed him.

"Brother Rong, let's write one. Everyone still doesn't know about Brother Rong's poetry skills, and we are looking forward to seeing it."

Jia Rong felt that this little fat man must be taking revenge on her. Yesterday, when she went to the free school to find Duan Lang, this little fat man kept chattering beside her.When he heard that Duan Lang was going to keep Qin Zhong to make up for another two hours of homework after school, the little fat man turned even darker.

Uncle Rong had a thick skin, picked up the wine glass he had just poured from the table. "Second Uncle Bao just spared my nephew this time. Although my nephew has the name of a student supervisor, I haven't read many books. It can't compare with Uncle Bao's number one scholar."

Brother Rong glared at Baoyu and drank the wine.

If you don't know how to write poetry, you should punish yourself.

Baoyu was naturally delighted to see him.

"You know he can't write poetry, so you still go to tease him." But hearing Lin Daiyu's words behind the curtain, Baoyu felt depressed again in an instant, and hummed softly: "He doesn't read, but he forces us to read. He We only know how to enjoy ourselves, but we are not allowed to enjoy ourselves.”

The little fat man raised his head, put on a posture of an elder, and educated Brother Rong: "Brother Rong is now a family, and in the future he will have to do these things with various families. Poems and songs must not be left out, don't let outsiders Several families laughed at us."

Uncle Rong scolded in his heart, this stuff is endless, but don't let it go.I can only leave after agreeing to make a song for the wives, grandmas and girls in the back room.

Baoyu said again: "Brother Rong is not allowed to copy other people's work, you have to do it yourself."

Damn, I won't copy it, I'll be damned if I can compose Mid-Autumn Festival poems.Thinking about the few poems about Mid-Autumn Festival that I only remember in my mind, Su Dongpo's must not work, and neither can Xin Qiji.

It's all because I didn't read many books in the past, but now when I need to use them, I can't think of a Mid-Autumn Festival poem after the Ming Dynasty.Through the curtain, looking at the worried eyes of a few close people in the upper inner room, no matter how thick-skinned he is, his ears are a little hot.

Suddenly Jia Rong saw Sister Feng's eyes waiting to see a good show, and remembered a poem, which happened to be about Mid-Autumn Festival.

While everyone was waiting to watch the show, Brother Rong started to read.

"Bihai year after year, may I ask, for whom is the ice wheel rounded? Blowing into a piece of autumn fragrance, it is as clear as snow. Looking at it in sorrow, it is a good day and a good night, knowing that it is all sad. The only shadow is now, it is worthy of weight, the old moon is bright .

In the flower path, playing hide-and-seek, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing and Wuye..."

Wang Xifeng didn't understand the previous content, but he did understand this straightforward sentence.His complexion changed quietly, and many past events came to his mind.

(End of this chapter)