Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 201 What good reputation do I want?

Since ancient times, the emperor has a good reputation, and the posthumous title of the posthumous name in life, which king does not value it?

But there happened to be Emperor Yuanyou. After hearing the old man's question, Liu Heng sneered a few times and replied, "Father, does your son still have a good reputation?"

"Mean and ungrateful, killing brothers and imprisoning fathers, lustful and greedy for money..."

"The son who is greedy for money admits it. After all, the son has to support hundreds of millions of people."

"The mean and ungrateful son gritted his teeth and admitted it. After all, those people are not the son's courtiers."

"As the saying goes, if you have too many debts, you don't worry about it, and if you have too many lice, you don't itch. It doesn't matter how many eunuchs you favor. What my son wants is to eliminate the palace ban. How can there be a thousand days to guard against thieves?"

"The pen of history is like a knife, and the pen of history is held in the hands of those literati."

The old man has been in the imperial court for fifty years, and has fought against civil servants and military generals in the court all his life. He is already tired of this kind of battle that may never stop.

He raised his eyelids, glanced at the thin and resolute face of his fourth son, and sighed: "You just need to know it in your heart. If you want to move the interests of those literati, you must have a sharp enough knife to suppress them. A stick will kill you." Give them a sweet date, don't push them into a hurry."

"So what if you're in a hurry?"

Liu Heng didn't agree with the Taishanghuang's opinion. He stood up and looked at the koi swimming in the Taiye Pond, and said disdainfully: "Father, you value the so-called good reputation too much. Even if they will give your son the posthumous title The number is severe, and my son will also implement a new law to completely eradicate the punishment for not being able to go to the doctor, and the officials and gentry for not paying the food..."

"You are the fourth child, so you can be stubborn. Anyway, I have enjoyed your life all my life, and I can't be worse if I die."

The old man was not happy to argue with his stubborn son, so he closed his eyes again, and swayed around to enjoy the coolness under the shade of the tree.

He suddenly thought about what happened after his death, and began to ramble: "Remember, your old man and my imperial tomb must be luxurious, and there is no need for burial. Just get some pottery people. But I don't care about the items in the Dragon Head Palace." I'm used to it, put them all in the underground palace for me. And keep an eye on those literati, if the posthumous title is not good, I'll crawl out to trouble you..."

"Father, the things in the Dragon Head Palace have been used for so many years, how about my son replace them with new ones for you?"

Liu Heng was inexplicably heartbroken, this is a good item worth millions of taels of silver, if it can be exchanged for silver...

"Go away, you're thinking about my things again!"

The old man immediately felt that the son was not looking good, so he waved his hands away.

"The son went back first..."

Liu Heng glanced at the direction of Huangji Hall greedily, and the old man became even more irritable.

Why did he give birth to such a thing, a dignified son of summer, and searched like this.

"Hurry up and get out, I'm going to get angry when I see you shoveling like this!"

Liu Heng didn't care about his father's dislike, he walked along the exquisite tea set next to him, and walked out of Longshou Palace leisurely.

After getting out of the gate of Longshou Palace, he looked carefully: "Oh, it's still colorful, it should be worth ten thousand taels of silver..."

The old man who was sleeping with his eyes closed suddenly felt thirsty, and touched the side...

Ok?
Only then did Dai Quan say with a wry smile: "Saint, the teapot and cups are all taken away by the emperor!"

……

After finalizing the temporary bidding method for the imperial merchants to go to sea, Jia Cong leaned back and lay directly on the soft bed.

"No, it feels like my body is being hollowed out!"

Liu Hong imitated the example, lay down next to Jia Cong, and said with emotion: "I can't do it anymore, I have never worked so hard."

"I feel like I could swallow a whole roast duck!"

When it comes to eating, Jia Cong's stomach starts to growl.Immediately, Liu Hong was infected. The two looked at each other and nodded silently...

Not long after, the imperial dining room was robbed by Liu Hong and Jia Cong.

The prisoner also had a big cat. The two of them surrounded the burning charcoal, and the meat was sizzling on the copper stick.

The big cat's paws were eager to try, and the saliva flowed out.

"Brother Cong, are you familiar?"

"Ow?"

"Wait, wait, wait, you two, don't worry..."

Pepper, salt, spices...

Jia Cong brushed the condiments skillfully, and the fragrance passed over the palace wall, and the little princes and princesses who were playing next door burst into tears.

Even the old man who was lying in the shade of a tree and dozed off secretly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the grill.

"Snapped!"

Jia Cong knocked off the cat's paw with a slap, and said a lesson: "You scalded the paw, dare to scratch anything!"

You can't even hold the lottery, do you think you are a human being?
The big cat looked aggrieved at Liu Hong gnawing on the stick, and howled at Jia Cong.When the waiter brought the rice bowl, it finally tasted the fresh and delicious barbecue.

"The meat is more tender, just for the emperor's grandfather to taste..."

Food taster Liu Hong excitedly put several skewers of roasted mutton and venison on exquisite porcelain plates and sent them to the shade of trees.

Barbecue with fruit wine, one word - cool!

After taking a sip, the Supreme Emperor, who was so angry with his stubborn son, was finally in a good mood, and praised: "Not bad, little fat man has no other skills, this meat is roasted well."

Jia Cong gnawed on a bunch of chicken wings, and when he heard the old man's praise, he hit the snake on the stick and said with a grin: "I still plan to open a store in the capital, just sell barbecue, and I will invite the sage to give me a favor." Try it."

"Oh? Then I'll really go and have a look..."

Jia Cong gnawed on the chicken wings in his hand, smiled and rubbed his hands: "The opening of the new store, this congratulatory gift is indispensable. The name of the sage is unique in Daxia, and the plaque of this restaurant..."

The old man thumped on the little fat man's head: "You monkey head, you are very shrewd."

The little fat man immediately flattered him: "No way, you taught me..."

The flattery didn't hit the horse's hoof, the old man was in a good mood.

"well said……"

He stared at the grilled chicken wings that Jia Cong picked up again, and felt that the venison in his hand was no longer fragrant: "This chicken wing looks good to me, let me have a bunch."

……

If you don't pack your meals, you always feel that you lack a sense of ritual.

Jia Cong, who had fed his stomach full, wobbled and went to the imperial dining room again. Under the expression of the palace people who wanted to cry without tears, they carried several boxes of fresh meat and precious spices, and left the palace with their stomachs in their arms.

"Take it, my master will reward you."

After rewarding the servants who carried the food boxes, Jia Cong returned to Rongguo Mansion leisurely in a carriage.

It was not yet dark at this time, so someone fetched the grill that had been built earlier, and as soon as the charcoal fire started, the greedy Xichun hugged the little orange cat and lay down on the table drooling.

"Third brother, when will this meat be ready? Look, my little orange is drooling!"

Daiyu rubbed Xichun's head, and said with slanted eyebrows, "I think you're the little greedy cat, drooling all over the table."

Xichun immediately took out a handkerchief and wiped it, raised her face and said, "I'm not a greedy cat. But third brother's roasted meat is delicious. Last time at the horse farm, those children were so greedy that they cried."

With every movement of Xiaoqiao's nose, she felt that her soul was floating in the direction of the grill.

"All right!"

Jia Cong skillfully put the roasted meat on a porcelain plate, handed it to Yingchun and said, "Give it to the old lady first, and eat it while it's hot. It won't be easy to digest when it's cold."

The only two remaining skewers from the first batch were placed on the plate in front of Xichun, and Xichun, who had washed his hands well, finally ate the gluttonous roasted venison.

As the lanterns first came on, the courtyard of Rongxi Hall was filled with masters, big and small, from Ningrong and Rongguo Mansions, including the mother and daughter of the Xue family who lived in Rongguo Mansion.

Barbecue with fruit stuffing, a barbecue feast finally ended happily after draining Jia Cong.

The full moon was in the sky, and everyone was discussing tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival. Several girls also talked about the story of Chang'e flying to the moon, and said a few poems from time to time.

The old lady always liked to be lively, and now she was surrounded by grandchildren, listening to the children's play, she felt ten years younger.

There are two more little raccoon slaves in the house, and I feel that the courtyard is more active.Daiyu's Shuang'er was more active, chasing and playing with the simple cat teaser in Jia Cong's hand.

Xichun's Xiaoju was more perfunctory, and after taking two steps forward, she touched Porcelain Xichun and stretched in her arms.

Baoyu was quick-witted and wrote two poems about cats.Not to mention how good it is, but it can definitely occupy a place among peers.

Mrs. Xue was chatting with the old lady about family matters, but she suddenly changed the subject and asked: "Old lady, I heard people say that you are showing Baoyu a few days ago, but have you found a good candidate?"

The old lady smiled wryly when she heard the words: "Originally, I planned to take advantage of the great joy of my concubine to make a marriage for Baoyu. But... oh, it's not easy!"

"Baoyu's character is precious, many people have asked about him from me."

Mrs. Xue said flatteringly: "The old lady raised Brother Bao as precious as jade. If you want me to say, it is not bad to match a princess or princess. Don't worry, my brother is still young, so you must look at each other carefully. Find a suitable…”

"Brother Bao, what about you..."

Jia Cong smashed Baoyu, winked at him, and joked: "Second brother Bao, you are going to marry a wife!"

"Ah, Second Brother Bao wants to marry a wife? Is it Sister Yun?"

Xichun, who was having fun at the side, didn't even want a cat, poked her head forward, and asked doubtfully, "Second Brother Bao wants to marry Sister Yun as his wife? Then can I have wedding cakes?" "

Children's words are unscrupulous, but there are traces to follow.

Since the marriage was bestowed by the palace, the two houses no longer gossip about Baoyu and Daiyu, but they have passed on Baoyu and Xiangyun for a long time.

It wasn't until Jia Jing and Jia Amnesty joined forces to rectify the Ningrong and Rongfu that it stopped a lot.

But this kind of gossip is forbidden, and Xiangyun's feelings for Baoyu are indeed unusual, and the tongue-biting "Love Brother" has been shouted for so many years, and people who are not "Love Brother" are regarded as Love Brother.

Xichun's voice was not low, and everyone in the yard could hear it clearly. The old lady did not get angry because of this, but instead let out a long and cryptic sigh. Mrs. Xue's thoughts moved slightly, and she changed the topic and talked about Xue Pan's new restaurant .

The girls didn't take this little episode seriously, but made fun of Xiang Yun who was blushing.

Only Jia Cong carefully observed the expressions of Xiangyun and Baoyu. Although Xiangyun concealed it well, he could still see the confusion and anxiety in it.

Baoyu was in a daze, besides being a little shy, she simply acted as if the sisters were making fun of herself with this matter. After a short moment of shyness, she cheerfully started playing again.

When you are tired of playing and have enough trouble, the crowd will disperse.

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(End of this chapter)