Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 599 Qilin'er

It is said that Daiyu's physique has been weaker than others since she was a child. Giving birth for a woman is a dangerous thing as she walks through the gates of hell. As the due date approached, Jia Cong went to the Imperial Hospital several times.

After much persuasion, two of the most experienced and skilled imperial physicians were invited to the Rongguo Mansion to serve them respectfully.

The old lady personally walked around West Street and made an agreement with two old ladies who used to be midwives in West Street that if Daiyu showed signs of giving birth, these two women should come quickly.

Unexpectedly, all the foolproof plans prepared by the family were not used in the end. After breakfast, when Jia Cong helped Daiyu walk in the yard to digest the food, Daiyu suddenly felt a pain in her stomach. Frightened, Jia Cong hurriedly carried her into the house and panickedly asked people to call the imperial physician and midwife.

The imperial physician was staying temporarily in the mansion, so he came here after a while and could tell at a glance that the baby was about to be born.

Wang Xifeng, who came after hearing the news, taught the panicked Jia Cong a lesson and then took over the affairs in the yard.

"Everyone, be alert. Jixiang and Ruyi, go and make ginseng soup. Use the best ginseng. Yuanyang, Yuanyang, go and prepare some hot water. We'll use it later. Xueyan, go and wait at the door now. Please invite the two old ladies over as soon as they arrive..."

Feng Lazi was worthy of being Feng Lazi. She arranged everything in no time at all, and the courtyard quickly became well organized from being chaotic.

Only Daiyu, who was biting her lips tightly and trying hard not to cry out in pain, was in the room. She and Jia Cong were holding hands tightly and looking into each other's eyes.

Jia Cong had no idea how painful childbirth was, but he had seen Daiyu bit her lips so hard that they bled.

"Bite!"

He stretched out his left hand, and Daiyu, who was obviously almost unable to hold on, just forced a smile and shook her head.

Jia Cong could feel some pain in the arm that Daiyu was holding, which meant that the pain his wife was enduring had reached its limit.

Worry, heartache, anxiety, all turned into tenderness in the end. He reached out and gently stroked Daiyu's forehead, wiping away the sweat that kept coming out of her forehead...

"The old aunt is here!"

"Brother Cong, why are you still in the room? Get out now!"

Wang Xifeng led people in. As soon as they entered the room, they saw Jia Cong still lying on the head of the bed guarding Daiyu, and they tried to drag him away.

"Sister Lin, I'll be waiting outside!"

Jia Cong was not one to learn any melodrama. If he stayed in the room at this moment, he would be of no help except causing trouble.

After kissing Daiyu on the forehead, he stood up and bowed to the three of them: "Two old aunts, Sister Feng, thank you for your help..."

"In that case, don't worry, Cong-er. With us here, we will definitely let Miss Lin give birth to her baby boy safely."

In this matter, Wang Xifeng spoke very confidently, not only to encourage Daiyu, but also to reassure Jia Cong.

The two old aunts were really experienced and they had a general idea of ​​Daiyu's condition after a simple check.

"My Lord, Third Madam is in very good condition. You should leave immediately and don't disturb her."

As they were talking, Jia Cong had been pushed to the door by Wang Xifeng, and Daiyu's voice came from the room: "Brother Cong, I want to eat egg custard."

"it is good!"

Jia Cong responded loudly towards the house, then suppressed his worry and strode towards the small kitchen.

It seemed that God also felt sorry for this smart and beautiful woman. When Jia Cong walked out of the small kitchen carrying the freshly made egg custard, he heard a clear baby cry coming from the inner courtyard.

"Congratulations, Third Master, Third Madam, on giving birth to a baby boy. Both mother and child are safe!"

It took only a quarter of an hour, and even though the old lady and others had just arrived from Rong Xi Tang, Daiyu successfully gave birth to the child.

"Six pounds and eight ounces, much heavier than when Baoyu was just born."

Just as the old lady and others surrounded the child, Jia Cong had already rushed into the inner room.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and Nanny Wang and others were still helping Daiyu clean up.

Through the gap, Jia Cong saw Daiyu, whose face was pale and exhausted, and felt even more distressed.

Fortunately, the two old aunts were experienced, and Daiyu's delivery went very smoothly, except that she was exhausted.

The pain in her body could not suppress the joy in Daiyu's heart. She smiled at Jia Cong and said, "We have a child!"

"Well, we have a baby!"

Just as tears were about to fall from Daiyu's eyes, Jia Cong wiped them away with his hands: "Don't cry, this is a happy event, you should be happy."

Wang Xifeng asked the old aunt to go out and ask her what to do next.

Jia Cong brought the egg custard over: "Come, I'll feed you."

"it is good."

It was a plain conversation, but it contained all the affection between the two people.

Daiyu ate the egg custard mouthful by mouthful, and slowly even the pain in her body seemed to disappear for the most part.

By the time the old lady carried the child into the room, Daiyu had already fallen asleep in Jia Cong's arms.

……

Master Lin held his little grandson tightly in his arms, and he and the Crown Prince stared at each other in a confrontational manner.

"Your Highness, this is my grandson! Since my uncle is not here, it is natural for me, the grandfather, to name him!"

"My brother still has to call me uncle, why can't I give him the name?"

"Your Highness, Uncle, I, the eldest uncle, am still here."

"So what?"

The Crown Prince and Mr. Lin both glared at Jia Lian who was interrupting, forcing him to stop talking.

Although the little grandson in his arms is still a red monkey, Mr. Lin always feels that he can't see enough of him.

No matter what the prince said, Lin Ruhai refused to let go and even wanted to seize the right to name the child.

"The Book of Changes says that the text is flourishing. Since Guai Sun follows the character for grass, then he should be called Jia Wei!"

As soon as Lin Ruhai finished speaking, the prince, who had been reading ancient books for several days, immediately became unhappy: "Master Lin, are you mistaken? My nephew will inherit Cong'er's title in the future. He cannot just be a scholar. He must be good at both civil and military affairs. A person with extraordinary talent is called Ying. Jia Ying, that's the name!"

"Call Jia Wei!"

"It should be Jia Yingcai!"

……

The two were arguing over the name of their child, when Baoqin, who was supposed to serve Yuanchun in the palace, walked into the room holding a yellow silk.

"I pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and to Master Gu..."

Ok?
"Baoqin, why are you here?"

The prince had already seen the dragon pattern on the yellow silk in Baoqin's hand, and his teeth began to ache.

He had a bad guess in his mind...

"Your Highness, I am here to deliver the handwritten letter that Your Majesty left at Fengzao Palace earlier!"

Jia Peng, whose given name is Peng, is taken from the Book of Songs, "I walk in the wild, and the wheat grows lushly." The meaning is quite simple, "Peng Peng" means that the grass and trees are lush and beautiful, and the emperor hopes that his godson will be as strong as a calf and grow up healthily.

Because of the emperor's intervention, uncles, grandfathers, and even father Jia Cong, all lost the right to name the child.

When the baby was still in his mother's belly, the emperor gave him the most ordinary yet beautiful hope.

Baoqin not only brought the yellow silk that the emperor had prepared long ago, but also various rewards that the palace had prepared long ago.

The prince who lost the right to name the child could only settle for the next best thing and try to fight for the naming rights of the nickname. Finally, he won a small victory in the "battle among heroes", and thus, Pengger got a nickname - Qilin.

Jia Peng and Jia Qilin, luckily Peng didn’t have to write his nickname during the exam, otherwise he would have fainted from tears in the exam room.

When Daiyu woke up and Jia Cong brought the child into the room to show her, the couple realized that their first child had already been named...

……

When Qilin'er was having his third bath ceremony, the entire capital city was alarmed.

Not only did all the nobles from the palace and the court come together, but the Rongguo Mansion also hosted the most lively banquet.

When the people in the capital heard that the Imperial Cat Judge and Lin Bodhisattva had a son, they were happier than if it were their own happy event.

They flocked to Ningrong Street and came to the door of Rongguo Mansion to ask for a cup of wedding wine, eat an egg, put down a small bag of rice, cut off the corners of their clothes and give them to the doorman of Rongguo Mansion.

“It’s already over ten thousand!”

Ten thousand pieces of cloth of different sizes and materials, as well as the rice bags piled up like a mountain, filled the old lady's eyes with joy and excitement.

There is a folk rumor that children who are often sick and suffer from disasters must eat food from thousands of families and wear patchwork clothes in order to avoid illness and disaster and live a long life.

Kirin children are born strong, but who doesn’t want their children to be strong and healthy forever?

People kept coming outside the gate to offer their blessings. The number of bags of clothing and rice was increasing rapidly, gradually approaching 20,000.

"This is the people's hope and will. The people have their own standards in their hearts. Brother Cong, please do not forget the people's blessings today."

The prince placed a golden locket as big as his face next to his nephew's swaddling clothes, patted Jia Cong on the shoulder, and looked at the increasing amount of clothes and rice with envy.

The people do have a scale in their hearts. They will remember whoever is good to them and repay them in the simplest and most sincere way.

Just like Jia Cong, who presented potatoes and corn to the imperial court so that the people no longer suffered from hunger, this alone was enough to make millions of people remember him.

Not to mention the good reputation that Daiyu made in the capital, where she worked hard to promote compulsory education, benefiting countless poor students.

The couple worked together to seek happiness for the common people. If patchwork clothes and meals from thousands of families were still not enough to protect their children, the men and women in the capital would be able to make patchwork clothes and meals from thousands of families for them.

Jia Cong picked up a piece of clothing, looking serious.

The edge of the clothes was light, but Jia Cong felt it was as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Fourth brother is right. Not only will I remember this friendship in my heart, but Qilin'er will also have to remember it in his heart in the future. If he dares to do anything that insults this friendship in the future, he will not be worthy of being my son, Jia Cong!"

……

Starting from August, more news was sent back to the capital by sea.

The emperor personally led the army to conquer India first and then Persia, fighting along the way and updating the map of the Celestial Empire.

Envoys from England and other countries went to the Ministry of Rites many times to protest, saying that the Celestial Empire and the Kingdom of France had joined forces to attack their colonies and massacre their soldiers.

At the same time, they also demanded that the Celestial Empire contact the emperor as soon as possible, asking the Celestial Army to stop the conquest, return the territories belonging to the Kingdom of England and Portugal, and compensate for their losses.

Otherwise, they would sever diplomatic relations with the Celestial Empire and unite with other countries to launch a "just" crusade.

But who are the people in Daxia's Ministry of Rites? How could they be frightened by such a ridiculous threat?

Mr. He Yaomin, the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, personally summoned envoys from England, Portugal, Spain and other countries, and slammed the table in front of everyone.

"Your territory? All under heaven belongs to the king. Wherever the sword of our emperor points, it is the territory of our Great Xia. You want to go back? Sure, send troops to fight. As long as you can defeat our army, you can naturally take back your so-called territory!"

Ga~
The old man's words almost choked the Western barbarians.

Even though they were invincible and almost undefeated in America and Africa, they could not gain any advantage against the Celestial Empire's army.

Especially England, a newly rising maritime power, had to face the ravages of the Celestial Empire overseas, and even in its Western headquarters, it was constantly harassed by the Kingdom of France.

The French king who was fond of carpentry was not only good at using a chisel, he was also very good at using a knife handle.

In addition, with the help of the Celestial Empire, the French warship construction level and the advanced level of firearms far surpassed those of the Kingdom of England.

Fight? If they could win by fighting, why would they come to the Ministry of Rites to argue with others?
"Your people failed to sneak attack our fleet in Tianzhu, and were defeated by our soldiers. Now you have the nerve to ask for compensation? You dare to say that you will sever diplomatic ties? Come on, submit the documents of severance of diplomatic ties now, and I will sign them on the spot. Let's go our separate ways and deal with each other with swords from now on!"

He Yaomin was not brought up to be scared. The old man rose from being the head of the Ministry of Rites to the Minister of Rites and finally entered the cabinet and became a prime minister. It was not because of his reputation as a pure literary figure. He was a fierce man who fought with a brush in one hand and a sword in the other.

Mr. He is very familiar with the dealings with foreign vassal states.

After this attack, the Western envoys were so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe. They ran back to their embassies in shame.

When Jia Cong came to the lobby of the Ministry of Rites holding the gold-embossed letter, He Yaomin was just about to take his purple clay teapot back to the cabinet duty room to slack off.

As the emperor personally led the army to the West, the workload of this cabinet minister who was mainly responsible for diplomatic affairs with foreign countries was reduced by half.

After all, no one dares to speak loudly to the Celestial Empire nowadays. The Celestial Empire's powerful ships and guns are really scary. If you speak too loudly and anger the Celestial Empire, you're really doomed.

"Mr. He is so majestic. Those Western barbarians are almost scared silly by you."

Jia Cong bowed to He Yaomin and handed him an invitation: "Please come to attend my son's full moon banquet in three days..."

"It's already been a full month. It's time for you to take your leave. I still have something for you to do."

He Yaomin took the invitation and put it away without even looking at it. Then he put his hands in his pockets, stared at Jia Cong with a smile and said, "The French have come to the Ministry of Rites many times to urge us to sign a formal alliance treaty with the Celestial Empire. They want to buy our warships and firearms again, and discuss with us the division of the colonies of England, Portugal and other countries..."

The emperor led his troops and the French fleet and pushed forward all the way, allowing the French people to witness the power of the Celestial Empire.

They became increasingly interested in forming an alliance with the Celestial Empire in order to take advantage of the situation to destroy their mortal enemy, the Kingdom of England.

In addition, they also wanted to take over the overseas colonies of England, Portugal, Spain and other countries, so they needed a powerful ally with whom they had no direct conflict of interest.

What other country is more suitable than China?
Therefore, after the envoys received the letter from the country, they rushed to the Ministry of Rites for several days to present the letter, hoping to negotiate terms and sign an alliance treaty with the Celestial Empire as soon as possible.

But in the eyes of the Crown Prince and the ministers of the cabinet, it seemed that the conditions proposed by the French still needed to be studied carefully.

"Marquis Yongfeng, you are most familiar with Western affairs, so go and talk to the French. I have only one request, and that is profit, more profit!"

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　I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)