The Honor of the Red Chamber

At the feast, the emperor gave him a reward, which aroused many speculations. Unexplained eyes frequently glanced at Jia Rong. Liu Xianglian, who was hiding in the dark, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, remembering the emperor's gloomy sentence, "You can't do it just for the sake of it." The arrogant mouse broke my beloved jade bottle." Uh, brother Jia, you can do it yourself.

Shui Mu opened his mouth to distinguish, but saw the warning eyes of Emperor Shui Wei, who couldn't reach his eyes with a smile. The gloomy eyes were as unquestionable as when he sent him away from Beijing to the frontier. The dignity of the emperor cannot be challenged. Mu may be willful, but he is not a brainless person. He has to think about Jia Rong. He dare not bear the consequences of making the emperor unhappy, let alone Jia Rong who is in the whirlpool?

Jia Rong's expectation of this decree of ascending and descending in secret is not at all unexpected. After he accidentally glimpsed the hidden thoughts of this generation of emperors, he shouldn't have such a deep bond with Shui Mu. This is worse than ransacking the house and beheading Serious matters should not be involved in him who is determined to break away from the established destiny. It is just that the world is impermanent and he cannot help himself. Moreover, the emperor focused his attention on his relationship with Shui Mu and tried his best to avoid harming Shui Mu. Dismantling the two, Jia Rong was more relieved than the emperor's single-minded thought of exiling the members of the Jia family, and thanked him calmly for receiving the order. Recession and decline, after all, there is still a character, or there may be a time to turn around.Some people think of their own unworthy descendants, feel sad and sigh for their own family, and they can't help secretly agreeing with envy.

For Shui Wei, Jia Rong, who had just won a big victory, was conferred on the scattered and lost ministers who usually served part-time as officials, and deprived him of the rest of his real power, leaving behind a vain honor of walking in front of the imperial court. , not only relieved his worries, but also expressed his resentment towards Jia Rong. However, he did not find fault with Jia Rong when he held his breath. He must have hired a hero who just quelled the rebellion for him, especially now that there are few good generals and unstable frontiers.

In the eyes of many people who have been immersed in officialdom for many years, Jia Rong's current status is rising and falling, and it is not worth wooing. Lin Hai, as the prince's teacher, will not be absent from such court meetings, and he has also noticed that the emperor thinks Jia Rong is not good. Looking at him, he thought that the emperor had thought of eradicating the four families of Shi Xue, the king of Jia, and he couldn't help worrying secretly. He only regretted that he didn't make up his mind to retire early and took his beloved daughter to retire early, but now he can't get out.

However, in the eyes of the shallow-sighted people in Jia's mansion, how could they understand such devious ways and only see the glamor on the surface? Shangrong has returned to his hometown.

The gate of Ningguo Mansion, which had been closed for many days, finally opened with pride. Two spirited servants came out in a file. Jia Zhen, who disliked Jia Rong, also walked out of the room. Although she was very thin, she was well dressed, beaming, and her complexion improved a lot.

Jia Rong was dressed in a second-rank official uniform, riding a steed, leading the Red Cliff Guandu, and galloped briskly to the gate. The servants who had been waiting anxiously rushed up and surrounded Jia Rong happily, saying what you said. It was very lively, Jia Rong threw out the whip, flew off the horse, with an extremely chic posture, and laughed, "Come on, I've covered my mouth with honey, and I don't even look at where it is. People see the joke and think we are so frivolous, go, let me go in and close the door!"

The servants happily led Jia Rong's horse and ran away. The concierge nodded and bowed and waited for Jia Rong to enter and close the door. He smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Jia Zhen was waiting in the main hall, but her expression was a little nervous. Jia Rong seemed to be a different person after Qin Keqing passed away, but he didn't take it seriously at that time. After losing the position of patriarch, he slowly recalled these things What he did during the day was dripping with cold sweat, fearing that Jia Rong would hold grudges in his heart. Now he is a useless person. Jia Rong is the only heir to Ning Guofu. No matter how uneasy he is, he can only rely on his only son in the future, especially Jia Rong is still young, already a member of the second rank, and his future is limitless.

Jia Rong looked at Jia Zhen, who was obviously in a daze, and was a little surprised. Seeing that he seemed to have changed a little bit, I wondered if it was the blow caused by losing the position of patriarch. "Jia Rong has seen my father."

Jia Rong's non-salty tone made Jia Zhen full of joy and nervousness, and she was poured cold water on her head. If it was the old Jia Zhen, she would have jumped up and cursed, but now she lacks confidence and feels extremely uncomfortable. He could only forcefully twitch the corners of his mouth, "Since you're back, let's take a good rest for a few days."

Jia Rong nodded, "It's Jia Rong's fault for letting father remember."

Jia Zhen looked at Jia Rong, who became more calm and capable, with a hypocritical, polite, and alienated smile. She didn't change a bit when facing him, and she couldn't help but bitter in her mouth. Perfunctory words?

Thinking of this, panicked and irritated for a while, Jia Zhen waved her hands impatiently, "In that case, go see your mother, Qiang'er Yun'er and the others will clean up the welcome banquet for you, and then go see your mother after you see your mother." them."

"Yes."

Seeing Youshi was much happier than seeing Jia Zhen, probably because she had never had a child before. Youshi was a few years older than Sister Feng, but she looked younger and fresher. She is more elegant and reserved than Sister Feng's flamboyance. She is a talented and virtuous person. All the things that Jia Rong discussed with her before going out for the expedition, she did it without any effort, and she did it extremely beautifully, which is very rare.

Since she has such a heart, Jia Rong is not hesitant to reciprocate. Quan is just a close elder, but her attitude towards Youshi is much warmer than Jia Zhen. She smiled and said hello to Youshi's mother and son. What I saw and heard along the way made all the concubines and maids in the room startled, and those with winks seized the opportunity to flatter and compliment the two of them, and it was lively for a while.

Jia Rong also presented the exquisite and precious southern jewelry that she specially brought to You Shi. She is not very favored by Jia Zhen, but with the filial piety of Jia Rong, the future master of Ningguo Mansion, as a guarantee, the people in the mansion no longer wink, and they know her position in the backyard, and they don't see the few Jia Zhen standing behind her Concubine Ji, can't hide her envy and jealousy?

Jia Rong talked with Youshi for a while, and then someone reported that Jia Zhen from the outer courtyard invited the uncle to have a drink. Youshi worriedly asked him to drink less, and after a good time, he gently let Jia Rong go. In the house, he accepted everyone's compliments and flattery like stars, the suffocation accumulated in his heart for many days finally dissipated, and he felt extremely comfortable.

However, Jia Rong was surrounded by a group of young children. Jia Lian led the way, Jia Qiang, Jia Yun, Jia Ping, Jia Qiong, Jia Qin, etc., all of whom had a good relationship with the Dongfu and who did not fall out with the Dongfu in the last reelection of the patriarch came. , all clamored for Jia Rong to tell the story, and if it was not exciting enough, she would be fined three glasses in a row. Jia Rong saw that the wine glass was not smaller than Haizi, and one glass was equivalent to an ordinary bowl. She rolled her eyes and agreed with a smile.

So Jia Rong talked loudly there, bombarding the city for a while, and the broken corpses fell from the city wall like dumplings, and if they got close, they would be hit on the head by the broken leg. Everyone swallowed and spit, looked at The dumplings floating in the soup on the table suddenly felt that they were not so delicious; for a while, it was a battle on the plains again, with corpses floating everywhere, blood flowing into rivers, and the plasma from the corpses was covered in a thick layer. It's like being stuck in mud; for a while, there are broken eyes, white brains, and thick bones...

All the pampered dandies want to cry but have no tears, sit and sit uneasy, looking at the delicacies on the table, they have no appetite at all, and some of them who are not able to bear it, ran to the base of the wall and vomited, all the bile came out .

Jia Rong was very satisfied, she hadn't tasted delicate dishes for so many days, at the banquet in the palace, hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at her, even if she was reincarnated from starvation, she was too embarrassed to munch and eat so much. To order something, I have to stuff it between my teeth. Now the table is full of good food, regardless of the source, let's eat it after enjoying it.

So, the banquet that was supposed to cleanse Jia Rong from the wind and dust turned out to be a banquet for Jia Rong alone. He burped until he was full, and sighed contentedly on the chair—it would be better if there was a cigarette! !

The author has something to say: I seem to have said before about whether Jia Rong’s official position started too high, uh, I found this from Baidu. A military champion in the Qing Dynasty was sealed when he came up Three grades, so, I reckon with Jia Rong’s family background, it’s not difficult to perform well Feng’s three grades. Anyway, whether it’s good or not depends on the emperor’s thoughts, (^o^)～