Uncle Rong kept this matter in his heart and speculated on King Zhongshun's intentions. The good and the bad were listed one by one, but upon closer inspection, they didn't quite match up.

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

Brother Rong approached him, but Jia Zheng did not offer any useful opinions or suggestions. He only said: "You can handle it yourself. If there is any trouble, I will go to the East Palace again."

Well, Uncle Rong has nothing to say.

Go to Jia She? Forget it, this guy is not even as good as Jia Zheng.

It's not like Uncle Rong hasn't thought about other people, such as Jia Mu, Wang Xifeng, etc. But they are all the heads of the inner house and don't care about the affairs of the outer house. Is it possible that because of this matter, Sister Feng is asked to write a letter to the Wang family?

But will the Wang family really treat the Jia family wholeheartedly? Even so, what if the Wang family is the culprit that caused the two houses to be ransacked?

Is it possible to follow the Wang family all the way to the dark side?

Brother Rong returned to Ningguo Mansion with conflicting feelings, so he had no choice but to go to the clean room next to the ancestral hall.

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

Jia Jing sat meditating like an immortal, holding a fly whisk in his hand. He opened his eyes after hearing Brother Rong's voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jia Rong told Jia Jing what had happened in the past few days one by one, and asked: "This King Zhongshun specifically asked Lai Sheng to send a message back. Does it have a profound meaning? Could it be that King Zhongshun is showing hostility to Ningguo Mansion? Or maybe it is?"

Is it a sign of goodwill?"

In fact, Rong Geer thinks that it should be impossible to show goodwill. Why should a dignified prince go to show goodwill to the declining Ningguo Mansion? It is not a mistake. But there is no need to show enemies. It is the palace's fault in the first place. If you really want to do this, it will make you appear loyal.

Wang Xiaojia is angry. Does King Zhongshun not care about his status as a prince?

Jia Jing shook his head slightly, "Rong'er will just handle such common matters."

What the hell...

Jia Rong's mood at this moment could not be described in words. She only shouted one word in her heart: Grass!

He left the clean room extremely depressed. He looked at the sly-looking young man at the door and hurriedly saluted, and was not in the mood to pay attention to him.

In the next two days, Brother Rong did not receive any news from King Zhongshun, nor did the palace send anyone.

But something happened in Ningguo Mansion that made Uncle Rong feel bad. The boy he met in the clean room the day before yesterday died. This morning, the maids found the body in a small river in the garden near the clean room.

"But a servant is gone, so why should you be upset about it? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's your wife's birthday. Manager Lai has already sent someone to bury that thing, so there's no need to worry about it anymore." Mrs. Youshi persuaded.

Brother Rong couldn't help being in a bad mood. He asked about the situation early this morning. It turned out that the boys who were taking care of the master in the clean room stole wine together at night and drank too much. As a result, the guy slipped and fell into the river and drowned.

Although Jia Rong had asked Lai Sheng to send all the other boys who stole the wine last night to farm on the farm, he was still upset.

The servants in the mansion are really outrageous.

Uncle Rong came to Lai Sheng and asked: "Is this the kind of housekeeper Lai is?"

Lai Sheng was sweating profusely, hunched his waist, and said with a sad face: "This old servant cannot be blamed for this. I will strictly discipline my servants in the future and never let something like this happen again in the house."

Uncle Rong gritted his teeth and said coldly: "For the sake of your grandma, I will spare you this time. Next time, even if your grandma begs to go to the ancestors of Xifu, I will not

I want to send you to a cement kiln and become an old craftsman grinding ash."

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

Uncle Rong then ordered Manager Lai to prepare fine food, strange fruits, arrange the rehearsals of the invited theater troupes and other matters. Jia Rong then returned to the courtyard and sent Queer Ruizhu to Xifu to invite the wives, grandmothers and girls from various families.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquets of the two mansions and Keqing's birthday were all held together in Huifang Garden of Ningguo mansion.

The banquet was nothing special, and they didn't even send cards or gifts to other families. They were just held by the two houses themselves. The ladies, grandmothers and girls just played with chrysanthemums in the yard, sipped tea, watched a show and drank wine.

The gentlemen from the West Mansion had to wait until later in the afternoon to light the lamp before arriving, and it was just a dinner for men and women separately. The gentlemen then went to the Xuanli to have fun, and Brother Rong was about to follow.

But he was stopped by Baoyu who was sitting with the girls in the inner room. It turned out that the ladies and girls in the inner room had become interested and imitated the elegant scholars in reciting poems and writing poems. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so everyone suggested writing some poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Today, there are the mother and daughter of the Xue family and the aunt of the Shi family in the inner room. It is not convenient for Brother Rong to go in. He can only say through the curtain: "Everyone is having fun, Rong'er has gone to take care of the gentlemen."

Brother Rong also knew how well educated he was, and when it came to poetry, he was probably not as good as the other little aunts in the inner room, so how could he dare to show his shame. Just as he was about to sneak away, Baoyu ran out and held him back.

"Brother Rong, just compose one. Everyone doesn't know about Brother Rong's poetry skills, so we are looking forward to seeing it."

Jia Rong felt that this little fat guy must be taking revenge on her. Yesterday, she went to the free school to find Duan Lang, and this little fat guy kept chatting beside her. When she heard that Duan Lang was going to leave school, she kept Qin Zhong to make up for two more years.

After an hour of schoolwork, the little fat man became even more embarrassed.

Uncle Rong was thick-skinned and picked up the wine glass he had just poured from the table. "Second Uncle Bao spared his nephew this time. Although my nephew has the name of a supervisor, he has not read a few books and is not as good as Bao."

Second uncle’s qualifications for becoming the number one scholar.”

Brother Rong glared at Baoyu and drank the wine.

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

Baoyu was naturally delighted when he saw it.

"You know he can't write poetry, yet you go and make fun of him." But after listening to Lin Daiyu's words behind the curtain, Baoyu suddenly became depressed again, and hummed in a low voice: "He doesn't study himself, but he forces us to study. He

He only knows how to enjoy himself, but he doesn’t let us enjoy ourselves.”

The little fat man raised his head, put on the posture of an elder, and educated Brother Rong: "Brother Rong is now a master, and he will have to have these contacts with various families in the future. Poems, lyrics, and songs cannot be left behind, and don't let outsiders

Several people laughed at us."

Uncle Rong cursed in his heart, he was done with this thing, but he didn't want to leave. He could only agree to compose a song to open the eyes of the ladies, grandmothers and girls in the inner room before leaving.

Baoyu said again: "Brother Rong, you can't copy other people's work, you have to make it yourself."

Damn it, I won’t copy it, I’ll be damned if I can compose poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival myself. I thought about the few poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival that I could remember in my mind, and Su Dongpo’s definitely couldn’t do it, and neither could Xin Qiji.

It's all because he didn't read enough books in the past, but now when he needs time, he can't even remember a Mid-Autumn Festival poem after the Ming Dynasty. Through the curtain, he met the worried eyes of a few people close to him in the inner room. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he was still a little bit shy.

Ear fever.

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

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

"Every year in the blue sea, I want to ask, who is the ice wheel for? When I blow a piece of autumn fragrance, the light is as clear as snow. I look at it in sorrow, and I know that the good days and good nights have all turned into sorrow. It is only a shadow now, and it is worthy of facing the bright moon of the old days.

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Playing hide-and-seek in the flower path, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing Wuye..."
Chapter completed!