The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 97 Daydreaming
Mrs. Wang sat aside and said "yes". Although her face was calm, her heart was in turmoil for no reason.

She couldn't suppress her thoughts, and words that she shouldn't have said came out of her mouth involuntarily, "Master Jing, I must recognize an heir, so that I can inherit this title."

Xifeng could see Mrs. Wang's thoughts at a glance and felt that Baoyu was the most suitable candidate.

Mr. Jing is never at home, and Baoyu doesn't need to be around to serve or receive training. He can still live in Rongguo Duke's mansion on weekdays and fulfill his filial piety in front of the old lady. Even though he becomes the heir there, nothing will be affected.

Ningguo Gong's mansion usually has few masters, but there are many prospects in Zhuangzi. Jia Zhen is very good at making a living and has accumulated a family fortune. Just looking at the daily expenses there, it is better than here.

It is not as good as the Rongguo Duke's Mansion. There are too many people to eat and use, and there is no way to be frugal. Although the outer frame is not too much, the inner pocket is also exhausted.If two big things happen, I don’t know where to get the money to spend it.

"Who could have expected that something like this happened to Brother Zhen and Rong'er, which almost cost him his title. In my opinion, when choosing an heir, it is better to choose someone who is sensible, filial, and not ridiculous. After such a toss-up, it’s hard to say that it’s going to get us in trouble again.”

After hearing this, Mrs. Wang responded, "Yes, this time, it is really dangerous!"

As she spoke, Mrs. Wang touched her eyes with a handkerchief and asked Xifeng, "How is your sister-in-law Zhen?"

"It's not like that. I often try to persuade her. When such a big thing happened, I used to think that Brother Zhen would come out. Now that everyone is gone, I don't know how she cried."

The old lady said, "It's better to persuade her from time to time. She is also a pitiful person now. She doesn't care about anything else, just for the sake of her filial piety to us women in the past!"

Xifeng responded "Yes", but she didn't agree in her heart.

Thinking that You deserved her husband's death, and it was not someone else who asked her to die. She only listened to Jia Zhen on weekdays, and did not give any advice. She was incompetent, and Jia Zhen did not give any advice if others disrespected her. She has a good face and often openly makes trouble at home. Now that she has caused such a big disaster, does she still have any sense?

Mrs. Wang could tell what Xifeng was thinking at a glance and said, "She is a widow. If we don't take care of her, we won't make others laugh."

"Yes!" Xifeng then decided to go and see her sister-in-law when she had time.

The old lady asked Mrs. Wang, "Look, among these two houses, who is more suitable to be the heir?"

Mrs. Wang thought that based on the old lady's seniority, even if Master Jing had chosen an heir, he would definitely come to listen to the old lady's opinion. She couldn't help but feel moved when she heard the old lady talk about "two houses".

Logically speaking, it's not like there aren't decent legitimate grandsons of Ning Guogong in Dongfu. Jia Qiang is the existing one. Although he can't be Jia Jing's heir, it's not like his heirs can't inherit the title.

Since the old lady was entangled in her heir, she kicked Jia Qiang out of the door.

Come to think of it, the old lady had the same thoughts as herself.

Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "Master Jing has not cared about Zhen'er's affairs in the past. If you choose an heir, you still need to have a supervisor. The children are young and not steady in doing things. If no one is watching, they will make mistakes easily. "

"That's the reason. Although there is Brother Qiang over there, he is incompetent. If you give him a title, he may not be able to keep it. Although there are still a few, they are far away, and it will be difficult to hold on to a small estate. , let alone such a huge family fortune.”

The family fortune of Ningguo Gongfu is eye-catching to talk about.

Mrs. Wang’s voice was trembling, “I don’t know anyone who is so lucky!”

This is indeed a great blessing. The old lady couldn't help but think of Baoyu. If Baoyu can inherit the title of Ningguo Duke, he will get married and start a business in the future, and his two darlings will also benefit, and they will be able to close their eyes when they die.

"Where is the great master over there?"

"Still in the quiet room of Lixiangyuan, they say they are in seclusion!" Mrs. Wang said extremely worriedly, "I called Brother Cong yesterday, and the two of them talked inside for half an hour. I don't know what they said?"

The old lady didn't take it seriously, "I'm just asking how the son of a bitch born to Zhen'er and that bitch is doing. What else can I say? Is it possible that he can still inherit the title?"

Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "No way."

Wang Xifeng smiled and clapped her hands and said, "If he can inherit the title, even I can be the number one scholar. Good things like this are not for those who are blessed that day, and they will definitely not get it!"

Among the two mansions, except for the one with the title of Yusheng, who can have great blessings?

After hearing this, the old lady and Mrs. Wang both nodded with smiles. They couldn't blame the old lady for liking Xifeng. Who can match her ability to make people laugh and say what they want to say?
Xifeng returned to her yard, and Ping'er came up to her. He took off her fur clothes, dusted them off, and asked, "What happy event makes grandma so happy?"

Ping'er handed over a cup of tea, and Xifeng pursed her lips towards the little boy, "Sit down!"

Ping'er knew that Xifeng had something to say. After sitting down, he looked at her.

"The old lady and the second lady are thinking about the title over there. Look, they want Baoyu to inherit the title. The family property in Dongfu is several times thicker than that here. If Baoyu is called Baoyu, Come on, tsk tsk!”

Xifeng couldn't help feeling sour and sighed, "That's better, it saves us living under the same roof. All day long, you plot against me and I plot against you. It's just because of the family property and title that all the brothers have become enemies." , but I am caught in the middle, well, who knows what will happen in the future!"

I'm afraid that neither side can get a good deal!
Ping'er was surprised, "Isn't the second master from our side? How could he go over there to inherit the throne? If I tell you this, I'm afraid..."

Ping'er finally swallowed the word "not nice" and said with a smile, "It's none of our business anyway. As grandma said, I'm afraid this is better. Mr. Jing is also a person who doesn't care about anything, so I accept it. The jue over there still lives here, it doesn’t make much difference.”

There is no need to fight like a black eye, making it difficult for those underneath.

"That's not what I thought. I also hope to settle it quickly. You don't know. Originally, Brother Zhen and Ronger were not dead, but so many people were staring at this title. Now that there are no people, there are no corpses in the prison. People go to get it, and those who keep an eye on the title almost break the threshold of the old lady every day."

Just as he was talking, a little girl came from Rongqing Hall, saying that some sisters-in-law and several ladies came to the old lady's house, and asked Xifeng to go over and greet her.

Ping'er went out and said "come right away". When he came back, he helped Xifeng change clothes and saw Xifeng to the door.

The Rongqing Hall was full of people.

After the first family of the Jia family and the second Duke Ningrong, there were a total of twenty rooms. In addition to the twelve rooms of origin, there were eight rooms in the capital. At this time, the female relatives of each room were all present, and the chairs on both sides were full.

Xifeng went in and talked to each other. The excitement was so lively that Jia Mu was almost cooked. Without exception, they were recommending their children and grandchildren, who were filial, capable, and who wanted to come to their elders all day long. Greetings, madam.

Seeing the ugly appearance, Xifeng couldn't help puckering her lips. She went forward, poured tea for this one and passed snacks to that one, and said with a smile, "Brothers and brothers are all good. The old lady knows that, both of them are The decent great-great-grandson of the Duke of Guo. In the past, when did the old lady not show it off in front of us? She liked it so much that she put all her treasures aside. I am young and I also know that children and grandchildren are filial and capable, which is more valuable than a family with gold and mountains. It makes people happy!”

"That's not the case. The inheritance of our ancestors can only be maintained by one person, one family, and one house. I often tell our boy, I said you should study hard and practice martial arts well. Now it's time to use I won’t need you, but when I need you, if you can’t stand up, I’ll take your skin off.”

An old lady who was a sister-in-law of the same generation as Jia Mu spoke loudly. She was younger than Jia Mu and full of energy. Her voice could be heard in the entire Rongqing Hall. After speaking, there was a sudden silence and everyone left. Look at Jia Mu.

Jia's mother said, "Zhen'er is gone, so it's not good to say this. No matter how he fails to live up to his expectations, he will always be dead. Every time I think of him, everything is bad. He is more filial to me than the serious grandchildren. I am I always feel sad and can’t even eat.”

As he spoke, his eyes were red.

Everyone started to curse again according to the old lady's words, "Young masters are sometimes ridiculous. Who would have thought that it was such bad luck that the homeless man rushed in and the government bumped into him."

An old lady's sister-in-law said, "I heard that it was Brother Cong who brought those refugees in. I heard that Zhen'er wanted to use Brother Cong to respect the clan rules. Could it be that Brother Cong did it on purpose?"

The old lady cursed and said, "Who knows if the one who got stabbed a thousand times was intentional? He was also a ruthless person. Zhen'er refused to reason with him several times, but he even hit Zhen'er!"

"The elder should teach you a lesson. In a family like ours, there is absolutely no disrespect for our elders and filial piety. As the old lady said, no matter how bad Zhen'er was, she never neglected our elders." In the Rongxi Hall, Jia Dairu is sitting at the top, and on the chairs on both sides are Jia Jing, Jia Chi, Jia Xiao, Jia Dun, Jia She and Jia Zheng. At the bottom are several senior people standing, namely Jia Lian, Jia Cong, Jia Huan, Jia, Jia Heng, Jia Juan, Jia Chen, Jia Qiong, Jia Lin and others.

Seeing Jia Cong, Jia She scolded, "You bastard, what are you doing here? What does this matter have to do with you? Could it be that you drank the ecstasy soup and daydreamed about going to Dongfu to inherit the title?"

Jia Cong raised his eyelids and glanced at Jia She, walked out, saluted, and turned to leave.

"Cong'er!" Jia Jing stopped him, waved his hand to him, told him to stand back, and said to Jia She slowly, "It's too early to say this now. Although the family can discuss who the heir will be, it will still be decided in the end. The two houses agree.”

Since Jia Jing helped speak, now that Jia Zhen is dead, the position of clan leader has fallen to Jia Jing again. He will not be given to the heir until the heir is decided. Jia She must not be able to refute Jia Jing's face, so he only said, " If you want to stand, just stand here and if you do anything again, watch how I break your legs!"

Jia Cong lowered his eyes lightly and ignored him for the time being. He didn't need to have a verbal dispute with Jia She, and he couldn't argue with her.Even the emperor can do nothing against the Supreme Emperor. A "filial piety" can kill others, so why should he openly argue?

Jia Dairu only sat in the chief position because of his seniority. He really had no right to speak.His own son was gone, and he only had one grandson. The competition was so fierce that the possibility of having an heir was almost zero.

Besides, if his only grandson is given to someone else, who will inherit his legacy a hundred years from now?

Even if he was willing to give his grandson to Jia Jing as his son, Jia Jing would not dare to take it.

There are a total of eight grandchildren in the Jia family, and not all of them are dead, so how about one of them who can also serve as a grandson?
Everyone had doubts in their hearts, but they couldn't show their eagerness, so they all looked at Jia Dairu and asked him to ask.

"Why is that?"

"Yes, isn't it the Jia family that has the final say on who to choose as the heir of Dongfu? Besides, even if the Supreme Emperor and His Majesty are willing to help us with advice, there are so many children in the family and the palace doesn't know them." Jia Dairu spoke up, and others agreed.

"Early tomorrow morning, the people who will choose the heir will come. Today, I have called you all here to tell you the news. You should make preparations after you go back. Anyone who is interested can come and run for the election. As for who to choose, Don’t choose anyone, just depend on your ability.”

Jia Jing also just got the news. Even though the two palaces had decided on the candidates, he was probably afraid of gossiping outside and interfering in the household affairs of the courtiers, so he went through such a formality.

"Ah, is there such a thing? It should and should be done. The inheritance of our ancestors cannot be handed over to the hands of unworthy descendants casually. If something happens again, we will not be so lucky!" After Jia Dun finished speaking, he saw Jia Jing, Jia She and Jia Zheng both looked at him, and he smiled, feeling that he was a little too proud.

He, Jia Chi, and Jia Xiao are all from the Ningguo Duke's lineage. His descendants Jia, Jia Heng, Jia Juan, Jia Chen, Jia Qiong, and Jia Lin are all eligible to inherit. Among them, Jia Chi only has one son, Jia Xiao, and Jia Xiao has two. Son, he alone has three sons. In terms of numbers, his hopes are greater than those of others.

"I wonder what the selection method is? Who are the people coming?" Jia Zheng asked.

In total, he only had one son, Baoyu. Although Jia Zhu also left a brother Lange and Jia Huan, if Baoyu gave birth to an heir, he would not be able to cut off his incest. But who is Jia Zheng? He is a descendant of Duke Rong Guo. If he goes to the Chengning Duke's palace for a title, will he still have the face to meet people in the future?

The common people will spray him to death!

"Why are you asking these questions? Are you interested?" Jia Xiao teased nervously.

Jia Zheng was very unhappy. He was stroking his beard and didn't know how to speak. Jia Cong thought that he usually took care of him, so he helped him, "Since the imperial court sent someone here, he must have an official position. When the time comes, there will be no need for him." The second master is here to entertain, so I can find out who is coming in advance so that I can make preparations."

Jia Zheng nodded slightly and glanced at Jia Cong with admiration, "You also have an official position, so come with me to entertain guests tomorrow!"

After Jia Zheng finished speaking, Jia She sneered and said, "There is no need to praise him like this. What kind of guests can he entertain? Who can take him seriously if he doesn't respect his elders? Let Baoyu and Brother Huan come out to see him seriously." In the world, I think Huan'er is pretty good!"

Jia Huan snorted and lowered his head when he saw everyone looking at him. His eyes were moving around, showing no signs of stability.

Jia Zheng looked at Jia Cong, with straight shoulders, raised head and chest, eyes downcast, as green as a spring willow, bright as a bamboo in the wind, with an unparalleled appearance and temperament. He disliked Jia Huan even more, and couldn't help but sigh, wishing he could take Jia Cong's name. Huan and Jia She replaced Jia Cong.

Even if it were to be exchanged for precious jade, he would be willing to give it up.

"The emperor did not say clearly that no matter who comes, he must be accompanied by an official from the Ministry of Etiquette. I am a person who is used to being clean, and I don't want to cause trouble in your quarrel. Tomorrow, whether it is the assessment or the selection, it is all in the West Mansion. Bian, I’ll ask the two gentlemen to help entertain us when the time comes.”

Jia Jing was about to leave when he was stopped again, "Please tell me clearly. Has anyone in the palace told me what the plan will be if I want to stand for election?"

Jia Jing didn't even raise his eyes, "I don't care about any of this. You can discuss it among yourselves. I don't want to get involved in your affairs!"

There was still a lot of noise in Rongqing Hall, and everyone was following the old lady's words and talking about Jia Cong. Such a person must not be able to inherit the title. Not only is it related to the title, but also the title of clan leader, he must be filial.

Each of them talked about the good things about his family, how he was filial, how he was sensible, how he studied, and how his grandfather repeatedly said good things to him in school.

A maid walked in quickly and saluted, "Old lady, the old lady and the gentlemen over at Rongxi Hall have discussed it and said that tomorrow the imperial court will send someone to choose an heir for Dongfu!"

When he said this, even Jia Mu was stunned and asked, "Why did the imperial court send someone to choose?"

Shouldn't it be the family that sends the person up, and the emperor demarcates it?
"Master Dongfu said that he is used to being a pure person and does not want to make trouble in this situation. Officials from the Ministry of Etiquette will also come tomorrow, as well as the imperial envoy appointed by the emperor. Let the two masters here entertain and select the person. It’s over here too.”

Everyone knew that it must be Jia Jing who gave up his choice, and the palace decided to send someone. Firstly, it seemed fair, and secondly, they were afraid that another inappropriate choice would cause trouble in the future.

The old lady wanted to scold Jia Jing for being "confused", but when the words came to her lips, she said to several sisters-in-law and juniors of the same generation, "In this case, it is useless for us women to say more, we have already been making trouble today." , If you have other ideas tomorrow, send them here, it all depends on the court’s wishes. "

Jia Cong returned to his small courtyard and talked about this with Aunt Zhong. There were only two people in the room. Aunt Zhong held her son's hand and said eagerly, "If my son can go to Dongfu to inherit the title, wouldn't it be great? good?"

On the other side of Dongfu, there was no mother-in-law above her, and when she passed by, it was Jia Jing's son.Although Jia Jing is also confused, he is at least a double-ranked Jinshi. He only practices Taoism and does not harm others. He is much better than Jia She.

"The son thinks so too. When this is done, the son will try to take the mother over."

Aunt Zhong said in her heart that there was no such reason. She was Jia She's aunt, so there was no reason for her to go with her son. She just smiled with tears in her eyes and said, "I am extremely contented to be able to look forward to this day. As long as my son is lucky, No more having such a father is the blessing of Bodhisattva.”

Maybe she saw the light of day, Aunt Zhong said with tears, "People like the eldest master are really rare in life. Speaking of it, the eldest master is really sorry for Dongfu. If it weren't for the eldest master, how could Mrs. Dongfu do it?" Have you gone?"

After talking in a hurry, Aunt Zhong woke up and stopped talking.

However, Jia Cong was like a thunderbolt. Researchers of red studies have always thought that when Jiao Da said "the adopted brother-in-law adopts a brother-in-law", he was referring to Youshi and Jia Lian, or perhaps even Xifeng was suspected of being involved, but did not want to hide something else.

Jia Cong asked curiously, "What does mother mean, sister Xichun is originally the daughter of... the eldest man?"

Aunt Zhong sighed, "I shouldn't have said these words to you. You are old enough to know some things, and you are aware of them. Back then, Mr. Dongfu Jing went to Xuanzheng Temple, and Mrs. Dongfu Staying at home, I don’t know how to travel here and there, so... I got pregnant. Mr. Jing didn’t recognize it. Mrs. Dongfu was probably ashamed and died in childbirth. The child was said to be from Dongfu, and she had raised her over the years. In the old lady’s house.”

It is Xichun.

When Aunt Zhong said this, she felt as if she had eaten a fly. Seeing the unbelievable expression on Jia Cong's face, she regretted saying this and said, "Just listen to my son. The great master has done so much and lost so much." It's a matter of conscience, but when I think about this, I feel that my son is not worth it. My son is a jade-like person, but he has such a father. Fortunately, there is finally a way out."

Jia Cong came back to his senses and comforted Aunt Zhong, saying, "Mom, don't think about this. A son can't choose his father, but he may choose what kind of person he becomes. The so-called hero doesn't care about his origin. The things he does are his and theirs." The son has nothing to do with it. Moreover, what happened in the past is not something that the mother can control. The mother does not need to blame herself."

He still had doubts in his mind, so he asked thoughtfully, "But my son, Jing Jing, doesn't have much hatred towards the elder."

At least they can still talk to each other.

(End of this chapter)