Red Mansion, Ningfu Scholarly Family

Chapter 13 Jia Rong: Details

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After checking in in before Master Jia Zhen to fulfill his filial duty, Jia Rong left the yard. Just as he reached the gate of Hui Garden, he heard a cough coming from inside from afar. The sound was so small that if Jia Rong had not been very sensitive to coughs recently, he would not have noticed it.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Originally, Jia Rong was not going to pay any attention to it, but seeing the thick smoke rising in the distance, he had to hurry over.

Could it be a fire?

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Yuanyang was fanning herself desperately with a small fan in the thick smoke. As the most respectable deputy lady in the Rong Mansion, although she did not make the fire herself, she often saw the little maid making the fire.

The little girls dozed off while casually putting a few pieces of wood into the stove and fanning it a few times, and the fire started.

She had filled up the firewood and her hands were sore from fanning herself!
However, there was nothing in the stove except smoke that kept coming out.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Yuanyang wanted to go to the fourth girl and beg for mercy.
She knew that the Fourth Young Lady was deliberately bullying her, and as long as she begged for mercy, she would definitely let her go, even for the old lady's sake.

Just for the sake of face...

"Hey……"

"What are you doing?"

Someone patted her shoulder from behind. Yuanyang was startled and turned around. It was Master Xiaorong from the East Mansion.

But Uncle Xiaorong obviously didn't recognize her because of her dirty appearance.

"If you don't know how to light a fire, go somewhere else. Why are you arguing with a stove here?"

Jia Rong stepped forward and pulled out a few pieces of firewood from the stove. The dying stove finally got some air and was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

When Yuanyang saw that Jia Rong lit the stove in just a few moves, she was immediately impressed.

I didn't expect that Uncle Xiaorong could even make a fire!

He is indeed a well-known filial son. I believe he must have personally prepared medicine for Uncle Zhen many times.

"Who asked you to light the fire?"

Jia Rong saw that although this girl had a dark and disheveled face, she still had a very good temperament, a slender waist, a graceful figure, and the slightly white skin on her wrists did not look like that of a rough servant who often worked outside to make fire.

"Yes... Fourth Miss."

Yuanyang lowered his head and replied.

Jia Rong immediately realized that this was Xichun disciplining the disobedient maid.

But it's okay to discipline the maid, but you can't let her make the fire. It's dry and it would be bad if the garden gets caught on fire.

"Forget it. I see you are not the kind of person who can make a living. You should just come back with me."

"Ah?" Yuanyang was stunned for a moment: "But I..."

Jia Rong knew what she was afraid of.
She was simply afraid that Xichun would punish her again in the future.

But Xichun would definitely give him face, so she interrupted with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I'll say a few good words for you later. As long as it's not a big mistake, I think it will be fine."

"Do you still want to light a fire here?"

"No, no." Yuanyang shook his head: "I don't want to light the fire."

She really didn't want to light the fire, so she followed Jia Rong without even bothering to clean up.

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Ning Mansion, Hui Garden, and Qinfang Pavilion.

The afterglow of the setting sun had already fallen, and two bright girls were drinking tea in the pavilion, waiting for someone.

Xichun smiled and said, "Brother Rong should be back by now. He never hangs out outside after school."

"Ok!"

Lin Daiyu sipped her tea and nodded slightly.

Xichun added: "But he must go to his father's place first."

Lin Daiyu asked, "How is Brother Zhen's illness?" Xichun frowned and said, "I heard that he is getting better, but he still has a cough. It's really hard for Brother Rong. He has to go to the academy to study and come back to find a doctor for the master."

Daiyu smiled and said, "Brother Da Rong is a very filial son. I believe that Brother Zhen will get better soon."

Xichun said, "I hope so. I heard that Grandpa broke one of his legs. He may have to walk with a limp from now on."

She actually had no feelings for her brother Jia Zhen and was far less affectionate than her nephew Jia Rong.

Lin Daiyu was about to speak when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a handsome young man in a blue shirt coming in from the corridor in the distance, followed by a dusty maid.

"hehe!"

Lin Daiyu chuckled: "It's really hard for Rong'er. It's fine for him to serve medicine to his master after school, but he even took the time to save the beauty."

Xichun patted her chest and said fearfully, "I just wanted to send her away so that we sisters could have a good talk, but who would have thought that she would really go to light the fire? Fortunately, Rong'er called her back, otherwise I would have offended the old lady in the west. Amitabha, I was really scared to death."

Lin Daiyu was speechless after hearing this.

Xichun relied on the favor of the old man from the East Palace and basically turned a deaf ear to the words of the old lady from the West Palace.

The old lady was also helpless about this, as she did not have the right to discipline Xichun.

Sometimes she even had to ask Xichun to step in.

As the eldest daughter of the Ningguo Mansion and the legitimate daughter of the Minister of War, Xichun's status is undoubtedly much higher than that of Yingchun and Tanchun.

"Aunt, Miss Lin."

Jia Rong stepped forward and bowed briefly to the two of them.

"Brother Rong."

When she saw Jia Rong, Xichun immediately smiled.

Lin Daiyu raised her eyes and asked with a half-smile, "Is it Miss Lin or Aunt Lin?"

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been fooled, since she has such good ears.

Jia Rong smiled and said, "Of course it's Aunt Lin. How did you find time to come here and play today?"

Lin Daiyu smiled and said, "Why? Can't I come over to play?"

Xichun said, "You are so disrespectful. I invited your Aunt Lin here, so you just need to serve her well."

Jia Rong sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. "How do I serve you? Tell me in detail."

The filial son is good at taking care of his sick and lame master, but to be honest, he doesn't really know how to take care of his aunt.

Xichun smiled and said, "You don't need to serve tea or water. There is only one thing. Sister Lin said that summer is coming soon and it is very stuffy in the kitchen. Please come up with an idea."

Lin Daiyu nodded and said nonchalantly, "It's a bit stuffy inside the green gauze cabinet."

It turned out to be the case.

Jia Rong did not point it out, but smiled and said, "Isn't it simple? If you feel bored inside, can't you just move out?"

Lin Daiyu was speechless.

Could it be that this nephew has become stupid because of studying too much?

Xichun glared at him angrily: "Your house, you can just move if you want? You've read so many books in vain, don't you understand the principle of 'the guest should follow the host's wishes'?"

Jia Rong smiled and said, "Don't worry, little aunt, this is the worst option. I have a better option."

Xichun said angrily: "Why don't you just tell me the best plan? Why do you have to come up with a bad plan to make me angry?"

Jia Rong smiled and said, "The best strategy needs to be explained in detail. Come closer."

"What's the plan?"

Xichun leaned forward with her little head.

Lin Daiyu hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward to listen.

Jia Rong dipped his finger in the tea, wrote a word with just four strokes, looked at Lin Daiyu and said with a smile: "You know, some people don't like you living in Bisha Kitchen either."

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(End of this chapter)