Red Mansion, Ningfu Scholarly Family

Chapter 245 Jia Zhen: You are not Rong Ge'er

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"Everyone, I have some family matters to take care of, so I'll excuse myself first." Ye Xiang stood up and said calmly.

Everyone stood up quickly.

"Prime Minister Ye, please go and get busy."

"Mr. Ye, please do as you please."

Soon Ye Xiang came to the study.

The butler respectfully handed over an envelope.

Ye Xiang opened it, read it quickly, and then read it again carefully.

It was just as he expected.

The Tartars faded away on their own.

He Yuanqiu did not dare to hide this from him.

Of course, He Yuanqiu didn't dare to hide it from Ye Xiang.

Because there is a threshold that cannot be crossed.

The merit of killing 10,000 enemies needs to be inspected and verified by the people of the Ministry of War before it counts. Where can we get 10,000 Tartar heads?

Only Ye Xiang can help him get away with it.

Especially the part about Jia Jing!
In the study, after reading the letter, Ye Xiang placed it on the candle flame. After a while, the letter burned into a handful of ashes.

He Yuanqiu, he must help.

Especially after this incident, He Yuanqiu's handle fell into his hands, and he had become completely his!
Furthermore, he needed a man like He Yuanqiu who was both civil and military to step forward, take control of the military power of the nine frontiers, and increase his voice in the court.

Therefore, no matter whether He Yuanqiu is truly talented or just got lucky, it is enough that he achieved this military feat.

However, it is basically impossible to hide this matter from Jia Jing.

Ye Xiang thought about it and muttered to himself: "It seems that Lin Ruhai will have to go to Beijing to take power."

Lin Ruhai was sent to Beijing to take power, and He Yuanqiu was awarded a title in exchange for his military achievements.

Lord Jia shouldn't object.

Of course, this still requires the two to discuss privately.

If that doesn't work, he can add some more chips...

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Ou Garden.

There is a valley surrounded by rockery. The ice and snow have not melted yet, and the whole place is white. A misty stream flows out from the cracks in the rocks between the mountains and gathers into a pool in the center.

The pool was shrouded in mist, and its depth could not be seen. All around it were natural bluestone slabs, which had been washed clean by the stream.

"How is this place?"

Ye Lian sat down directly on a bluestone slab beside the pond, swinging her feet, not caring at all about the little bit of mud sticking to her collarbone.

"What a wonderful point."

Jia Rong clapped his hands in praise.

"It's a pity that it's too cold at this time of year, otherwise I would definitely go play in the water."

Ye Lian smiled and said, "You and I have the same idea. My uncle used to treasure this place. He would feel distressed for a long time even if you just stood by it, let alone go down to play."

"In his words... this place can only be viewed from a distance, not played with."

Jia Rong threw a small stone into the water, which made a splash, and said seriously, "How pedantic! How can playing become obscene?"

Ye Lian nodded slightly and picked up a small stone and threw it in.

"Boom."

A small splash of water.

Patting the dirt off his hands, Ye Lian smiled happily and said, "I thought so too. My uncle is too conservative. Later, he designated this place as a forbidden area and did not allow us to come and play."

“Which is better, enjoying happiness alone or enjoying happiness with others?”

Jia Rong said, "It's better to share it with others."

Ye Lian smiled and said, "So, from now on, you can come whenever you want. I'll tell the old servant who's guarding the door."

Jia Rong: "Your uncle..."

"I mean, if I come here and happen to see your uncle coming home, then..."

Ye Lian smiled.

"Three to five years, you won't be able to come back."

"Here it is for me."

Jia Rong nodded.

Understood.

I mean, this is the dowry.

……

After playing outside for a day, Jia Rong returned home when the sun was setting.

I first went to the east courtyard to take a look at Peifeng.

"How is the master?"

Pei Feng frowned slightly and said, "It looks like he's getting better and better. He doesn't hurt anymore, but..."

Jia Rong: "What?"

Pei Feng said: "Sometimes he is a little confused, and he even said that he saw the madam, and the old lady came to see him."

Jia Rong: “…”

Madam is Jia Rongdu’s mother, Mr. Zhen’s first wife, who has passed away for many years.

The old lady is Master Zhen, and Aunt Xichun's mother, who has not been around for many years. They are all from "that side".

"Master, Master, do you still recognize me?"

Jia Rong walked forward and pushed Master Zhen on the bed.

Master Zhen sat up in shock and pointed at Jia Rong and asked, "Who are you?"

Jia Rong: “…”

I am confused indeed.

"I'm Rong Ge'er."

Jia Rong came forward and said with a smile.

Jia Zhen opened his eyes wide, pointed at Jia Rong and said, "Bullshit, you are not Rong Ge'er!"

"You are definitely not Rong Ge'er."

"I see you!"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Jia Rong. He looked very scary and no one knew what he saw.

Jia Rong was very calm, and said to Pei Feng beside him: "It seems that the master is really confused. If I am not Rong'er, who am I?"

Pei Feng nodded and said, "Master is starting to get confused again. This happens a lot these days. You don't need to think too much about it."

"I'm not confused!" Jia Zhen suddenly perked up, staring at Jia Rong and gritting his teeth, "Who are you? Why did you come to my house pretending to be Rong'er? What's your intention?"

Jia Rong: “…”

Just when Jia Rong was speechless, a cold snort suddenly came.

"Humph!"

"Stupid thing!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

It turned out that Jia Jing had just left the court and came to see how his son was doing.

I didn’t expect to hear my son’s mind completely confused when I walked in!
He actually refused to acknowledge his eldest grandson!
This is really unreasonable.

No son is okay.

But I can’t live without my eldest grandson!

When Jia Zhen saw the master, he shuddered all over and fell on the bed, mumbling nonsense: "The old lady is here, old lady, please save me, the master is going to beat me again, wuwu..."

"No, I don't want to go there!"

"Don't pull me..."

Everyone: "..."

Jia Jing sighed and said to Jia Rong, "I'm here. You should go back and rest. Take care of yourself and don't waste your spring time."

Jia Rong quickly agreed.

Exit the East Courtyard.

My heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

Over the years, he has come to think of himself as Jia Rong.

But deep in his soul, there is always a past life self.

It is said that when a person is about to die, he can see things that are invisible to him. Could it be that Master Zhen can really see something? Or is he really completely confused?

With this question in mind, Jia Rong didn't sleep well for half the night and even had a nightmare. Master Zhen turned into a fierce ghost and came to capture his soul...

"call!"

Jia Rong suddenly sat up in shock.

Qingwen, who was always a light sleeper, woke up immediately, lit the lamp, put on a small dress, came forward, looked at Jia Rong with concern and said, "Did you have a nightmare? Your head is sweating."

"Yes, I had a dream."

Jia Rong took the handkerchief handed to him by Qingwen and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly cursing himself for being useless.

What are you afraid of?
I am Jia Rong.

As for Master Zhen turning into a ghost...

Pooh!
What the hell!
I am a disciple of saints who reads the books of saints.

The son does not talk strangely and forcefully.

"Have some tea, sir."

Qingwen brought the teacup.

Jia Rong took the teacup and took a sip, then said, "I'm fine now, you can go and have a rest."

"Ah."

Qingwen nodded and said with a smile, "If you are scared, I will come and sleep with you."

"Okay, I'll let you take advantage."