The filial son of the Red Mansion

When Youshi asked about Qin Keqing's return home, Jia Rong and Keqing repeated what they had said before, and Youshi let them make the decision themselves.

Jia Rong said considerately, "Madam went to bed late last night, so let your daughter-in-law accompany you back to the front yard first. I will go and pay my respects to the master, and then tell Madam what happened to Aunt Feng last night."

You was quite surprised and was stunned for a moment, and finally a faint smile appeared on her face. "Rong'er finally knows what's going on."

"Madam, please return quickly. If you catch a cold again, the child will not be well cared for in the mansion."

Jia Rong said it very truthfully.

Yu Shi was amazed and said with emotion, "If the master could see you like this, he would be so happy."

Jia Rong said against his will, "Maybe there have been too many things these past two days, and I suddenly became wise and finally understood that the master had always been doing it for the sake of me. Now that the master is like this... Alas, from now on, I just want to be filial to my wife with my wife."

Youshi was stunned for a long time before she nodded. She told Jia Rong to go to Tianxiang Tower, and she took Qin Keqing to the front yard.

Jia Zhen is really going to die.

This time it is not known through the system, but can be distinguished by the naked eye.

He even doubted whether Jia Zhen could hold on for another five days.

Although Jia Zhen had woken up, the skin on his face had lost all its luster. Lifeless was more than just an adjective.

Jia Rong said, "Aunt Pan is dead."

Jia Zhen paused, and was obviously very sober at this time. He hummed lightly, as if he didn't care. He just frowned and expressed his dissatisfaction in a hoarse and weak voice. "Why didn't Rong'er bring your wife to pay her respects to me?"

Jia Zhen's dissatisfaction was reflected on his shriveled face, which was particularly ugly and disgusting.

If there weren't so many maids watching him, Jia Rong really wanted to smother him to death with something.

"I will bring my wife to see the master." At the funeral!

Chapter 17: The Greedy Cat Steals Ping'er

Reason is a precious thing, and being able to control impulse is an even rarer quality. In many cases, you don't have to control yourself, and you can go with the flow and get what you want.

Wang Xifeng did not restrain herself.

Maybe she never learned to restrain herself, and what happened at night became a big deal in the morning.

She knelt in front of Lady Jia and cried about all the evil deeds of Jia Lian, counting the unclean and filthy servants, wives, gatekeepers, and water-carrying maids that Jia Lian had dragged into the room.

Unfortunately, Wang Xifeng always forgot that Jia Lian was Jia's grandson. Although she, the grandson's wife, was favored in Rongguo Mansion, it was because of Lady Wang and her efficiency, but most importantly, it was because of Lian's status as the second wife.

How many people in the world can truly help others instead of their relatives, let alone Lady Jia who has always been biased?

The old lady heard this and laughed, "I thought it was something serious that made you all fuss all night. Children are young and greedy like cats, so it's inevitable that they won't do this. Everyone has been beaten like this since childhood, and every boy in every family will get a little pissed off. But he ate a few more bites, so why is he jealous?"

After Grandmother Jia had determined the nature of the matter, Lady Wang and Lady Xing also came to talk about Sister Feng.

Mrs. Wang, Fengjie's aunt, scolded her, "It's just a small matter, but you've even brought it to the old ancestor. You've been so strict that you don't even let Lian'er touch a maid. How can Lian'er, a man, tolerate this?"

Mrs. Xing, Feng Jieer's mother-in-law, said in a gloomy way, "You have been married for several years, and there is no sign of pregnancy. Why do you cry when Lian'er tries it on someone else?"

After hearing this, Jia's mother glared at Xing, scaring her into silence. It was not the old lady's fault that she did not like Xing, but that Xing had no sense of manners at all.

Grandmother Jia stood up with Wang Xifeng, patted Sister Feng's hand, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll ask him to come and apologize on your behalf tomorrow. Don't go over and embarrass him today."

Wang Xifeng had no choice but to nod. Even though she still felt aggrieved, she had to take this small step.

How could she not see clearly? She was so smart. They were all speaking for Jia Lian, blaming her for making a big deal out of a small matter and losing face. It was a pity that Wang Xifeng was too smart. She knew the origin of her power in Rongguo Mansion and could not disobey Grandmother Jia and the two ladies.

She could only swallow her grievances, wipe away her tears, and continue to obey the orders of Lady Jia and the two ladies.

Without any pause or change of tone, Grandmother Jia immediately asked Wang Xifeng whether the matter in the east had been clarified.

As Wang Xifeng was replying, a maid came up to Mrs. Wang and whispered something to her.

Mrs. Wang was surprised and asked, "Dead?"

The old woman nodded and replied, "He ran out of the Second Mistress's courtyard naked, and then hanged himself in his room."

Mrs. Wang frowned and said, "Give her family five taels of silver and tell them to bury her."

The woman died without alarming anyone. Grandmother Jia did not ask, and neither did Wang Xifeng. It seemed that the matter was over. Wang Xifeng stopped making a fuss and even calmly ordered the housekeepers to conduct a secret investigation in Rongguo Mansion, and sent Ping'er to the East Mansion to help Jia Rong.

No one else knows what Wang Xifeng is thinking.

Jia Rong had already finished his lunch with Youshi and Keqing, then leisurely came to Dengxian Pavilion and looked at the simple coffin placed in the deserted pavilion.

A young man was squatting in front of the coffin, and a scroll was burning in the brazier next to him.

The young man turned around and saw Jia Qiang, whose eyebrows were as beautiful as his daughter's and whose face was even more handsome than his daughter's.

Jia Qiang picked up some paper money with trembling hands and slowly put it into the brazier, saying, "I sent someone to look for her last night."

Jia Rong heaved a long sigh of relief, having understood everything. He also squatted down beside Jia Qiang and added some paper money to the brazier. "May she rest in peace."

[Ding, the second-level treasure box has arrived, please open the treasure box immediately to get the reward! ]

After all, Jia Qiang was only fourteen or fifteen years old. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. The pavilion was also quiet for a long time, with only the sound of the candlelight flickering and the sound of burning paper money.

"Rong'er." Jia Qiang raised his head, his eyes showing nervousness and hesitation, and said slowly, "Don't you want to ask why?"

Jia Rong cast his eyes towards the painting burning in the brazier. From the unburned part, he could tell what style it was. He said, "I have one like this in my room." The person in the painting was Qin Keqing.

Jia Qiang nodded. Smart people never need to explain everything. But he felt that Rong Ge'er was different from before, very different, and even scared him a little.

Jia Qiang said, "When the master passes away, I want to move out of Ning Mansion. Can Rong lend me some money then?"

Jia Rong nodded without asking why.

The fire in the fortune-telling basin became even more intense.

He said, "Send two maids to watch over her, so that nothing will happen. Ask Qiang'er to find a place to bury her tomorrow morning."

No one cared for Aunt Pan's lonely coffin anymore, and none of the people who had once called her sisters came to see it.

Jia Rong opened the second-level treasure chest with little interest.

What I got was a functional reward that I couldn't see any use for.

[Increase underwater breath-holding time by twenty breaths]

Who would go diving for fun? Twenty breaths is only one or two minutes. What can you do with one or two more minutes underwater? Just because Aunt Pan drowned, she got this reward?

It would be better to give a few hundred taels of silver.

I'm afraid the only effect is that you can easily kiss people to the point of suffocation in the future!

How about trying Qin Keqing later?

When Jia Rong returned to the front yard, he saw Ping'er, who had a well-proportioned figure and a pretty face.

"Sister Ping'er, is Auntie here?" Jia Rong hurriedly chased after her, only to see that Ping'er's eyelashes looked like traces of crying. This guy opened his mouth and said, "Who dared to bully our sister Ping'er? I'll go and bury that person for my sister."

Ping Er wiped her eyes quickly and said with a smile, "Master Xiao Rong, what nonsense are you talking about? It's just the cold wind that's blowing."

Jia Rong would never believe it, and thought Ping'er must have been wronged by Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian. Thinking about this, Ping'er was really miserable. Although she was Wang Xifeng's confidant, she was often scolded by Sister Feng. She also had to balance between Sister Feng and Jia Lian, and maintain the dignity of Mr. Lian and Mrs. Lian.

He looked around, but could not see Wang Xifeng, and felt regretful. He secretly grabbed Ping'er's hand and asked with a smile, "Why didn't Aunt come?"

Ping'er had never been touched by a man before, not even by Jia Lian, and her skin went numb all over. She said awkwardly, "My grandmother has led people to investigate in the west, and sent me here to talk to Master Xiaorong about those who will be expelled from the mansion today and those who will be fined monthly wages."

Jia Rong was a thick-skinned man. He dared to grab Wang Xifeng's tiger claws, not to mention Ping'er's tender hands. He grabbed Ping'er's little hand and went to the clean room next door, saying, "Good sister, just list the people, I will give the order later."

Ping'er struggled slightly but failed to get out.

She was two years older than Wang Xifeng and three or four years older than Jia Rong. She had a close relationship with Jia Rong in the past, so it was difficult for her to react. She didn't guess that Jia Rong had other thoughts, but she couldn't stand it, and her ears turned red.

After entering the clean room, he used the excuse of listing the names of people and said, "How can I give you the list if Master Xiaorong doesn't let me go?"

"Oh, I forgot for a moment. Sister Ping's hands were so soft, I thought she was holding my wife's hand!"

What Grandmother Jia said was right: the children are young and as greedy as cats.

Chapter 18: The Filial Son of the Red Mansion

"You dare to tease me and tell me to tell grandma, watch out for your skin."

Ping'er was a little embarrassed and joked, imitating Wang Xifeng's tone and saying "Watch your skin" and she laughed herself out.

She felt that talking to Master Xiao Rong was much easier than getting along with Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian. She smiled and took out a piece of paper from her body. It was the list she had just confirmed with Wang Xifeng.

Jia Rong is definitely a courageous and greedy cat.

In his previous life, when he was reading Red Mansions, his favorite character was definitely not Qin Keqing, nor Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, nor Wang Xifeng. It was Ping'er, the cute, intelligent and kind Ping'er.

Ping'er might not be as stunning as Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai in terms of appearance, nor could she match Qin Keqing's enchanting figure, nor could she match Wang Xifeng's unique temperament. But it was her non-competitive, kind-hearted, and extremely loyal character that really impressed him.

So much so that when Wang Xifeng jokingly asked him to find someone, the first person he looked at was Ping'er.

"Aunt and sister have worked hard. If sister is wronged anywhere, just tell me. Even if that person is aunt or madam, I will go and talk to him."

"You will only add fuel to the fire if you go." Ping'er smiled and changed the subject, "Is Master Zhen feeling better? Madam asked me to come and see if there is anything else you can help with."

Jia Rong said, "Master has woken up today and is able to eat a little. He may be well again in a few days. There is nothing else to do in the east right now. Sister is willing to help. Please take good care of yourself and pass on a message to Aunt for me."

Ping Er smiled sweetly and said, "When did Master Xiao Rong become so sweet? He is totally different from before. What message do you want me to pass on to you?"

Jia Rong said, "I am busy in the east today, so I can't go to the west to pay my respects. I hope my aunt is well. The weather is cold recently, so don't catch a cold."

Ping'er smiled even more brightly after hearing this. "No need to worry. I will pass on Master Xiaorong's message. If grandma scolds you for being a good talker, don't blame me."

"Do not……"

Before Jia Rong could finish his words, Ping'er had already turned and left.

In fact, he wanted to say: There is a cat and a dog fighting in the yard next door, which is very interesting. One of them can do a backflip, and he can do it alone in the room for her to see.

There will always be a chance!

In the past two days, perhaps because the weather was cold, there were fewer cats and dogs fighting. There were also fewer people in Ningguo Mansion. Even those who were in the mansion were trembling with fear and didn't like to laugh or joke.

A lot of things happened in the Ning and Rong mansions in the past two days, some died, some were expelled.

Qin Keqing also gradually became worried, worried about her "bad luck", and secretly shed tears twice. During this period, the master of the Qin family came to visit Jia Zhen once and said a few words of comfort to Qin Keqing, but it was still useless.

Qin Keqing is just this kind of person. She always thinks whether it is her fault or not in any matter, and she will ponder for a long time after hearing some rumors.

Early in the morning. This day,

Jia Rong gently touched her face and comforted her: "My dear wife, I think you are very good. It would be even better if you were more proactive."