The filial son of the Red Mansion

She said angrily, "I'm talking to your wife, what are you doing here? Take your maid back to Cong Lu Tang."

What the hell!

You really treat me like a beast of burden. I just worked so hard for you and now you are driving me away.

Jia Rong was not willing to leave. He asked Ruizhu to light the light in the room, and then sat beside him without moving.

Qin Keqing thought a lot at this moment, and tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes, and said firmly: "Master, please go back first, and let your wife and aunt have a good talk."

Jia Rong's eyes flashed, and he stood up and walked out of the room, calling Feng'er and Ruizhu, and admonished them: "You two have always been smart and quick-witted. Stay here, first to listen to what grandma and second aunt say, and second to be on guard against them fighting."

As he said this, he gave Ping'er in the room an urgent look.

Seeing Ping'er nod, he felt relieved.

With Ping'er and Feng'er present, there should be no fight. These two girls are very kind. Especially Ping'er, although she is Wang Xifeng's confidant, she has the best overall view. And Ruizhu and Zhu are also there. Even if a fight really breaks out, these two girls can protect Qin Keqing.

Thinking this, Jia Rong came out of Tianxiang Tower, but he didn't walk far. When he saw the door of Tianxiang Tower closed, he went to the side.

The situation in Tianxiang Tower was unexpectedly calm, with no signs of war at all.

Wang Xifeng held Qin Keqing's hand and saw her tears falling like beads. She felt so distressed. She quickly helped to wipe them away and said in a gentle voice, "Why are you crying for no reason?"

Qin Keqing felt that she had endless grievances in her heart, but she didn't know where to start, so she could only let them fall into tears one by one.

But Jia Rong was hiding by the window of the side room, tilting his ear to listen to the noise inside.

Unfortunately, the voices were too quiet, so I couldn't really hear what was being said. After waiting for a long time, I heard Qin Keqing's sobbing voice:

"Aunt is a hero among the women. Even those men wearing belts and crowns cannot compare to you. And you are so dignified that anyone who sees you will like you. And you grew up with him. This closeness is incomparable to outsiders."

At this time, Wang Xifeng's voice came again:

"Who can remember many things from your childhood? Rong'er's eyes turned red just now when she saw you. Everyone saw her distressed look."

Ok?

The girl still had some conscience and knew how to comfort Keqing.

Why is there no sound again?

Jia Rong clung to the window for a while but heard no sound.

He didn't know that Wang Xifeng had already gone up to the second floor with Qin Keqing and was standing above his head, looking down.

"You see, he is afraid that I will bully you. He is as anxious as a monkey. He has lost all his gentlemanly demeanor and is not afraid of being laughed at by the maids and old women in the mansion." Wang Xifeng patted Qin Keqing's hand gently and said, "If you really make the slightest mistake, he will definitely fight me to the death."

Qin Keqing said quietly, "Master is so filial that he would never do that."

Filial piety?

Wang Xifeng's face was full of excitement. She took Keqing back to the room and sat down with her, holding hands tightly and talking for a long time.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, and Feng'er and Ruizhu did not make a sound, Jia Rong knew that there was no fight. He felt relieved and returned to Conglutang. Not long after, he saw Feng'er and Ruizhu coming back.

Unfortunately, no matter how he asked Feng'er and Ruizhu, the two girls refused to tell him what Wang Xifeng and Qin Keqing talked about.

He could only take advantage of the shower time to severely punish the two girls.

It made their mouths so sour that they couldn't speak for the rest of the night.

When Feng'er and Ruizhu woke up the next morning, their tongues were still slightly numb and their lips were even swollen.

Jia Rong wanted to laugh but couldn't, so after lunch he asked someone to bring some medicine and applied it to the two girls' mouths. He also told them to rest in Conglutang today and not go anywhere else, so as to avoid being laughed at.

Feng'er and Ruizhu only felt resentment and helplessness.

At this time, Jia Rong suddenly received a prompt:

[Task completed: Receive Youshi's insincere praise for being "filial", reward: one piece of gold silk soft armor]

Jia Rong was confused at first, then happy.

How come it was suddenly completed?

No need to worry about the hunting expedition at Tiewang Mountain and the review examination!

Chapter 52: Liu Xianglian's Secret Weapon

I wonder what’s going on with Yu Shi?

Under what circumstances did one utter insincere praise?

Jia Rong thought about it for a while, but there was no answer that was 100% certain, so he simply stopped thinking about it for the time being.

Anyway, there will be plenty of time to think about it later!

The most important thing now is to try out the power of this golden soft armor.

Is it really invulnerable?

I did try out that Western musket half a month ago, but it was just so-so in power and not very accurate. If the distance was a little far, it would not hit anyone at all, and if it did hit someone, it would not do much damage.

The worst thing is that you can only load it with a round lead bullet in advance, and its only use is for a life-saving sneak attack in a one-on-one situation.

In fact, he also understood the principle of the Western short-barreled musket. Just like the old-fashioned lighters in his previous life, it relied on striking the flint to ignite the fire, and then the gunpowder exploded to push the lead bullet out of the barrel.

If Jia Rong wasn't afraid that he wouldn't be able to reassemble it after dismantling it, he would really have the urge to modify it.

Impulsiveness was just impulse. The learning machines, televisions, and computers that he had dismantled in his previous life were all broken, so he didn't dare to dismantle the gun rashly now.

He hesitated for a moment, called a few maids to accompany Feng'er and Ruizhu, and then hurried to the archery range.

The place is spacious and there aren't many people around, so no one will notice if there's any noise.

"Use my spear, no, use my gun, shoot my clothes... I'd better not do it."

In the corner of the archery range, Jia Rong quietly took out the reward for completing the task. It was a soft dark gold vest, and it was made of unknown material.

He brought an archery target, spread his vest on it, pulled out the long sword hanging at the entrance of the archery range, and swung it a few times.

Ouch!

"There really isn't a trace at all! Damn it! If I had used this material to write a paper in my previous life, even if it wouldn't have caused a sensation across the country, it would have at least made headlines as news."

"Swords can't cut it, so what about bows and arrows?"

Jia Rong hesitated.

"What if I shoot you to pieces?"

"It's rotten if it rots. If even I rot, it's useless for saving my life."

He placed the target farther away, selected a heavy bow from the side, and stepped back twenty or thirty steps. He nocked the arrow, drew the bow, aimed, and released the arrow.

The arrow hit the soft armor but failed to penetrate the target.

Jia Rong hurried forward to check, picked up the vest and looked at it from front to back, and it was indeed not broken. But there was an arrow mark left on the target, and it was obvious that the target cake was still damaged by the impact of the arrow.

"While it can save your life, it will be very painful!"

Hemp egg!

If it hits my chest, even if I wear this thing, at least two ribs will be broken!

Jia Rong complained for a while and wanted to continue thinking, but suddenly he heard Feng Ziying's voice outside. He quickly put the short-barreled musket and gold silk soft armor into the system warehouse, and then hurried out to meet him.

"Uncle Feng, why are you here so early?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a purple spot on the corner of Feng Ziying's eye. He couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Shi, what happened?"

Feng Ziying smiled bitterly and said, "It was all about hunting. I said I didn't want to go, but my father forced me to go. I didn't expect to run into the son of Commandant Qiu on the mountain. The hawk was lost and the corner of my eye was injured."

Jia Rong looked over and saw that the guy seemed to be very pleased with what he said, and he did not look like someone who had suffered a loss. He said, "The young master of Commandant Qiu's family is obviously not feeling well either."

Feng Ziying chuckled and said, "I guess so. I heard that he was beaten up by two people when he was drinking in Wanhua Tower yesterday. We don't know who did it."

Jia Rong looked at the complacent Feng Ziying, and then at Liu Xianglian who was next to Feng Ziying.

Obviously, these are the two people who beat people yesterday.

Feng Ziying's beating must have been known to his father, so he ran to Ningguo Mansion early in the morning to seek refuge.

Jia Rong bowed and said, "Master Liu is here too. Let's go inside and sit for a while and have some tea." As he said that, he extended his hand and led the two of them into Tianxiang Tower.

Feng Ziying was not shy and said as soon as he sat down: "Xianglian heard that you were practicing archery and came to see you. I hope Rong'er wouldn't mind."

mind?

What's there to mind?

Jia Rong looked at the treasure chest above Liu Xianglian's head.

Well...well, a level one treasure chest is the level of an ordinary acquaintance.

He also remembered that Liu Xianglian was originally a child of an aristocratic family. His parents died early, his family fell into poverty, and he did not like to study, so he became a well-known poor man in the capital, a playboy. He was always straightforward and chivalrous, not particular about details, and loved to play with guns and swords, gamble and drink, and even sleep with prostitutes, play the flute and the zither, doing everything. He was quite close to a group of playboys in the capital.

What a pity, he has no parents and can’t even attend a funeral.

Moreover, Liu Xianglian is a martial arts expert...

Great martial arts skills?

Rong Ge'er immediately bowed and smiled, "It is an honor for the East Palace that the Second Master is willing to come to the East Palace. Now I have a problem. I have heard that the Second Master is a chivalrous and straightforward person, so I want to ask the Second Master for advice."

Feng Ziying had suffered at Tiewang Mountain. Jia Rong could not guarantee that he would not suffer at Tiewang Mountain, so he went to Liu Xianglian to ask for some advice so that he could save himself from suffering and being beaten.

Liu Xianglian was always forthright, and it was hard for him to refuse after hearing this, so he just asked, "Brother Rong, do you have anything to ask?"

Jia Rong was not a shy person, so he said frankly, "I will also go to Tiewang Mountain next year. Even Uncle Feng has suffered. I have a bad reputation in Shenjing City. I don't know how many people will laugh at me or even attack me secretly. So I would like to ask you to teach me two tricks to avoid being attacked."

"Avoiding being beaten?"

Feng Ziying and Liu Xianglian were both speechless.

Xianglian was surprised and said, "Rong'er's ideas are always different from others."

Jia Rong nodded and said, "We won't get into conflict with others. If something happens, it would be a blessing if we can avoid getting hit twice."

If there is someone who wants to do something bad, I will have a gold soft armor on my body and a musket in the system warehouse. If I have a grudge against someone, I can just shoot him secretly and see if he dies. Anyway, I can throw things into the warehouse at any time, and I can kill him at the cost of my life if I anger the emperor.

Liu Xianglian had never seen such a weak-tempered person, and said speechlessly: "Rong Ge'er can do it, right? It's nothing more than not letting others see you, or making others not see you, or making others not be able to hit you."

I can?

What can I do?