Honglouchun

Jia Qiang laughed, and said: "Who can be with Lian Erwan, who can be so powerful?"

There is a word but I didn't say it out. In fact, it is very simple to be stubborn with Jia Lian, as long as I have a beautiful wife.

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Shenjing City, Ningguo Mansion.

After Jia Jing came back from the Taoist temple outside the city, he looked at his son's body, and then at his grandson who was still unconscious and probably about to become a disabled person. This old Taoist who has practiced Taoism for decades, not only did not wake up, but thought it was God helping him Cut off the fetters in the world of mortals, fully realize the enlightenment, and devote yourself to practicing the Tao.

Every day, I would recite scriptures with the Taoist priests in the mansion. After sending off the spirit, I would immediately leave the city and prepare to practice devoutly and ascend to the fairy world.

As for this family business, Jia Rong is not dead, so he will inherit it.

If Jia Rong dies, entrust Jia Mu, Jia Amnesty, Jia Zheng and the elders of the clan to choose a reliable child to inherit.

This absurd statement really caused turmoil in the whole family.

Every day, I don't know how many members of the Jia clan try their best to honor Jia Mu, Jia She and others.

Jia She was very happy, and Jia Zheng was very annoying. Except for the first time or two, Jia's mother never saw each other again.

Mother Jia, who had been depressed and in a bad mood for the past few days, rarely showed a smile today.

In the Hall of Honor, Wang Xifeng arranged all the presents, smiled at Mother Jia, "Look, this granddaughter is not in vain, I'll bring you back New Year's gifts!"

Mother Jia had already read the letter earlier, and said with a smile: "Now I have experienced something, so it can be seen that I have grown up, okay."

Wang Xifeng laughed angrily and said, "It's better than Lian's second elder brother. Sister Lin knows how to send home gifts, but Lian'er doesn't even have a letter."

Jia Mu was more tolerant and said with a smile, "Isn't his name included in the letter?"

Wang Xifeng laughed and said: "His name is just a little bit, Qiang'er is serious and writes again and again. Who would have thought that Qiang'er has such a good fortune, so that Uncle has accepted him as a disciple. Uncle is Tanhualang, the disciple he taught Can there be any difference? Our family may have a Tanhualang."

Jia Mu gave a "bah" and scolded with a smile, "I only think about beautiful things, but he also has this good luck?" Then she nodded at Sister Feng and said, "Don't you think that Lian'er went to the south and only knows how to steal chickens and dogs, and really do things?" It’s still him, Brother Qiang’er is only a little older, what can he do?”

Jia's mother didn't know about the outside affairs and didn't want to pay attention to them, but she was extremely sophisticated about the women's affairs in the back house. One could tell at a glance that Wang Xifeng was ashamed and angry at Jia Lian's inaction in the south. She was such a strong person. , As a result, in Daiyu's letter, she only named a name, saying that it was given together with the annual gift, and nothing else.

Jia's mother also knew in her heart that Jia Lian must be in the south of Gaole and didn't know where her home was, but she still wanted to speak for the eldest grandson.

It's just that she also had something unexpected. She only thought that Sister Feng was annoyed by Jia Lian's failure to live up to expectations, but she didn't expect that Wang Xifeng was actually even more annoyed by Jia Lian's trip to the south in vain. In Daiyu's letter, only the inscription appeared, but in the end the favor was not settled.

But since Mother Jia ordered her, she will naturally not show her traces again, otherwise the old lady will be displeased, and the gain will not be worth the loss, so she changed the subject and said with a smile: "Old lady, there is no one serious in the back house of my uncle now." As the wife of the family, my uncle will definitely be promoted after returning to Beijing, and at that time, there will be many high-ranking families who want to propose marriage there."

Mother Jia's complexion sank when she heard the words, but then she became relieved and sighed: "Yu'er's mother has been gone for several years. If your uncle has not continued the string, even our family can't say anything. The Lin family My ancestor was also from Liehou, and he was a Tanhualang, so noble. When the old man was around, he fell in love with this uncle the most. Your aunt is not blessed, so you can't let him be an old widower all the time? Say kiss, just say Go kiss."

Hearing this, Wang Xifeng rolled her eyes, lowered her voice and laughed, "I shouldn't be a talkative junior, but I should naturally say that I am a relative, but the dowry left by my aunt, should we help Sister Lin keep it?" Okay? I heard that the dowry that the ancestors and the Duke of the country bought for my aunt back then may not be as good as the golden branches and jade leaves in the palace. If there is a newcomer, then... there will be troubles in the future. "

Mother Jia frowned when she heard the words, and wanted to scold, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense...

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Chapter 219 Torn the Skin

Shenjing City, Ningguo Mansion.

Ning'an Hall.

You Shi, who suddenly lost her husband and became a new widow, finally fell ill.

Lying on the sickbed, it has been a day without water.

Jia Zhen's sudden death was indeed cruel to You Shi.

She is just a girl from a poor family, she can marry Jia Zhen as the successor, and become the imperial wife, the mistress of the Duke's Mansion.

No matter how mischievous Jia Zhen is and how she doesn't show her face, for Youshi, Jia Zhen is still the one who changed her destiny.

As long as Jia Zhen is around, her honor will never be less.

But now that Jia Zhen died suddenly, no matter who is next, Jia Rong or someone else, an old lady like her who came from a humble background and had nothing to do in her life is ignored by no one.

The old lady of Xifu can enjoy all the wealth and honor because she gave birth to two sons and one daughter for the Jia family. The successor is her own son, and she is also the eldest lady of the Baolinghou Shi family, how honorable she is!

You Shi and Mrs. Shi are completely different things. Once a new heir is decided, even Jia Rong will not honor her.

Not to mention Jia Rong, don't you see that even Xiao Xichun never treated her like a serious sister-in-law...

One can imagine what her life will be like in the future.

It is very possible that he spent his whole life with the ancient Buddha in a small Buddhist nunnery.

How cruel this is to You Shi, who is only 25 years old!

His mother died early, and his father died. Although there is Mrs. You, she is her father's successor. She brought her two daughters to remarry, and she has no blood relationship with Mrs. You.

He has no children, not even a brother.

A lonely person in the world is not a lonely ghost?

Under such circumstances, Youshi, who had been suffering for several days, could still bear it and fell ill in bed.

"Ma'am, use some porridge..."

As the daughter-in-law, Qin's mother-in-law fell ill, so she had to do her filial piety at the sick bed.

Holding a bowl of porridge, he persuaded weakly.

When Youshi heard this voice at this moment, she felt a pain in her head, and she clenched her hands tightly in hatred, afraid that she couldn't help it and scratched that face.

bitch!

Shameless slut!

If it wasn't for her, how could there be such a disaster in the mansion?

It's just that, right now, the whole family is full of clansmen, so they really dare not make a fuss.

But if you don't say this, Youshi is afraid that she will be stunned to death before she dies of illness.

Therefore, every day, Qin Shi was either sent to scrub Jia Rong himself, take shit and urinate, or let Qin Shi stand in front of her day and night.

In just a few days, Qin's whole body lost weight, but her legs and feet were terribly swollen.

However, even so, Qin Shi never said a word of pain, except for the extremely haggard face and those soul-stirring eyes, the color of sorrow and sorrow grew deeper day by day...