After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

In the harem, there are not many people who are as calm and safe as Concubine Duan Gui.

The rest of the concubines, especially those with sons, were more or less bitter about this matter.

Among them, the one with the most sour gas was Concubine Zhen Gui, who was in full bloom.

Concubine Zhen Gui is the granddaughter of Xiaosun, the saint's nanny, who was born with a graceful appearance and a fairy appearance since she was a child.

Because her father's qualifications were not high, Xiaosun could not, and for the sake of the family, he had to send his granddaughter to the palace for draft.

The sage's gratitude to the wet nurse is a part, and Concubine Zhen's own beauty is also a part. She was successfully selected, and she was a concubine as soon as she entered the palace. She can live alone in the first palace, no more living by looking at the face of the lord.

These years, Concubine Zhen's life in the palace can be regarded as going smoothly. She gave birth to a son and became a concubine all the way. After the death of her aunt Sun, she even became a concubine in one fell swoop.

Of course, because of the favor of the biological mother, Zhen Guifei's two sons, the Ninth Prince and the Twelfth Prince, are also favored by saints.

But now it seems that the sage's love for his two sons may not even match the crown prince's fraction.

This made Imperial Concubine Zhen feel very bad, and the servants of the Changchun Palace also tightened their tails, for fear of offending their master.

The prince is in the palace, so he is naturally aware of this.

At this time, the prince said to Jia Jing jokingly: "Look, this is also a high-minded person. I only hope that the son born by her will also be as high-minded as her."

Jia Jing thought to himself: I really let you talk about it, the Ninth Prince was raised by Concubine Zhen, isn't it because his heart is higher than the sky?It's a pity that his eyesight is high but his abilities are low, and his way of doing things is far worse than that of the third prince, not to mention compared with the sixth prince who endured for half his life, first boiled the prince to death, and then boiled the emperor to death.

However, now that the Ninth Prince is still young, Jia Jing just skipped mentioning it, and instead talked about the older ones: "Although the Second Prince has read a lot, he is too weak to pose a threat to anyone. Your Highness only It only needs to be comforted and wooed. On the contrary, the third prince is arrogant and arrogant, and His Highness is afraid that he will use him a lot in the future."

"That's right," the crown prince nodded. "The fourth brother is timid and fearful, and the fifth brother protects himself with absurdity. That's the way it is in this life. The sixth brother is devoted to loneliness, and the seventh brother's birth mother lives with Concubine Duan Gui. Tied to the boat of the third brother. The rest are still young, and they can’t see anything now. If Gu Ruo wants to be wise and protect himself, he really has to rely on the third brother.”

The prince said and laughed himself.

Jia Jing also laughed, and then said: "My father is getting old. These days, the ministers have to be busy with family sacrifices at home. I am afraid that they will hardly have time to enter the palace again. Your Highness, the ministers in Zhan Shi's mansion are very resourceful. Gentlemen, if your Highness has something to do, you might as well discuss it with them."

Hearing this, the prince frowned slightly: "These people..."

Obviously, the prince didn't trust these people very much because of their swaying left and right at the beginning.

Jia Jing persuaded: "No matter what your Highness wants to do, you can't just rely on the little minister and His Highness the Sixth Highness. Since Your Highness has spent so much effort to win over these people, you must let them use their talents. It will still be gone."

"Forget it." The crown prince sighed, and asked again, "Can't we change the matter of Ning Guohou's appointment to the scholars early next year?"

Jia Jing nodded, with a very worried expression on his face: "My father's body is getting dilapidated. The imperial doctor said that if he rests peacefully, he will have five or six years to live. If he works hard... My father wants to see the minister stand firm in the court. Heels."

This is human nature, and the crown prince couldn't say anything more, so he had to ask: "In this case, I'm going back, don't forget to greet Ning Guohou on Gu's behalf."

Jia Jing said, "Don't worry, Your Highness."

Seeing that it was getting late, Jia Jing bid farewell to the prince.

When they came out, they met Li Mo who was patrolling with a group of men. The two exchanged some pleasantries, agreed to have a drink together when Li Mo took a break, and then went straight out of the palace.

Because the Chinese New Year is coming, the court officials are also obedient, and put all the things that can be postponed until the new year, so that the saint can relax.

Therefore, Jia Daihua came back early in the morning, and was looking through the regulations of the clan sacrifices in the past.

Jia Jing visited his mother in the Rongqingtang, and his father in the study, then went back and changed into Yanju's uniform, and went back to the study to discuss and check the details of the sacrificial ceremony with his father.

In fact, these processes are similar every year.

Since Jia Jing was able to walk by himself at the age of three, he has been worshiping his ancestors year after year, and he has been familiar with it for a long time.

However, the major events of the country are sacrificed in Rong, which shows the importance of sacrifice.

Therefore, every year when this time comes, Jia Daihua will take Jia Jing with him to review these procedures and make sure that there will be no mistakes.

And this year is different from previous years.

Because, the sage ordered the Ministry of Rites as early as three months ago, saying that this year there will be a great sacrifice to the ancestors, so that the Ministry of Rites should make early preparations, and asked the Daolu Division to calculate the auspicious day for the sacrifice.

In previous years, the Jia family worshiped their ancestors on New Year's Eve, but this year is not necessarily the case. We have to wait until the date of the royal family's grand ceremony is calculated, and avoid it.

This is not only a respect for the royal family, but also because every time the royal family sacrifices, the sage will order the officials of the third rank and above to perform the same sacrifice, so that the ancestors can see that Daxia is full of talents and the country is stable.

Jia Daihua said: "It is estimated that the Daolu Department will be there in one or two days. When the time for the royal family ceremony comes out, we can do it in three days at night."

"Okay," Jia Jing nodded, "Tomorrow, my son will inform the clan so that everyone can prepare early."

Jia Daihua said: "Taking advantage of this year's sacrifice, I think I will pass on the position of patriarch to you, and you will have to worry about these things in the future."

Jia Jing was startled, and looked at his father worriedly: "Is the master not feeling well? My son will send someone to invite Dr. Wu in the south of the city."

Seeing that he was about to get up and go out, Jia Daihua hastily stopped him: "Come back!"

"Master?" Jia Jing paused, and looked at his father disapprovingly, "Master, don't shy away from medical treatment. My son is still young, and I have to take care of many things at home."

"Oh~" Jia Daihua sighed, "Come back, I'm fine. But, these things will be handed over to you sooner or later. While I'm still strong enough, I'll let you get started early, so as not to be rash in the future Take over, hustle and bustle."

Only then did Jia Jing feel relieved, sat back down, and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, my son would rather be respectful than obedient."

Jia Daihua also smiled: "This is serious."

Early the next morning, Jia Jing greeted his parents, and accompanied the elders to dinner, then went to the West Mansion to explain the situation to Jia Daishan.

When he arrived, Rongguo Mansion had already had breakfast, and Jia Daishan was leading Jia Zheng to read "The Analects of Confucius" in the study.

The three greeted each other, and Jia Jing wondered, "Why didn't you see brother She? I saw him a few days ago, and he said that he had finished reading "The Analects of Confucius", and asked me to find other books for him to read."

Jia Daishan showed a satisfied smile at first, then remembered something, frowned and said: "That evil man has no restraint, he ate his stomach badly, and is laying his corpse on the couch."

"So that's the case. I'll go and see him later."

Jia Jing nodded in understanding, and told Jia Daishan why he came here, "Because the royal family will have a big sacrifice this year, the priests in our family will avoid it. My master sent me here to explain to my uncle and agree You don’t have to prepare the sacrificial offering so early, it won’t be too late when there is news from the Daolu Division.”

Jia Daishan said: "This is what it should be."

After finishing the business, Jia Daishan asked him if he could adapt to being an errand in the East Palace, and if anyone bullied him that his face was tender and made things difficult for him.

Since he joined the East Palace as an errand, almost every time they met, Jia Daishan would ask about this and tell him some experiences and lessons.

Although Jia Daihua would teach him these things, it was Jia Daishan's wish after all, and he was grateful in his heart.

Jia Jing naturally understood Jia Daishan's thoughts.

He is taking care of himself like this now, just thinking that after his two sons become officials in the future, he, who has been an official for many years, can reciprocate and take care of his sons.

But Jia Daishan didn't know that Jia Jing had already made up his mind to return his remaining shadow to his eldest son Jia She.

As for Jia Zheng, as long as Shi is partial to his youngest son for a day, Jia Jing feels that he is already doing him a favor if he doesn't trip him up.

Jia Jing asked a few more questions about Jia Zheng's homework, and asked skillfully at a level slightly higher than Jia Zheng's critical point.

Needless to say, Jia Zheng, who can only study hard, naturally stumbled, which was very unsatisfactory.

But neither Jia Daishan nor Jia Zheng himself could hear Jia Jing's deliberate attempt to make things difficult.

Because the questions he asked were all learned by Jia Zheng.

It can be said that Jia Jing had read so many books in his previous life, and finally he did not read them in vain.

He could already imagine what Jia Zheng would face after he left.

He didn't feel ashamed to bully his little friend at all, so he quit in a good mood and went to see Jia Amnesty.

As soon as he entered the east courtyard, he smelled a smell of medicine, which was fishy and bitter.

A few maids were sitting by the door, and a woman was setting up a stove on the porch and was boiling medicine.

Seeing Jia Jing coming in, a group of people greeted him and said hello to An.

Jia Jing nodded in agreement, frowned and asked, "Why are you decocting medicine here?"

The woman's surname was Zhao, and when she heard Jia Jing's question, her face showed displeasure: "The stove in the big kitchen is fully occupied, and it is said that the medicine smells strong, and it may contaminate the food and cakes of the old lady."

Jia Jing's face darkened, knowing that someone must be playing tricks.

But this is not Ningguo Mansion after all, and he can't interfere too much, so he pointed to the moon gate leading to the main courtyard and said, "Move the medicine stove there quickly, it's so smoky, how long will your uncle be sick?" good?"

Seeing some of the servant girls showing displeasure, Jia Jing shouted: "If something happens to Brother She, how many lives do you have to accompany him?"

A group of servants were immediately overwhelmed by him, and hurriedly moved over with the medicine stove, but none of them even opened the curtain for Jia Jing.

Seeing that the rules of the West Mansion were so loose, Jia Jing couldn't help shaking his head, thinking: It's better for the master to talk to his uncle about this matter later.

Then, he lifted the curtain and went in by himself.