In the inner room, Mother Jia called everyone together in the Jia family with a cane. Among them, the only elders of the Jia family: Jia Zheng and Jia She were present.
Ningguo Mansion, the palace of the Duke of Guo, now that Jia Zhen and his son suddenly fell into a coma, leaving behind such a large family property, who would not be moved?
Although there are still Jia Qiang and Jia Jun in the Ning Guofu family, they have no elders and their abilities are mediocre and they even have a lot of gossip.
For example, Jia Qiansheng was charming and handsome. He often fought cocks and dogs with Jia Rong, admired flowers and willows, drank heavily and gambled. There were even messages in the house about him and Jia Zhen having a real battle.
During these days, except for Wang Xifeng, who was busy with his own affairs, everyone else was engaged in all kinds of overt and covert fights, and even some women were so noisy that their necks turned red.
Qin Keqing was dressed in filial piety, her eyes were red, and she stood aside pretty, silent.
Ningguo Mansion does not have the right for her to speak about what is happening now, because she has no children.
Jia Mu glanced at the people present and said coldly: "If outsiders see and hear us making noise every day, what will it sound like? I'm not dead yet!"
"Mother, calm down." "Old lady, calm down."
The old lady felt better after hearing everyone's comfort. At least they still cared about themselves.
"The Holy One has sent someone here to lecture you. Ningguo Mansion is the eldest son of my Jia family, and we must not lose our title!
For now, the only plan is to arrange for a son to be adopted into the name of the You family or the Qin family. If the emperor favors him at that time, I can go to the palace to see the concubine, and there may be hope of inheritance.
As for the specific person, please tell me what you think." Jia Mu said slowly.
If this title is lost, she will not be able to face her ancestors in a hundred years.
As soon as Mrs. Jia finished speaking, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, and the You family began to argue. In these days, the other members of the Jia family naturally saw this opportunity and came to the door one by one with various promises.
Some people even directly promised to give Ningguo Mansion most of their property.
Of course they couldn't resist this temptation.
Anyway, this Ningguo Mansion also belongs to the Jia family. If the property is transferred from the left hand to the right hand, it does not count as betraying the family.
Especially Mrs. Xing, she is the wife of Jia She. Although her husband has inherited the title of Rong Guogong, depending on the old lady's intentions, after a hundred years, her husband will most likely be the lifeblood of her favorite baby.
'Jia Baoyu' inherited the title.
Now she even wants her son Jia Cong to go directly to the throne. After all, the son has been raised to such a big age, why doesn't he still recognize her as his mother? Unfortunately, her husband does not agree.
After listening to them arguing for a while, Jia Mu frowned and looked at Jia Min, who was drinking tea leisurely at the side: "Min'er, please tell me."
She has always loved this daughter. Although she has been unwilling to dedicate herself to the family since she got married, she has also thought clearly about it. She married into someone else's family, so naturally she has to consider other people's families.
For example, if she was born in the Shi family, she can help the Shi family a little, but if she wants to lose the whole family, it is absolutely impossible.
This person's thoughts will change depending on where he stays.
Jia Min was startled, put down her tea cup, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mom, it depends on what you think.
If you want the Ningguo Mansion to maintain the status quo, with no succession, and the title will be empty after three generations, you can choose one at will.
But if we want Ningguo Mansion to return to its grandeur, we still need to find someone with both ability and political integrity."
Jia Mu hesitated: "You mean to let Baoyu pass over? That is absolutely not possible!
He is still so young, I still want to keep him by my side and teach him for two years!"
Jia Min:......
I am afraid that in the entire Jia family, only you and Baoyu’s mother-in-law, the Princess, will think that he has both ability and political integrity!
"Haha, mother, I'm talking about Jia Lan, the grandson of the second brother. He is humble by nature, studies hard, and has excellent knowledge. His teachers say he has the talent to be a scholar." Jia Min explained.
"Jalan?"
It can be said that no one has thought about this name. Jia Lan is the son of Jia Zheng, the eldest son of Jia Zheng, who has passed away. He has always been dependent on his mother, Li.
During normal holidays, even if Jia Lan doesn't come, no one will think of him.
Mrs. Wang was overjoyed.
This is really great. If his son Baoyu succeeds Rong Guo Gong, and his grandson succeeds Ning Guo Gong, then when the old lady dies, won’t she be the mistress of the house?
Mother Jia was a little surprised by the name, but she was also moved. Although the meat was rotten in her own pot, it was obvious that Jia Lan was closer to her.
And what my daughter said makes sense.
Jia Zhen and his son were famous for their lecherous behavior, which was evident from the fact that even Xue Pan, a new guest, did not dare to let his maid go to Ningguo Mansion.
If such a person is allowed to inherit the title again, will Ningguo Mansion still have a future?
The most important thing is that in this short period of time, the Holy Spirit has summoned Jia Min twice. It shows that the Holy Spirit favors her, so he must consider her opinions.
"Youshi, what do you think?" Jia Mu asked.
Youshi Nuonuo said: "It all depends on the old lady's instructions."
Although she is Jia Zhen's wife and the mistress of Ningguo Mansion, she has a weak temper. Otherwise, the Jia family and his son would not be able to act so wantonly. Now that the pillar has fallen, they don't know what to do in an instant.
"Qin, what about you?"
Jia Mu continued to ask Qin Keqing.
Jia Lan is relatively junior and will be considered her brother-in-law from now on, so she must ask her opinion.
"It all depends on my wife's orders!" Qin Keqing bowed Yingying.
Mother Jia smiled and nodded, then turned to Jia She who was standing down and said, "Then it's settled, She'er, tomorrow you go to the clan to arrange for Jia Lan's adoption."
"Also Zheng'er, after your elder brother has finished handling the clan affairs, you can submit a copy of the document for the Holy One to review.
It is better to inherit the title sooner rather than later."
"Yes, mother." The two agreed quickly.
Since ancient times, from the royal family to the officials, filial piety is greater than heaven. When the old lady is here, they will never and cannot object to her reasonable requests.
Jia Mu then breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "It's been such a troubled time. I said, can't you just calm down a little? Are you eating too much every day?"
Everyone looked at each other and fell silent.
Even if the matter was decided like this, no one ever considered whether Jialan's mother and son were willing.
Although since Jia Zhu's death, only mother and son are left to depend on each other, I believe no one can refuse or allow such a good thing to reach the sky in one step.
…
Side hall.
The inheritance of the title is a matter for adults, but Lin Daiyu and her sisters still played carefree: throwing pots, picking up idioms, and reciting poems.
Lin Daiyu has a superb memory and extraordinary understanding. She always comes out on top and plays with a smile.
The little yellow cat is Yingchun, the eldest girl who is dedicated to bullying Jia She.
The father of the Yingchun girl is a bastard, but this girl is timid, shy and afraid of getting into trouble, and dare not say a word even if she is bullied.
He didn't dare to speak out when his old woman took money from him at home, and he was even more helpless when he was bullied by the little yellow cat.
"Meow~"
Give me a pinch on my back!
"Meow~"
Give me a haircut!
"Meow~"
Give me all the money and I'll keep it for you!
After a while, Yingchun looked at Lin Daiyu pitifully, not daring to speak, and kept pulling away the little yellow hair's restless tail with her little hands.
When Lin Daiyu saw this, her face turned livid with anger.
This Lele actually hugged other women in front of her.
"Ah, why haven't the pineapples bloomed yet today?" Yuan Chun asked curiously.
They are all ladies of the family, and their food and clothing are top-notch when playing. They have fruits, snacks, tea, and brocade handkerchiefs.
"I'll do it!" Lin Daiyu put the half-foot-high pineapple on the table, looked at the little yellow cat again, clenched her fists, and punched it down.
"Hey!"
"Snapped!"
The entire solid wood table and the pineapple instantly shattered to pieces on the floor, and the yellow juice instantly splashed all over the girls, on their faces and hearts.
The girls were dumbfounded:???
Only then did Lin Daiyu notice everyone's stunned look. She felt a little shy for a moment and said with a blushing face: "Don't get me wrong, I learned some martial arts from my mother when I was a child. In fact, I am usually very gentle."
After Yuanchun wiped off the strange liquid on his face, he looked at the miserable state of the large solid wood round table on the ground that no one could move, and nodded subconsciously.
You are right, I believe it!
The little yellow cat also jumped on Lin Daiyu's shoulder and sat upright.
Lin Daiyu said coquettishly: "Why are you back again? Fortunately, you can still think of me. Normally, my words fall on deaf ears and you don't listen at all.
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Now I'm kissing and licking someone else, it's so shameless!"
The little yellow cat was stunned for a moment, and then felt aggrieved.
Every time I lick you, don't you always say that your daughter should take good care of herself and pay attention to hygiene, so you won't let me?
Hey, this woman's heart is just like Qin Yatou's mind, unfathomable!
…
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
After hearing the Jinwu Guard's investigation results, Emperor Qing directly smashed the memorial in his hand onto the table.
"Snapped!"
"The son of a dignified general, the father and son actually fell into the water trying to grab a maid. It's not a big deal, but he actually drowned and still hasn't woken up. What are you talking about?" Emperor Qing cursed.
Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, if word spreads, it will not only bring disgrace to the Jia family, but also the face of the imperial court.
If the sons of generals are like this, what kind of good things are there in the generals of the army? Are they all useless who only know how to play chickens and dogs, sing and dance?
"What did the imperial doctor say?" Emperor Qing asked.
Manager Chen quickly replied: "The imperial doctor said that if Jia Zhen and his son cannot wake up within three days, they have suffered from excessive convulsions and lost their souls. They should sleep like this for the rest of their lives!"
Emperor Qing frowned: "Are there any unusual behaviors among those princes?"
"Yes, they all submitted the notice to the Emperor. Moreover, the Emperor gave them a banquet yesterday to summon them. In the end, the princes were so drunk that their faces were red, and they all walked out of the palace with their arms around each other, satisfied!"
Manager Chen answered quickly, clearly possessing the good qualities to be a eunuch manager: a messenger.
Emperor Qing clenched his fists.
He is the emperor! He is the one sitting on the supreme throne!
However, the emperor father summoned the princes and generals to reassure them, and to express that this matter was definitely not the royal family's doing.
Those meritorious families have been operating in various departments and armies of the imperial court for hundreds of years. It can be said that they are intertwined. The royal family will never take action on them unless necessary.
As for why his father helped him, Emperor Qing naturally understood that it was a tacit understanding between father and son.
The emperor is old, but he is not in trouble yet. Now he controls these rights only because of his own selfishness. He cannot let go of this supreme position, let alone his rights and desires.
But you cannot let your own selfishness affect the stability of the world.
A smooth handover between father and son is what he wants. If the world is in turmoil, how can he still be the sage in his heart? One emperor for eternity?
As for being close to King Beijing or King Yi Zhong, of course it is a balance, or a warning. Warning him to either be a mascot and wait until he dies, and give the rights to him, or change him!
"Your Majesty, the Jia family has sent a memorial regarding the adoption of the title." A chamberlain came to report.
"Send it up!"
After receiving the memorial, Emperor Qing flipped it over and sneered: "The Jia family moves really fast, but Jia Zhen is not dead yet!"
"How is this Jialan?" Emperor Qing asked casually.
Manager Chen pondered for a moment and replied: "He is gentle, courteous and thrifty. He has good academic performance and is not playful or lustful. Mr. Jia's family said he has the talent to be a scholar."
Emperor Qing nodded: "This old lady Jia is quite smart and finally found a decent one."
There is something he hasn't said yet, that Mrs. Wang often talks about Jia Baoyu having the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix. What does this mean?
Why don't you give up your seat to him?
Manager Chen thought for a moment and said, "This is Jia Min's opinion."
"Oh?" Emperor Qing was a little surprised now.
He could understand that Mrs. Jia was old enough to become a monster, but he didn't expect that Jia Min still had such vision.
Moreover, Lin Ruhai risked her life to run errands for him in Yangzhou and was loyal and loyal. Now she has made great achievements and her abilities are even more outstanding. He naturally appreciates this kind of virtuous minister.
"Then give Lin Aiqing some face. Remove Jia Zhen and Jia Rong's titles and demote them to common people. Jia Lan will be promoted to the third rank of mighty general! You go and declare the decree in person." Emperor Qing ordered.
"yes!"
Manager Chen was shocked.
This hereditary title has always been reduced from generation to generation. After all, each title represents free support from the court, which is a lot of money.
Now Jia Lan should be at the sixth level starting from Jia Rong's generation. The result has not been reduced, and has risen back to the third level. This is really a great grace, and according to His Majesty's intention, this is just for Master Lin's sake.
superior.
Naturally, he wanted to show favor to Jia Min by letting him announce the decree in person.
If Yangzhou succeeds, then Lin Ruhai will be so simple in the emperor's heart, and he is afraid that he will be able to worship the prime minister when he comes back.
But, why does the Holy One regard Lin Ruhai with such special regard? Manager Chen is very confused.
The Holy One does not like women and has a deep hatred for elixirs. This cannot be the reason for the secret aphrodisiac that Commander Lin presented.
There is only one possibility: the Yangzhou Salt General Merchant embezzled a huge sum of 20 million and 20 taels!
Sure enough, this money can help the gods.
…
Late at night, Jia Mansion.
Among the adults in the room, some were unable to sleep peacefully because they were worried about the future of the Jia family, some were heartless and slept soundly, and some were thinking about how to covet so much imaginary wealth from the Mening government.
There are many different aspects of life.
A leprous-headed monk slowly walked towards the gate and stood silently at the door.
After a while, two phantoms floated out of the door. They were wearing armor and looked very powerful, but they had a lot of bruises on their faces for some unknown reason.
The leader, Ning Guogong, clasped his fists and asked in a hoarse voice: "I wonder if Fairy Jing Huan has come to visit, what are you doing?"
The scabby monk looked at the two of them with a somewhat surprised expression: "What are you two doing?"
The two old princes looked at each other awkwardly.
It can't be said that he slept in the ancestral temple without caring about the life and death of his descendants, only to be fished out and beaten by a little yellow cat.
"We brothers have been bored recently, so we have been discussing with each other." Ning Guogong said honestly.
The laitou monk smiled.
I believed your ghost.
"In order to let the two ancestors know that since Fairy Jiangzhu came to earth to face calamity, there has been no news in recent days. I thought of coming to take her into the illusion of Taixu to inquire about the reason. Firstly, to understand the reality, and secondly, for her.
Be prepared to ascend to the immortal throne again in the future." Monk Laitou said frankly.
This is the plan of Taixu Illusion and the Jia family. Jia Baoyu, who is related to Fairy Jiangzhu, was reborn in the Jia family, so there is no need to hide it.
Fairy Crimson Pearl?
Hearing this name, Ning Guogong twitched the corner of his mouth, quickly stepped aside, and spread his hands: "Fairy please!"
Monk Laitou clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!" He raised his feet and prepared to enter.
etc.
The monk accidentally noticed the strange expressions of the two ancestor spirits, paused in his steps, and raised his eyes to look into the Duke's Mansion.
Dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.
There is great terror!
"Amitabha, this poor monk suddenly remembered that he forgot to dry his clothes at home, so leave!" After saying this, the monk Laitou took three steps back, turned around, and disappeared quickly.
