Chapter 38 Another wonderful spring! (Please give me everything!)
On the first day of the first lunar month, spring comes again in the blink of an eye. Yesterday was New Year's Eve, and today is Spring Festival. It was also the eighth birthday of Jia Yuanchun, the contemporary eldest lady of Rongguo Mansion. With double happiness, Rongqing Hall was bustling with activity.
In the morning, Jia Lian spent most of the morning just paying New Year greetings to several elders of his family and several elders of the Jia family in Ningguo Mansion and the capital. When he returned to Rongqing Hall, a group of people were already waiting for him to start the banquet.
He was sitting down here, and Jia Lian had just put his butt on the stool when he saw Jia Yuanchun, who was sitting next to his grandmother, blinking at him with big watery eyes. Jia Lian pretended not to see it and stared straight at him.
Grandma Shi, you look like you are using your chopsticks quickly and you have to move me so that I can eat.
In the end, it was Xiao Yuanchun who couldn't hold his breath. He leaned his delicate body next to his grandmother, picked up Shi's arm and began to shake it vigorously.
"Ouch! Ancestor, look! Second brother is bullying!"
"Hahaha~ Okay, okay! You put my arm down first, my ancestor's head will be shaken by you..." Grandmother Shi had already seen Zhiyu behind Jia Lian holding a long sandalwood box in her hand.
I guessed that Jia Lian was just teasing Yuanchun.
"Why are you bullying someone? I've been out all morning paying New Year's greetings. After dinner, I have to go all over the capital to pray. How can I have time to bully you?" Jia Lian opened his eyes wide and looked innocent, continuing to tease.
Xiao Yuanchun.
"Today is the first day of the first lunar month!" Jia Yuanchun said angrily with his cheeks puffed up.
"I know it's the first day of the Lunar New Year. I've been praying for the New Year all morning, and I just came back to prepare for a meal." Jia Lian continued innocently.
"Today is the first day of junior high school!" Jia Yuanchun was really anxious now, and the golden beans in his big eyes were already starting to brew.
Jia Lian couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw this. He couldn't really make his sister cry on New Year's Day. He waved back, and Zhiyu, who had been waiting for a long time, lifted up the long box she was holding.
He carried it around the big table and brought it to Jia Yuanchun's side.
The tears that were still on the edge of Xiao Yuanchun's eyes disappeared in the blink of an eye. He happily reached out and picked up the long sandalwood box held by Zhiyu, held it in his arms and laughed happily.
"Don't be too anxious to be happy. The box seems to be empty." Jia Lian can be said to have brought the spirit of a happy person to the extreme.
"Ah?~" Xiao Yuanchun glared at Jia Lian angrily and quickly opened the long box in his hand.
I saw a forearm-long flower branch lying gently on a white brocade in the box. On the flower branch, a sky blue flower bloomed proudly, with five or six sky blue petals stretched to the size of a baby's fist, and three or two stamens.
It is raised high and the light yellow stamens are shaking slightly. The most important thing is that the sky blue flowers and the light yellow stamens are always radiating a weak but clearly visible two-color glow to the outside world!
"Ah! So beautiful, so beautiful!" Xiao Yuanchun screamed excitedly, then murmured and was intoxicated by this rare and beautiful flower.
No matter how big or small, all the women in Rongqing Hall were deeply attracted by the beautiful flowers intertwined with blue and light yellow light at this moment, until Xiao Yuanchun suddenly noticed something and raised his head to look at the eyes of everyone around him.
With a "pop" sound, Xiao Yuanchun suddenly closed the long box and hugged it tightly in his arms. His expression was a little timid but extremely firm as he looked at his grandmother Shi and Wang on the other side of her grandmother.
"mine!"
"..."
After a brief silence, even Mrs. Wang, who had always been at odds with Jia Lian, couldn't help but turn her attention to him. Finally, it was her grandmother Shi who asked:
"Lian'er, what is this?"
"Hey, ancestor, this is a spiritual flower that a friend of mine accidentally raised when he was cultivating elixirs. It's just that this thing has low spirituality and only a little potency, but it does look pretty. Isn't this just sister Yuanchun?
It's her birthday, so I asked for it to make a birthday gift for my sister."
It was both spirituality and medicinal power. Although my grandmother didn't understand these words, she could roughly understand Jia Lian's meaning when these words were put together, so she nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
"Xiao Yuanchun, when you go back to the house, find a vase and put this flower in it. Change the water in the rivers, streams and lakes every three days. It should be able to maintain its flowering period for thirty to fifty years. Take good care of it!"
"Hmm..." After hearing this, Jia Yuanchun nodded sharply to express his understanding, and then said:
"Second brother."
"Um?"
"You are so kind, Yuanchun likes you the most!"
"Haha, of course I'm fine. Our fathers are both incompetent. I only have you as my younger sister. Even if I want to be nice to others, I don't have this chance."
"Hehe~"
Grandmother Shi heard Jia Lian fabricating nonsense about her elders and was about to reprimand her, but out of the corner of her eye she happened to see the words "Old and young talk, no taboos" posted on the column under the eaves outside the door, so she had to swallow the words that had reached her throat.
Instead, he glanced at Mr. Wang on the other side, whose eyes changed slightly.
However, she lowered her gaze to look at Wang's already pregnant belly, and a trace of expectation flashed in her eyes.
The expression on Mrs. Wang's face remained unchanged, but she was muttering secretly: It's Chinese New Year, what's wrong with this evildoer. In her heart, she couldn't help but think about whether there was still something to be done with Jia Zheng's aunts in his early years.
Then Wang subconsciously reached out and caressed her swollen belly. She felt instantly confident and quickly drove the thoughts out of her mind. She could not let such evil thoughts affect her child.
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This year, Ning Rong's second house was actually living a somewhat comfortable life. Jia Daishan, the oldest member of the founding family, had basically very few of his generation left, and those who were alive were only being raised in their respective houses.
Among the founders and principals of the founding families of the next generation, only Jia Jing and Jia She of the Jia family are in a semi-disabled state among the top dignitaries.
Although Jia Lian of the younger generation has ascended the throne, even the two brothers Jia She and Jia Zheng never considered Jia Lian's opinions when dealing with the business of the Western Regions and Zhuangzi in Liaodong, let alone the other noble heads of the family.
Therefore, although Ning Rong and his wife are still important members of the founding family, the Jia family is no longer able to participate in the decision-making meetings of the founding family.
Jia Zheng was undoubtedly excluded!
No one in Jia Lian thought about him at all.
And if nothing unexpected happens, this situation will continue for a long, long time.
In this way, the Daqing Dynasty spent this Spring Festival in an atmosphere of peace and security. This was also the fifth year after Jia Lian's "awakening"!
Over the years, Jia Lian's importance in the hearts of the servants of Rongguo Mansion and even Ningrong Mansion has become more and more important.
The main reason is that after Liu Changgong and others left for Liaodong last year, the [Legion] made some adjustments and absorbed some new people.
Then somehow, "There is a mysterious organization in the Rongguo Mansion Guards!" This word actually spread, and many good people in the outside world were discussing this matter.
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