Jia Huan was carried back by the palace servants in a Ming yellow sedan.

This treatment can no longer be described as a simple Long En.

Because the bright yellow color is the color of the emperor.

In addition to the Supreme Emperor and Emperor Longzheng, even the Emperor's Crown Yingli could only use light apricot yellow.

After leaving Longshou Palace and going to Xicheng Gonghou Street, I don’t know how many people with interest saw this scene.

Some are happy for it, some are jealous for it, and of course, some are sneering for it ignoring life and death...

But no matter what, this scene calmed down the originally sad and panicked hearts of the Rongqing Hall.

Mrs. Wang, who knew the meaning, pursed her lips again and her face became dull again...

The Minghuang sedan did not stop in front of the main gate and kept carrying it through the second gate until the sedan chair fell in front of Rongqing Hall.

Jia Mu and others stood on the stone steps under the corridor, looking at the sedan chair nervously.

The curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and a bamboo pole first came out and pointed it on the ground. Then, Jia Huan, who was covered in black cloth, walked out of the sedan chair with a warm smile on his face.

He seemed to know that Jia Mu and others were standing in front of him. In the blank eyes of everyone, he knelt on the ground and laughed loudly: "Old ancestor, grandson is back."

Looking at Jia Huan's appearance, even though Niu Ben and a few of them had repeatedly reminded him, at this moment, Jia Mu and others were still moved, with tears in their eyes and trembling slightly.

Aunt Zhao's face turned pale, her almond eyes were red, and her mouth was covered with one hand.

She stood up, walked down the stone steps step by step, walked towards Jia Huan, squatted down, slowly held Jia Huan's face with both hands, and said tremblingly: "Son, does it hurt?"

Even though Jia Huan had made so many preparations, even though he had warned himself tens of thousands of times to be strong and laugh...

But all the preparations and all the disguise, when Aunt Zhao said these four words, were smashed into pieces.

His nose felt sore, and two lines of hot tears fell in an instant. Jia Huan choked and said, "Mom..."

"Son! My son! Why are you... like this?"

When Aunt Zhao heard this "mother", she felt that her heart was broken into countless pieces. She hugged Jia Huan and cried out loudly.

She would rather not have the wealth and glory of the Manchu mansion than the princes and princes. She only wants her son, and she will be safe and rude for a hundred years...

Aunt Zhao's crying made the crying sound behind him.

Grandmother Jia, Aunt Xue, Li Wan, Wang Xifeng, and many other maids and mothers...

Niu Ben and Wen Bo's eyes were red, but when they heard the movements coming from behind, they knew that the ladies of the Jia family couldn't help but come out. After looking at each other, they gave a tribute to Jia Mu, who was crying, and left.

After the two left, the women in the Jia family in the courtyard cried even more and more without restraint. They cried one by one.

When they heard the movement, they couldn't help but walk out from behind. When they saw the black cloth covered in his face, which was kneeling on the ground and being held in his arms by Aunt Zhao, and the bamboo pole in his hand, they were all struck by lightning.

Shi Xiangyun and others were still good, and although their faces turned pale, they could still hold on.

But Lin Daiyu, her face was pale and she stood there unsteadily. Fortunately, she was supported by Xue Baochai beside her...

"Madam!"

Gongsun Yu was still here, and she called out to Jia Mu, who was also in tears, signaling that Jia Huan's eyes could not cry.

After all, Jia Mu has been through many great storms and waves. Although she is extremely sad now, she still knows the importance of it.

She said loudly to Aunt Zhao who was still crying: "Zhao, don't cry anymore. Have you forgotten what Miss Gongsun said just now?

Brother Huan can’t cry now, so he’s all gone to me with tears.”

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she suddenly remembered Gongsun Yu's warning just now. She hurriedly wiped the tears from her face with her hands, and she put on makeup in a few strokes, feeling embarrassed.

But she didn't care at all. She forced her to smile and wipe her tears for Jia Huan and coaxed her: "Don't cry, Huan'er won't cry...

My son has always had great blessings and great blessings. He will be good and will definitely be good. We don’t cry, we don’t cry!"

At this moment, the bitterness in Jia Huan's heart passed, and the weakness that had risen in his heart was pressed deep in his heart again, and he would no longer let it come out...

He stood up, helped Aunt Zhao up, and smiled and said, "Mom, my son is actually fine.

Although my eyes were injured, there will always be a good day, right?”

As he said that, he patted his chest with a "bang bang" and boasted: "Look, how strong?"

Aunt Zhao nodded with a "yes, yes, yes" and said, "My son is in good health, so good!"

Jia Huan laughed, turned his face and said to Jia Mu and others in front of him: "Old ancestor, it's your grandson's fault... No, it's all the fault of Brother Ben and the others. When his grandson came back, he had given many instructions and told them to make it clear. The grandson's eyes are a little ill, not a big problem. Let the ancestors not worry...

I think they were lazy and didn’t explain clearly. Let’s look back and settle the score with them.”

Jia Mu looked at Jia Huan with skepticism, waved her hand, and wanted to call him over.

But then he realized that he couldn't see it now...

So, with Yuanyang's support, she came over by herself. She looked at Jia Huan's face carefully, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, touched Jia Huan's eyes, and felt the bulging "eye beads" inside. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Huan'er! You scared me to death..."

Seeing this scene, Gongsun Yu, not far away, looked at Jia Huan deeply, and sighed in his heart that this person is really a member of the Gu family, and he can even think of this...

Jia Huan's smile became brighter and he said, "Don't worry, my ancestors will be better in the future. Alas, it's a big blame for my ancestors..."

"What's wrong?"

Jia Mu asked curiously.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "It's all because my ancestors are too obsessed with money and are reluctant to give more blessings that you can't afford to you.

If the grandson is as blessed as his ancestor, wouldn’t he have nothing to do this time?

If my ancestors feel sorry for their grandson, they will give me some blessings for you. I can’t say that I can get better soon!"

Jia Huan was actually just picking the words Jia Mu liked the most, because the old lady liked the most that people said she was lucky.

But after saying this today, Jia Mu's face was a little strange. She looked at Aunt Zhao, who was also not very righteous. Both of them had a deep meaning...

Jia Huan was a little surprised. Has his skill in flattering decreased, or he still had no eye bonus and could not speak good things?

However, he immediately felt that this should not be the reason.

Because although he couldn't see it, he could also feel the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became a little subtle and awkward...

why is that?

On the stone steps, Lin Daiyu gently broke away from Xue Baochai's support and glanced at her in a daze.

Xue Baochai's face was full of blushing and embarrassment...

Shi Xiangyun and others also looked at Xue Baochai in a daze, which turned the shyness on Xue Baochai's face into shame and anger.

He simply turned around and went into the house.

"What's wrong……"

Jia Huan was about to ask, but suddenly something came from the front yard.

It turned out that Jia Zheng had just left the court and heard the servant report, he hurried back and entered the back house with Jia Lian, who had just sent Niu Ben and Wen Bo, who had just sent him away.

However, when he saw Jia Huan standing there, with a black cloth covering his eyes and a bamboo pole in his hand, he shook his whole body and was about to fall backwards. Fortunately, Jia Lian was quickly supported by his hands.

"master!"

After a burst of exclamation, Jia Zheng came to his senses, but ignored them. He forced himself to break away from Jia Lian's support, walked to Jia Huan a few steps, pointed at Jia Huan, and said in a trembling voice: "You evil son, you...you...how did you...have you made this happen?"

As he said that, two lines of tears flowed down.

Seeing this, everyone calmed down their tears, which had not been long before, and fell one after another.

Aunt Zhao was like a different person again. The pear blossoms cried to Jia Zheng with rain, "Master, look at our son, he...he..."

This scene made Mrs. Wang grit her teeth in hatred, because Jia Zheng was the most "shameless" trick. He actually held Aunt Zhao's hand in front of everyone, cried together, and looked at Jia Huan with a heartache.

Jia Huan didn't want people to cry, and hurriedly said, "Dad, you're almost here, you're all right, you've suffered a little injury in your eyes, you'll be cured for a few years..."

Jia Zheng was only slightly injured at the beginning and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he heard behind him, he almost died of anger.

After several years of maintenance...

How many years are there?

He really hated and angry, hated Jia Huan for not knowing the reason why his body and hair were accepted by his parents. He was angry that he still dared to talk about it at this time, but he was more pity and caring for his young son.

"Dad, it's really okay. If you don't believe me, ask Miss Gongsun, she is a real miracle doctor. She rescued all the injuries that were as serious as Wuweihou. She said that her son was fine, so she would definitely not be able to do anything."

Jia Huan said to Jia Zheng with a smile.

Jia Zheng looked at Gongsun Yu skeptically, but Gongsun Yu just nodded slightly.

Although Jia Huan couldn't see it, he could also feel the scene that made Jia Zheng look embarrassed. He quickly explained: "Dad, this master naturally has the style of a master. Miss Gongsun doesn't like to talk, so don't be surprised."

When Jia Zheng heard this, he didn't know what to say, but he looked at Jia Huan's face repeatedly and felt that the relaxed expression on his face did not seem to be fake, so he believed it eight minutes...

Then, his attention was attracted by the bright yellow sedan parked in the courtyard. His face changed and he pointed to the sedan and said, "Brother Huan, this sedan is..."

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Oh, this is a reward from the Supreme Emperor. It will make it easier for me to enter the palace in the future, just take this sedan chair and enter the palace."

When Jia Zheng heard this, he was moved suddenly, gasped and said, "You can use it less in the future."

Jia Huan nodded and smiled, "Yes, I remember my father, and I will ask someone to put it back to the east. Curry treasured it...

Dad, let’s stop talking here, it’s cold outside in this winter.

Don't freeze the ancestors and sisters.

hey-hey!

Dear sisters, I, Jia Huan, are back again!"

As he said that, he smiled, looked sideways, shook his hand in the direction of the steps, and greeted him.

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