Although the Jia sisters had ten thousand words to say, they couldn't say it even with Mrs. Wang and Aunt Xue.

Born in a family, at least we can recognize people's hearts and seek benefits and avoid harm or understand them.

They all knew in their hearts that no matter how kind Mrs. Wang was at this moment, she still hoped that Baoyu was the only center of the family.

If they show enthusiasm at this moment, it will not be a good thing for Jia Cong and themselves.

Therefore, I could only look at Jia Cong with regret and leave.

Especially Xue Baochai, looking at the elegant back, there was an almost unhidden nostalgia in Yingying's eyes...

...

Mozhuyuan, West Chamber.

Ping'er, Qingwen and others looked at the little corner of the people with big eyes, and couldn't help but feel a headache...

It’s not that they don’t like Xiaojiaoer, the girl in Jia Muyuan, except for a foolish silly sister, looks very outstanding.

Although Xiaojiaoer is only six or seven years old and still has a stinging horn, she looks well-behaved and cute, even Ping'er and others like it after seeing it.

Especially no matter who looks at her, she always grinned and showed a small mouthful of teeth.

She's just the age to change teeth...

However, nostalgia is more nostalgic after all.

Qiuzhu is an "old person" who has been with everyone for more than two years. She has always been weak and does not fight or make trouble. She only knows how to do things carefully, which is extremely pity for everyone.

Although I did something wrong this time, my heart had no intention of hurting Jia Cong.

The incident was so fierce and moved.

However……

Before Jia Cong came back, the substitute girl had already arrived, which made everyone feel a little uncomfortable.

Qingwen, who had wanted to tear Qiuzhu to pieces and knead it, actually picked up the unfairness first. She said, "The third master is so cold. Before the old man goes out, the new man comes in first."

Xiaojiaoer knew that she was talking about her, and she lowered her head pitifully.

Ping'er was the most pity for the poor and the weak. She glared at Qingwen with anger and said, "What are you talking nonsense? What new people and old people? You don't know your third master's character yet? Although he hadn't said a few words to Qiuzhu, he knew her situation and often told us to pay her more monthly money and help her. This is also cold?"

Qingwen blushed when she heard the words, and stomped her feet and said, "I don't mean that, I just want to... I just want to be like a family. Even if she makes a mistake, as long as it is not a serious crime of stealing the master and shamefulness, she can beat and scold her at will. Why do you drive away people? If you are driven out of this door, how can you survive..."

Ping'er smiled and said, "You can't trust Cong'er?"

Qingwen curled her lips and said, "How can I compare with my sister? In the third master's heart, my sister is afraid that she will compare with the serious wives in the future..."

"Qingwen!"

Ping'er's heart trembled when she heard this and she called out annoyed.

Qingwen was not afraid, but she did know Ping'er's different status in Jia Cong's heart. Seeing that Ping'er was really embarrassed and annoyed, she hurriedly gave up and smiled to please her.

Ping'er couldn't do anything about her, so she pointed her eyebrows and said, "You are so kind of person who is here, and you have a lot of people in a different yard!"

Chunyan smiled and said, "It's time to go to Bao Erye's yard."

Xiaohong said, "You are talking in your sleep. In the yard of Master Bao Er, you will be told by the old lady whenever you speak loudly. The wife will listen to it. If Qingwen's temperament goes, hum, hum, hum, let the wife reveal her good skin!"

The last sentence was a sneering smirk in a schattered voice, but it made Qingwen angry, "Wow," she was going to catch Xiaohong.

Xiaohong ran around Xiangling and Chunyan, and for a moment, he became a mess.

Xiaojiao'er was watching from the side and wanted to jump in, but after all, she was just a newcomer and could only watch the fun.

Every time Qingwen passed by her, she would resist the desire to trip her up, because at this time, Ping'er would always look at her angry.

And she hurriedly smiled...

Ping'er loved this clever little naughty, but she also felt pity for Qiuzhu, who was not loved by her parents, brothers and sisters-in-law, and sighed secretly.

Just as he was about to ask Qingwen and others to stop making trouble, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, a look of surprise immediately appeared on Ping'er's pretty face. When she turned around, she saw that the door was opened and Jia Cong stood at the door.

However, before she could say hello, a small figure jumped over, lifted up the door curtain, and yelled with a crisp look: "The Third Master is back!"

Ping'er and Jia Cong looked at each other and smiled.

Jia Cong looked at Xiaojiaoer and asked, "Why are you still carrying a small bag?"

Little Jiao'er's eyes were crescent, and she pleased her: "When the third master comes back, then settle down."

Qingwen walked over and cursed with a smile: "A little flatterer has come!"

The little corner's face suddenly became the word "囧".

Everyone laughed, it was a pistachio.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Since I'm waiting for me to come back before leaving, let's go and settle now."

Little Jiaoer was naturally overjoyed, and she also wanted to find her new home as soon as possible.

However, Ping'er and others changed their expressions...

Qingwen was impatient and was about to ask something, but Ping'er stopped her with her eyes.

Qingwen is very beautiful. There are so many girls in Rongguo Mansion, only Xiangling can compare with her.

But this is not a reason why she can be tolerant on weekdays, but the rules that should be taken must be included.

Jia Cong seemed to have no idea what was happening behind him, so he went to the room of the four little girls with everyone...

...

"My deceased, death sentence!"

In the Daming Palace, in the study room, Ning Zechen knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse and heavy, saying word by word.

The grief in the voice infected many people...

Emperor Chongkang's eyes were still cold, staring at Yuan Fu, who relied on trust and gave it to power, but was already afraid of it at this moment, and said indifferently: "What does this matter have to do with Yuan Fu?"

Lu Zhao had not confessed Ning Yuanze at this time, but it was obvious that as long as the superiors intentionally asked him to speak, he could even confess Ning Zechen...

After hearing Emperor Chongkang's words, Ning Zechen said sadly: "My teacher, I have not taught my children strictly, so I have gone astray."

As he said that, Ning Zechen sent his son Ning Yuanze out of the city when Song Yan and others left Beijing, and even used small means to provoke discord. Then he talked about his daughter Ning Yuyao giving gifts to Jia Cong of the Jia family and apologizing on behalf of his brother, which made his son more and more embarrassed and annoyed. Finally, he went astray and caused the disaster today...

Clear organization and clear cause and effect.

However, this could not convince Emperor Chongkang.

If so, it can only be said that Ning Yuanze was narrow-minded and jealous of the virtuous, but he could not explain that he attempted to kill all the old party, eunuch party and even the founding nobles in one fell swoop.

Whether it is the old party, the eunuch party, or even the noble forces of the founding lineage, they are the most solid foundation under the Dragon Chair of Emperor Chongkang.

If all these are shaken, will Emperor Chongkang still sit firmly on the Dragon Court?

Even if you can still sit still, you are afraid that it is just a clay-sculpted Bodhisattva offered by the New Party on the table.

This is the least tolerant of Emperor Chongkang.

It will not tolerate any emperor!

Ning Zechen had finished what he wanted to say, but Emperor Chongkang did not say a word.

The quiet heartwarming pavilion cannot make people feel the heartwarming at all, and everyone can even feel the murderous intent in their hearts...

Frightened! Terrified!

Ning Zechen was a decisive person after all, and he knew that he could never continue like this.

Otherwise, the emperor would be angry and the power of a million corpse would be impossible for him to bear.

Ning Zechen raised his head and looked at Emperor Chongkang without hesitation. Tears slowly flowed down his eyes and said sadly: "I am a two small official, and I am trusted by Your Majesty, and I can rank as Yuanfu, display my ambitions in my heart, thank the emperor for his kindness and peace with the people.

Now the new party is dominant, and Your Majesty supports the other party as a balance, but I only have gratitude in my heart!

Because I know that Your Majesty's move is not only to balance the court, but also to protect Your Majesty's relationship with the monarch and his ministers.

Only in this way can I have a good ending.

I am very clear about this kind of heavenly heart, so I warn you not to let down the emperor's grace.

I don’t know what my rebellious son has.

But I dare to guarantee that he will never bear to say anything with the lives of the forty-six people in the family."

This was the first time Emperor Chongkang saw Ning Zechen crying. He still had deep feelings for this minister who had trusted since he was hidden in the residence.

But it is precisely because of this that when you think you are betrayed, you will become more and more hatred.

He looked at Ning Zechen coldly and said, "He is his heart, won't you ask him? I will keep Yuan Fu's decency, otherwise why should the officials be the priest?"

Ning Zechen said sadly: "Your Majesty, my son, I have asked my servants to send a letter of relic. I dare to ask Your Majesty to read it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Emperor Chongkang suddenly narrowed his eyes, but there was not much pity in his eyes, so he could only suspect.

Should I kill someone to silence me, or...abandon the soldiers to protect the commander?

But then, he suppressed suspicion.
To be continued...