Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

The day the ceremony ended.

Rong Yu returned to Xiyuan alone.

His West Garden was still deserted and deserted, except for some sacrificial wine for blessings on the table in the outer room, nothing was added, as if everything had returned to its original state after only one ceremony.

In the afternoon, Director Qi sent a nun from the mansion over to teach him some rules of the mansion and things to pay attention to in daily life. Rong Yu listened without saying a word.

Nothing else, nothing more than feudal scum like women's beauty and morality, which can pass through one ear and out the other, and there are no elders in Pingyang Houfu to let him calm down in the morning and evening, which saves a lot of trouble.

There is only one thing that makes Rong Yu a little difficult-as a lowly girl, although she can eat all three meals in the hall with other people in the Hou Mansion, she cannot sit at the main table and can only sit at the side table Appendices are generally dined.

Thinking about that scene, Rong Yu felt that kittens and puppies were more dignified than him, and couldn't help frowning: "Can I not eat? Just send a food box as it is."

The mother looked at his childish words, and said with a smile: "The food box was given to the people in the guest house. Now that the little lady has entered the mansion, she has to follow the rules of the Marquis Mansion, and she can no longer be the same as before."

Rong Yu clicked his tongue. After all, he is a normal person who has received modern equal education, how could he accept such a way of eating.

Just as she was thinking about how to deal with it, she heard the nanny say: "Originally, according to the position of the young lady, no personnel can be allocated for use, but Lord Hou will assign you a servant when the time comes, considering your young age."

When Rong Yu heard this, she was overjoyed and sat up straight.

"Can you point me to Li Liang from the dining room?"

Mother Jiaoxi is a kind person, she will not climb high and step down, although there are a lot of discussions in the house, but in the end she didn't think differently of this little girl, she just answered honestly,

"It is said that they are all appointed by the mansion, and you can't ask for them yourself, but since the lady has someone she wants, I will ask Mr. Qi."

Rong Yu smiled: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

When the teaching mother went to report to Mr. Qi, he didn't want to, Mr. Qi reacted quite badly.

"It's just a mere servant, who even puts his nose on his face, pointing out that he wants someone! Tell him it's okay! It's because Lord Hou gave him a favor, and told him to wait for someone to point out to him." Yes!"

"This..." Sister Xi hesitated for a moment.

Just as he was about to say a few words, Song Yanming came out wearing an official robe.

"Master Hou!" Director Qi immediately greeted him with a smiling face: "Hou's chariots and horses are all ready, and all arrangements for entering the palace have been made."

Song Yanming nodded slightly, walked a few steps, and stopped again, "There is only one servant, so let him be allowed."

Director Qi was startled, and then he realized that what he said just now was heard by Lord Hou.

He was depressed, Master Hou has always been busy with government affairs, and never talked too much about the affairs in the backyard, why did he meddle in these matters for no reason?

Before he could figure it out, Song Yanming had already gone out.

Mr. Qi looked a little embarrassed, looked at the teaching nun, and coughed softly, "That's how kind the Lord Hou is."

***

After noon, a servant has invited Rongyu to the front hall for lunch.

Rong Yu changed into a plain shirt, and put on a smock outside to keep out the cold, and followed the young man to the front hall. As soon as he entered, he saw a main table in the middle of the hall, and the one that belonged to him A small table is hidden in the corner through a screen painted with clusters of flowers.

Today the main table was empty, because Song Yanming went to court, Song Yizhou also went to the Kyoto Patrol Battalion to report, and the youngest Song Wenyan also went to the Guozi Monitor School.None of the three brothers ate in the mansion, so Rongyu was the only one who ate lunch in the front hall.

The servants had already prepared the food on the small tablecloth, and Rong Yu went over to see that there were only two more dishes than when he was a guest, and it seemed that the taste was not as good as what A Liang cooked for him.

Rong Yu sighed, and took the chopsticks from the hand of the waiter serving dishes,

Amidst the surprise on the boy's face, Rong Yu took a big plate, filled it with some rice, and picked out a few dishes that looked a little edible, and brought them back to his Xiyuan like a rice bowl to eat.

The servants and maids serving in the front hall had never seen such a situation before, they all looked at each other in blank dismay, and one of them immediately reported to Manager Qi.

There were not many things going on in the Marquis of Pingyang. Since Rong Yu came, it has been happening every day. Director Qi was very annoyed. He originally wanted to catch up with the door to scold him, but after thinking about it, that kid was a rascal and came to the door alone to say Don't be allowed to be bitten back by him, and immediately dismissed the idea, and decided to find a chance to file a complaint with Lord Hou at night.

So the young man who came back to report with a cold snort did not bother Rongyu.

In the evening, the three brothers of the Song family had all returned. When the hall was so lively, Director Qi arranged it properly and added some dishes, giving it a somewhat festive atmosphere.

While laying out the dishes, Song Yanming asked Song Wenyan about today's homework as usual. After Song Wenyan answered clearly, he turned his head and glanced at Song Yizhou who was being cleaned by the servants.

"I went to the patrol camp to report on the first day, are you still used to it?"

Song Yizhou tossed the scarf away, his expression normal: "It's okay, that's it."

He didn't say anything about it, but on the first day he took office, he beat Chen Qing, the captain of Zuo Duwei, who gave him authority, and Dudu Pang of the patrol battalion had already sued Song Yanming.

Originally, the commander of the patrol battalion had the right to report this kind of disregard of law and order to the imperial court, but military officers are no better at speaking than civilian officials. Considering that Song Yanming is deeply trusted by the Holy Spirit now, he should give him some face.

——The Bei'an Dynasty emphasized civility over military affairs, even the highest-ranking generals, but from the third rank, in terms of merit and deeds, they often lag behind, and can't compare with the merits of a warlord, so the governor thought for a long time, I only reported it to Song Yanming.

Song Yanming directly exposed his lie: "Pang Dudu has already told me."

Song Yizhou's face froze, and he couldn't help snorting: "Just say that Siguang will sue, and he has a feeling that he is coming at me alone."

"Nonsense! Do you think it's still reckless?"

Song Yanming's face darkened: "Pang Dudu gave Pingyang Hou's face, if he sues the imperial court, he will have to pull you to show his prestige, so as to imitate others, how can he sit here and eat well."

Song Yizhou was depressed and was about to argue, but he saw Uncle He had already entered with the help of his servants.

He had a look of joy on his face, "Second Master, today is the first day to go to the patrol camp to report, is it okay?"

Song Yizhou's heart tightened suddenly, he looked at Song Yanming, and coughed: "It's good, it's much more comfortable than being in the rivers and lakes."

Uncle He grinned: "I'll say that you, a kid, are usually extravagant, and you are absolutely unambiguous when it comes to serious matters. The old saying is true."

Song Yizhou coughed dryly again, and looked at his elder brother again, seeing that he was wiping his hands slowly with a towel, and didn't intend to poke him, so he was relieved.

He helped Bo He to sit down, and after a while, he couldn't help asking: "Uncle He, when are you going back to Luzhou?"

He Bo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Lord Hou said, this year's New Year's Eve, it's rare to have a crowd, let me keep it."

Song Yizhou couldn't see what Song Yanming was thinking, this guy was used to killing people with a knife, but he couldn't find any mistakes, so he just gritted his teeth secretly.

I heard Song Yanming say again:

"Tomorrow, I will personally accompany you to the Governor's Mansion."

Song Yizhou knew that he was forcing him to apologize, but with Uncle He by his side, he could only hold his neck,

"understood."

Seeing that the two brothers had regained their friendship, He Bo stroked a few gray beards on his chin, and couldn't help showing a somewhat gratified smile on his old face.

While eating his meal, Rong Yu stepped in from the outside. He thought he had come early, but he didn't expect that the main table was already full of people.

He was startled for a moment, then walked over and said hello: "Master Hou, Second Master, Third Master."

He looked at Uncle He, but didn't know who the other party was, he was slightly startled, Song Yanming had already introduced:

"This is Uncle He, the old housekeeper of the house."

It turned out to be this one, Rong Yu understood, and smiled lightly, "Hello, Uncle He."

He Bo nodded slightly, as a response.

After saying hello, Rong Yu went to the small dining table behind the screen.

Song Yizhou's gaze has been by his side from just now, more or less amused, he has seen this guy's rambunctious appearance a lot, unexpectedly he behaved like a Xiaojiabiyu, the corner of his mouth curled up, just a little very surprised.

Then at the next moment, Rong Yu came out with a plate from the back of the screen, and went straight to the door.

The four people at the main table were all stunned.

Song Yanming put down his chopsticks and stopped him: "Where are you going?"

Rong Yu sighed inwardly.

He can't popularize science with this group of vested interests in feudal society, such as that all people are born equal, and it's wrong for you to wait like this and let me hide in the corner for dinner, and he can't really force himself to be this The little girl who "knows the rules and knows the general".

So I could only smile: "I'd better go back to Xiyuan to eat, I'm used to it."

Just as he was about to slip away again, Song Yanming yelled coldly behind him: "Wait!"

"what……"

Rong Yu turned her head with a pure face.

Uncle He's face was already black. Although Song Yizhou explained it to him later, he still didn't like this seductive master who was so rude even after being given a position. If Song Yanming hadn't been present, he would have exploded on the spot up.Song Wenyan was also stunned, only Song Yizhou was watching what happened in front of him with great interest.

Song Yanming looked at his playful smile, and said indifferently: "It seems that Madam Xi hasn't taught you how to behave."

His eyes fell on Manager Qi, "What's going on?"

Director Qi waited for Song Yanming to ask, and he lowered his hand: "Old slave will never forget this, I have already sent the teaching nun to Rong Xiaoniang, this is the old nun invited by the palace, and then It’s safe, but it’s not like you’re so ignorant that you don’t even teach basic etiquette.”

The implication is that everything that should be taught has been taught, and there is nothing this guy can do if he doesn't get in.

Song Yanming glanced at Rong Yu: "I'll ask Nanny Xi for advice tomorrow, and make sure Xiaoniang Rong knows the rules."

"Yes." Manager Qi replied respectfully.

I don't embarrass others, but why do others embarrass me.

Rong Yu sighed, and showed a bright smile: "Forget it, I'm stupid, I probably won't be able to learn it in this life."

He put the rice in his hand on the main table, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth: "You guys take it easy."

He still doesn't want to eat this barely swallowable meal.

Rong Yu was actually hungry, but he was high-spirited, so naturally he couldn't stand being so useless. What happened tonight had already woken him up, and he had to find a way out as soon as possible.

When she returned to the mansion, Rong Yu lay on the bed and turned left and right. A maid had already come in to tidy up the outer room. Rong Yu thought for a while, and found a piece of broken silver from between the pillows.

This is what he asked A Liang to exchange for him, because gold beans are too difficult to use.He weighed it, held it in his hand, walked towards the maid, and pressed the broken silver into her hand.

The maid's eyes widened, "Little... Miss, what is this?"

"You are the one who is the most careful in cleaning, and this money is for you." Rong Yu smiled, "It's just that there are still some things that bother you to help me."

"What are you doing..."

The servant girl was on guard,

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered the steamed cake that A Liang bought last time, and I want to eat it, so I trouble you to go to Chengxi Hutong and tell A Liang, just ask him to buy some and send it in."

It's just such a small matter, the servant woman obviously relaxed, and said with a smile: "Young lady, you are welcome, I will go there now."

The maid left soon, and Rong Yu was upset for no reason. He remembered that A Liang said he would go back for three days, so he should be at home now.

After waiting for about half an hour, when the door rang, A Liang hurried in.

Just now he was preparing to steam cakes at home, when Mrs. Li, who also works in the Hou Mansion, came to him and told her that the young lady of the Hou Mansion invited him to buy some steamed cakes.

He had just returned from the countryside, so he didn't know that Rong Yu had been registered as the daughter of the Pingyang Marquis Mansion, so he was stunned for a long time before he heard about it from Sister Li.

He was in a state of confusion for a moment, and thought that the son was in such a hurry to ask him in, there must be something urgent, so he packed up immediately, told his old lady a few words, and hurried to the Hou's mansion with two pieces of hot steamed cake.

As soon as he entered the door, Rong Yu unceremoniously took the steamed cake wrapped in oiled paper in his hand, tore it a few times, and ate it up in a short while. A Liang was afraid that he would choke, so he hurriedly poured water for him, and swallowed it. Taking the last sip of water, Rong Yu finally filled her hungry stomach.

A Liang hesitated for a moment, then said: "My lord, I heard from Mrs. Li that you, your name has been registered in the Hou Mansion, is it true?"

Rong Yu nodded, "Yes."

Ah Liang, who got the exact news, didn't know why, but his heart was empty. He couldn't explain what was going on with this feeling, but murmured: "This, this..."

Rong Yu patted the crumbs off his hands, and said to A Liang: "It's not important, A Liang, I asked you to come in in a hurry because I have something to ask for your help."

Rong Yu knew that this was not an easy task for A Liang, but he had no one else to help.

He entered the inner room, took out a small wooden box, and opened it in front of A Liang. A golden light flashed in his eyes. A Liang immediately saw a few golden beans inside. He helped Rong Yu go to Yinzhuang to exchange it. I didn't expect Rongyu to have so many golden beans once, and I was a little surprised for a while.

Rong Yu nodded, closed the box, and said to A Liang solemnly: "Do you remember that I analyzed with you which streets and alleys have the best flow of people and are most suitable for stalls?"

A Liang was startled, and immediately nodded, "It's Guanyin Temple Lane, and Anqingfang City."

Rong Yu nodded, "Go and have a look at these two places tomorrow morning, which shops can be leased or sold, ask for more prices, and report them to me at that time. In addition, if you can, you can stop by the shops that are still there. Do some inquiring about the stores you operate, look at the prices, and try to have a bottom line in your heart."

A Liang nodded, a little puzzled, "It's not difficult, it's just young master, why do you ask these questions?"

Rong Yu rubbed her fingers, her eyes sparkled, "I want to start a business."

A Liang didn't hear clearly for a while, "Young master, what are you talking about?"

Rong Yu smiled, and solemnly placed the box in A Liang's hand, "A Liang, I need your help to run the shop with me."

A Liang was startled, this was the second time Rong Yu had told him.

He thought that Rong Yu was already the young lady of the Hou Mansion, why would she want to go outside to earn such hard money.

But seeing Rong Yu's sincere and firm shining eyes, Ah Liang couldn't help suppressing all kinds of doubts that came out of his mouth. In fact, he had already considered it after Rong Yu told him last time, but Not as resolute as it is today.

"I will put the son's matter first in my heart."

Rong Yu was slightly moved in his heart. In his era, there were naturally many subordinates who shouted all day long to follow his example, but Rong Yu knew that Ah Liang was different.

"Ah Liang, I really don't know what to say, but I will definitely keep your heart in mind."

A Liang shook his head, "Master, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today, you don't have to say that."

Rong Yu smiled: "Forget it, what are we doing, are we flattering each other?"

He patted Ah Liang on the shoulder: "Go back, you don't need to come in tomorrow, I have asked Manager Qi to ask you to be my servant, now you can do whatever you want, you don't have to stay at the house all the time."

"Really?"

A Liang was pleasantly surprised. He originally thought that Rong Yu's matter was important, and he would immediately abduct him to Mr. Qi to ask for a leave. Unexpectedly, Rong Yu actually took him from the dining room, and he couldn't help but thank him: "My lord, You are very kind."

Compared with being a hard and tiring servant in the dining room, it can be said that it is extremely relaxing to be a servant who is waiting for orders by the master's side, not to mention being able to accompany the son.

He was overjoyed, thanked Rong Yu again, and left gratefully.

Rong Yu sighed, it was just a small effort, and partly because of her own selfishness, she didn't want A Liang to show her gratitude.

He is such an honest child, probably he really can only be grateful.

Gratitude trades from one form of slavery to another.

Rong Yu couldn't help thinking of the small table in the corner of the front hall.

If possible, he should not be domesticated by this society at all.

How long might it last?

Rong Yu is not a person who thinks too much, but he has been in the Marquis Mansion for a long time, and he has seen so many things, it is inevitable that he will suddenly think, will he be domesticated one day?

He struggled hard on the foundation given to him by his original body, and didn't know where he could go.

Maybe in the end, he might not even be able to get out of this deep house.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered what Song Yanming said to him,

"You can think clearly, once you pass the registration of the ancestral hall, you will always be a member of the Marquis Mansion, you will never be able to love, you will never be able to withdraw, you will always be alone, until you grow old, until you die."

Originally, he was so resolute, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little indescribably stuffy.

He stood up and found that the sacrificial wine for blessings from the previous two days was still on the table. He walked over like a ghost, picked up a pot, slapped the sealing mud, lifted the oiled paper cover, shook it, and put it on the table. The tip of the nose sniffed,

The smell of alcohol was weaker than the "Drunk Flying Flower" that Song Yizhou gave him some time ago. He looked up to the sky and wiped the corners of his mouth.

The food in Pingyang Marquis Mansion is not good, but the wine is well brewed, soft and mellow in the mouth, it should be a good wine.

Rong Yu drank a few more sips one after another, and exhaled lightly.

Walking slowly to the window, he looked at the moonlight outside and became slightly confused.

Every time this happened, he felt like Zhuang Zhou was dreaming of a butterfly. He couldn't tell whether it was the dream of Rong Yu in this book or the dream of Rong Yu who was busy with work.

There was a sudden knock on the door, the sound of Songzhu,

"Ms. Rong, Master Hou invites you to the middle hall."

Rong Yu said without hesitation, "No!"

What to do is just to listen to the lofty clichés of the feudal autocratic guards, that's all.

Shochiku was startled, did not continue to ask questions, just bowed and backed out.

When Song Yanming came to Xiyuan in person, several jugs had already been poured at Rong Yu's feet.

Song Yanming frowned slightly, looked at the red double happiness posted on it, and knew that this was sacrificial wine for blessing, and nine bottles had to be placed in the inner room for nine days to get auspiciousness.

Unexpectedly, before placing it for two days, this guy has already drunk five or six bottles.

Seeing his blushing cheeks, he was obviously drunk.

Song Yanming was about to call someone, but saw Rong Yu standing up staggeringly, "I'm not drunk, don't let people disturb my purity."

He rubbed his face, swayed to Ruantan and sat down, his peach blossom eyes were drunk and he said, "Hey, Song Yanming, what are you doing here? You won't come to lecture again, I advise you not to!"

Rong Yu waved his hand, "Wasting each other's time..."

He was about to say something more, when his face suddenly changed, and he immediately covered his mouth, as if he was about to spit it out, Song Yanming immediately stepped forward to help him, but Rongyu had already run to the spittoon by himself, and vomited all at once .

Song Yanming sighed, and called Songzhu: "Go and prepare some hot water and hangover soup."

Songzhu Deling went down immediately.

Only Song Yanming and Rong Yu were left in the room.

He looked at Rong Yu's panting appearance, and finally handed him his handkerchief, "Wipe."

Rong Yu took it, and the cleanliness started to flare up again, her brows frowned, "I...I don't use other people's things."

Seeing his obvious disgust, Song Yanming felt a little unhappy, so he said coldly: "Since you don't know how to drink, you should moderate it."

Rong Yu ignored him, just wiped her mouth with her sleeve, sat down directly, and buried her face in her knees.

Song Yanming sighed softly, it's not the right time to come today, he was about to retreat and call some servants to serve him, when he heard Rong Yu's muffled voice,

"Song Yanming...I can't learn to be a girl who understands the rules...I can't learn to hide in a corner and eat like an obedient dog..."

His voice was a little dazed: "I will never learn...don't ask people to torment me every day...I just want to be a Marquis mansion...just to prevent outsiders from easily bullying and humiliating me..."

Perhaps the stimulation of alcohol made Rong Yu say some soft words, he raised his head and looked at Song Yanming, his eyes were a little distracted:

"That's all I want...you gave it...I will definitely not cause trouble for the Hou Mansion..."

Song Yanming looked at him for a while, then said calmly:

"Have you not caused too many troubles?"

Rong Yu looked into his deep eyes, and gritted her teeth. The alcohol seemed to have paralyzed his tongue, but he didn't return his mouth immediately. He raised his head back, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of resentment:

"But you promised to set me free...how can you say nothing..."

Song Yanming originally wanted to say that freedom is freedom within limits, but for some reason, he swallowed those words again.

The air was quiet, only the sound of Rong Yu's heavy breathing.

Song Yanming suddenly said:

"If you don't want to eat at that small table, then you don't have to go."

Rong Yu smiled, rubbed his brows, and looked at Song Yanming lazily: "Master Hou...are you buying people's hearts?"

Song Yanming didn't flick him at all, and it was rare to ask back: "Would you be bribed for a person like you who doesn't like oil and salt?"

"Maybe."

Rong Yu lay on her knees, tilted her head to look at Song Yanming's handsome face, and her complexion was even more beautiful.