Flowers on the other side [Comprehensive Red House]

Jia Amnesty took his personal guard, Xiaoxing, to stay overnight, and rushed back to the capital under the stars and the moon.He sent one of his personal guards back to Rongguo Mansion to report the letter, and took the rest with him to the Ministry of War to deliver orders first.

From the top to the bottom of the Ministry of War, the voice of congratulations and congratulations has been heard since seeing the son of Duke Rong.He even patted him on the shoulder and called him Cheng Engong with a smile.Jia Amnesty returned the gift generously and decently to the former, expressing that there must be wine on the prince's wedding day.For the latter, he slapped haha ​​and slapped him.

"General Shi is Cheng Engong! You called the wrong person."

Jia Amnesty's slaps were not so easy to bear, after a few slaps, no one came to him to make do and call Cheng Engong.

Jia Amnesty went through the formalities at the Ministry of War on this side, and the saints in the palace over there got the news.Not long after, the servant came over according to the instructions of the sage, and told Jia Amnesty to come to Wenyuan Pavilion to face the sage.

Jia Amnesty followed the servant and went straight to Wenyuan Pavilion, making all the courtiers who were waiting outside Wenyuan Pavilion, waiting for the emperor's summons, very envious.Inevitably, there were some people who looked at the prince of Rong Guo striding into no man's land, and said sourly about foreign relatives fighting for power or something.

Those who knew Jia Amnesty whispered, "In the early years, before the sage ascended the throne, when he was studying with the prince, he was the only one who could enter the prince's study. He also had a courtyard in the East Palace. That! The one where his son lives now."

Those who heard it couldn't help but lament the great favor of Jia's father and son. It seems that the princess was selected because of the honor of her father and grandfather.

The sage saw Jia Amnesty who was walking in like a dragon and a tiger, knelt down in front of him, paid respects, and shouted quickly.

"Enhou, free from courtesy. Is this journey okay?"

"Everything is fine. The sage is always good?" Jia Amnesty complied with the etiquette requirements of the audience, and surprised the historian who followed the sage to write down the daily notes. When did the prince of Rongguo start to behave according to the etiquette?

The sage looked at Jia Amnesty, who had just returned to the city to report his duties a year ago, with a look of frost on his face, knowing that he was under a lot of pressure in the north.After giving a seat, he called the waiter to serve tea.

"Enhou, the crown prince chose Ling Ai to be the crown princess, and I have no choice but to call you back to Beijing."

"Saint, I understand."

A sage is a meal.

"Enhou, it's good that you understand. You just arrived in Beijing, I won't keep you, you have to go to the palace tomorrow, and accompany me to the Palace of Compassion and Ning for lunch."

"Yes." Jia Amnesty bowed and left.

Back at Rongguo Mansion, Jia She's heart slowly settled down.He first went to Rongxi Hall to pay his respects to his mother, and got Shi's sympathetic words of his love for him, and then sent him back to the east courtyard to see his wife and daughter.

Jia Amnesty sneered in his heart after leaving Rongxi Hall, not seeing her for more than a year, and her mother's hypocrisy is getting better and better.I am better than the second child brought up by my mother in everything, hmph, there are indeed some things that I can't ask for.

Mrs. Zhang was very happy about her husband's return to Beijing, she had already ordered people to prepare everything for Jia She to go back to the house to freshen up.Seeing Jia She came back, he called for someone to come up to help Jia She wash and wash, and he held the change of inner clothes, and asked someone to serve tea and snacks.

Jia Amnesty stopped the flustered wife and said, "Yizhen, I will be in the capital from now on, and I will be busy with you every day in the future, so there is no need to be busy at this moment."

Mrs. Zhang heard that her husband would be in the capital from now on, her hands holding the coat trembled, and her voice also trembled.

"Husband, can you really stay in the capital?"

"Yes. The saint agrees."

"Great."

Mrs. Zhang wept with joy and sobbed aloud. Her husband has been fighting outside all these years.Those who have only one year or two years can return to Beijing once for an assessment.Every time I stay in the mansion for ten or eight days at most, I go back to the north again.

Jia Amnesty took the clothes from her hand and motioned the servant girl to give her the handkerchief.

"Okay, don't cry anymore, this is a good thing. If you cry again, I will treat it as if you don't want me to go back to Beijing."

Mrs. Zhang took the handkerchief handed over by the maid, wiped away her tears, and still blamed Jia She: "Who is crying? I am happy."

"Yes, yes, you're not crying. You're happy."

Seeing that the maidservant had prepared the bath water, Jia She reached out and wrung Zhang's face, "Yizhen, since you're happy, come and help my husband wash his back."

Mrs. Zhang smiled and extended her hand to Jia Amnesty, allowing her husband to hold her hand and enter the clean room.

Jia Amnesty soaked in the warm water, closed his eyes and meditated.With Zhang's soft fingers, she gently and slowly washed Jia She's hair, washing away the dust mixed in the hair.After changing several basins of water, Mrs. Zhang was satisfied.She wrapped Jia Amnesty's hair in a big cloth towel, and poured two scoops of hot water from the hot water bucket on the side into the big bathtub.

"Husband, can I wipe your back for you?" Mrs. Zhang saw that Jia She seemed to be asleep, and asked softly.

"it is good."

Jia Ying was in her own yard, learning the rules of the palace with the teaching nuns sent by the palace.Hearing that her father had returned to the residence, she had no intention of continuing her studies, and after pleading guilty, she took her maid to the east courtyard where her parents lived.The nanny sent to teach the palace rules was personally selected by Shi Shi.Shi Shi learned from the old story of being taught by the nanny to cheat, and only asked the nanny to teach the palace rules clearly, not to restrain the princess and change her temperament.Shi discovered that the three generations of men in the Tu family cared more about his wife's personality.

When Jia Ying arrived at his mother's room, he saw his father, who had just showered, sitting in front of his mother's dressing table with a smile on his face, and let his mother tie his hair up.

"Father." Jia Ying called out happily.

Jia Amnesty turned his head when he heard the sound, saw his daughter coming in, and said with a smile: "Oh, the Crown Princess is here, I'm sorry, I'm disheveled, so I can't visit Your Highness."

Jia Ying pouted, "Daddy."

Mrs. Zhang pushed Jia She's shoulder, "Why are you teasing Ying'er, my husband?" But the hair he was holding was loose.

Jia Ying came to help Mrs. Zhang, took the comb, handed the hairpin and handed the jade crown, and tied Jia Amnesty's hair up.

Mrs. Zhang grabbed a box of facial fat, "Husband, this is tasteless, just rub it on a little bit."

"If you don't wipe it off, there's no reason for a man to make fans of it." Jia Amnesty vetoed it.

"Look how bad your face has been over the years." Mrs. Zhang persuaded gently.Every time I come back, I don’t wipe it off. I have to be persuaded to be annoyed before I agree.well!Harder to coax than a child.

"Father, you should take it for your mother's liking. Wipe it on, wipe it on."

Jia Amnesty couldn't resist the mother and daughter's persuasion, and finally complied with Mrs. Zhang.

After everything was packed, Jia Amnesty stood up and said, "Let's go, go to Rongxi Hall, your grandfather should be back."

Jia Daishan returned to the Ministry of War in the afternoon, and when he heard that his eldest son had gone to see the saint, he had no intention of staying longer in the Ministry of War.However, Dajing used troops everywhere, he really has a lot of things to do as the Minister of the Ministry of War, and when he has dealt with them, it's time to go to the Yamen.Jia Daishan sent someone to deliver a letter to the East Palace, and he waited for Jia Hu to accompany him before returning to Rongguo Mansion.

After the father, father and son greeted each other well, the whole family happily had a reunion dinner.

After the meal, Jia Daishan dismissed all the servants, and asked Jia Amnesty directly: "Enhou, you face the saint today, what does the saint say?"

Jia She glanced at the people in the room. The son should know these things when he is older; the daughter should know these things earlier when she becomes a princess; the wife should also pass on her own attitude to the uncle; , it's better to let her know earlier, it's up to her father to explain this to her.

"Father, the sage said that the prince chose my daughter to be his concubine, so he had to call his son back to Beijing."

Jia Daishan nodded, "As expected."

"Father, my son will explain to the saint."

"Understand what?" Shi was confused by her husband and son.

Jia Amnesty said slowly, "Before Ying'er enters the palace, father will retire. Mother, my son will probably have a dismissal in the Ministry of War."

Shi took a breath, "Retirement? Dismissal?"

Jia Daishan nodded slightly and looked at Jia Hu.

"Hu'er, do you know why this is?"

Without even thinking about it, Jia Hu said: "My younger sister enters the palace as the princess, my grandfather is the minister of the Ministry of War in Beijing, my father holds a large army outside, and my uncle is the minister of the Ministry of punishment. The Rongguo Mansion does not want to seek..." Jia Hu stretched out his hand and pointed upwards. , and continued: "Grandfather and father had no choice but to step back, and the eldest and second uncles are fine. Otherwise, it will be hard to say whether the younger sister can keep it when the royal family takes action."

Shi shi exclaimed, and she stuttered and asked Rong Guogong, "Master, how come..."

Mrs. Zhang also grabbed her husband's sleeve and cast a searching look at her son.

Jia Daishan collected his breath and said slowly: "The Rongguo Mansion followed the Tai/ancestor to fight the world, and it has held military power since the establishment of the dynasty. After the Taishang took over the military power of the Beijing Palace and the Zhen Guogong Mansion, it became another big scene. If the one who has held the most military power for the longest time does not retreat, the royal family will worry that the army will be controlled by the Jia family. It is even more afraid that after the crown prince gives birth to a grandson, the government will be held hostage."

"The royal family chose Ying'er as the princess concubine to leave a way for our Rongguo Mansion so that our father and son can hand over military power with dignity." Jia She added after his father.

Over the years, because of her husband's high status and power, Shi Shi has always been flattered in Beijing.Hearing that her husband and son were going to hand over real power, she couldn't help crying.

"Master, won't we be in the same family with those who only have titles?"

Without a real job, even a county king is nothing more than everyone's vain respect.

Hearing Shi's nomination of the title, Jia Dai was so kind and decided to do it together.

"Shi Shi, you will clean up the Rongxi hall tomorrow, and we will move to the Rongqing hall at the back. The Rongxi hall will be vacated for Xi'er and his wife, and the east courtyard will be reorganized for Hu'er to marry."

"Master?" Shi Shi disapproved all the time, moving to Rongqing Hall by himself was announcing to the outside world that he was going to retire, which meant that he had to hand over the rights of housekeeper.

"For my husband's meeting tomorrow, Xi'er should inherit the title. She has done a lot in the north over the years..."

Jia She understood what his father hadn't said yet, even if he didn't have the title of Duke Rong's son, he should have a Earl or higher based on his own achievements.

Shi Shi was stunned by the series of arrangements made by her husband. She listened blankly to the conversation between her husband and her son and grandson.She didn't understand why her husband had to quit his job and why her son had to become a vain job.

Like her, Mrs. Zhang also didn't understand.

"Enhou, Hu'er, you father and son have taught Yinger well in the past two years. Hedong for 30 years, and Hexi for 30 years. In another 30 years, Rongguo Mansion will still be the first-rate family in the capital."

The next day, the three grandparents of the Jia family had lunch with the grandparents of the royal family. Jia Daishan proposed that he should be appointed as an official and the title should also be passed on to the eldest son.

The Taishang and the saint met eyes, and the Taishang said: "Old Jia, you have worked hard all your life for the sake of the great cause and me. I remember your rescue and your achievements, so I made an exception and let you take the title in place." The name Enhou was taken by me. I wanted him to inherit the title of Marquis. It was a special kindness, but now..."

Thousands of sighs welled up in the Taishang's heart, too many words, before Rong Guogong and his son's hard work and pardoning military exploits over the years, it was impossible to say.

The saint patted the Taishang's arm reassuringly, and then said, "With Enhou's military exploits in these years, it is not too bad to be a marquis. Father, my son intends to let Enhou inherit the Duke of Rongguo, do you think so?" "

The Empress nodded, "It is appropriate for Marquis En to inherit the Duke of Rongguo for another generation."

Jia's father and son were overjoyed, and immediately thanked the Supreme Master and the saint for their kindness.

The prince sitting on the side looked at Jia Hu's silence and thought of Jia Ying's beautiful smiling eyes. He felt emotional that the Rongguo Mansion really knows how to advance and retreat.