Yongpingfang, Wang family.

In the main hall, there were a faint crying sound, and a suppressed silence.

After a long time, the man with a bit of gray hair on his hair opened his mouth to the crying woman, "Okay, stop crying. This time it was a promotion, not a demotion. Why are you crying?"

"Master, yes...but is Hei Liao? Where is the place where people stay? You are afraid... you will suffer a serious crime when you go."

The woman burst into tears and said crying.

Although the man's face was only in his forties, he was well maintained. In fact, he was already in his fifties.

After hearing the woman's words, I couldn't help feeling sad, but I didn't want my wife and daughter to be sad, so I scolded: "It's really a foolish word. There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers guarding the border in the country. Could it be that Chengdu is not a place where people are? This is also something that can be said?"

Mrs. Wang and Aunt Xue sat opposite each other and looked at each other. Mrs. Wang said, "Brother, why did you suddenly resign from your post?"

After hearing this, the man glanced at Mrs. Wang, twitched his mouth, gently stroked his long beard and shook his head, "This is a secret discussion between the military, and it is not unknown to the cabinet ministers. How can I know? However... it should be done by Fang Taiwei, the Marquis of Yiwu, and the order was transferred. What was covered was the seal of Fang Taiwei."

As soon as this statement came out, Mrs. Wang was really confused. Could it be that she really wronged that little beast?

When Aunt Xue heard this, her eyes lit up and said, "Brother Huan said the same thing. When his sister scolded him, he called for injustice. Now it seems that my sister really wronged him."

Of course, what the man didn't say was that the reason why Fang Nantian was stamped was because he was the Minister of Military Affairs who stayed on duty today, and no matter which seal on the official document was his seal...

The man was the elder brother of Aunt Xue and Mrs. Wang, Wang Ziteng. After hearing Aunt Xue's words, he frowned and looked at Mrs. Wang, and said in a deep voice: "Shuqing, this is your family matter, and it is inconvenient for you to talk too much for your brother. However, when dealing with Jia Huan, you must not be in a bad way again.

Have you never heard of the Supreme Emperor's attitude towards this son is even closer than that of an ordinary emperor?

Even his favorite princess married him, and today the crown prince came to his house in person, and the rumors were rumored that they had a great conversation.

In this case, wouldn’t you be confused if you only treat him as a slave for a few lifetimes?”

When Mrs. Wang heard this, she nodded with a blank expression and said, "I understand."

Seeing this, Wang Ziteng's face darkened, but he couldn't say anything else.

But Wang Ziteng's wife Li looked at Mrs. Wang with tears in her eyes and begged: "Three sisters, your child is so furious and has such a close relationship with the royal family. Can you ask him to ask him to have a love affair with the master, don't let him..."

"Bang!"

Wang Ziteng slapped the table heavily and made a muffled sound. The teacup on the table was shaking, which also calmed his wife's words. He took a deep breath and said, "What are you talking about? The military cabinet is discussing that he, a child, can make the decision? Don't make any more trouble! But..."

Prince Teng sighed and said, "I have no choice, but Ren'er should have a solution.

The Ministry of War's transfer order is far less than that of the Military Museum. Moreover, the Ministry of War has always been in the sphere of influence of Rongguo, so changing a recruitment order is nothing more than a small task for him.

There will be no gossip, just a captain.”

Mrs. Wang did not speak, but Aunt Xue said: "Brother Feng made a big fuss today, and the old lady also spoke, and Brother Huan finally spitted."

When Wang Ziteng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, that's good. Otherwise, with Ren Ge'er's temperament, he would have gone to the northwest, so...ah."

Aunt Xue said again: "Brother Huan also said that the land of Hei Liao was guarded by Wen Yanzheng, the Marquis of Fenwu. It was the place where Fenwu Mansion started. Brother, you will definitely not have too many problems when you go there. Maybe you can make achievements."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ziteng's expression improved three points again, shook his head and smiled, "I am so old, what else do I want to make achievements? But, hehe, it's easier."

After saying that, he reminded Mrs. Wang: "Shuqing, you have been in the inner house for a long time and don't understand the situation outside. I'll say a few more words for my brother, so listen.

Since Rongguo, the Jia family has withered its talents and no one is willing to do things. Therefore, the Jia, Shi, Wang and Xue families have come forward and have barely taken the lead.

But obviously, Rong Guo’s old subordinates were not very interested.

The situation is different now. A successful descendant of Rong's Kingdom suddenly appeared among the descendants of Rong's Kingdom, and he also followed the Wushu himself, and took the initiative to make friends with the old subordinates of Rong's Kingdom, and even helped the old subordinates of Rong's Kingdom, who almost dispersed their wealth.

Through a battle with Prince Zhongshun, he re-debuted the name of the Jia family's Black Cloud Banner and became famous in one battle.

Then, the old subordinates of the Rong Kingdom of the Great Qin Army began to gather again in secret with great tacit understanding and silently.

They did not form cliques, nor did they connect in the middle.

However, just because the Jia family stood up again, they spontaneously revealed the word Jia on their bodies again.

This is why the Emperor's Grandson visited Ningguo Mansion today.

Almost all the relatives and nobles of the martial arts were tacitly confirmed that Jia Huan was the "Jia Daishan" left to the crown prince by the Supreme Emperor.

It is basically certain that as long as Jia Huan is successful and not to have any major mistakes, he will be able to take charge of at least half of the future military.

Moreover, his future title will definitely not be the mere Ninth Prince. He is very likely to become the first Duke of the Fourth Generation of the Qin Dynasty, the Duke of Ning.

Shuqing, in this situation, you still want to suppress him, can you hold it back?

You don't have to deny it, you're afraid you don't know that your attitude towards Brother Huan has almost become a laughing stock in the circle of nobles. I have wanted to say these words to you for a long time.

If anyone had such a concubine's son, who would not want to do his best to win over the enemy with all means, it would be better to pull him from his biological mother. Even if he couldn't, he would be respectful, respectful, and love him.

All the nobles of Daqin are optimistic about him, but you, the legitimate mother who should have been closest to him, are actually thinking of a way to suppress him?

Why are you not confused?

Shuqing, you have to see a situation clearly, that is, the future of the Wang family, there is no dependency in the younger generation, and brother Wei only has one daughter.

Neither Ren nor other children can afford to take on the Wang family, and it is even more impossible for you to help you deal with Jia Huan.

Next time you want to suppress him, you might as well think about what to do with Baoyu in the future?

To be honest, if my girl was not seven or eight years older than Jia Huan and had already engaged in marriage with the son of Baoning Hou, even if she gave up her face for her brother, she would marry her good daughter to Jia Huan for the sake of the Wang family, even if she was a fair wife.”

As he said that, Wang Ziteng's eyes swept across Aunt Xue's thoughtful face...

...

"Brother Shi, what's wrong today? Drink slowly, drink too quickly and get drunk."

On the Huixian Tower, a group of graceful young men in the turbid world were sitting around the table, reciting poems and talking and drinking happily, which was so unhappy. Only the one in the middle was in a daze and just kept drinking.

Others were surprised to see this. Because this Lord never dared to drink too much when he came out to drink, for fear that he would not be able to explain to his strict father at home after he went back.

But I didn't expect that today would make an exception, and everyone asked with concern.

Although the lonely man was drinking, he was very kind and said to everyone apologetically: "But has disturbed everyone's Xing'er? I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault."

"What's this? We have to say this? Baoyu, what's the matter? Why don't you talk to everyone? We are all rare good friends, and it's not a little different from the brothers of life and death mentioned by those people. Why do you have to drink alone?"

One of them had a young man with a quiet and feminine look on his face and said gently with his orchid fingers.

Jia Baoyu's eyes were already drunk, but after hearing this, he smiled, took the man's hand, held it in his hand, and thanked him: "Keep Qi, thank you for your heart."

After hearing this, the young man called Qiguan also smiled and became extremely charming. He stretched out his other hand and placed it on Jia Baoyu's hand, rubbed it gently, and said in a sweet voice: "Since you understand my heart, you should tell me the worries in your heart and listen to everyone, you can share your worries with Baoyu. Even if I am so talented, Xianglian is there, and Xiao Zhong'er is there, and I can always share your worries with you."

Jia Baoyu glanced at all the friends, but smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "It's hard to relieve worries, it's hard to relieve worries."

After saying that, he let go of Qi Guan's hand, raised his head and poured a glass of apricot blossom wine.

"Baoyu, drinking like this is harmful to the body."

Qi Guan got up and left the seat, walked to Jia Baoyu, leaned over and hugged him. The fragrance on his body made Jia Baoyu intoxicated. He buried his face in Qi Guan's chest, but after a while, he choked up and made a sound.

"Oh! I didn't expect that you, a wealthy young man, have such difficult things to tell, which have made your heart suffer..."

Qi Guan stroked Jia Baoyu's side face pity and said softly.

Qin Zhong sat opposite him, hesitated for a while, and said, "I think it may be related to Baoyu's third brother."

"Jia Huan?"

The face sitting next to Qin Zhong was like powder and lips were covered with grease. After hearing this, the man with a heroic brow frowned slightly and said, "He is not the same person as us, a character like a king. Could it be that he dares to bully Baoyu?"

"Oh, not, Brother Xianglian doesn't know, then Jia Huan... I don't know what to say.

Although he was domineering and arrogant outside, he often beat others and broke his hands and feet, but in front of his sisters at home, he was as gentle as us, and he was very gentle and gentle as me.

He also had a mouth that could be said and coaxed, which made the sisters in the family get close to him, but instead sorted out Baoyu.

so……"

"Stop talking, drink!"

Jia Baoyu got up from Qi Guan's arms, picked up the wine pot and was about to pour the wine, but Qi Guan leaned over and held his hand down and said, "What's the fun of drinking like this? Why would you call Yun'er to sing a song?

Today, I was a host, so I asked someone to go to Jinxiangyuan to call Yun'er. I was afraid that her coming in early would disturb our conversation, so I let her stay in a gap. Since Baoyu didn't want to say too much today, why would she call Yun'er to sing a song to relieve you? "

Jia Baoyu was overjoyed when he heard this, holding Qi Guan's hand and said gratefully: "Qi Guan, you really understand my heart."

When Qi Guan heard this, she smiled charmingly, then got up and went inside to call people.
Chapter completed!