"Brother Feng, what do you think about today?"

Mrs. Wang was holding it on the chair of the Grand Master, and Aunt Zhou carefully applied the towel that was stirred by hot water on Mrs. Wang's forehead, while Wang Xifeng stood on the other side.

There were rare maids around him. Even after hearing Mrs. Wang's words, Aunt Zhou left on the excuse of using hot water to stir the towel.

In such a big hall, there are only Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng’s aunt and nephew.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xifeng sighed and said, "Madam, we have to make plans in advance."

Mrs. Wang didn't raise her eyelids, and a string of Buddhist beads in her hand rotated, and said lightly: "What are you planning?"

Wang Xifeng was stunned when she heard this, then gritted her teeth and said, "Madam, early this morning, the bastard was having a mess. Sister-in-law, Master Lian and I have all gone over to see it. What do you think we see? The third brother was like fished out of water, and his whole body was soaked.

Just like that, he still gritted his teeth and persevered. When I saw him laughing at me, my heart was a little cold. Master Lian was also very angry, but when he saw his younger brother do this, he didn't say anything, and turned around and left."

Mrs. Wang's face changed, she snorted coldly, and said, "So what? Can he still make a comeback?"

Wang Xifeng sighed with a frown and said, "Of course he can't turn over. Although it's still too early to say anything now, it's still hard for the third brother to say whether the third brother can come from Wu Yidao. But it depends on his character... Madam, I am not as good as the third brother, no matter the one in our family or Baoyu!"

When Mrs. Wang heard this, her expression suddenly changed and she frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense. What is he?..."

Before Mrs. Wang could finish her words, she stopped herself because she thought of the scene where Jia Huan stepped forward and put it on the ground to hold Yu.

She could understand this approach, because if the jade is broken, there are many people who will be unlucky, but the most unlucky ones must be Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan and his son.

There are many people who can think of this, but with this decisiveness, they can avoid panic and decide to lie on the ground at the right time, probably only Jia Huan.

At least Mrs. Wang herself was completely panicked at that time, as if the sky had collapsed.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang's face changed.

Wang Xifeng took a look at the trouble and said, "Madam, we women don't understand any great principles, and we have never seen how Congwu should have a talent. But I have heard a saying that those who have ambition will succeed. Madam, the third child woke up from illness, is very different. Now it seems that the master does not oppose him Congwu, so he may not support him strongly.

With the support of the master, the old man will probably achieve something in the third day. Originally, this was a good thing. In the future, Brother Bao and his brothers will be able to walk more easily with the support of the third day.

But the problem is that the imperial court's nobles have a system of inheritance. Not to mention nobles, even the inheritance of the throne is different from the previous dynasty. My Qin Dynasty does not pay attention to the eldest son of the Yuan Dynasty, but what we value most is virtue and ability. If not, the dispute over the throne will not be so fierce today..."

"What do you mean? How is that possible?"

Mrs. Wang was shocked when she heard this and asked.

If the title of wise men is not a title of chief, then the title of Rongguo Mansion cannot be inherited by the boss Jia She. What is the wise man of that old man?

Wang Xifeng smiled bitterly and said, "Madam, if there are no brave men in the family, the rest are naturally the ruler and the eldest. But if there is one person who can succeed in martial arts, then he will definitely be given priority to others in inheriting the title and become the first heir. If not, why don't you be the master and be the third one to follow the martial arts?"

Mrs. Wang's hands were shaking, and she said with her lips trembling: "How dare he? How dare he have such delusions?"

Wang Xifeng shook her head and said, "The key is not the third brother, but the master..."

When Mrs. Wang heard this, she felt as if she was struck by lightning. She slowly sat down and said mutely: "What do you mean is this what the master means?"

Wang Xifeng shook her head repeatedly and said, "No, no, my wife misunderstood."

Mrs. Wang was still hunched and said, "What do you mean?"

Wang Xifeng said: "Of course, the master will not arrange for the third child to follow the martial arts. This must be the evil thought that the third child himself has. However, the master will not stop him, but will encourage him, because the master hopes that his children will be motivated..."

To be ambitious, this word is sometimes ridiculous for people like the Jia family.

Their family has a wealth of 100,000 yuan, and there are various inputs such as farms and gardens.

Their great achievements from their ancestors and their political status was extremely high. The magistrate of the Po Family and the Prefecture of the Destroyed Family, which was a joke to the Jia family.

They don’t even need to be like others who have been studying the classics and do a good job in eight-legged essays, and they can get a good job and become a high-ranking official.

They are not short of money, power, or status, and they are not short of anything.

What's the use of them to be motivated? Only poor and poor people think about motivating all day long.

And they are born with wealth! Even if they study, they are just to be polite and sensible.

So when Mrs. Wang heard Wang Xifeng’s words at this moment, she became a little dazed. Jia Zheng likes children to be ambitious?

How else should we make progress? What should we make progress?

Title!

Is what Jia Zheng wants a title?

But if he wants a title, he should support Baoyu. No matter how bad he is, he is his legitimate grandson Jia Lan. How could he support Jia Huan, the concubine's son?

Mrs. Wang couldn't figure it out.

Wang Xifeng answered her questions and said, "If Brother Bao and Lan Ge'er can also join the martial arts, the master will naturally support him more. But..."

"What identities are Baoyu and Lan'er? How can you do that lowly martial arts? Feng Ge'er, you are young after all, and you have not experienced much. After practicing martial arts, you can only give priority to the title and make many people crazy. But why are there so many wealthy families, and few people who practice martial arts in the end? In the court, how many generals are there?"

Mrs. Wang raised her head, said with a high tone and disdainful voice.

Wang Xifeng was stunned when she heard this and said, "Isn't it because practicing martial arts is too hard?"

Mrs. Wang snorted and said, "For the sake of wealth, how many people dare to refuse their heads, and are they still afraid of hardship?"

Wang Xifeng smiled apologized and said, "Madam, I have only seen a few things, how can I know so much? I probably heard that Congwu is very painful and usually painful, so it makes people want to die, so I don't know anything else."

Mrs. Wang sighed and said, "What you said is not bad. Apart from suffering, it is painful, and it makes life worse than death. It is okay to have a better root and bone. If the root and bone are not good, it is really a step-by-step scraping of bones, and then slapping the bones and then suffocating the bones with fire. Our Wang family, I know only, there are no less than eight people who are tortured by martial arts. I will never forget that tragic situation in my life..."

Wang Xifeng was so cold that she looked nowhere and said in a trembling voice: "Our Wang family also has...what are these people? Why didn't I see any of them when I was in Jinling, and I've never heard of them."

Mrs. Wang looked sad and said sadly: "All of them are dead, they begged the patriarch to give them some pleasure. They can no longer bear that kind of pain..."

Wang Xifeng was really puzzled and said, "Madam, it's not that I doubt you, but my ancestors of the Wang family, the second Duke of Rongning, and the other four kings and six dukes, how did they practice it at the beginning? It's unreasonable that they can practice it, but none of us, the younger generations, can't practice it!"

Mrs. Wang sneered, "So, I said, how dare that evil man dared to have thoughts that he shouldn't have. Why can the Four Kings and Eight Lords practice it? Why can they achieve wealth and honor that can be sprouted? It is because of fate, because of fate. They are all the destiny of heaven, and it is God who made them successful. If this is not the case, if someone wants to go against the will of heaven, then he will have to pay the price. Look at the Shi family, for a noble person, he is almost intoxicated.

They got it, and it was still a prominent situation of a two-legged marquis. But so what? For a title, what life did the Manchu Mansion live? There was no one rat in the bank of the official bank, hey..."

Wang Xifeng always felt that this explanation was a bit strange, but even though she was very smart, she couldn't think of why it was difficult for future generations to follow martial arts to go far away from their ancestors, so she could only accept Mrs. Wang's statement. Perhaps people from later generations really had no destiny.

Wang Xifeng was silent and said, "Madam, then we don't have to do anything, just sit and watch the third brother..."

Some things can be said but not done, and some things can be done but not said, because it is related to their upbringing...

Mrs. Wang shook her head slowly and said, "You can't do nothing. You are right. We need to find a way to make some preparations."

Wang Xifeng smiled bitterly. She always thought she was very wise and had a high ambition on weekdays, but in front of Mrs. Wang, who never sounded silent, she rarely controlled the rhythm. If she couldn't figure it out, she stopped thinking and asked, "Madam, didn't you say that practicing martial arts depends on fate? I think the third brother has no fate, otherwise he wouldn't have been born in the belly of his aunt. If he really had great blessings, he must have been born in his wife."

Regarding this unmarked flattery, Mrs. Wang smiled faintly and said, "It's also necessary to be careful. It's a blessing to be born in this Jia family. What's more..." Mrs. Wang narrowed her eyes and paused in her tone, and said, "What's more, he has the blessing of the old Duke Rong."

Wang Xifeng's expression changed when she heard this, shook her head and sighed, "It's really impossible. The third brother is a troublesome person. He doesn't have much trouble on weekdays, but he just mutters how the concubine's son is bullied. It's really hard for us to do it when he stares at hundreds of pairs of eyes. Even if we find a way to deal with him, why do I see the third brother's current temperament? Is it a bit uninvited? Is he really an ancestor..."

"Hmph, don't complain to me, I don't believe you have no way."

Mrs. Wang doesn't like to listen to that, and my ancestors bless me? A concubine's son is worthy. She looked directly at Wang Xifeng and said, "This matter is left to you. I can't let me come forward again at the age of my life. And I will say it again. If Huan'er attacks the title and becomes a marquis in the future, I will naturally have a first-class imperial edict. After all, no matter what, I am his legitimate mother. But at that time, how should Lian'er handle himself? How should you handle himself?"
Chapter completed!