"Brother Feng Shi, long time no see."

Jia Qiang looked at Feng Ziying wearing a black wide-sleeved brocade dress with a white gauze tied between her waist and kneeling in front of the spirit and cried bitterly. A strange flashed in her eyes, and she came forward to help him up in person.

Feng Ziying stood up, wiped the corners of her eyes with a veil, and looked at Jia Qiang and said, "Good minister, I am not pretending to behave. I just made my ancestor respect the great master. It is really a wise man I admire since I was a child. I don't want to come back today, but I heard the bad news..."

Seeing Feng Ziying getting sad again, Jia Qiang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Feng Ziying and asked softly: "Brother Feng Shi admired since childhood, is Grand Master Jing? Could it be that Brother Feng Shi also intends to join the Xuan Sect?"

Feng Ziying said seriously when she heard this, "Good minister, this is a bad word!"

Jia Qiang nodded gently and asked Feng Ziying to sit in the front hall. After the servants were served tea, he said, "I would like to ask Brother Feng Shi to solve his doubts. How can my Grand Master Jing become a role model for Brother Shi?"

Feng Ziying said seriously: "Are you good ministers who don't know that the great master of the noble family, Jing Chu, was regarded as a humerus when he was confronted by Jing Chu. He had met Kong Ming for the East Palace... After being deposed by Xuande, the great master of the noble family of the noble family of the noble family of the noble family of the noble family of the Ningguo Mansion was willing to abandon wealth and honor just to wait for the return of the wise prince. Isn't such a person of character worthy of admiration?"

When Jia Qiang heard this, he knew it and didn't argue with Feng Ziying. He smiled slightly and said, "If Grandpa Jing learned that Brother Shi admired him so much, he would have no regrets... to eat tea."

Feng Ziying was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at Jia Qiang carefully, as if she realized that Jia Qiang today was not the pure and virtuous appearance when she was in trouble, and she became much deeper.

However, it is no wonder that Jia Qiang experienced after returning to Beijing.

Feng Ziying sighed softly, looked at Jia Qiang and said, "Good minister, I don't need to respect you as a lord of Ning Hou?"

Jia Qiang smiled and said, "What's the point... I still understand the principles of being a human being that wealth is not a change of wife, and wealth is not a change of friends."

Feng Ziying was silent for a moment and asked bluntly: "Does Liangchen have any misunderstandings about Prince Ning?"

Seeing Feng Ziying talking straight to the point, Jia Qiang paused and said, "Brother Feng went to Fengle Tower with Brother Xue to redeem Hua Jieyu. I'm afraid I don't know. Brother Xue spent 100,000 taels of silver to redeem Hua Jieyu behind him. Fengle Tower was still tampered with it. He used Hua Jieyu's parents' remains to threaten Hua Jieyu and wanted to lay a nail in the Jia family! Brother Feng, which family is behind Fengle Tower, I don't need to say more?"

Feng Ziying's face looked extremely ugly when she heard this, and she gritted her teeth and said, "It's all maggots under Zhao Lai's dog thing. I must beat his dog's head when I look back!"

Jia Qiang looked at Feng Ziying with some confusion and said, "Not mentioning that King Ning has such people, is he aware of such a major event? Brother Feng, the Lord Feng Shishu is one of the four goalkeepers in the Imperial City, and he is appointed as the General of Shenwu! What is the name of this happening?"

Feng Ziying's expression suddenly changed when she heard this. She looked at Jia Qiang and said word by word: "Good minister, I swear with the head of my neck and the glory of my ancestors. My father has no idea what I did!"

Jia Qiang nodded and said, "I understand, otherwise, Uncle Shi would not be still one of the four generals of the palace sect. What I asked is, what is your name? If Zi is wise and firmly sitting in the Golden Palace today, let alone Prince Ning, what can I do if Prince Yizhong is resurrected?"

Feng Ziying smiled and nodded, "What the good minister said is that even if the old man is resurrected for a thousand years, it will not be possible now. But, can the great master of the noble family be free and easy for a lifetime to be an orthodox man, and he will not be free and easy for a brother? You also said that I am a high position and powerful person and have the trust of the palace. If I want to gain wealth, why should I leave the distance?"

orthodox?

That's right, it's orthodox!

The empress dowager in the palace was not Empress Jing Chuyuan, and Empress Xiaochengren, the mother of Prince Yizhong, was the real Empress Jing Chuyuan.

Prince Yizhong is Yuanzi of the Tian family, and Li Xi of the Ning family, and Yuanzi of the Yuanzi of the Yuanzi!

When Jia Qiang heard this, he didn't advise anything. Although his soul did not belong to this era, he gradually realized what the four words "Yuan's eldest son" mean to the present world.

It means an unshakable order, just like the soldiers in their past lives guarding the country. For many people in the world, that position can only and must belong to Prince Yizhong's lineage.

If others sit, they are usurping the rebellion and gaining the right position.

Although such people are not mainstream, they are not a minority.

In addition, many people who were unsuccessful and extremely ambitious were trying to change their destiny by following the dragon's merits.

So, this road is not lonely...

Jia Qiang did not do useless efforts to persuade Feng Ziying. He politely said with tea instead of wine: "I have always believed that no matter what time and what time, those who believe in their hearts are worthy of respect. Brother Feng, although the future is different, I will still respect you this cup! In addition, please believe that you have always made close friends for me when I was poor and humble!"

When Feng Ziying heard this, her face was moved and her eyes were stormy. She also raised her cup to return. After looking at each other for a moment, she could see the sincerity in each other's eyes, and then she raised her glass to drink.

Afterwards, Feng Ziying left with great strides.

Since the Tao is different, we will not plan for each other.

After Feng Ziying left, Li Jing walked out of the back hall with a complicated expression: "Although this person is confused and not stingy, he is a rare spirit of heroism. For the sake of the word "Yi" in his heart, he even disregards life and death. Such people are rare in the world. However, most of the people who search for Xiangling's mother are the Ning Palace. This Ning King is not a wise man, what do he want to do?"

Jia Qiang said lightly: "Send someone to find Feng Su, and check who has asked him recently, what have you asked... After asking clearly, you can guess something that is not alive and dead!"

"yes!"

...

At night.

Jia Qiang hugged her head with her hands behind her, laying on the bed of the rosewood Chahuayue Cave, looking at the sky-blue gold tent hanging on the bed.

In the copper-carved plum blossoms and three-melly incense burner set up beside the couch, the three-balls of Shouyang Princess's plum blossom fragrance are connected in the furnace.

This fragrance is made by grinding agarwood, stack fragrance, chicken tongue fragrance, sandalwood, musk, agastache, lingling fragrance, longanopsis, etc., and mixing honey and evenly, so that the pills are as big as beans.

Burning in the incense burner, the fragrance is refreshing, light and sweet but not greasy.

Jia Qiang prefers it...

Ping'er was barefoot on the golden silk brocade coral carpet, and gently used a golden spoon to pluck the candle wick on the lamp stand of the coral wooden base.

Her figure is graceful and graceful, and the shadows under the candlelight fall on the jade-carved lake and mountain screen not far behind her, like a picture of a lady.

It was already summer, and Ping'er was wearing only a concubine-colored flower-colored soft satin chicken-collared pipa collar, which was light and thin, very beautiful.

As if feeling Jia Qiang's gaze, Ping'er gently turned to the side. Sure enough, she saw Jia Qiang's eyes staring at her. Her pretty face was slightly hot, and she smiled shyly: "What are you looking at?"

Jia Qiang bent her mouth and smiled, "Look at you, you look good."

When Ping'er heard this, her gentle and beautiful face suddenly smiled like a flower. Even though she was mature and sensible, she was only a girl in her 1920s.

Which girl doesn’t like her sweetheart saying such good words?

Just as the two of them were in love, they suddenly heard a sour voice coming from behind the screen: "Oh! I said it was quiet, and I thought I was doing something, so I didn't even make a sound. It turned out to be in this pair of eyes..."

The eyes can be seen for so long, which is obviously more painful than the earth-shaking movement of women.

Ping'er's pretty face turned red immediately. When she turned around and saw Feng Jie'er shaking in, she spat: "Don't ask me to say good things! You still have less eyes on her?"

When Feng Jie'er heard this, she trembled. She didn't know what she thought of. A red glow appeared on her face and she was so angry that she came forward to beat Ping'er.

Ping'er is just awesome. Now that Feng Jie'er has started to do anything, she can only dare to hide from her side.

Jia Qiang couldn't see it anymore, so he grabbed Feng Jie'er, pressed him down beside the bed, and said, "I've been busy for a day, why are you still fighting with a little girl? How old are you..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jie'er raised her eyebrows and glared: "How old are you?"

Jia Qiang lost and bowed, "I'm wrong. My aunt is still young, and I'm only eight years old this year!"

"Pooh!"

Feng Jie'er pursed her lips and smiled, spat, and said, "You can say these strange things the most!" However, when she raised the embroidered handkerchief, she couldn't help but whine, complaining, "From morning to night, this bone has been sore, and it's like a scattered!"

At this moment, Xiao Jixiang and Xiaojiaoer worked together to carry a wooden basin of hot water and came in with a whimper.

When they saw Jia Qiang and Feng Jie'er sitting together, the two little guys didn't care, and grinned and said, "I've brought my foot wash!"

When Jia Qiang saw her, she felt happy. She took out two small silver croakers, each of them gave one, and said, "Go."

The second little girl ran away happily after holding the silver croaker. Feng Jie'er got up from the bed and squatted down, and wanted to remove her shoes and socks for Jia Qiang.

Ping'er also squatted over...

Jia Qiang laughed and stood up, pressed the two of them on the couch with one hand and sat down, but squatted down, first put Ping'er's feet, who was originally barefoot, into the wooden basin, and then tried to remove Feng Jie'er's shoes and socks.

After the two were stunned, Ping'er was so shocked that she wanted to stand up immediately, but Jia Qiang was prepared and pressed one hand on her leg, making her unable to get up.

He took off Feng Jie'er's embroidered shoes and took off the silk stockings. Feng Jie'er, who was also uneasy, was not allowed to get up.

Jia Qiang simply sat cross-legged on the carpet, looked up at the two of them, and chuckled softly, "It's been a day of hard work, how can you let me wash my feet?" After a pause, he whispered softly, "Now, outsiders only say that the Ning Mansion is nothing clean except the two stone lions at the door. They also compare me with Jia Zhen, Jia Rong and others... Haha. How could they know that apart from their status, what I can give you the most precious thing is not glory, wealth, but respect."

Ping'er sat up and stood up in peace and advised: "But I am a young hero, a man! How can I..."

While cleaning carefully, Jia Qiang raised his eyes and smiled, "What's wrong with me washing my own wife's feet? I'm not a heroic man with a strong heart? If anyone wants to laugh, let them laugh. A true heroic man is not only able to save the world and protect the dangers, but first of all, he must be able to support a peaceful sky for his beloved woman, and let you live freely and happily, so that you will live your whole life without wasting your life."

He held Feng Jie'er's feet again and looked at her and said, "Don't feel any guilt in his heart. If it weren't for the decency of the Jia family, if it weren't for the interests of the Wang family, you would continue to stay in the Jia family and maintain this nameless marriage? So what if it's a divorce? Don't talk about me, even Ping'er can make you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.

You have already maintained the decency of the Jia family and have won benefits for the Wang family. If it weren't for you, based on my dislike for the second wife, would you accept Wang An and Wang Yun and give them the official position to praise them? The Wang family has gained benefits from me because you are in the Jia family.

You have sacrificed yourself for them, why can't you live for yourself for the rest of your life?

Feng'er, in the days to come, just live happily and well, and I will be there for the rest.

Even if there is really a problem in this world, the underworld will be responsible for any sins and karma. I, Jia Qiang, will bear it all my strength!"

Feng Jie'er was already covered in tears, and she reached out to hug the little man in front of her who was in love with her bones tightly into her arms.

It was this little man who melted her heart with holes and reshaped it into a new heart, which made her rekindled courage for the rest of her life and straightened her waist.

She also has something to rely on...

...

The next morning...noon.

When Jia Qiang opened his eyes, it was already bright.

He was alone lying on the bed of the wide rosewood Chahuayue Cave. He looked at the sky-green gold tent hanging on the bed and was stunned for a moment before sitting up.

He twisted his neck, feeling that in addition to his waist, his neck was also a little sore...

After getting off the bed, I pulled my shoes on, and walked to the screen, and saw a Longquan kiln woven lotus pattern pot on the small round table of golden silk sandalwood.

After touching it with his backhand, he found that the wall of the teapot was still warm, so he picked up a small bowl of chicken heart with lotus petal patterns from the side and poured two cups.

After drinking, I looked sideways and saw Qiu Ying's picture of "Blowing the Flute and Attracting the Phoenix" hanging on the wall...

Hey! There is still a chance this day!
To be continued...