Flowers on the other side [Comprehensive Red House]

Chapter 477

Jia She is lying on the rocking chair in Lixiangyuan, and the eyes are interlaced with the mother's alienated and joyful eyes, and the tears of his wife's grievance dripping down his heart.

When my grandmother passed away, my mother was happy from the bottom of her heart.He never doubted his own judgment.

So what happens to the wife when the mother dies?

Will it be sad?Will be indifferent?still will...

Jia Amnesty suddenly didn't dare to continue thinking, a voice in his heart told him what kind of mentality his wife would have and what kind of expression she would show.

He had never thought about it this way, one day he would compare his mother and wife together, and compare what would happen when the mother-in-law died when they were both daughter-in-laws.

I don't know what my grandmother was like when my great-grandmother passed away.At that time, my father was guarding the border in the northwest, and my mother was taking care of the housework in the capital.

Jia Shen's thoughts diffused, and he suddenly realized the fact that his father grew up in front of his great-grandmother, and that Hu'er was forcibly brought back from his mother...he seemed to have destroyed something.

The grandmother left all her private houses to herself. As the only son of the grandmother, is the father close to the grandmother?He stood up suddenly, wanting to fly back to the main room and ask his father, is your relationship with your grandmother closer than yourself and your mother now?

He took only two steps, then retracted his legs, and fell back into the rocking chair dejectedly.It's better not to make trouble for father today, I hope those maids can send hot water in in time, and create a chance for father to stay.

Rocking chair, rocking, rocking.

In Jia She's heart, if he admired his grandfather the most when he was ignorant, then as he grows older, the one he admires most is his father.His father inherited the military power of Rongguo Mansion, and the military power of Ningguo Mansion was finally handed over to his father. The military power of Beijing Palace was confiscated, but it was still handed over to his father.His father was the Minister of the Ministry of War with the greatest military power in his hands after the establishment of the Dajing Dynasty, far surpassing the former Zhen Guo Gong Mansion and Li Guo Gong Mansion.

Father is now the mountain in his mind.He can win the trust of a sage, and let himself have the feeling of looking up to the mountains and looking up to the heights.

Especially what my father said tonight, every sentence echoed in my ears repeatedly. Only with ability, eloquence, and affection can I be No. 1 in front of important ministers, trustworthy ministers, and saints.

Ever since my father-in-law became an official, I have seen other people's contempt for the Yue family in subtle ways.Today, during the banquet in Ningguo Mansion, those nobles showed a little less flattery to the first and second uncles that they used to see their brothers in the past.If he couldn't do what his father did after the crown prince ascended the throne, the Rongguo Mansion would definitely encounter the same thing.

Now that I have a relationship with the prince, my ability should not be inferior to those who are ten years older than me or the same age. Can I always be the first in front of the prince?

In terms of eloquence, can you say the most appropriate flattery at the right time?Do you speak first or follow others?

Under the coercion of my father tonight, I said dry words of thanks to my mother that were far inferior to that of the second brother. Because the second brother got the mother's jade pendant first, how about myself? !

Is he no better than the second child?

Say the most appropriate flattery at the right time!

This seems to be a bit difficult for me.Want to flatter the prince who has become a saint?must.But it's hard to be the first to speak.

Then I will never be able to compare with my father in this life, and it is impossible to stand shoulder to shoulder or get close to my father.The military power held by his father will never fall into his hands intact.

Thinking of military power, Jia Amnesty remembered what his father said about the purpose of marrying the royal family.He laughed at himself from the bottom of his heart, he dared to think that he could hold a heavy army like his father, unless the royal family didn't want the country.

Although he understood this a long time ago, Jia She was still a little frustrated and a little disappointed in his future.However, Rongguo Mansion is already the first one in Dajing Wuxun, and it is impossible to go up to a higher level.But it is absolutely impossible not to keep the No.1 position in front of the Holy Spirit.

Rocking chair, rocking, rocking.

I am not as good as my father, but what about my wife than my mother?

I have been guarding the border for five years, and Mrs. Zhang is accompanied by Brother Hu. Where is my mother?

Jia She was startled, his father had been guarding the border for ten years.

What does mother look like?In my own impression, my mother will always handle housework calmly and gracefully with a smile; she will always be an elegant lady who straightened her back in front of her grandmother.

If Mrs. Zhang is like a dodder flower that relies on her, then the mother is like a towering tree?No, the towering tree belonged to the father, and belonged to a man like himself who could shelter his wife from the wind and rain.

But a mother is like a tree.

Jia Amnesty had to admit that his mother was as strong and capable as his father.The father's energy was spent in the court, and the Rongguo Mansion was supported by the mother alone.

Those account books and so many trivial things are what my mother has done for more than 30 years.

We should also honor our great-grandmother and grandmother, raise our second brother and younger sister...

Jia Amnesty thought of the alienation in the mother's eyes towards the father just now, and the year before last she sent back the nephew and niece of the second room, and later no longer took special care of the second brother.He seemed to have heard Mrs. Zhang say before that his mother no longer kept her and Mrs. Wang as serving meals.

Oops, no.Jia Amnesty sat up, and after careful consideration over and over again, he finally realized that since his mother said she would not celebrate her birthday the year before last, she had lost her insistence and demands on all the people and things in Rongguo Mansion.

At that time, I was quite happy, and my wife finally didn't have to cry because of her swollen feet.

When I was copying the account books with my second brother, I saw my mother handling housework, and everything was done according to the rules.No matter how complicated and trivial things are, my mother uses strict new rules to cover things.It's not that I haven't heard the steward's muttering before. According to my wife's new way of doing things, those old stewards who have been in charge for many years are not much different.

I have also discussed with Mrs. Zhang the new method of setting up the account set up by my mother. According to the new account, it is easy to take over the housekeeper.The mother also entrusted Mrs. Zhang to do the family ceremonies.

Jia Amnesty had a bad thought in his heart, his mother seemed not to care so much about all the people and things in the family...

The woman guarding the yard came to call him, "Master, it's the second watch."

Yes, by the second watch, all the yards will be locked.

Jia Amnesty stood up and left Lixiangyuan.

The crescent moon is curved, like Emei, hanging quietly above the head of Xitian.Jia She looked up at the moon, when he was at the border, whenever he saw the moon, he would think of Zhang Shi and Hu'er.Later, when I received Zhang's letter, I felt sad and regretted that Zhang's dystocia lost her daughter.At that time, I also thought of my mother, thinking of my mother's preference for my second brother, and thinking of whether Zhang's dystocia was caused by my mother.At that time, I must have hated my mother.

But I asked the old gentlemen of several medicine halls, the imperial physician who is good at gynecology and pediatrics, Wen Po, and Zhang's nanny, why do I have the face to hate my mother? !

Jia Amnesty went straight back to the study in the east courtyard to sleep.Since Zhang's pregnancy, he basically didn't stay in Zhang's room overnight, so as not to affect her by going to bed late and getting up early.The house maid who was on duty at night came to meet him, and Jia Amnesty suddenly realized that after he came back from the border, his mother never gave his brother a house.

He simply washed up, and waved away the maid who was on duty at night.He thought that after a busy day, he would fall asleep after touching the pillow, but in the end he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Did his mother abandon everyone in Rongfu in his heart? This thought troubled him all night.

Like him, he didn't sleep well all night, and his dear old father Jia Daishan.

Jia Daishan stayed overnight in his wife's main house as he wished.What he originally wanted was to have a good talk with his old wife, please her, and avoid disharmony in the house.But looking at the old wife with cloudy hair and delicate skin, he suddenly found that his wife hadn't seen a trace of oldness.During the day, I thought it was because of the makeup, but now I looked closely under the light, and it was vaguely the delicate appearance 20 years ago when I didn't have a second child.

He raised his arm and was ashamed to find that his arm was not as strong as it was 20 years ago.When his wife went to bed and lay down, and the maid drew down the bed curtain and left a small lamp to go out, he still couldn't get out of this predicament.

"Ma'am", when Jia Daishan finally mustered up his courage, what he answered was the soft, soothing and even breathing of the person beside the pillow.Asleep!This made Jia Daishan secretly happy, and he could avoid showing his old age in front of his wife.But immediately, an indescribable discomfort surged up in his heart.

It turned out that unconsciously, when his wife was lying in the same bed with him, she could ignore him and fall asleep.

The faint scent at the end of his nose disturbed Jia Daishan's mind, he turned sideways and stared at the person next to his pillow, in the dark tent, no matter how good his eyesight was, he could only see a hazy shadow.He stretched out a finger to trace lightly on his wife's face, the delicate and smooth touch made him feel distracted.At this moment, the chiming bell outside rang "dangdang", which disturbed Jia Daishan's charming thoughts.

It's time.

Jia Daishan slumped over and lay down. His wife paid attention to health preservation, and the midday sleep was basically like the golden rule.At this hour, if I wake up my old wife who is already asleep, it will only make her angrier.It's just that she doesn't know what to do with herself, so it's hard to guarantee that she won't take her anger out on others.

Ah, forget it.

Jia Daishan closed his eyes, thinking a little bit of himself when he was young and careless.It's not like now, even wanting to be with his wife, Dun Lun, has to think twice, look forward and backward.

At Maozheng, the father and son, who hadn't slept well all night, showed up at the martial arts arena on time.

Jia Daishan looked at the eldest son who seemed to be lacking in energy, envious and at the same time blamed his son for not knowing temperance.How could he have thought that his own sluggish appearance was being secretly slandered by his son.

Jia Daishan made up his mind last night to make himself as strong as he was 20 years ago when he undressed.He raised his usual spear and shook the spear, as if the bravery of the past had returned to his body.

Jia She watched his father go out to sea like a dragon, practicing the marksmanship that his grandfather taught him in the early years, such as forward stabbing, side stabbing, downward thrusting, upward smashing, intercepting, entanglement, blocking...

It's not too bad, in Jia She's eyes, the airs are all there, but it's a little bit less of the aggressive momentum it should have.

Father is old!

When the cold wind blew, Jia Amnesty immediately started to move.

The same set of marksmanship, practiced by Jia She, made Jia Daishan, who was just sweating, suddenly grow old, and the time is no longer bleak.