Seeing Sanchun in all white filial piety clothes, like three beautiful flowers, Jia Cong said: "Have you not mentioned the marriage between the two sisters?"

Jia Xichun lowered her head and smiled secretly. The two sisters couldn't hold their faces. Jia Tanchun put down his cups heavily and stood up and snorted, "You are starting a family and starting a career, but you are making fun of us."

Jia Yingchun pulled two sisters, agreed, and left behind and said, "Let you eat porridge and keep mourning alone, we can't get together."

Sanchun left, Jia Cong looked at the porridge and soup in front of him speechlessly. In ancient times, filial piety was regulated. First, it was impossible to approach wives, concubines and women. Second, it was necessary to eat vegetarian food. Third, it was impossible to meet friends with a big banquet... The so-called "living in a house" was that Zigong lived alone for six years for Confucius, and was a master of filial piety and filial piety. But how many of these conditions were fully abided by in ancient times?

To keep mourning for Jia She, Yingchun's wedding was delayed again. Jia Cong talked with Li Wan and Baoyu Daiyu a few more words. He heard that Jia Lan had chosen a Shuji Shi. Jia Lan's high school was expected. Even without Jia Cong's influence, Jia Lan's script would still leave like that. But... Li Wan didn't have him, and she might not be at peace in the future. Didn't her verdict script "Late Shaohua" say that "only wearing a pearl crown and a phoenix jacket cannot resist impermanence's life"?

Looking at Lin Daiyu's face, Jia Cong guessed that their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were afraid of conflicts, but Lin Daiyu was not stupid. Before Jia Mu left, she would probably be safe and sound. He was inconvenient to ask about the affairs in their own room.

When Baochai and Daiyu and the others went out to work, Jia Cong followed him the last time and pulled Li Wan's dress. Li Wan turned around and said, "If you do things randomly now, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it anymore. Not to mention that it's your own family, Dingyou Taboo, if you don't want to be careful, it's very difficult."

"What do you think of me? I'm not so hungry and happy, I'm just asking you about your condition." Jia Cong gradually approached the beautiful woman, and the two leaned against the side of the doorpost, and Jia Cong held her hand and rubbed it.

The concern in Li Wan's expression flashed and she smiled and said, "I know you did bad things thoroughly. With you, what else are we worried about."

She was not afraid of him doing things here, and she was basically sure that Jia Cong had to be honest, but she was still attacked twice with her chest and plain lips. She was so panicked that she walked out quickly. When she saw the mourners, she was both happy and worried: "You must not have something to do with him within three years... but why do you always..."

It was extremely dangerous just now, but the ambiguous stimulation made her feel missed.

Jia Cong left the living room to the colorful shed, wanting to see Miaoyu, Qingwen brought a shiny wooden crutch: "Come on, please take it."

"Are you crazy? Do I need to use crutches?" Jia Cong waved his hand, dissatisfied. Does he look so weak?

Qingwen's eyes widened, Xiangling advised: "Grandma said it was a ritual of filial piety. Even if I do it, I have to do it."

Jia Cong was stunned for a moment. It seemed like this. In fact, he really didn't know about this small detail, who had never been filial to great filial piety. Although he had held a funeral for Lin Ruhai, it was different from the filial piety of his closest relatives.

In the Red Chamber, after Qin Keqing died, Jia Zhen also used a crutch. Is this action unnecessary? No, it actually has these regulations. In ancient times, when the daughter-in-law died, her parents-in-law had to keep a certain degree of filial piety. Using crutches was one of the requirements, which expressed incomparable sorrow. It sounded a bit incredible, right?

"She thought carefully." Jia Cong limped on a crutch and limped, as if his face changed, his face immediately felt extremely sad.

Miaoyu was leading monks and Taoists to recite scriptures in front of the mourning hall. Jia Cong came in and heard the sound of wooden fish and iron cymbals, adding a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Jia Cong took some tin foil and burned it in the basin, "crying" a lot, and walking around him. Miaoyu was very reluctant: "Now that you can have another month of salvation, and you can have a spirit and a funeral. You should take care of yourself."

She thought Jia Cong was really sad, and Jia Cong sighed in a low voice: "It's a pity that once you have a filial piety period, you can't return to secular life from Taoist people and come into our door."

Miaoyu smiled faintly and refused to answer. Seeing Baochai and Ping'er coming, Jia Cong left tremblingly. The corridor in front of the hall met the Second Master Lian. Jia Lian sighed: "You rest, I can just handle the condolence banquet. I am afraid that more people will come today."

Jia Cong nodded and entered the second hall with a sad face. Inside, Mrs. Xing and Mrs. Wang were sitting. The elders didn't have to do too much in person. Li Wan was there to wait and looked at her quietly. Jia Cong greeted her and sat down to listen to the servant's report.

Mrs. Xing was quite proud: "Cong'er rests first, Baochai will not be in trouble. The grace of heaven is so grand that all the Taoist monks and masters have been sent here. I guess they will be very busy these days?"

"The two wives are just looking at it. I think there will be more people." Jia Cong flipped through the letter Sun Fu handed in.

The two wives knew about how the officials in the court were oriented. However, they were also well aware of the cruelty and powerful struggles of the court. They often suffered sudden disasters in the clans. They also heard that Jia Cong made great contributions, but many people did not deal with him and said fiercely.

Mrs. Wang pinched the sandalwood Buddhist beads with her hands and chanted Amitabha Buddha. First of all, of course she did not want to accept the catastrophe. Secondly, under the premise of the safety of the clan, she hoped to gain the power of the clan. She always looked kind and gentle today, and said with a smile: "I am not afraid of having fewer people. What I worry about is not to be restrained like the East Mansion in the past."

Jia Cong looked up slightly and thought to himself: "Mrs. Wang, don't make any trouble. I'm so angry. Don't blame me for disregarding the clan's affection and making your body unsustainable."

Li Wan sneaked at Jia Cong from time to time, and he had no pampering spirit on his body, and his eyes were sharp. When he sat there, the two wives dared not to scoop his sharpness. She withdrew her gaze and was stunned for a while.

For Jia Cong now, family affairs are already a mess, so he doesn't care about Mrs. Wang at all. If he is worried about this, his bloody training over the past few years will be too useless.

From time to time, Li Wan saw Jia Cong's face darkened for a few moments, but she didn't know what happened? It might be something in the officialdom.

As soon as they entered the lobby gate, as time went by, the number of guests increased. Sun Fu, Bao Er, Yu Lu and others felt much more respectful. Long Aotian, who acted as ceremonies, sounded like a bell, and he whispered to the Shandong accent, and received a greeting one by one, and sang: "Sima Feijian, the head of the Jiangsu Qingli Department of the Ministry of Revenue, came to worship, presented incense, candles, paper money, etc., ten boxes!"

Sima Feijian bowed in and thought to himself: "Damn, I've been locked up for so long, and finally released it. Prince Zhongshun and your lackeys! You can wait!"

"The new Minister of Revenue Wang Yinglin came to pay his respects and gave him a first-grade red paint oil and 90-grade spring!"

"The right-sponsor of the Tongzheng Department, Lord Zhang, is here to pay homage! He will give him a first-class dragon head and turtle floor!"

Jia She was the first-class general during his lifetime, and after his death, he recognized the first-class rank. He made no contribution to the court, and he did a lot of things to bully men and dominate women... The first-class specification was completely benefited from Jia Cong's favor and was expensive because of his strength. The emperor ordered that the officials in the capital gave gifts and were swaggering.

The news quickly spread from the first to the second to third to the inner house, and there were also officials from the house. The banquet was in the second hall. Ying'er also felt proud and went back to Baochai first and then to the ear room: "There are more than 20 Beijing officials coming to pay their respects. I told my grandma that this is better. In the future, we can't pay for the money for sesame oil and other utensils, but we can't pay it, so how much money will be saved."

"This emperor's kindness was made by Cong'er. If he hadn't made such great contributions, he would have been criticized by many censors." Mrs. Xing raised her head and her chest. She was also the highest-destined woman, and her spirit was a hundred times higher than Ying'er.

"What the eldest lady said is that she usually only talks about expanding territory and enriching the national treasury. How much credit is, we servants only have an imagination. Now, we really see it." Ying'er smiled.

Mrs. Wang was both hated and jealous, and said with a smile: "It's probably Cong'er's colleagues and friends. We don't usually look down on those little officials."

Suddenly, Xiangling came and said, "The master came out to accompany him, and the second hall of the lobby was so busy. He heard from the man outside that the six ministers, ministers, and censors of the Censorate of the Censorate had six or seven out of ten. The governors from Guangdong, Fujian, Jiangsu and Zhejiang sent people to send gifts, and the princes and princes also came to several families. In the future, Master Cong could not meet guests, so he had to meet in these days."

Mrs. Wang's smile suddenly stopped, and Mrs. Xing glanced at her and became more and more refreshed.
Chapter completed!