At the court meeting, the imperial censor came out, read a copy of Zhenguo Gong, and reported the matter of the cow ceremony to the emperor.

The emperor was furious and asked the Minister of Justice to investigate the matter.

No matter how big or small it is, it is a bad incident; no matter what the outcome of the incident, Niu Li's official position is over.

On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, Jia Rong formally asked for leave from the academy.

The weather was too cold and he couldn't get up, and he didn't want Jialan to suffer too.

The mountain chief told him: "Come back to school after the eighteenth day of the first lunar month."

That afternoon, Jia Zheng went home and announced his promotion.

"The Ministry of Personnel has announced that he will be officially appointed as a doctor, with a rank of five."

News of promotion spread from the front yard to the back yard.

Many servants cheered.

When Jia Mu received the news, she immediately got up and said, "I want to burn incense and pray to tell the news to my ancestors."

The news reached Wang Xifeng's residence, and Ping'er shouted through the window.

Jia Lian immediately stuck his head out from the bed tent and asked, "Really?"

Ping'er knew some of the inside story, and said happily: "I asked, and these words came from the mouth of the second master."

Wang Xifeng hugged Jia Lian's neck from behind and said, "Brother Rong is really tricky."

"It took more than a few seconds, it was amazing."

Jia Lian got up and got dressed, "I need to go take a closer look, maybe I can help with something."

Wang Xifeng couldn't sit still. As a big housekeeper, she had to organize a celebration for this happy event.

The news reached Li Wan.

Li Wan was happy. She said to her son: "As long as you study hard, you can also be a high official."

Jia Lan doesn’t think so.

He knew that his grandfather's promotion was due to Brother Rong.

The news reached Ningguo Mansion.

The servants in the mansion are whispering, some are congratulating, and some are saying bad things.

Qing'er held the clothes and jumped into the house, "Master, the second master has been promoted, should we give gifts?"

Jia Rong, who was painting, picked up the brush and dipped it in cinnabar to touch Qing'er's forehead.

"If you add cinnabar, you will look more like a virgin under the Guanyin Seat."

Qing'er wiped off the cinnabar on her forehead, "Humph, I will bully me. If you can, go bully Sister Yuanyang."

Qing'er showed her little fangs, made a face, and ran away.

This little girl is quite cute.

Jia Zheng's promotion is a major event for the Jia family.

Jia Zhen was also urged to wake up.

Jia Lian came over personally to invite Jia Zhen and Jia Rong to a banquet.

The servants of Rongguo Mansion were busy. Mrs. Wang went to Jia Mu early and told her what was hidden in her heart.

"This matter needs the help of Brother Lian and Boy Rong, otherwise it would not be so smooth."

Jia Zheng would not hide it from Mrs. Wang sometimes. She had long known that the medicinal material package was to gain a good reputation for Jia Zheng.

Mrs. Wang: "From now on, I will fold more packages of medicinal materials to pray for you. Please don't blame your husband."

How can I be angry when my son gets promoted and becomes my mother?

Jia Mu patted Mrs. Wang's hand and said, "No wonder, well done, I'm not angry."

Thinking of the mandarin duck, Jia Mu smiled and said, "You are right to give the mandarin duck to Rong."

Mrs. Wang kept saying yes.

"Ancestor, the banquet is ready, and the girls are waiting for you to come out and have the banquet."

Wang Xifeng walked into the inner room with a smile.

"Let's go and have a banquet."

The girls are all here, and Youshi is here too.

The women and men were separated, and the men had a banquet in the middle courtyard.

There were three tables in the room. In addition to the men of the Jia family, there were also some staff.

Jia Zheng picked up his wine glass and toasted to everyone, "Thank you for your efforts during this period."

Jia Zheng happily drank a glass and then another, "I want to toast Brother Rong with this one."

"Brother Rong, you have worked hard these days."

Jia Rong stood up and greeted Jia Zheng with a glass of wine.

"Young man, I'm just following the trend. The main thing is that you laid the foundation. I didn't do anything."

"Hahaha." Jia Zheng beamed.

Jia Lian personally poured wine for Jia Rong. He really admired Jia Rong.

He knows better than anyone what is going on.

Things that his staff said were impossible were actually accomplished by him.

He felt that Jia Rong was smarter than all the staff present.

"Brother Rong is a prodigal son who can't exchange for gold. I'd like to give you a toast."

"Uncle Rong is a real talent, I want to toast you too."

After three glasses of wine, Jia Rong pretended to be drunk.

They began to toast to Jia Zheng.

These people can't get things done, but they always talk about situations.

After drinking two more drinks, Jia Zheng asked Jia Rong.

"How is Brother Rong doing with his studies?"

You have already shown your strength in front of Jia Zheng, so there is no need to hide it anymore.

Jia Rong was not humble at all, "I have a lot of experience, I will definitely succeed in the examination."

One of the staff said: "To take advantage of today's joy, why don't I write a poem and let us spread the praises."

"It's not good to steal the second master's limelight. Besides, I can't compare to second uncle Bao in writing poetry."

Jia Baoyu, who was distracted, suddenly heard someone calling him and immediately looked over.

Jia Rong also looked at him: Poor little boy, I dug a hole for you.

Jia Baoyu:......

The staff stood up and said to Jia Baoyu: "Second Master, today is a great day for me. Why don't you write a poem to celebrate me."

Sitting with Jia Baoyu were Jia Lan, Jia Huan and Jia Zong.

When these people heard that they were going to write poems, they lowered their heads one after another, for fear that someone would point them down.

Jia Lan thought about it and considered it carefully to see if he could write it into a poem.

Jia Baoyu curled a bunch of hair beside his ears with his fingers, lowered his head and thought about the poem.

Everyone was quietly waiting for his masterpiece, thinking that he would write good poetry.

Jia Rong sneered in her heart, Jia Baoyu must be blank now and can't think of a completed poem.

After waiting for a while, there was no response. Someone came up and suggested, "Why don't we use snow as the title, so that everyone can say a sentence."

"This is good."

Someone responded immediately.

Jia Baoyu relaxed a lot.

He couldn't write a poem, but he was very confident in writing a line of poetry.

He immediately said: "What does the white snow look like? It's not like catkins blowing up in the wind."

"Good poetry, good poetry."

Jia Zheng also thought it was good, "It's good to compare white snow to catkins, it's really good."

Someone turned their attention to Jia Rong, "Brother Rong, have you thought of the poem?"

Jia Rong took a sip of tea and said:
To be continued...