When Jia Lian and his men stormed back to the east courtyard angrily.

Jia She and Jia Cong are helping their eldest brother, Qiao Jie, and second sister to choose a name.

The father and son wrote words starting with cursive on the paper.

Let’s choose together later.

Seeing Jia Lian coming in with a sullen face, Jia She and Jia Cong looked at each other and smiled.

Jia She asked: "But the old lady asked you to help the second uncle?"

"Just fight back?"

Jia Lian still looked angry: "Is the old lady confused now?"

"What on earth was she thinking?!"

"Do you really think our eldest brother is easy to bully?!"

The second sister You, Ping'er Feng'er, took her brothers and sisters directly back to Jia Lian's courtyard to lay the groundwork and tidy up the house.

Did not enter the main hall of the east courtyard.

Jia Cong said calmly: "The old lady is not an old fool."

"It's not that I think Dafang is easy to bully. She can't afford to bully Dafang now!"

"She just couldn't let go of her second uncle's prudery, and was afraid that he would be angered by the prince."

Jia Lian blurted out: "Uncle? What kind of anger will my uncle give to my second uncle?"

Maybe he didn't see Wang Xifeng being abandoned with his own eyes.

In his heart, he only thought that Wang Xifeng died of illness.

Rather than being angry to death after being divorced and returned to her parents' home.

Jia She reached out and tapped Jia Lian on the forehead.

"Which kind of uncle is that idiot Wang Ziteng?"

"Little Wang is so dead that his bones are beating like drums!"

Jia She looked at Jia Lian with a half-smile expression on his face: "There's more."

"Don't think you can hide the fact that you secretly asked Ronger to bury little Wang in the ancestral grave from me!"

Jia Lian was shocked by Jia She's words.

He is still angry with Jia Mu.

I never expected that this thunder would come out right now.

He quickly knelt down to Jia She and said: "Every mistake is my son's fault. Dad, please don't be angry..."

Then he quietly winked at Jia Cong and begged him for help.

No matter when his father valued Jia Cong more.

He knew this clearly before he went to Ping'an Prefecture.

"Second brother, get up and talk." Jia Cong quickly pulled Jia Lian to stand up.

Then he smiled and said to Jia She: "Dad, Xiao Wang is the biological mother of Sister Qiao after all. Just hold your nose and admit it."

"Should we dig it out and bury it again?"

Jia She cast a sidelong glance at Jia Lian: "If it weren't for the fact that you brought your eldest brother and second sister back."

"You can't escape this beating!"

Jia Lian smiled and said: "My son will thank you later."

"Just thank them for sparing my son a beating?"

Jia Cong was so amused by Jia Lian that he burst into laughter.

Then he asked: "By the way, second brother, are you really not going to renew your string?"

Jia Lian sighed.

"Ping'er and Feng'er are all capable. I never let me worry about the affairs of the back house, big or small."

"Second Sister You has a gentle temperament and is not jealous."

"The four of us are living well, why should we marry?"

"If I marry Brother Feng again, Ping'er Feng'er will be able to protect herself, but Second Sister You may not be able to escape death..."

Jia Cong heard this.

I give him a thumbs up for this cheap brother.

Such words would never come out of the mouths of the hypocritical Jia She.

Even the big-faced phoenix egg, who claims to be his daughter’s confidant, would never have imagined this.

Otherwise, Qingwen would not have died of illness before he returned to Beijing.

Thinking of Qingwen, Jia Cong became even more fed up with the big-faced baby.

If Jia Zheng hadn't moved out of Rongguo Mansion, he would have really wanted to dig a hole to bury the big-faced treasure again.

Jia She glared at Jia Lian.

Ban Ricai said:

"When you return to Ping'an Province now, you will be the fifth-grade Zhengyin Zhizhou."

"Does Ping'er need to be involved in the official lady's entertainment?"

"Should we let Second Sister You?"

Don't underestimate this lady's socializing, it is also an indispensable part of official communication.

How could Jia She not know the power of pillow wind?

Jia Lian looked at Jia She's face.

He said cautiously: "It turns out that Ping'er has always come forward to meet the guests..."

He hated Jia She so much that he wanted to hit him with a fan again.

"In the future, if you become a lord, can Ping'er be the royal wife?!"

"She can't even enter the gate of the prince's palace!"

Jia Lian was stunned: "Ah?"

He didn't even think about it.

I am content just thinking about my family being safe and having fun now.

Jia She said angrily: "Ah what? Can I still live for a lifetime?"

"Sooner or later, this Imperial Rongguo Mansion will be yours!"

"As for your brother's future, you don't have to worry about it!"

As long as Jia Cong doesn't cause a big mess, he can move forward slowly and steadily.

When Tu Yao ascends the throne, it will be difficult to tell the king with a different surname.

A duke is absolutely indispensable.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Dad, why don't you choose a dull daughter for your second brother who has the same temperament as your second sister?"

Jia She finally couldn't help but hit someone with a fan.

Both sons were knocked several times each.

"What do you want a piece of wood for?"

"I married to be in charge of the affairs of Rongguo Mansion!"

"Your second sister is much better-tempered now. I don't even want her to marry Xun'er!"

Jia Lian spread his hands and simply put them in ruins.

"Father, you make the decision. Anyway, I will return to Ping'an Prefecture in two days."

I saw that Jia She was already on the verge of going berserk.

Jia Cong quickly smiled and said: "Dad, there is no rush to marry the second sister-in-law. Let's go into the palace and ask the imperial grandmother and the ninth aunt to choose slowly."

"Isn't my future mother-in-law a good choice?"

Jia Lian’s head was buzzing.

What else happened in the past three years?

Your third brother became a member of the royal family?
To be continued...