As soon as Jia Cong woke up, the entire secluded courtyard seemed to suddenly come to life, full of life.

It was no longer like it was when the white-haired old servant first sent him back. The yard was lifeless, and the atmosphere was depressing and heavy.

Mother Feng and Xiao Cui'er were busy around Jia Cong, sometimes giving him soup and water, and sometimes coaxing him to close his eyes and rest.

Little did he know that Jia Cong had already changed his core at this time and was no longer the transparent little one before.

Jia Cong closed his eyes and listened to the sound of wind and rain coming from the window, but he was secretly making calculations in his heart.

How should we find an opportunity to go to the Jia Ancestral Hall next door and meet the unscrupulous old man Jia Daishan who brought him here?

The time he had just been sent back to this body was too hasty, and he still had a lot of questions he wanted to ask the unscrupulous old man.

Has his mother really had a second spring?

When you see him falling to death at the foot of a cliff, will you cry and scold him for being an unfilial son?

And the woman he never found a chance to express his feelings to? Could it be that she never knew his thoughts and just ignored her as if she was just an ordinary friend?

While Jia Cong was thinking, he unconsciously slid his fingers back and forth on the brocade quilt.

Thousands of thoughts, swirling and rolling, never stop for a moment...

At this time, inside Rongqing Hall.

Jia Mu is sitting on the brocade couch, asking Lai about everyone.

"Did Lai Dak tell you how Brother Cong was injured?"

"In reply to the old lady, Mr. Xueli sent someone to say that the horse was frightened and the third master accidentally fell off the horse."

Thanks to everyone’s lowered eyebrows and lowered hands, they didn’t even say a single unnecessary word, let alone mention the things behind them.

"That's it, once Dr. Wang sees Baoyu, let him go over and have a look."

Jia Mu didn't take Jia Cong seriously and didn't even ask if the injury was serious.

But how could a mere concubine be as noble as her golden grandson Baoyu, who was born with a jade in his mouth?

"Where's the boss? Where has the boss gone?"

"My dear, Brother Cong fell off his horse. Doesn't he, as a father, not care about it?"

Mother Jia turned her attention to a woman who was dressed in an old-fashioned way, with droopy mouth corners. Although her face was good, she looked quite mean.

"The master went to Xiuguogong's mansion early in the morning." The woman known as Laojia replied softly.

She is Jia She’s step-sibling Xing.

She is not too old, but she has to dress up to be steady and dignified, which makes her look three points older than Wang, Jia Zheng's wife, who is several years older.

A flash of disdain quickly flashed across Jia Mu's eyes.

What Xiu Guogong is, it’s just used to silence an old woman like her.

Everyone in the family doesn't know that Jia She is a womanizer, so he might be hiding in some old lady's house drinking.

"Boss, please go over and take a look."

"Although my brother has moved to the front yard, you are his step-mother after all, so you should be more attentive."

"Don't worry about those trivial matters that cost one or two taels of silver. If you can't care about them, don't worry about them."

Jia Mu frowned and typed a few sentences.

How could the Xing family hide the fact that Jia Congyuan's monthly payment of several taels of silver was halved from Jia's mother?

"Yes."

Mrs. Xing's face turned red with embarrassment, and she quickly stood up and left.

A cold smile appeared on the face of Jia Zheng's wife, Wang, who was sitting next to her, and she quickly covered the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, feeling secretly happy.

The.

He really came from a small family, and even the few taels of silver in the concubine’s yard were deducted from him. No wonder the old lady never wanted to see this woman.

Do you still want to take charge of the entire Rongguo Mansion?

It’s like dreaming about her Spring and Autumn Dream!

A moment later, Jia Cong was in a secluded courtyard.

Mr. Xing was sitting on a chair in Jia Cong's inner room. Next to her lay Jia Cong, who had been diagnosed and treated by Dr. Wang and was lying on his side pretending to sleep with his head covered in bandages.

Thinking of what Jia Mu had just said to her in public in Rongqing Hall, her face was as gloomy as if it was dripping with water.

After a long while, he spoke indifferently.

"Although asking the doctor to take medicinal flowers is the official's money, after all, I am injured, and I still need to repair my body."

"From Feng Gui's family, help me collect these five taels of silver first."

"As for your monthly schedule, I went to your Mistress Lian's house to get it as usual. You don't need to keep it here specially to save you the trouble of coming and going."

Mrs.

If it hadn't been for Jia Mu's beating just now, she wouldn't have been able to pay for it.

As for supplements and medicinal materials, there are no such things.

In the past, when Jia Cong's biological mother was here, she was often angry with Jia She.

Nowadays, Jia Cong is suppressed everywhere, which is just a result of the resentment in the past.

Jia Cong, who had just bandaged the wound on his forehead, had an unknown mocking smile on his lips.

Although he is a little transparent, he is still young after all, so the ladies in the house can naturally see him often.

In this way, with no regard for dignity in front of the servants, the Xing family in front of me is the only one in the east and west mansions.

"Mrs. Xie."

Mother Feng took the money and gave her a blessing.

He weighed the weight gently with his palms, raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly lowered his head and stepped aside.

This piece of scattered silver is definitely not worth five taels.

"Brother, have a good time and take care of yourself. When you are well, come up and pay your respects to your father."

Mrs. Xing didn't want to stay in the front yard for any longer. She only exchanged a few words about the situation and then left like a gust of wind with Mrs. Wang Shanfang and other accompanying maids.

It's like staying in this room for a while and a half longer will bring you some bad luck.

Xiao Cuier looked at the piece of broken silver in Mother Feng's hand and couldn't bear it anymore.

"This lady is really like this. She said she would give five taels, but I'm afraid there aren't even four taels here."

Jia Cong turned over, propped himself up on the pillow and looked at Xiao Cui'er with a smile.

"I haven't gone far yet. Please be careful so that my wife can hear you."

I don’t know whether he was lucky or unlucky. He fell from his horse. Apart from being replaced by Jia Daishan, his hands and feet were intact and his movements were unimpeded. He only suffered some minor skin injuries.

After being examined by Dr. Wang, he applied some intrauterine medicinal ointment to disperse the bruises on his hands and feet, and it was nothing serious.

"Third Master, don't you hate me? You're bluffing me again!" Xiao Cuier stuck out her tongue at Jia Cong and made a face.

There are no extra servants in Jia Cong's room.

Mother Feng was originally his biological mother's dowry maid, and her husband Feng Gui fell ill soon after their marriage. She couldn't even support her only child, so she had to live in the house as a nanny again.

Who would have thought that Jia Cong's mother suffered from a disorder after childbirth, and her bleeding persisted, and she passed away before the full moon was over.

Before she died, she entrusted him to Mother Feng, but seven or eight years had passed.

The old servant Xu Neng is Feng’s mother’s biological father.

Even Xiao Cuier is not a child chosen by the family, but a child that Xu Neng bought from her grandmother a few years ago and brought her into the family to eat public food. Currently, she is Jia Cong's only personal eldest daughter.

Maid.

The four of them depended on each other and lived in the east courtyard of Rong Mansion, with deep feelings.

Mother Feng put the broken silver in the mother-of-pearl cabinet and casually tapped Xiao Cui'er's forehead: "You should calm down and stop being naughty here. Go and pass the food."

"Brother is injured. Take a dose of medicine after eating, and it's time to have a good rest."

"Yes." Xiao Cuier smiled and went to the east courtyard kitchen to pass the food.

Late at night.

Jia Cong, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly shaken and woke up immediately.

There was a soft "squeak" sound.

It seemed that someone quietly opened the door.

The footsteps were definitely not those of Feng’s mother, nor were they the little Cui’er who was still lying next to the bed and soundly sleeping.

Who is it?

Who would come to this secluded courtyard in the middle of the night?
To be continued...