On her head is a purple gold crown with hair inlaid with jewels, and a walnut-sized crimson hairpin in front of the crown.

The snow in the courtyard was swept clean.

Qi Youlu, Zheng Duofu, and Jia Anjiale set up heaven and earth incense candles.

Jia Cong personally lit three pillars of incense.

After offering tea and burning paper, we went to the Jia Ancestral Hall and Ancestor Hall in Ning Mansion to pay homage.

This time he had nothing on his mind, and he didn't have to be in a hurry like when he got the iron coupon for the elixir book that day.

I secretly called out to that unscrupulous old man Jia Daishan.

All I could see before my eyes was the embroidered curtain, the smoke was lingering, and there was no response at all.

Jia Cong said softly.

Could it be that Jia Daishan is no longer squatting in Jia’s ancestral hall?

Just about to leave the ancestral hall.

Then he saw Jiao Da walking quickly, kneeling down and kowtowing to Jia Cong from a distance.

"Old slave, I wish Third Master Cong all the best, and he will be promoted to a higher position!"

Jia Cong quickly stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Uncle Jiao, this is impossible!"

How can he pull Jiao Da?

Jiao Da kowtowed three times before getting up.

"I would like to thank Mr. Cong San. The eldest master of Xifu will personally take you back to the house..."

"The Ning government finally has hope, and the family fortune will not wither..."

"I can still have the face to see our master even after I close my eyes..."

As I spoke, I burst into tears.

Jia Cong knew that the soldiers and generals of these noble families were the most loyal.

I have never regarded Jiao Da as an ordinary old servant.

She comforted him with a few gentle words before going to the upper room to see Jia Jing.

Jia Jing returned home yesterday.

You immediately moved out of the main hall and went to the bedroom.

I chose another courtyard to live in, but I didn't follow that bastard Jia Zhen into Tianxiang House.

I saw Jia Jing changing out of his Taoist robe today and dressing up at home.

It is very different from the Taoist immortal style seen in Xuanzhen Temple. It has another kind of scribe style.

When Jia Cong comes in, he salutes Jia Jing first.

Jia Jing quickly grabbed him and said with a smile: "Uncle Jing is so old and confused that he forgot that today is Cong'er's birthday."

"If your father hadn't secretly sent someone to tell me, I wouldn't even have remembered to prepare birthday gifts."

After saying this, he ordered the maid to take out four-color birthday gifts and an ink scroll.

He smiled and said: "You can keep these little things for appreciation. This is the ink scroll of Yi Mao Ke from that year. You can learn how to write and practice it."

Back then, there were many talented people in Yimaoke, but now most of them are in temples and temples, located in various places in the counties and roads of Chuzhou Prefecture.

He only said it was for learning, but did not mention the hidden meaning behind it.

In the future, Jia Cong will officially take the academic examination, and these are all career connections.

Jia Cong is so smart and he understands immediately.

He quickly bowed and thanked: "Cong'er, thank you very much, uncle."

Seeing that Jia Rong was not waiting for his grandfather, he quickly asked: "Where is Brother Rong?"

Jia Jing smiled calmly: "I gave him a little beating and threw him into the Fifth Army Camp this morning."

One sentence made Jia Cong stunned!

He is worthy of being a man as famous as his cheap friend, who is as vigorous and resolute as he is!

Sit with Jia Jing for a while.

Jia Cong dropped by Tianxiang Tower to pay tribute to Jia Zhen. He saw that his leg injury had not healed and he had a few new wounds on his face.

I silently lit a row of candles for his father and son.

From now on, Jia Zhen and Jiarong's life will definitely not be the worst, only worse...

Go back to the study room in the east courtyard from the corner gate of Huifang Yuan.

Jia Cong was dazzled by the piles of beautiful things on the kang.

He smiled and said: "Dad, did you take these things mysteriously yesterday?"

Jia She pointed them out to him.

"This is the traveling bead you saw that day, this is a crocodile gauze tent, this is the glass hydrangea lamp..."

"This is a tree of blood-red coral and mutton-fat white jade ornaments..."

There are all kinds of treasures, and the colors are dazzling.

Jia She finally took out a pair of gold silk armor.

A soft light suddenly appeared in the eyes.

"Cong'er..."

"You are also a careless kid..."

"I don’t know what it will look like in the future with the Twelve Laws..."

"This set of gold silk soft armor was left by your great-grandfather. It was first passed on to your grandfather and then left to your father..."

Jia She touched Jia Cong's hair with the golden crown on his head, and then continued:

"In your father's hands, it's just a treasure covered in dust..."

"In the past, your great-grandfather worked miraculously and saved several lives."

"Originally, I wanted to take Lian'er with me when he left the capital."

"But he is a civil servant, and he is under the care of the Ping An Jiedushi in Ping'an Prefecture, so he has no need for this soft gold armor."

"I'll leave it to you now..."

Jia Cong stared at the soft gold armor, and a warm feeling flowed through him.

In this era when hot weapons are still in their infancy, having one as a guard is equivalent to an extra life.

Unexpectedly, this cheap man of my own didn’t even give his legitimate son Jia Lian, but left it to him...

A long while.

Jia Cong calmed down and smiled to himself.

"Dad, why don't you wear your own clothes for fighting with Uncle Jiu? What do you leave for me?"

Jia She burst into laughter: "You brat, put it on when I tell you to!"

"Dad, what kind of soft gold armor do you want for a fight with your Uncle Ninth!"

Jia She gave him a purse: "I've packed a thousand taels of silver notes for you, keep them with you for easy use."

Then he said with a smile: "Your yard is too small. I ordered the kitchen to set up a few tables in Tingxue Hall. After all, it is more spacious there."

"Go and see the old lady, you're being serious. Then go and listen to Xuetang. It's almost time."

Jia She only asked him to go see the old lady, Jia Zheng, but said nothing about the Xing family.

Jia Cong lowered his head and thought: "Dad, why don't I go to the main room to meet my wife today?"

Although Mrs. Xing is hopelessly stupid, she is his legitimate mother in name after all.

If you don’t even take a walk today, you will be criticized for nothing.

Jia She gets very irritated when mentioning the Xing family.

"What's so good about that stupid woman?"
Chapter completed!