Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

Chapter 83: Enter The Palace

Chapter 83 Entering the Palace

The arrest of the Jingzhao mansion went to the Meng’s house to stay in the Meng’s house before two cups of tea, and went to the Guo’s house, the east neighbor of the Jiang’s house. It turned out that it wasn’t that the Meng family was the murderer who came to lock people, but that they were investigating the case!

The disappointed Erye Jiang stared at Meng San, who was wearing a hat crookedly at the door of Meng’s house, and felt that he was extremely unpleasant, “Bao’er, get a persimmon for Ye to smash him!”

Jiang Bao looked up and said, “The persimmons on the Meng family tree are all picked, so I can’t smash them.”

There is no wind today, there is not a persimmon on the tree in front of the house, and a big persimmon is dropped on the head. Isn’t it obvious that someone sneaked up.

Jiang Erye pointed at the big fat bird squatting on the persimmon branch in front of Meng’s house, “Use bird shit!”

The clever **** monkey immediately shoveled a pile of cow dung with a shovel, “Bao’er, use this!”

Can your bird pull out bull shit? Who doesn’t know that Jiang’s family has a herd of cattle on this street! Jiang Bao gave Jiang Hou’er a white look, and saw Ya Yin shoveling a shovel and chicken poop, winking and imitating Jiang Hou’er’s tone, “Bao’er, use this!”

You are Baoer, your whole family is Baoer! Jiang Bao cursed in his heart, picked up some chicken dung with a branch, raised his hand and threw it on Meng San’s hat, only then did he feel more at ease.

“Crack!”

Watching Chu Kuai enter Guo’s house, Meng San, who was about to return home, raised his hand and touched the wet and sticky thing on his hat, thinking it was a persimmon again, and almost vomited after seeing that it was bird droppings. On the first day of the new year, there is **** on the head, and the bad luck is home!

Meng San rubbed the feces on the gatekeeper and scolded angrily, “Come here, shoot the dead bird from the tree, the lord will bake it!”

The big magpie was frightened and fluttered away.

Jiang Erye went down the ladder happily, hummed a little song, and went to the outer courtyard to discuss things with the old housekeeper and Uncle Qiu. After having dinner with the third brother, he went back to the west courtyard to lift Jiang Ling from his little girl and carried him back to his room. sleep inside.

In the middle of the night, Erye Jiang, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up. When he got up, he saw that his son was short of breath and sobbing in fear. It really was a nightmare. Jiang Erye raised his hand and patted his little black face, “Wake up!”

Jiang Ling opened his eyes and got up, staring fiercely at the candlelight in the house, looking a little scary.

Jiang Erye poured him a glass of water, “What did you dream about? You’re so scared.”

Jiang Ling thanked his father and said only one word, “Fire.”

Jiang Erye immediately took the prepared “Dream Interpretation of Zhou Gong” and opened it and said, “Fire the sun and the moon to help you, burn the river to live a long life… Where is the fire you dreamed of, is it big or small?”

Jiang Ling stubbornly hugged his knees and didn’t speak. His small appearance aroused the sympathy of Jiang Erye. He put down the book and carried him to his bed, “Sleep, Dad is watching over you.”

Seeing his son’s pouting mouth is unhappy, Jiang Erye yawned, “If you have something to say, what are you doing, do you miss your parents?”

“…Um.”

Hearing his son’s rare cry, Erye Jiang said, “Tomorrow, let Uncle Qiu go out to find a feng shui treasure land to build an ancestral hall for the ancestors and your parents’ tablets. If you want your parents, go to pay homage and accompany you. They talk.”

Jiang Ling turned his back to Erye Jiang, curled up and hugged his knees tightly, “The ancestral hall and parents are in the border town. Uncle Qiu set up a tablet in the temple.”

“You are the only son of the Ren family. Wherever you are, your father and mother’s souls are there. There is no life in the temple. Building an ancestral hall is home.” Jiang Erye yawned and fell asleep.

Little Jiangling listened to his breathing and stayed up all night, and told Uncle Qiu about it the next day.

Jiang Erye’s suggestion made Uncle Qiu a little surprised, and he immediately responded, “The second master is right, this old slave will do it.”

Jiang Ling was very concerned about this matter, “The ancestral hall is built, how can my parents know? Do you want to burn two of my parents’ relics?”

Seeing the expectant look in the young master’s eyes, how could Uncle Qiu object, “The young master is right, as it should be.”

Jiang Ling worried again, “The price of land with good feng shui is high, right?” What the Jiang family lacks most now is money, can they buy it?

Uncle Qiu explained, “Master, the ancestral hall cannot be chosen in the downtown area. It should be backed by the mountains and the water, and the four sides should be in harmony. Let the old slave handle this matter, you can rest assured.”

“I want to go with you.” Jiang Ling was quite concerned about this.

Jiang Qiu saw this and said, “Then go and ask the second master to see if he can allow you to leave the house.”

This is what Jiang Erye mentioned. Of course, he would not stop him, and after a few words, he let Jiang Ling out of the house.

Today is the second day of the Chinese New Year, the day when the married daughters return to their parents’ homes. The daughter of the Jiang family who married off sent a letter a few years ago, saying that she was still ill and could not come back. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he pulled his little girl to teach him, “In the future, when you get married, no matter what happens, you must come back to pay New Year’s greetings to your father on the second day of the new year, do you hear?”

Jiang Liu, who was drinking the medicine made from toad skin, had to answer, “Okay.”

“If your husband doesn’t let you come back, then break up with him!” Jiang Erye snorted angrily, “Dad’s stay is good, don’t worry about getting married!”

“…Okay.” Jiang Liu listened to his father’s chatter and felt that the medicine in the bowl was no longer bitter.

“Only a daughter who is not well-bred will be unmarried, and a family with a daughter who is not well-bred is also… also… hum!”

Jiang Liu held the medicine bowl, and when he saw his father who wanted to scold but didn’t dare to scold him, he knew who he was complaining about was not raising his daughter well.

That house… can’t be scold.

“Second Master, Second Master!” Jiang Hou’er hurried in, “Someone from the palace has passed the long-lived decree that you will enter the palace. Come to the front yard to receive the order.”

Entering the palace? Jiang Erye stared at Peach Blossom pupils, frightened.

The girl who got married today returns to the door, and Princess Leyang must also return to the palace. What does the emperor mean by recruiting her father into the palace? Jiang Liu took a few mouthfuls and poured the medicine in, wiped his mouth and said, “Dad, go, stay-er-also-go!”

The palace can go no matter what, so Nanny Zhao quickly hugged Jiang Liu and reminded the second master, “Second master, you can go quickly, but you can’t let the people in the palace wait in a hurry.”

Jiang Liu stretched out his fat claws and waved in front of the frightened daddy, “Father, dead-pig-not-afraid-open-water-hot, go- let’s go.”

“Father is not a dead pig!” Jiang Erye returned to his senses, took a deep breath, and walked out tremblingly. When he saw the white-faced little **** who passed the edict, Jiang Erye’s head became even more dizzy.

The mother held his hand and warned him for a long time, but Jiang Er Ye replied in his mouth. In fact, his head was buzzing, and he didn’t hear a word until the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate and the guards searched Jiang Er. The grandfather woke up with a jolt.

After waking up, he was even more afraid, for fear that Long Live would offer the marriage in person. If he refused the marriage in person, he would be pushed out and beheaded, right?

Jiang Erye raised his hand tremblingly to touch his neck, his hands were covered in cold sweat, when he was kneeling in front of Emperor Jinghe, Jiang Erye found that his tongue was more difficult than that of the little girl, “Grass~Min~Jiang~Feng , bye~see~my~huang~wan~sui~wan~sui~wan~wan~sui.”

“Ginger Maple.”

“Grass~people~ are here.”

“Head up.”

I will see with my own eyes, what kind of person is the first beautiful man in Kang’an City who fascinated Leyang.

Thanks to book friend 7923 for the reward, today’s update is here.

(end of this chapter)