Chapter 782 The W-character volume is arbitrary
The guest room is in the courtyard behind the newly built large flower hall behind Jia Mu's courtyard. It is side by side with the entire Grand View Garden. An inner wall separates the entire garden from the outer courtyard.
Feng Ziying was a little helpless when she was sent to the guest room. He could understand Jia Yuanchun's caution and worry, but this did not mean that if he stayed, he would really be able to solve the problem of confiscation and annihilation of the Jia family, so he also All I can say is do your best.
If there are problems that cannot be overcome by human power, then you can’t blame yourself.
From the small courtyard of the guest room and across the inner wall, you can still see the lights on the Taiguan Tower in the northeast. Compared with the liveliness and joy in the courtyard, the courtyard in the northwest seems a bit quiet.
There is a lantern hung above the steps of each small courtyard. It is not dark, but it can only illuminate a radius of one foot.
The entire northwest corridor goes all the way north to the back wall of the Grand View Garden. Feng Ziying remembers walking through it once. There should be about ten small courtyards of different sizes. Outside the back wall of the Grand View Garden, there are Dashun Garden extends all the way to the Lixiang Garden in the northeast corner, and there are about a dozen large and small courtyards that are either enclosed, semi-enclosed, or open.
The ten or twenty little actors bought from Suzhou, Yangzhou, and Hangzhou were placed in a slightly larger yard of Zhou Rui's family courtyard closest to the top of the northwest corner. The little actors could be heard even from a long distance away. With the joyous sounds of crazy laughter, they will move to Lixiangyuan after the imperial concubine's wedding.
You can see the main entrance of the garden by taking a side road to the east. Baochai and his family have moved from Lixiang Courtyard to the yard east of the main entrance of the garden. From here, if the lantern is bright enough, you can vaguely see it.
I have to say that this Rongguo Mansion does have some heritage. Although the Grand View Garden takes up most of the back half, even so, the entire front half and the west side houses are enough. No wonder thousands of people can Squeeze in here.
It was Yuanyang who led Feng Ziying to the small courtyard of the guest room.
This girl asked for the job on her own initiative.
Over there, Jia Yuanchun should still be chatting with relatives such as Mrs. Wang and Aunt Xue. Even though it was a little late, it was a rare trip back and he was very emotional, so he couldn't help but talk everything.
Moreover, Feng Ziying estimated that she had accepted her own suggestion and would talk one by one with some important and key figures in the government such as Jia Zheng and his wife, and even Jia She and his wife. Of course, she would use different angles and content with different people, or talk lightly. Either heavy, deep or light, bright or dark, Feng Ziying believes that Jia Yuanchun is not lacking in this wisdom.
"Is there something on your mind, uncle?" Yuanyang picked up a sheepskin lantern, and the dim yellow flame reflected through the special sheepskin, creating a strange halo that illuminated the surroundings, making it look particularly soft and poignant, and the faces of the two people were in the same place. It becomes clear and charming under the moonlight and light.
"Oh?" Feng Ziying was surprised. He liked the eldest girl in the Jia family very much. Although she was not as handsome and sharp as Qingwen, nor as gentle and gentle as Ping'er, she was still fresh and playful. Feng Ziying still admired Feng Ziying's lively and alert temperament, and even felt a little moved.
Feng Ziying was a little confused about why her personality had changed a lot since she entered this world. She originally thought that she might have consciously or unconsciously entered this special age where sixteen or seventeen-year-olds don’t know how to value their talents and they always come to look at them and shed tears. Duan Er is too indulgent, but sometimes after reflection, he finds that he is not the kind of person who has to be impatient to sleep with women, but just feels that beautiful things should be attributed to his stamp collecting habit.
Just like Yun Shang, I can pick this flower at any time if I want to, but I can still endure it until now, but I feel that I still don’t have the romantic opportunity that comes naturally.
If you have this opportunity to encounter such beauty, why can't you let this beauty belong to yourself? Is it true that you have to become a million reds, cry a thousand beauties and share the same sorrow to be satisfied? Then you are really abnormal.
Whether a pure woman like Yuanyang ends up falling into the clutches of Jia She or committing suicide and being buried, Feng Ziying cannot accept it. Even if it is not her own, at least he should provide her with a path she is willing to take.
"How can you tell?" Feng Ziying didn't hide anything, and he didn't know why. He didn't want to hide anything in front of Yuanyang.
“The slave girl also saw the empress coming out of the main hall, her face was full of thinking, and she seemed to be very heavy...” Yuanyang carefully observed the changes in Feng Ziying’s face.
Feng Ziying nodded slightly, "There is indeed something going on."
"Is it related to the mansion?" Yuanyang asked softly again, but there was a bit of sadness in his brows.
Feng Ziying raised her eyebrows in surprise, reached out and took the sheepskin lantern from Yuanyang's hand, pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and went straight in. The walls were white and the tiles were green, and the small patio was not big, but it was very elegant.
A girl followed the male master into the courtyard. She was alone and had a daughter. Word spread that she had a bad reputation.
"Come in, are you still afraid that I will eat you?" This was the first time Feng Ziying saw Yuanyang's shy and uneasy look, but she quickly realized, "Are you afraid that the people in the house will chew your tongue?"
Yuanyang's face turned slightly red, but he followed in without saying a word.
"Whoever dares to chew my tongue will have his tongue cut off." Feng Ziying pretended to be ferocious, but the mandarin ducks were amused.
"Master doesn't have to worry about that, but I have to do it..." There was a bit of shyness in Yuanyang's brows, and her tenderness touched the heartstrings.
"Afraid of ruining your reputation and not being a good person?" Feng Ziying chuckled, "Then come to my house! If I hadn't seen that the old lady couldn't leave you, I would have spoken to the old lady. There is really a shortage of people in my house. A person like you will be in charge. Qingwen is a bit hot-tempered, Jinchuaner has to guard there, Xiangling is a warm-hearted and honest person, Yunshang is too simple,..."
Yuanyang shook his head, but a look of worry appeared on his face, "Thank you for your concern, sir. I can't leave the house now..."
Feng Ziying was keenly aware of something and raised her eyes, "Mandarin duck?"
"After the ancestor spoke to the empress, his face looked ugly and he was not in a good mood. Although he couldn't tell it later, I knew that the ancestor was trying to be happy..." Yuanyang whispered, "So in After I entered the palace, my maid has been observing you. I am the only person outside the palace that your Majesty wants to see, and when I came out, his face was just as solemn, so I knew that something was going on."
This girl is quite attentive. Feng Ziying breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well,..."
"But it has something to do with the house?" Yuanyang carefully took the lantern, then lit the lantern on the door of the small courtyard with a kindling fire, then went into the house and lit the candle on the candle on the table in Feng Ziying's guest bedroom. But the worry and anxiety in his tone remained unabated.
Feng Ziying sat down and took a look. He didn't know whether Yuanyang wanted to ask on his own or whether he was instructed by Jia Mu to inquire. Feng Ziying estimated that the latter was more likely, but it didn't matter.
After Jia Yuanchun's visit to the family, the situation in the Jia Mansion will probably get worse and worse, especially since the construction of the Grand View Garden cost a lot of money. Not only may it lead to the impeachment of the imperial censor, but the key is that the Jia Mansion borrowed debts from abroad to build the garden. Even if Not counting the 150,000 taels of silver lent by Daiyu, and the tens of thousands taels of silver lent to them by the Xue family, they still borrowed a lot from outside.
Moreover, the old foundation of the Jia family has been wiped out. If there are no other changes, the days in the future will only become more and more difficult.
"It's not exactly the reason now. The key is that you have so many people in your house that you can't afford it. There are thousands of people here and there. Even the gold and silver mountains have to be eaten up. Moreover, you have to pay attention to the noodles and not lose face. How much savings does your father-in-law have? How long can it last?"
Feng Ziying glanced at Yuanyang. Although Wang Xifeng was in charge of the company's money, Yuanyang must have known about it, otherwise he would not be able to pass Yuanyang's test if he took out Jia Mu's old things to **** them off at the end of each year.
Yuanyang was suffocated and couldn't answer. She knew the details, but she didn't dare to reveal them to outsiders, even though Feng Ziying had such a close relationship with the Jia family.
"There is no source of income, only expenditure is reduced, and nothing can get through. Baoyu doesn't like to study, Jia Huan and Jia Lan have to wait for time. The two masters are either arrogant or short-sighted. Brother Zhen is busy with Gao Le all day long, and brother Lian is very interested." These things in the house are also sighing. I would rather go to Haitong Yinzhuang to go my own way. How long can I survive this life? One year, three years, or five years?" Feng Ziying said in a relaxed tone and disagreed.
“Uncle, I’m afraid what I’m talking to you about is not just about the financial difficulties in the government,” Yuanyang was keenly aware of something, “There must be other things.”
"Yes, but it's not enough for outsiders. It won't do you any good to know. It's enough to just care about the expenses of entering and exiting the house." Feng Ziying waved her hand, "Some things cannot be undone by manpower, so you have to do things according to the trend, otherwise nothing will happen. Even if you have extraordinary abilities, it’s hard to fight against the general trend.”
Yuanyang found it hard to understand what Feng Ziying said, but she roughly understood that it was a bad hint.
Sighing slightly, Yuanyang pursed his lips and nodded, expressing his understanding, "Then can you help me?"
"Haven't I helped the house yet?" Feng Ziying asked back: "Brother Baoyu and Huan, and the next step is Brother Lan, haven't I helped? As for the harvest income of your house, I am not the master of your house. You can't have me worry about all these expenses for your family, right? Then wouldn't the men and women in the Jia family have to change their surname to Feng? "
Yuanyang rolled her eyes at Feng Ziying charmingly, but she also understood that what she said was reasonable, but she couldn't bear it, so she snorted, "I am the great benefactor of the house. Everyone knows it, and the servants also know it, but I beg you to help me more." It’s just a handful, why are you so mean?”
This expression and words were a bit flirtatious. Feng Ziying's heart was filled with excitement and she couldn't help but want to hold Yuanyang's hand.
(End of this chapter)