No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"It's pretty good, but you're not familiar with it, right?" Ou Mengmeng smiled again and gently touched his little fur head.

"Actually, brother Huan is not bad. He even bought me food when we went out. When I saw Rouge, I wanted to buy some for my second and third sisters. He said they were at home and couldn't come out. Good or bad, they He can't tell the difference, so he always buys some good ones and some bad ones so that they can tell them apart to avoid being cheated." Jia Cong sighed softly.

He really didn't understand Jia Huan's surrender. Of course, he didn't have the time to understand at that moment. He was busy setting off firecrackers and throwing kerosene bottles everywhere. The servants saw that his throwing was effective and followed suit, reducing the pressure for the attack at the front and rear doors. He was fighting to change places, and he had servants to help him. To him, it was a big, real game.

He later heard that Jia Huan was about to surrender and was knocked unconscious by Jia Lan. Because his position was vacant, the rebels outside found the empty space and almost rushed in. However, Jia Jue and Ban'er rushed forward to stop him, and Ban'er almost rushed in. Someone cut off his leg, and Jia Jue was almost disfigured. Everyone was angry, and he felt that he should be angry, but he was more confused. Why?

Ou Mengmeng smiled, yes, why? What else is fear? Everyone has fears, and there are really only a few who can really ignore them when facing life and death. She gently touched his little fur head, but still couldn't help but say something.

"Old lady, don't you say something?" Jia Cong felt helpless. The old lady seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to what he said.

"I don't know what to say? I remember your sister said, are you afraid of ghosts?" Ou Mengmeng asked after thinking about it.

"Well, the third sister and Xiangyun sister are bad. When I was a child, they often told me ghost stories. By the way, old lady, are there ghosts in this world?" Jia Cong looked around hurriedly, watching to catch the old lady. , immediately caught Yingge.

"I don't know!" Ou Mengmeng shook her head, feeling that it was really difficult to say this, because after all, she could wear books, and there was nothing else that couldn't happen, so it was better not to argue about this.

Jia Cong now wishes he could throw himself into Yingge's arms. Now the house is in ruins, and even though the sky is bright and clear, he still feels like there is a dark wind. The little brat felt like his hair was standing on end right now.

Yingge was speechless. The ten-year-old little thing couldn't really hold him, so she could only hold him in her arms and look at the old lady reproachfully. How can you scare a child like this?

Ou Mengmeng made a face at Yingge and slowly inspected her west courtyard. At that time, the female family members were in the secret room behind the Rongxi Hall. So everyone closed the corner gates leading to the west courtyard and the east courtyard. All the servants gathered at each door of Rongxi Hall. The place was small and the people were relatively concentrated. At that time, they could no longer take care of the east and west courtyards of Ning Mansion and Rong Mansion. Therefore, except for Rongxi Hall, all other places suffered heavy losses. Like the furnishings in the old lady's house are either broken or gone.

This is still a small matter, like Jiangyunxuan, where the girls at the front of the west courtyard usually serve as directors, was burned down. I don’t know if the antiques, calligraphy and paintings inside were burned or taken away.

This is also the reason why Ou Mengmeng didn't want to punish Jia Huan just now. The young master of the Duke's Mansion had never seen such a wave of rebels. The house was burned down and their space was shrinking. Servants kept falling down, and such a young child would probably suffer from post-traumatic stress reaction. She can't say why others can't do it but she can't do it herself. Why should she ask others for it?

"Old lady, my father said, it's okay. We are about to rebuild Ningrong Street. Don't worry, don't worry, it will be restored soon." Jia Cong saw the old lady looking at the ruins of Jiangyunxuan and said hurriedly.

"Yes, as long as everyone is fine, everything will be fine." Ou Mengmeng lowered her head and smiled at her little grandson.

"Old lady, are you a little happy?" Jia Cong was a little scared. Anyone who saw the ruins would not be in a good mood. What's more, it was a cloudy day, which gave people a somewhat gloomy feeling.

"Okay, old lady, it's time to go." Yingge looked back and saw a servant waving. The female family members would definitely not be able to live in the Rong Mansion like this, so they hurriedly sent people to the suburban garden where the old lady used to live to clean up the house. The female family members and children had already gone there first. Here, Jia Jue and Jia Lian still stayed in Beijing to recuperate. , to prevent the big storm in Beijing. The Jia family can't avoid it, so they can't leave. In fact, the old lady should not leave the capital. However, Ou Mengmeng had already met the new emperor before leaving the palace, so she could hide her merit and fame.

"What about you? Do you want to see the second sister?"

"The second sister is here. She is accompanying the second sister-in-law to manage the affairs. However, we can go to the countryside together." Jia Cong said hurriedly. "My brain is okay." Ou Mengmeng smiled, and now she understood that Jia Cong was sent by Jia Ying, and besides Jia Ying, no one could appoint him.

"Old lady, I almost don't like you anymore." Jia Cong looked up and couldn't help but say.

"Um, did you like me before?" Ou Mengmeng asked back.

"But I don't dislike you. Sometimes I think you're okay." Jia Cong still pulled Yingge and plucked up the courage to say.

"Thank you!" Ou Mengmeng nodded to him and expressed her touch.

Jia Cong was depressed. It was obvious that the old lady was too lazy to chat with him or answer his words. Generally, such children would be a bit talkative. Now he was forced to chat with the old lady here, but the old lady didn't want to pay attention to him. Him. He felt his pride was hurt.

He held Yingge's hand with a look of grievance on his face.

Ou Mengmeng laughed loudly, turned around and walked out. Outside the Moon Gate of the west courtyard, Wang Xifeng and Jia Ying were both at the door. When they saw her, they bowed deeply.

It was not easier for the old lady to enter the palace than them, and it was even more dangerous, so she didn't bring anyone with her and went in alone. Now that she is back, although the royal family has not spoken yet, everyone knows that although the Jia family has suffered huge losses this time, they have won the bet.

"Let's go!" Ou Mengmeng gave the two of them a little help and slowly walked out.

"Sister!" Jia Cong threw herself into Jia Ying's arms, feeling really aggrieved.

Ou Mengmeng couldn't help but look back. Jia Jue was kicked out by Ou Mengmeng, but she didn't pay attention to this little guy. Now it seems that although this guy is a bit gangster, he also grew up in Wenwen Township.

"He stays with the eldest master!" Ou Mengmeng pointed at Jia Cong.

"Ancestor, I'm still young." Jia Cong immediately quit and jumped on his feet.

"Brother Lan has stayed, why don't you stay too!" Jia Ying looked at the old lady's face. Because she still didn't know what the old lady would do to Jia Huan, she felt a little panicked and hurriedly held down Jia Cong. , for fear that he would also be offended by the old lady.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are my uncle!" Wang Xifeng did not dare, and was busy coaxing Jia Cong. After thinking about it, this man was a junior, and when he returned to Zhuangzi, he was not his brother-in-law.

Jia Cong opened his mouth and felt that his mood suddenly became bad. Life was getting a bit difficult, but he couldn't find any reason to object. Men and women were not seated at the same table at seven years old. He was ten years old. In terms of seniority, he was He is from the Jade generation, even the youngest one is still an uncle! Holding Jia Ying's hand, silent tears flowed first.

Monday morning will be a bit busy as usual.