Towards Jin Qinwang's behavior of giving a lot of good things at every turn, the Luo family was also accustomed to it. There were many people who were envious, but not many who were jealous. Jingwan would always divide a part of the things, and this time was the same. In fact, Li Hongyuan had already made preparations. He had reserved the part for the Luo family in advance, and the best ones were for Jingwan. On one hand, he knew that Jingwan would not monopolize it, and on the other hand, he did not want Jingwan to draw too much hatred in the Luo family. After all, Jingwan was different from him. She cared about her family, and if there were good things, she would share it with them.
The things reserved for the Luo family, in Li Hongyuan's eyes, were only defective goods. Even so, the majority of the Luo family loved them so much that they could not part with them. These were good things that they could not ask for in the past. Thinking about the things in Jingwan's hands … … Forget it, people should be content with what they have. Being too greedy would not have a good end.
Jingwan originally wanted to give Old Madame Luo's black fox fur to use. After all, the black fox fur that Li Hongyuan got was limited, and the fox fur was originally thick, so it was not suitable to make a whole set of clothes. However, Old Madame Luo refused. The things that Jin Qinwang prepared for his fiancée, how could an old woman like her take them all? The things that were given to her were already very good. Moreover, the best things, she naturally wanted to use them on Jingwan.
After getting these things, the one who was the most impolite was probably Gong Mama. She finished dividing these hides into cloaks, cloaks, overcoats, everything that one could think of, not to mention using them as accessories on clothes.
Jingwan wanted to say, Mama, use up all the things that don't need lungs at once. She was still growing, and after one or two years, it would be too short. These things would not be the same as ordinary clothes, no longer fitting, or after this season, she would not want them anymore. That was simply a waste of God's gifts, and she would be struck by lightning, okay?
— — Young Lady, don't worry. How could Jin Qinwang be short of something like this? In the future, they could just buy a new one. Besides, even if it was a little short, they could just piece it back together in the future. It wouldn't be wasted at will.
Alright, Jingwan shut her mouth. There was no point in saying more. The people around her were absolutely excellent at making clothes. Even if it was piecing, Jingwan felt that she couldn't find any traces at all. They were all capable people.
However, after receiving so many good things, Jingwan felt that she should give something in return. But no matter how she thought about it, the other party didn't have anything good. In terms of these external objects, there was probably nothing that she had that he didn't have.
Or rather, he should personally do something to express his sincerity. As the saying goes, the gift is light, but the sentiment is more important.
As a useless actress, it was better not to make a fool of herself. Jingwan guessed that if she gave him something, he would probably use it. Thinking about that person, which one of his clothes was not the best of the best? In other words, it was the best of the best. If low-end things suddenly appeared on his body, it was simply inappropriate. Just thinking about it would ruin his image.
Then, what could she give him? It seemed that other than herself … … Stop. Jingwan covered her face. After meeting that bastard, she was becoming more and more filthy. If she couldn't think of anything, then she would just leave it hanging.
However, recently, Jingwan felt that the atmosphere in the capital was somewhat not right. Moreover, she hadn't seen Grandfather for a few days. Not to mention in the morning, he went out too early. She also couldn't see him at night, which was a bit unusual. Grandmother didn't mention it, and Jingwan also didn't ask. It was just those trivial matters in the imperial court. You cheat me, I harm you, and set each other up.
After a few days, Jingwan hugged a hand warmer. The temperature in the capital was much lower than Qi An fu. Jingwan felt that she had become delicate. Unless it was necessary, she just stayed in her room and didn't want to go out. Because of the floor tiles, the room was quite comfortable.
Madame Luo had reduced the number of times she paid her respects, once every three days. However, Jingwan still went every day, but later in the morning and earlier in the evening. Perhaps it had become a habit, or perhaps it was the aftereffect of Madame Luo's near-death experience a few years ago. Jingwan seemed to feel a little uneasy if she didn't see her every day.
On this day, when Jingwan accompanied Madame Luo for dinner, she learned that many courtiers were staying overnight in the palace, including Grandfather.
Jingwan's heart skipped a beat. Why did it feel like they were imprisoning courtiers and forcing a rebellion? Jingwan put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth, "Grandmother, what happened?"
"Prince Kang is back."
Jingwan just remembered that there was no such person during the summer vacation. Later, it was said that he asked for disaster relief. Why did he only come back now? Thinking about it, it seemed to be more than four months. Could it be that the recent events had something to do with him?
"A few days ago, he was assassinated on the way back and disappeared under the protection of the guards. His Majesty sent people to look for him, but they couldn't find him. Until today, he came back alone, dressed in ragged clothes, like a beggar, with injuries. He was stopped from entering the city. If he didn't happen to meet someone close to him, when he was found by someone who didn't want him to live, I'm afraid …"
Jingwan understood Madame Luo's unfinished words. Even in the capital, there were not many people who knew the royal family. Moreover, most people didn't know that Prince Kang was assassinated and disappeared. A beggar dared to pretend to be a royal family member, and a prince at that. If it was made public, for example, the guards at the city gate had been bribed by others, and he might be killed directly.
"… Prince Kang was smart for once. When he was stopped, he didn't shout loudly. Instead, he swallowed his anger and retreated. It didn't seem to be in line with his temperament."
Prince Kang was impulsive, irritable, and arrogant. He dared to stop a small guard at the city gate, but he didn't kick him directly. "Probably someone said something to him before."
Madame Luo nodded, "It's very likely. Prince Kang's disaster relief didn't go well. He encountered several riots, and there was one time when he was patrolling the dam. There was a sudden flood and he fell into the water, almost losing his life. This time, it happened once or twice by chance. If it happened too many times … then it's because he brought enough guards with him, and the protection was tight. "
Once or twice was by chance, but if it happened too many times, it was probably inevitable that people would think that it was a conspiracy.
"After Prince Kang simply freshened up, he directly entered the palace. In front of the Holy Emperor, he was in the middle of crying when he fainted. The entire Imperial Hospital was alarmed. It was said that Prince Kang was seriously injured. It's not easy for him to hold on for so long. Before, it was probably because his spirit was tense, but when he suddenly relaxed, he couldn't hold on anymore. It was as if his life was hanging by a thread. The Holy Emperor was furious."
"Grandfather and the others aren't doctors, what's the use of the Holy Emperor keeping them?"
"Who knows." Madame Luo absent-mindedly answered. She didn't care whether Prince Kang was dead or alive.
Jingwan laughed, "I'm afraid that Prince Rui and the Gong Prince will be anxious."
Madame Luo glanced at her. How the others were, Madame Luo didn't have any thoughts. Most likely, Prince Jin had a hand in it. He was cold-blooded and ruthless to everyone. His remaining humanity and tenderness seemed to be left for Wan Wan. If it could continue like this, it would be Wan Wan's luck. Then, she would probably be able to rest in peace.
Jingwan subconsciously touched her face, "What is Grandmother looking at?"
"Nothing. The matters of the court have nothing to do with us. It's the twelfth lunar month, less than a month away from the New Year. "
"En, I hope we can have a peaceful year."
"It doesn't matter. Even if something bad happened to Prince Kang, it's just like that. It's not like … …"
Indeed, when a Prince died, it wasn't up to other people to mourn for him.
"But Wan Wan, it's your first time spending winter in the north. Be careful, don't catch a cold." This was what Madame Luo was most worried about.
"My health has always been very good. Grandmother doesn't need to worry about me. But Grandmother, you haven't been in the capital for many years. You must be careful." Since the beginning of winter, she had been watching her grandmother almost every day, fearing that she would fall ill.
The two of them regarded each other as very important.
When Jingwan returned, her feet paused. She took a small detour and went to Falling Plum House.
"Third Young Lady has come." The gatekeeper of Falling Plum House hurriedly took out a hanging lamp to lead the way.
Knowing that Jingwan had come, Luo Rongyan and Zhang-shi hurriedly got up and came out. They couldn't be blamed. After their relationship with Jingwan worsened, they wanted to make up for it but didn't know where to start. Other than paying respects, Jingwan didn't take the initiative to step into Falling Plum House. Clearly, Falling Plum House and Begonia House were only separated by a wall and a small door was opened.
"Father, Mother," Jingwan bent her knees, "It's cold outside. Why did you come out?"
Zhang-shi's eyes reddened and she was about to cry. But when she remembered that her daughter disliked this, she hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "You also know that it's cold. Quickly go inside."
"No, it's not good to be cold and hot. I just want to cut a few plum blossoms to make a vase."
Although disappointed, Luo Rongyan immediately said, "Father will cut it for you."
Jingwan didn't refuse and smiled, "Thank you, Father."
Luo Rongyan waved his hand, "I'm your father. You don't have to be so polite."
The maidservant was even more clever. She immediately fetched a pair of scissors. No one would say that it was dark now to cut flowers.
Probably no one knew better than Luo Rongyan which part of Falling Plum House's plum blossoms were the best.
Luo Rongyan was very protective of the plum blossoms in this courtyard. Usually, even he was reluctant to cut them down to make a vase. But now, he didn't hold back at all. He took the scissors and cut them with all his might. He wasn't worried that he would cut a piece of the plum blossoms bald.
Jingwan was speechless. Even if you cut flowers, you shouldn't cut them like this. After cutting them, you should take into account their beauty. Moreover, the basket was almost full. It was just making a vase. There was really no need to cut so many flowers.
"Father, that's enough."
Luo Rongyan paused and stopped. He handed the scissors to the maidservant and personally carried the basket over, "Is it enough? It seems a little too little. "
"It's enough." Jingwan took the basket and handed it to the maidservant. "Father, Mother, quickly go inside. It's almost the New Year. Don't catch a cold. Daughter will go back first."
Luo Rongyan nodded, "If the plum blossoms fail to bloom, I'll have someone cut them."
"Okay, quickly go inside."
"Walk slowly at night. Don't fall." Madam Zhang couldn't help but remind them. As if she was still worried, she asked two more people to add two more lanterns for Jingwan.
Jingwan slowly returned to the Elegant Begonia Residence.
In the end, Prince Kang was rescued. Le Chengdi's anger also subsided a little. However, this matter obviously wouldn't be settled so easily. He would definitely investigate to the end. But everyone was well aware that it wouldn't be easy to investigate.
On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, Le Chengdi sealed the Imperial Brush. From top to bottom, the collective began to magnify the holiday.
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