The 27th day of the twelfth lunar month.
At dawn, snowflakes began to float. When Sun Shaozong and Ruan Rong were packing up and preparing to go to Rongguo Mansion to make an appointment, a layer of half an inch thick had already accumulated on the ground.
But the pedestrians on the road did not get fewer due to this snowfall.
The ones carrying baskets, carrying loads, and driving cars…
The bustling bustling, buying or selling, bringing the last big show before the New Year to a boil.
When I arrived at Rongguo Mansion, I saw nearly a hundred big red lanterns lined up around the magnificent main entrance, and geese wings were lined up, and they were all lit candles as thick as arms. It was not obvious at the moment during the day. If it were at night, most of the streets would be prosperous!
The daily consumption of this string of lanterns is probably enough for an ordinary person to spend a year.
It turns out that it is ‘the wine and meat are smelly, and there are frozen bones on the road’!
Sun Shaozong sighed in his heart, first watching Ruan Rong’s carriage enter from Xijiao Gate, and under the guidance of the mother-in-law, heading straight to Lin Daiyu in the back house, and then urged the horse to head towards the easternmost black oil gate.
It is also strange to say that Jia Lian’s father Jia She is the eldest son and the first-class general who has attacked the title. However, because Mrs. Jia doesn’t like it, she has to feel wronged in the small yard on the east side.
On the contrary, the second master Jia Zheng lives in the main room, looking like he is the leader of the family.
Leave little gossip.
But when Sun Shaozong arrived at the black oil gate, Jia Lian’s confidant Long’er had been waiting on the steps.
Before Sun Shaozong could get off the horse, he approached with a smile and said, “Master Sun, you are here! Our master has asked several times, and he almost sent someone to carry you with an eight-carriage sedan!”
“I am not your second grandmother, so where can I sit on the eight-carriage sedan?”
Sun Shaozong jumped off the horse neatly, poked the big red lantern hanging on the wall with his finger: “In previous years, there were only a dozen people in your mansion to suit the situation, so why was it so silly this year?”
“Yo~”
Na Long’er screamed strangely and said exaggeratedly: “You don’t know the feelings yet! Our second master’s eldest lady was selected as the Minister of Fengzao Palace and was granted the title of Concubine Xiande. How can we celebrate this great joyful event lively?”
As he said that, he pointed to the main entrance on the west side, and there was a little sourness in the show-off: “You didn’t see it before, so there were countless firecrackers in front of the main entrance, and then two trucks of shreds of paper were swept out!”
Tsk~
There is Concubine Xiande inside and Prince Teng outside.
With these two powerful arm helps, the rich slaves in the Jia family are probably more arrogant, right?
Thinking about these things are there or not, Sun ShaoZong handed the horse to the disciples to take care of him and followed Na Long’er to cross the threshold.
As I walked through the room and passed by, I saw many servants and mothers pointing at him in the dark. It was thought that after Jia Lian and others returned to their homes, they talked about the salt owl and attracted so many curious people.
Sun Shaozong originally thought Long’er would lead him to the living room or the yard where Jia Lian lived, but he turned left and right, but entered an exquisite and compact garden.