Jia Zhen and his family rushed forward with him, and the group arrived at the Tongzhou station at dusk.

Because he brought the coffin, Jia Zhen personally came forward to communicate with the postmaster for a while.

The Yicheng held the silver notes in his palm, looked at Jia Zhen's kind and polite appearance, but he also reciprocated his favor and ordered people to treat him carefully.

"Thank you!" Jia Zhen clasped his fists to thank him.

"General Jia, you are polite."

After the greetings, Jia Zhen returned to the room and arranged for a while to take Jia Yu (the name given to Jia Rong for her aunt) to have dinner in the room. Then he went to find Jia Rong and planned to take someone to the lobby for dinner.

Jia Rong's expression was like frost and eggplant. As she walked, she kept scratching her arms. He felt that his whole body was itchy, and his whole body seemed to be crawling and gnawing by snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Seeing that Jia Rong had wrinkled her fresh meat from a young age, Jia Zhen laughed and asked, "I can't live there? This seems to be a good environment." By modern standards, it is also a three-star hotel. The house is divided into two small rooms, one inner room, one outer room that can be used for entertainment, and there is also a toilet separated by special screens. Not to mention the servants of Ning Mansion who sprayed roses when they were cleaned up - ancient noble lady-grade perfume.

"Yes," Jia Rong recalled, and was still scared: "Dad, just now... When Lai Fu Laigui cleaned up the room, a big mouse ran out! There was a mouse, dad!"

"Dad," Jia Rong said, looking at Jia Zhen carefully. She seemed to be in a good mood when she saw someone. She boldly pulled Rajazhen's sleeve, giggled and whispered: "Why don't we stay in the inn?"

"If you don't take the welfare of the court, you won't take it for nothing." Jia Zhen said.

"………It seems like you didn't give me money." Jia Rong lowered her hands and muttered more and more. The post station was used to send documents from the court or to provide accommodation, supplies, and change horses. But the latter type basically only provides food and clothing. After all, it is free. For example, his father has a title in Ning Mansion, and he has donated his official position, so he can stay for one night for free, plus three meals and some dry food.

"Silly son!" Jia Zhen slapped Jia Rong's head when he heard this, and felt like a kindergarten teacher. He grabbed someone by his side and educated in a deep voice: "I'm holding the signboard of the imperial court. If you live in an inn, even if the Wang family in Rongfu was so angry that they wanted to kill and set fire, they would not dare to take action here. Similarly, it's the same if you don't take a boat to go south. On the Grand Canal, if you get dumplings, you won't be able to get water? On land, at least you can run with your legs, right?"

Jia Rong was so scared that her body was stiff and her face turned pale: "Why... why are you so cruel? You..."

"Your father, I told you the news you learned from your grandfather. Think about your misunderstood identity, what else is impossible?" Jia Zhen's face became solemn.

Jia Rong thought about his grandfather being forced to lose all his immortal energy, and told the truth - taking care of his orphans, helplessly making people misunderstood things, nodding and saying that she understood.

"Okay, go for dinner." Jia Zhen patted Jia Rong on the shoulder and went down the stairs with others. I don't know if it was because of him that he was too sensitive. Every time he took a step, he seemed to hear the "crunch" sound from the wooden ladder, especially when the four longs behind him were consistent with the pace, he felt a little louder, as if he was forced to make a shout of crunch with all his strength.

Jia Zhen frowned and looked at the wooden ladder at his feet. Although the station was traveling from south to north and there were endless people, it did smell the past, especially the wooden ladder. The wooden surface was grinded and bumpy, with marks on the surrounding handrails and spider webs in the corners, highlighting the sense of dilapidation that could not withstand the wind and rain.

After swallowing the words "The boss should repair the stairs", Jia Zhen stepped on the ground in the lobby and felt relieved.

After finding an empty table, Jia Zhen sat down with him. Then he chatted with Jia Rong and asked someone to introduce several small officials who were eating in the lobby. He flipped the books and just studied and studied. He stayed at the inn, and of course he had other purposes, such as understanding officials, using wind energy, and eavesdropping on the latest official news.

Although Jia Rong is a playboy and has nothing to do, she also manages common affairs and welcomes and sends people to the public. She knows a lot. She relies on Jia Zhen and whispers to communicate with people: "The pile of constables who eat voraciously in our left hand are from Shuntian Mansion. They must have been busy with official duties for a day and can only take time to have a meal now. Dad, do you know Bao Qingtian? The newly appointed Shuntian Mansion is like Bao Qingtian, who is powerful and does not fear power! His surname is Bao! People call him Xiao Bao Qingtian, you...yes..."

Jia Rong dimmed for a moment, but soon cheered up again and whispered: "He was also caught by Xiao Bao Qingtian in his private dormitory."

Jia Zhen raised his eyebrows. He became more and more interested. Will Jia Zhen and Qin Keqing be hooked up and developed into true love?

While he was talking, the waiter served a meal. A plate of steamed white flour steamed buns, a plate of braised beef, a plate of peanuts, a plate of dried radish, a plate of leeks and fried eggs, a plate of boiled cabbage, a dish of carp soup, and two bowls of rice.

Jia Rong looked silently at his father and gave rewards, watched his father bring the only plate of beef to him, and silently looked at the vegetarian clothes he was wearing. Even if he was mourning, it was not like this way to eat vegetarian food.

"The steamed buns are broken and the eggs are delicious." As soon as Jia Zhen saw the food, his taste buds automatically secreted saliva. He also began to recall how the food tasted in his mind, and it was immediately passed on to his hands. After taking a sip of carp soup to moisten his throat, Jia Zhen separated the steamed buns, clamped the beef, and stuffed the eggs into it. He solved one of them in a few seconds. Then he turned his eyes to look at Jia Rong who was holding the steamed bun and gnawing it very pitiful, and reminded him.

"This...this steamed bun..."

"The steamed buns are not as delicate as at home, but they taste pretty good." Jia Zhen said in a deep voice: "If you don't cherish the food now, you may not be able to eat it in the future, do you know?"

"There are many people in this world who can't even afford such steamed buns," Jia Zhen felt that he was very old and pressed his hand on the table: "If you don't eat, you won't have the energy to rush to the road tomorrow."

"Thank you for your advice, don't be angry, I'll eat it right away." Seeing that Jia Zhen was vaguely angry, Jia Rong hurriedly followed the advice of others to break open the eggs and chew the steamed buns.

Jia Zhen's eyebrows loosened and he continued to sweep away the wind. Although he knew that there was so much food now that he could not be hungry on Jia Zhen's head, he had been used to it for many years, and if he had some food, he still wanted to finish it and leave.

While having a meal, there was only a sound of horse hooves coming from far to near. Jia Rong felt that she was not as good as she was biting the steamed buns slowly. When she heard someone coming, she immediately looked lively. Soon the door was pushed open and a group of people came in. The leader was wearing black clothes and looked very cold, but she was unparalleled.

The person seemed to notice Jia Rong's look, and his eyes glanced over, and his eyes were filled with a deep and cold feeling.

Jia Rong was immediately frightened and started to cough.

Jia Zhen took a deep breath, and reluctantly moved his eyes away from his "mantou castle", and looked at the person who came. With just one glance, Jia Zhen had an impression that the person who came was not easy to mess with!

This man was so powerful that he took it out of the ice hole.

The official secretary had already responded carefully: "This... sir, please redeem the rude official, who are you?"

"My elder is Song Xueci, the former governor of Sichuan and Shu, and is now promoted to Beijing. This is a relevant document from the Ministry of Personnel."

"Congratulations to Lord Song, the uncle's eyes are so ugly. Please, please."

Seeing the postmaster greeting the people upstairs, Jia Rong breathed a sigh of relief and stuttered: "Dad, he is he..."

"If you know he is so fierce, will you use this word? After you settle down, I will ask you some gentlemen to study hard." Jia Zhen watched Song Xueci and his group go upstairs, staring at the disrepaired wooden ladder with his eyes fixedly. It was no slight sound than before. Now the team of people walked past fat and strong, and they started to squeak, and they were completely unbearable.

His brows frowned slightly, Jia Zhen raised his hand and called the waiter: "Your stairs are creaking!" Although he felt a little nervous, it was better to put out this potential source of danger as soon as possible.

"If you say to General Jia, this is also an old problem. I will report to the postmaster later and ask the carpenter to come tomorrow to inspect the first and second." The waiter replied with a smile.

"Yeah." Jia Zhen didn't say much after hearing this. He signaled that the person would leave and continued to make a "mantle bun" after eating one, and then another. It was so moisturizing after eating one.

When the waiter left, Jia Rong saw that his father was still eating steamed buns leisurely, so she couldn't help but pat her head and give herself a memory - this is the ghost father who has no memories of the past!

All of them have such great powers and have taken over the body, but they can't even recover their memories from the past. What a damn!

While complaining secretly, Jia Rong pulled Rajazhen's sleeve and said anxiously: "That Lord Song is the clan brother of his grandmother."

"So what? Don't lick your face with some blood and relatives." Jia Zhen said, "I would like to emphasize to you again. Being a person depends on yourself. You have your hands, take it away! You can disturb me anything, but only when you eat, don't disturb me, do you understand? You must concentrate on your attention when you finish this meal. What should you do if you don't have the next meal?"

"You, you, the starving ghost is reincarnated!"

After blurting out, Jia Rong reported what she said after she came back and apologized: "I'm sorry, I... I'm not right, that's not what I mean, I... dad..."

"Don't shake, just talk." Jia Zhen put down the steamed buns like cutting his flesh and looked at Jia Rong: "Be calm when you encounter something, don't be timid, don't panic, don't cry! I'll cry and beat you again."

"He has... a grudge against the Jia family!" Jia Rong calmed down and approached her. She could not speak in small voices. She explained: "It is said that her uncle robbed his fiancée, which was Xiaoding."

"What does that have to do with us?"

"According to..." Jia Rong's scalp numb and she pointed at her opponent: "According to... it is said that who took his uncle to his grandfather's house to play when he was a child, and then he went there and went there and then, and at a banquet, that's all."

Jia Zhen: "...How do you know?"

"This gossip is very circulating. He has been single all these years, and his official career is prosperous but single. There are many versions I don't know to tell you, but no matter what, the facts seem to be true. Lord Song must have a grudge with the Jia family." Jia Rong emphasized for a moment. Seeing that his father became interested, he quickly put down the steamed bun that had only eaten half of it, and continued to gossip: "A infatuated bachelor! His father is the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, and his uncle's father, Lord Zhang, once served as the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, and later promoted to the Minister of Rites. I won't mention those things that failed. Anyway, they were said to have grown up at that time! And pardoned their uncle..."

Jia Rong danced with a smile: "He is said that the old lady in the Rong Mansion and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of Jia Shi were fighting on the stage. One was to be born in Qingliu, the daughter-in-law who wanted to be born in a noble family, and the other was to be born in a noble family, and the eldest uncle Rong Guogong, who pardoned his uncle and his father, wanted his son Princess Shang. Sometimes it is said that pardon grandfather had to attend two banquets a day. On the Lantern Festival, there was a lantern festival in the palace, and the kind of blind date was a kind of love story, a love story, a love story, a matchmaker version, and other love stories."

"Five Jiao?" Looking at Jia Rong who was talking vigorously, Jia Zhen gave him an encouragement look and signaled to continue gossiping.

"It was originally a hexagonal, but because of whom he was only eight years old at that time, he ruled out him. The protagonist of the story was the uncle, uncle and grandma Zhang, the then Song Zhuangyuan, Princess Qinghe, and the current Prince Zhongshun."

"………………… Let’s talk about that Lord Song." Jia Zhen raised his hand and continued to eat steamed buns. He filled his stomach first, otherwise he would have some energy to solve a big drama that could be made up with five people alone.

"Mr. Song was the leader of the four famous gentlemen in the capital when he was young. Of course, the corresponding four playboys, you and her uncle, have a share." Jia Rongzai said the gossip carefully: "He entered the imperial examination and became the name of Tanhua. When he rode a horse out, he fascinated thousands of girls. By the way, there were three heroes in the officialdom, all of whom were dazzling in the imperial examinations in the past twenty years. Master Song was one of them, one was the current Shuntian Prefecture Lord Bao, and the other one was the grace..."

Looking at Jia Zhen carefully, Jia Rong continued, "It's Lin Ruhai, the son-in-law of the Rong Mansion. Among them, Bao was from a poor family, so his official career was slightly slower than the other two, but he won the top scorer at the age of fifteen, and he was the youngest and most powerful one of the three of them."

"Is that true?" Jia Zhen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and was interested: "I heard your words and phrases, do you admire him very much?"

"Yeah." Jia Rong nodded heavily, his eyes emitting light: "He has caught us all, but he is patient in reasoning us! No one has ever told me so many big truths, it sounds very interesting."

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhen looked at Jia Rong's innocent appearance. She wanted to laugh a little but couldn't laugh. She had to pick up the steamed buns that had not been eaten and stuffed into the hands of the man, clapping her hands: "Dad can't teach you the great principles. Just a little bit, every grain is hard, don't waste food."

Jia Rong's face turned red and she hurriedly took the steamed bun. The cold steamed bun was a little hard and held in her hand, and she didn't know how to put it in. But facing Jia Zhen's eager eyes, Jia Rong opened her mouth and took a bite. Just as he tried to swallow it, he heard footsteps sounding outside the door. After a while, a group of people came in, and when they saw the leader, a ray of light burst out in Jia Rong's eyes.

"Dad, that's Lord Bao!"

Jia Zhen once again put down his chopsticks. It really requires patience to raise a child. He looked up with a face. This legendary little Bao Qingtian does not have the aura of the stranger Song in front of him. He is warm all over, as if interpreting what an ancient scholar is, gentle, elegant, graceful and polite, and natural intimacy. Looking at this demeanor, he has a very close brother's character, but it can indeed make Jia Rong have some favorability.

After commenting, Jia Zhen continued to be addicted to food temptation.

On this side, Bao Mian looked at Jia Rong with a little excited look, then glanced back at the dining table that was full of seats, and waved his hand to signal the Yicheng not to worry, and walked towards the father and son.

The Jia family servants occupied a small half of the dining table in the lobby, while the Lord Song and his party occupied a large half of them. They all had half of them. It was quite unreasonable to ask someone to give way. One side had to accumulate energy to escort the master south, while the other side escorted the master to travel thousands of miles to Beijing. His subordinates had been busy for a day, and they were hungry and made people squat and eat, which was even more difficult to go to the peak. There was still room for the table of the Ning family's father and son.

Of course to be honest, in the dark and lively lobby, the appearance of the Ning family and his son was like candlelight, which made the lobby bright as daylight and could be seen at a glance.

And it seems a bit weird?

Bao Mian looked at Jia Zhen with confusion. As the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture and the local parent official in the capital, he also dealt with these noble and wealthy families. As the head of the Ningfu family and the head of the Jia family, Jia Zhen often came to Shuntian Prefecture to visit Yi Er during festivals. Therefore, he also asked himself how smooth Jia Zhen was doing things outside, but he held his own identity in his bones, exuding the dust-free spirit of the nobles who were above the stock market.

I will never eat in the lobby, and I even eat it with such relish, and I look very good at appetite. Moreover, looking at his sitting posture, he is more determined and upright than before, as he was a bit lazy and lazy.

"General Jia, Rong Xiaolang, you took the liberty to disturb him." Bao Mian calmed down his thoughts and saw a gift from his peers: "Can you put a table together?"

"If Mr. Bao doesn't mind that my son still has a filial wife, he should be fine." Jia Zhen looked at Jia Rong who stood up and saluted respectfully, and snorted coldly. His father who came to the door was not as good as his idol, right? Naughty child!

"Rong Xiaolang's Day"

Bao Mian's eyes swept across the dining table, looked at the simple dishes, and showed a hint of guilt on his face. He bent down to salute and expressed his condolences. Jia Rong was so shocked that he was at a loss and hurriedly invited someone to sit down: "Thank you, Lord Bao, you can't be resurrected, it's all good to see it. Maybe they all turned into immortals! You sit down first, the food here is a bit messy, don't mind."

Jia Zhen: “…………”

Seeing Jia Rong entertaining Bao Mian with affection, Jia Zhen smiled appropriately. It’s normal for a fan! He has been young too!

It’s good to have a positive idol!

After the meal was finished, Jia Zhen looked at Jia Rong with her hands around Lord Bao and asked for homework. She invited someone to go upstairs to go back to the room for details. The corners of her mouth twitched, but when she stepped up the steps, her brows frowned, and he felt that he was becoming more and more nervous. What was wrong with this wooden ladder! She felt like she was going to strike.

Concentrate silently and mobilize the surrounding wind elements to sense everything in the wooden ladder.

People around me felt a little stagnant in their breathing for a moment, and felt a suffocating.

Jia Rong also felt this way. She subconsciously stopped and said sorry to Bao Mian. She turned around and looked at Jia Zhen. Before he could speak, she suddenly felt like she was stepping on the clouds and felt a light feeling.

Before he could come to his senses, he heard his father shouting: "Be careful, go downstairs!"

"Ah?" Jia Rong was frightened, and then she heard a huge "crunch" sound, her mind instantly blank. When she was shaking with the sudden sound, she felt a gust of wind blowing by her side. Then when she waited for him to stand firm, she was already standing in the corridor on the second floor.
To be continued...