The Overlord of the Red Mansion

Chapter 269 Feudal Rulers

In the evening, Jia Rong had not returned yet.

Jia Xichun was chatting with her former good sisters in the living room.

"I haven't been back for four or five years. You've become mothers now."

Lin Daiyu smiled and said, "I just gave birth to a child in June this year. I just started using a special hair growth shampoo because my hair has been falling out recently. I'll give it to you too."

Lin Daiyu's child is already more than three months old. Not only is the child getting to know his own hands and becoming familiar with his body organs, but Lin Daiyu's body is also beginning to return to normal, recovering from her pregnant state.

Shi Xiangyun, who had already recovered, smiled after hearing this.

"Why does your hair grow so fast? I think it's a nuisance. We women can't have short hair like the emperor."

Qin Keqing sat together with several girls. Since the girls became pregnant, their relationship with Qin Keqing had improved a lot and they had more topics to talk about.

Qin Keqing used her hand to distract the child who was watching her hands and waved her hand in front of Lin Daiyu's son.

"Little Twenty-Eight won't be a big brother this year, but he'll have a little brother or sister next year."

Xue Baochai took the initiative to say to Qin Keqing: "Sister Qin, why don't you have more children? Only three is not enough!"

Qin Keqing shook her head and said, "Too many to take care of. Pregnancy is too much of a hassle. The Emperor doesn't lack sons. If I give birth to too many children, they will say I am partial in the future."

Wang Xifeng was sitting on the side drinking tea and nodded seriously after hearing this.

"My sister is right. Recently, that kid named Lian'er has been saying that I am biased. This kid is really ignorant and doesn't know how hard I have worked these years."

Shi Xiangyun smiled and said, "The old lady only has two sons, but Master She still says that the old lady is partial to her. In the future, the eldest sister will have four children, and some will be troubled."

Wang Xifeng and Qin Keqing both smiled and did not continue the topic.

Jia Yuanchun's four sons are indeed troublesome, and Jia Yuanchun herself is also worried about this matter.

Jia Xichun sat on the side, like an outsider, and was completely unable to fit in with the previous sister tea parties.

At this time, Jia Xichun quickly suggested: "I have written a lot of poems over the years. How about we hold a poetry reading today?"

Xue Baochai said: "The poetry meeting is now managed by Li Gongcai and Baoqin. It used to be held on the 26th day of the first lunar month. In recent years, there have been many things to do in the palace, and there are many fun things to do, so it was changed to the 16th day of each month. This way, it will not be delayed during the New Year and other festivals, and it will not coincide with the New Year, Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival."

Because of several festivals, poetry readings will be reduced on the first and second days of the Lunar New Year and at the end of the month. By scheduling them on the sixteenth day, it is easier to avoid most of the bustling times, and twelve readings can be held in a year.

Neither far nor near is possible. Some large festivals take many days to prepare, and there is no way to spare the manpower or space to host them.

There will be a lot of supplies left after the 15th day of the Lantern Festival and the 15th day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so there is no need to clean up the lanterns and decorations so quickly, and the two poetry gatherings can be made more lively.

Lin Daiyu said, "Today is exactly the 17th, and the poetry meeting is over."

Jia Xichun was about to continue speaking when Qingyun came over with two pieces of gray clothing in her hands.

"The fourth young lady's monk's robes have been washed and are ready to wear."

Jia Xichun stood up and looked at the monk's robe in Qingyun's hand, then looked at the beautiful skirt she was wearing, and said hesitantly, "Can I wear it after it's just been washed?"

Qingyun explained, "It was ironed dry with a fire, and the Queen asked the Fourth Miss to wear it."

Jia Xichun had no choice but to follow him and change back into her original clothes.

There is no washing machine for washing clothes in the palace.

It’s not that we can’t make a drum washing machine, it’s just that there’s no need.

Jia Rong and his wife all wore high-end clothes, so they could not be washed in the usual way. They were carefully cleaned and maintained by specialized personnel. They not only had various sewing kits, but also irons, clothing steamers, detergents, disinfection cabinets and other auxiliary tools.

The laundry room in the Holy Palace is not a place where a bunch of aunts scrub washboards, but a fairly clean and high-end place.

Jia Xichun has been away for five years now. During these five years, the living standards of Jia Rong's family have skyrocketed, causing Jia Xichun to start losing some "common sense".

After Jia Xichun left, Lin Daiyu couldn't help but say a few words for her.

"Xichun is so pitiful. We used to be good sisters, but she was the only one who loved to talk. Now she's like an outsider."

Wang Xifeng put down her teacup and said casually, "It's always like this. When I was in the Wang family, I had many good sisters, but we haven't been in touch for many years. Now you are the only sisters who can accompany me until I grow old."

Tanchun smiled and said, "That's true. Madam and the old lady all went through this. When they were at home, they were honored guests. After they got married, they had to suffer and serve their husbands and mothers-in-law."

Wang Xifeng rolled her eyes and said, "Forget it. Have you ever suffered a few days? When I eat at night, you can serve me. I will let you experience how to be a daughter-in-law!"

Shi Xiangyun hugged the child and said, "Hearing what you said, I want to hold another poetry meeting to celebrate our good sisters' eternal love!"

Xue Baochai laughed and said, "Only the Emperor can support our whole family. Any poorer person would never be able to support more than a hundred good sisters in our family!"

Lin Daiyu asked charmingly, "Where do all these good sisters come from?"

Xue Baochai smiled and said, "It's not much different."

Shi Xiangyun took the initiative to say: "I understand what Baochai means. When I was at my uncle's house, I knew many girls to play with, but later on, some got married, some got sick and died, and gradually there were only a few left."

"Now that we have a good home, let's use this as the theme for our next poetry reading!"

Wang Xifeng smiled and said, "Although I don't understand this, I guess there will be a lot of flattering poems by then."

Shi Xiangyun said unhappily: "Shut up~"

Everyone chatted and laughed for a while, and soon a palace maid quickly came to the door and shouted.

"The Emperor is back!"

Everyone quickly stood up and went to greet her, handed the child to the nanny, and followed a group of sisters to kneel down in the designated positions.

Although the clothes I wear every day are different, whether I wear a long skirt or a short skirt, the posture of kneeling down to greet is the same.

Kneel down with your legs apart to prevent your legs from exerting force with bad intentions.

Keep your head up to prevent someone from impersonating you, or to prevent someone from looking at you because you have done something wrong.

When kneeling in an M position, place your hands on the sides or back to support the ground to prevent sneak attacks with weapons in your hands.

A group of women knelt down in unison to welcome Jia Rong. Even Jia Xichun followed this strange example and kept in line. She no longer dared to express anything different.

"Your Majesty is welcome back to the palace!"

"Stand up." Jia Rong walked past the girls.

The officialdom is definitely the place with the most serious bureaucratic atmosphere.

The place with the most feudal atmosphere is naturally the palace where the feudal rulers live.

Jia Rong's home happens to be the imperial palace, so if he is not a bit feudal, he cannot be called the emperor.

If the emperor is not feudal, he would not be called the emperor.

(End of this chapter)