Chapter 251 Win a Doll for Grandma
Rong He nodded: "I guess so."
"In fact, Imperial Concubine Jiang's family background is not good. She was brought back by the emperor when he went out to provide disaster relief. Her family is in Jiangnan and was hit by a flood."
The storyteller on the stage was still telling the story vividly.
Concubine Jiang Nian was the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Jiangnan. Many people died in the flood, including her family, and she was the only one in the Jiang family who survived.
She ignored the grief of losing her family and did not care that she was just a weak woman. She worked with local officers and soldiers to rescue people, working non-stop for three days and three nights.
The emperor was moved by her, and after the flood in Jiangnan was settled, he brought Jiang Nian back to the palace.
The two loved each other very much and soon had a son. Five years later, they had a second son.
But the good times did not last long. Concubine Jiang had a difficult delivery when giving birth to her second son, and eventually suffered a heavy hemorrhage and died.
"Ruoruo, Ruoruo, have this." Old Madam Rong handed over a piece of sesame candy.
Baoya was brought back to her senses. Familiar with the process, she ate the candy from Old Madam Rong's hand, then picked up a rose date from the plate and handed it to the old lady.
"Grandma eats dates. They have no seeds and are very sweet."
"Delicious!" Mrs. Rong was as happy as a child after Baoya fed her a rose date.
Baoya also laughed along with her.
"The Second Prince is erudite and intelligent, and he deserves to be in charge of the Eastern Palace. The Fifth Prince is born with bad luck, as he has been missing since leaving the palace at the age of eight... If Imperial Concubine Jiang is still alive, she will surely protect our Crown Prince and bring peace and prosperity to the entire dynasty!"
After the storyteller on the stage finished his story, there was a burst of cheers and applause from the audience.
Bao Ya didn't join in the applause, but turned her head to ask Rong He: "Brother Rong, the Fifth Prince is also the son of Concubine Jiang. Why doesn't the storyteller ask Concubine Jiang to protect him as well?"
Rong He frowned slightly and lowered his voice, "Bao Ya, the Fifth Prince has been disliked by His Majesty since he was born. He believes that he is the one who killed Concubine Jiang."
"It is said that no one in the palace dares to mention the Fifth Prince's name anymore. In the streets and alleys, the rumors are all about the good things about Concubine Jiang, the emperor's infatuation, and the crown prince's virtue. No one dares to mention the Fifth Prince."
"Even if they mention it, it's always about him. If anyone dares to speak up for him and someone with ulterior motives overhears and reports him, they'll lose their head!"
"It's so serious." Baoya was shocked and covered her mouth with her tender white hands.
She just felt that the fifth prince was quite pitiful. Because he was born with bad luck, he was driven out of the palace and no one cared about him.
Concubine Jiang's death wasn't his fault...
Despite what she was thinking, she quickly looked outside. Yan Fei was guarding outside, so no one should have heard it.
I didn't see anyone else at this glance, but I did see two familiar figures sitting in the private room opposite.
It seems to be Master and Brother Xiaojing.
Baoya pursed her lips and said, "Brother Rong, I want to go to the toilet."
"It's just at the corner of the corridor. Ask Yan Fei to take you there." Rong He said.
"No, I can find it myself."
"Then go back quickly and don't run around!"
"Okay." Baoya responded, jumped off the chair and slipped out.
When Mrs. Rong saw her go out, she immediately wanted to follow her. Rong He hurriedly coaxed her and finally managed to persuade her to stop.
The corridor on the second floor was circular. Baoya walked around the corridor for most of the way and arrived outside Nanxuan and his friends' private room.
She was still a little hesitant. She had only glanced at him from a distance. What if it wasn't him?
From inside came the familiar voice of her brother Xiao Jing: "Now that you're here, what are you still doing at the door?"
Baoya immediately lifted the beaded curtain and walked in: "Brother Xiaojing, Master!"
Jingzhen was dressed in a brown silk robe, with his hair tied up with a jade crown, looking like a young master from a noble family.
Nan Xuan was wearing a plain white shirt and a wooden hairpin to tie his hair up. He looked very simple. However, the mask he was wearing weakened his aura a lot.
If it weren't for his casual sitting posture, he would look like Jingzhen's follower.
The tea table could seat four people. Jingzhen walked over, picked up Baoya with one arm, and sat her on the chair next to him.
"Why are you here?"
"I saw you guys across the street," Baoya said, "Are you guys here to listen to a story as well?"
Jingzhen paused for a moment, nodded, and took the snacks on the table and gave them to her.
Baoya didn't hesitate to take the winter melon strips covered with sugar residue and started eating.
"It seems that our little Baoya is doing well in the Rong family. She doesn't even say that she misses her master and your brother Xiaojing when they meet." Nan Xuan joked.
Baoya's cheeks were puffed up from eating. She glanced at him and said, "Master, you didn't say you missed me?"
Nan Xuan was choked by her, then burst into laughter: "Of course, you dare to choke your master with words. You don't learn your lesson. You are not a good child if you rebel against your superiors."
Baoya: "Hmph."
Jing Zhen turned his head slightly, hiding the smile on his lips: "Ignore him. You sneaked out, go back quickly, I'll come to play with you another day."
"Okay, then I'll wait for Brother Xiaojing."
Jingzhen nodded and picked her up from the chair. Seeing that she liked winter melon strips, he took the oil paper on the table and wrapped everything on the plate for her.
Then he took her little hand and walked her back to the door of Rong He and their private room.
Nan Xuan watched the two disappear out the door, pouted, and muttered, "Two naughty kids."
Jingzhen didn't go in. He nodded to Yan Fei who was guarding the door as a greeting and went back.
Baoya entered the private room, and the three of them sat for a while and then left.
Next came the singing. Rong He didn't like those humming tunes, and neither did Old Madam Rong.
Baoya didn't understand these things, but when Ronghe said he would take them to see a cricket fight, she thought it was very interesting and agreed happily.
The three of them came out of Mingwuju and did not take a carriage because it was only a few steps away.
There were many stalls on the roadside. After they had walked a few steps, Mrs. Rong was attracted by a chubby porcelain doll on a stall.
She pulled Baoya's sleeve and said, "Ruoruo, I want that doll!"
Baoya looked at the stall and thought that the dolls were not for sale. This was a stall for playing pitching pots, and the dolls should be given to the winners.
She thought about it and looked at Rong He beside her.
Rong He spread his hands and said, "If you want to play, go ahead and play. I'll pay for it."
"What if I can't win?" Baoya looked at the distance, which was a little far.
It would be nice if her second brother was here. She is not very good at aiming games like pitching pots, archery, and hooping.
If I don’t win the doll, my grandmother will cry.
"It's okay. If you can't win, let Yan Fei come. If Yan Fei can't win either, we'll just spend money to buy it!" Rong He was very generous.
With Rong He's words, Bao Ya felt relieved.
When the boss saw them gathering around, he knew they were wealthy people by their attire, and he was particularly enthusiastic: "Young Master, Young Lady, five cents an arrow, ten arrows form a group, and if you hit all ten arrows, you can win the prize in this row."
He pointed casually, and the porcelain doll that Madam Rong had taken a fancy to was among them.
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