Qingwen's heart is happy for Master Cong, once the identity of the quasi-aunt is truly established, there is a dependence and belonging, it will not be like before. Although, now that Xiangling moved over and rewrote the death contract, she was unhappy, but there was nothing she could do about it.

I met my parents, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, and Jia's mother all bowed, Jia Yu did not tell him that Fu tried to send a matchmaker to ask about his relatives, obviously this matter has not been completed for the time being, Jia Cong thought that he was thirteen years old, and he was far from thinking about marriage, and when he met Jia Zheng, Jia Zheng was still reading his current text, as for Jia's mother, he sent him away after a perfunctory reproach, and there was no reward.

Returning to the courtyard of the middle road and sitting down, Qingwen jokingly jumped with joy: "Congratulations to the master!" Congratulations to the people! ”

"Alright, look at you don't look like a sincere salute." Jia Cong pulled Qingwen's hand, Qingwen came over and snuggled next to her, and Xiangling knelt down to see her.

Jia Cong only had the mood and time to look at Xiangling at this time, before the gambling contract was placed, Xue Pan was strict with Xiangling, just look at Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng's Ma Daopo curse, Xue Pan was afraid that Jia Zhen Jia Lian and the like would attack Xiangling, and stepped forward to block her.

Xiangling in front of her is the same age as Baochai and Qingwen, fifteen, graceful, with a light red rouge mole in the center of her eyebrows, with the delicate and graceful spirit of a Suzhou woman, and her appearance is not worse than Qingwen at all, the first place in the "Jinling Twelve Hairpins Supplement", not covered, Jia Cong remembered Qin Keqing in a trance, and said back to his senses: "Xiangling, get up, Qingwen, where does she live?" How to arrange the monthly schedule? ”

"I took her to live in our East Chamber, and the monthly rate is calculated according to the general price of other girls in Xifu, half a penny, okay?" Qingwen saw that Jia Cong was distracted by Xiangling, and she was uncomfortable.

Jia Cong groaned again and again, there are only three of them on the east side of the east chamber, Xiaohong and Qiu Tong live in the west chamber, Xiaohong is okay, there is one more Xiangling now, Qiu Tong really can't stay, even to Qingwen, he is not very relieved, Qingwen is not good to Xiaohong, Shen'er and the like, the big girl, the little girl, the hierarchy is clear, Jia Cong said: "Go to the back yard in and out of the bills, kitchen exchanges, comprador money, I will look at it once every three days, you go down." ”

Xiangling Fuli retired, this girl is obviously much more pitiful than Qingwen, Qingwen led her to the room: "I can't see sneaky people the most, you have to do this kind of thing, you don't have to go back to Master Cong, I'll be the first to drive you out." ”

"Sister, don't mess with me, I must be careful, I don't dare to do anything, on Uncle Xue's side, I haven't had an accident." Xiangling shook her head anxiously and begged bitterly.

Qingwen's lips twitched: "Where is your home?" How was it sold? ”

"I don't remember."

"How old are you?"

"I don't remember."

Qingwen wanted to taunt her a few words and ask these words, but she thought that her own life experience was the same, so she didn't want to make things difficult for her for the time being.

……

The thirteenth year of Yongle is the longest chapter of Dream of Red Mansions, from the nineteenth to the fifty-third chapter, mostly about Jia Baoyu's trivial matters, during this period, Jia Baoyu was beaten by Jia Zheng and half to death because of his flirtation with his mother Jin Chuan and wandering Youling Jiang Yuhan, and Jia's mother wanted to return to Jinling.

Then came the thirty-sixth episode of "Knowing and Determining Love", Jia Baoyu's emotional experience took a turn, and then Jia Yuqiang failed to marry a mandarin duck, and let go of threatening and vicious words.

At the end of the thirteenth year, Xing Xiuyan's family entered Beijing, Li Kun's widowed aunt took Li Wen and Li Qi into Beijing, Xue Baoqin entered Beijing in one room, and Daguan Garden began to be lively.

However, these have little to do with Jia Cong for the time being, the thirteen-year "Rongguo Mansion Lantern Festival to have a night banquet", that kind of prosperity, is just the return of the dead, in this kind of time, he has been hurrying up to prepare for the exam for several months.

In the fourteenth year of Yongle, after the Lantern Festival, the lobby of East Road.

Jia Cong got straight to the point and said: "Master, wife, my son thinks that there are enough girls in the room, and if there are too many people, it will be chaotic, which is easy to breed noise, and it will affect my son's study, Sister Qiutong, can you ...... it?"

Jia Lian understood, and said with added vinegar: "Brother Cong is a scholar and sensible, which is a good point." There is only one room in my room, Qiu Tong is not open, there are people in my room who talk about no heirs, no concubines, father to see, Qiu Tong can ...... "

"Okay, it's not a big deal, Qiu Tong will go to Lian'er's room, Cong'er, you can prepare for the exam." Jia Yu waved his hand to order the two sons to go, went back to the bedroom, opened the treasure box, took a three-yuan pill and took it, Jia Yu suddenly breathed rapidly, his face was flushed, his eyes stared at Yan Hong on the bed, and he screamed.

"Master, lightly, the slave maid can't stand it anymore......" Yan Hong in the bedroom told her again and again, the master who took the medicine was really violent.

"Mandarin ducks! You wait! You can't escape! Jia Yu sneered, the following actions did not stop, the Yanhong girl who bought eight hundred taels of silver was ravaged to death, last year he called Mrs. Xing to call the shots, and the forced marriage of the mandarin duck was unsuccessful, the mandarin duck cut the invention in the court, and the strong temperament was like Bai Jinchuan who was forced to jump into the well and die by Jia Baoyu and Mrs. Wang, which can be said to have made him disgraced! The majesty is lost! This kind of hatred, how can he let it go easily!

Jia Yu regarded the red under him as a mandarin duck, wantonly and wantonly.

……

"Brother Cong, I have written down this favor." Jia Lian patted Jia Cong on the shoulder.

"Brother, don't say these words." Jia Cong was thinking, Jia Lian brought Qiu Tong back, Wang Xifeng had an extra thorn in his heart, right? Moreover, if you have a good relationship with the brothers, it will be much easier to act in the future.

Jia Lian remembered his younger brother's favor, and happily led Qiu Tong back, Jia Cong's heart was relieved, this kind of life that was constrained everywhere, he didn't want to live any more, so he took Ding Chouhui very seriously, just wait for the two lists, go out to be an official, cultivate power, and wait until that day, he will let Wang Xifeng, these enemies, kneel down and beg him!

Out of the laundry place at the back of the wing, just after stepping out of the threshold, Qingwen smiled: "Don't come here, you can't look at the things I washed." ”

"Okay, don't look at it." Jia Cong went back to the bedroom and waited, until Qingwen finished washing, each of them ate and washed, Xiangling slept outside, Qingwen slept with him, Jia Cong proposed: "Why don't we wash together?" ”

"It's ridiculous, I can't pull my face." Qingwen shook her head and didn't allow it, a pair of jade hands hooked on Jia Cong's neck, Jia Cong didn't plan to untie her sleeping shoes, the scholar doctor likes small feet, not that kind of stump, but the ambiguity and ambiguity of the literati embellishment, three-inch golden lotus, Jia Cong doesn't have that kind of deformed metamorphosis, he hugged Qingwen's small waist, smelled the kiss from his mouth to his chest, and the two of them breathed more and more rapidly.

Jia Cong untied her vest skirt: "You bear with me, I'm coming." ”

"Well, it hurts......" Under the dim candlelight, a shadow appeared on the curtain against the wall, the shadow of the two people hugging each other tightly, Qingwen below, the slender feet that were half-untied and exposed by the skirt were raised between Jia Cong's buttocks and waist, and the old nails pierced deeply into the flesh of Jia Cong's shoulders, and the moth eyebrows trembled and half-opened and half-closed.

At first, because of pity, it slowly trickled like a trickle, and after a few minutes, Jia Cong gasped: "Does it still hurt?" ”

"Don't talk." Qingwen's heart was hot, and her blushing pretty face was pressed against her chest, and Jia Cong was like hearing a fairy sound, and she hit like a storm.

About half an hour later, Qingwen's face was still stained with tears, and her body was so sore that she didn't have any strength, but with the pain and the redness of the handkerchief, she also tasted that pleasure for the first time, and felt very strange...... No wonder the attacker was going to be like Bao Erye in the first place.