When night falls, there is no moon, the stars are like jewels and pearls set in the blue sky, the night breeze blows the pond outside the hall, and the lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate dispel the darkness.

There are two festivals in the Red Mansion, each of which represents a turning point, one is the Lantern Festival, the concubine is provincial, the flowers are brocade, the fire is cooking oil, and the second is the Mid-Autumn Festival a few months ago, when Jia Zheng was in charge, Sister Feng was sick, and the family affairs were complicated, and Jia's mother felt the loneliness and couldn't help crying.

Waiting for Jia Yu and Jia Zheng to say goodbye and go back to the room to enjoy themselves, the younger generation also talked about their own, Jia Lan left the table and came to Jia Cong to toast here, and talked about literature and art for a while, he is now thirteen or fourteen years old, but his body is relatively strong, Jia Lan also often practices archery and horse archery, and shoots deer in the Grand View Garden, for which Jia Baoyu shook his head again and again.

"Uncle Cong has to come to Daoxiang Village from time to time, if you run to your room often, your nephew is not a child anymore......" Jia Lan rolled his eyes, as if he knew that there were three wives and concubines in Uncle Cong's room, so he had to avoid suspicion.

Jia Cong hesitated: "If I go to your side, I have to go with you, you have to avoid suspicion, and I have to avoid suspicion." ”

Jia Lan was speechless, her mother was a widow, as the saying goes, there are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, which made Jia Lan feel quite uncomfortable, if his father was alive, he probably didn't look like this, Jia Cong said: "Your grandfather has appointed a poor student, and it is okay to ask him for advice." ”

Jalan shook his head like a rattle.

Obviously, Jia Zheng is not harsh on the clansmen of other houses, such as Jia Lian, Jia Cong, Jia Qiang, etc., but for Jia Baoyu, Jia Huan, and his grandson Jia Lan, that kind of harshness is actually pretended to be strict, even if Jia Zheng's mood has changed greatly at this time, Yu Wei is still there, Jia Lan almost did not communicate with his grandfather, and when he communicated, he was ordered to compose poems and the like.

"Then when you ask me, ask the little maid to report, and the uncle and nephew will go over together. I'll take you to the bookstore when I have time. Jia Cong didn't mind carrying this nephew.

Jia Lan nodded with satisfaction, looking at Jia Cong's eyes very admiring, Jia Cong looked at Li Wen and Li Qi on the side, they were all beautiful girls who did their duty, he suddenly thought of the marriage of interests, Zhang Maocai and Sima Bandit Jian were not married, the so-called marriage by order is only for individual people, Jia Cong's marriage by order is because he is the champion, and other Jinshi do not have this honor, think about it and veto, and the marriage of interests may not be reliable.

Look at Sanchun, who chatted privately for a while, listened to Yanhong's storytelling for a while, and Sanchun's marriage, what should I do?

Not to mention the spring, they are all older than him, and if they don't wait until they are seventeen or eighteen years old, their parents will arrange it, and they can't help but get married.

These things don't seem to have a deep connection with himself, but he is also relieved that they can have a good result, especially Yingchun, and he doesn't know if Sun Shaozu is dead.

Thinking about this, Jia Qiang poured him wine with a pot: "In the past, Brother Qin came to beg me to do something for him, and my nephew was also embarrassed, since he took the burden of the patriarch, he didn't want to be blamed, so he arranged for him to go to Shuiyue Nunnery, and the rumors were very bad......"

Jia Qin is also a member of the Jiafu grass generation, and is also a wine bag and rice bag, and there was a scandal with the nuns when she went to Shuiyue Nunnery, and it is said that she often drank and slept together, and Shuiyue Nunnery and Tieji Temple were all Jiafu family temples, which damaged the reputation of Jiafu.

The original plot of the Red Mansion was like this, for which Jia Zhen also scolded him, Jia Cong was slightly dissatisfied: "This doesn't work, as soon as there is something, ask me to wipe your ass, if I do everything for you, what prestige do you have?" See for yourself. ”

As for the interior of the Jia Mansion, Jia Cong's point of view is that if he doesn't clean up and rectify, the Jia clan will lose face, which is why he has to be strong.

The economic foundation determines the superstructure, Jia Cong's income is handed over to Jia Qiang, and Jia Qiang herself can also share a monthly example from it, so this traps Jia Qiang, Jia Qiang responded, and Jia Cong asked again: "Are you married?" If you don't get married, I'm afraid that the people will say that you are not safe. ”

"Set a date in a few days."

"Can Ling Guan be the main house?"

"Originally, it was a happy membership, but as soon as the old lady got it, she was pardoned, it's okay."

Jia Cong nodded, he didn't want to interfere in everything, he had to put it where it should be, if Jiafu was cut by the next people's congress, not only would there be less money and expenditure, but also a lot less trouble and verbal wrongs. But as far as the entire clan is concerned, Jia Cong can't be flawless, and he tries his best to bear some flaws in the officialdom.

"This home should be quieter, unlike the former wives and grandmothers, when they entered the palace to guard the country's filial piety, no one cared, Aunt Zhao and some mothers-in-law, what kind of trouble." The mandarin duck secretly glanced at Jia Cong: "It's restless inside, I'm just trying to hide it, the old lady is getting older, and her brain is not as flexible as before, so she doesn't dare to go back." ”

"You're doing the right thing." Ping'er and her were in the corner, and they whispered in the air: "Originally, Grandma Zhu was a living Bodhisattva, no matter what was good or bad, she let it go, because she didn't want people to say that she was an orphan and a widow." Cong Ye's grandmother, do a good job, but some things, Cong Ye does not come forward, Cong grandma is also quiet, our grandma said that she 'don't do her own business and don't speak, a question shake head three don't know', when she was not married, as soon as she heard that someone in the garden stole something, immediately moved out to avoid suspicion, and the corner door of the Wuyuan was closed, excluding suspicion, at this time, everyone is in Mingzhe to protect themselves, Cong grandma is smart, but there is no courage of Cong Ye, husband and wife work together, in order to break the gold. ”

"If you want to talk about courage, the third girl has it, but it's a pity that it's a daughter's family." Mandarin duck sighed lightly: "The old lady said this, it's not a long-term solution, now that grandma Cong is in charge, I will go back to the big house to split up in the future, and I will meet your grandmother...... When will there be peace? ”

Ping'er didn't answer, not only the mandarin duck has her suffering, if Jia's mother dies, the mandarin duck will not escape Jia's amnesty hand, it must die, and the fool can also see it, and she herself, sandwiched between Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian's concubine, in the past four or five years, the splint has not suffered less, and when the two fight, she is always the first to suffer, Jia Lian's personality likes the new and hates the old, and her future is as slim as the starry sky outside the screen window.

At the end of the day, think about who you are doing all your life.

Bang bang bang!

Crackling! Crackling!

Firecrackers and fireworks lit up the faces of the two girls, Jia's mother's old and smiling face, Lin Daiyu's happy face, and Sanchun's face.

Jia Cong looked back and found that Jia Huan, Jia Lan, and Jia Qiang had already retired, and the surroundings of his table were empty, he poured a glass of wine, drank it on his back, and said in his heart: "Those who are affectionate, those who are sparse, those who are ruthless, those who are close are sparse." ”

He silently walked out of the flower hall, at this time, Jia Cong found that he was very lonely, the vast fireworks and the universe of heaven and earth did not exist, maybe this road was lonely from the beginning.

Qingwen was ordered to give her mother-in-law silver under the tree, and when she saw him, she rubbed her hands and said, "I'm cold to death." ”

Jia Cong looked at her, Qingwen in a red vest was pretty, he held Qingwen's hand: "Come here, I'll warm you." ”

Qingwen just laughed, Jia Cong thought: "Maybe only Qingwen, she has never argued, it's good to have such a girl." ”

Xue Baochai had already seen him go out, and when he came out, he saw this scene from a distance, thought about it, and turned back silently.