Mother Jia glanced at her granddaughter-in-law, who was pleasing to her at this moment, and was unable to make a decision for a while.

Half-ringing, he sighed and said, "Feng Yatou hasn't been in good health recently, so I'll go back to the hospital first."

Morning and evening, I still come to say goodbye, I will give you an answer when I ask carefully, as for Brother Cong'er......."

Jia Mu looked at Jia Cong with complicated eyes, such a complicated problem.

I never imagined that it was Jia Cong, who was even more unbearable than Jia Huan, to give it to her!

And this problem, she can't make a final decision!

Nowadays, the four major families of Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue, the Jia/Shi families have no power, and the Jia regime is in the Ministry of Industry, which is not worth much.

The Xue family gave up politics and business in the early years, and was a nominal imperial merchant in the household department, receiving money from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The prince of the Wang family, Teng, recently came with good news that he was about to move to the nine provinces and was ordered to check the border.

He's the pillar....... Any decision made by Jia Mu had to consider the Wang family in advance.

Without Wang Xifeng by his side, the Laiwang couple would tell the truth.......

In this way, can the reputation of the Jia family not affect Yuanchun in the palace?

"That's it!"

Jia Mu sighed secretly and waved her hand: "Brother Cong, if you really let you be wronged, I will not sit idly by."

Let's go down first, listen to your son and mother, and concentrate on studying. ”

"Yes, my grandson is leaving."

Jia Cong bowed, turned around and lifted the curtain, and left leisurely.

Under the corridor outside the door, Amber - Ping'er - Feng'er - Jin Chuan - Caixia and so on, a large group of girls are waiting for the master.

Wang Xifeng stepped down the bluestone steps in a trance, and his jade hand caressed his temples.

The Hunan red Shu brocade begonia golden double jubilee pattern long skirt sets off her graceful and exquisite figure, which can be seen at a glance.

Covered with a blue Bafugong satin gown, wearing a gold silk eight treasures beaded bun, and hanging beads with five phoenixes in the rising sun.

The steps moved slightly, and suddenly the chest rose and fell violently.

Seeing this, Ping'er and Feng'er hurriedly stepped forward to support them, and hurriedly said, "Grandma......."

Mrs. Wang, who came out of the curtain behind her, looked a little ugly.

Mrs. Xing's eyebrows raised her face, pretending to sweep up and down, left and right, and there was a smug look between her eyebrows, which was overflowing.

She only felt that Bei'er had face, and looked at Wang Xifeng with a little sneer in her eyes: "A good son is taught by himself, and a bad daughter-in-law is not a bad daughter-in-law who helps me run the house." ”

Wang Xifeng's face was ugly, he bit the corner of his lip, and left without saying a word under Ping'er's support.

Jia Cong's face was expressionless, and he quietly left Jia's mother's courtyard, without the expression of a smug or victor along the way.

There was no deep concern, as if these things were not a matter of concern to him.

Can the well frog watch the sky?

Bird's nest knows the bird?

It was Tie Niu, who followed the master with a foreign face, and slowly walked out the back door, leaving them with a chic silhouette.

.........

Nan Ke dreamed of the Lantern Festival, and the spring house was full of Mama Wang.

If these things are only a drizzle and breeze in Jiafu, it is not enough to talk about it for a long time.

This time it was a storm, and the white-hot house fight between the uncle and the sister-in-law swept the entire Ningrong Second Mansion.

The people of Rongguo Mansion once again saw the tough methods of Third Master Cong, and even Ning Guofu set off a heated discussion.

Of course, Jia Mu did not make up her mind about the final disposal result.

Many people are waiting, waiting for the results to be made public and the answers to be known.

........

........

The cool breeze outside the house blew a copper bell under the eaves, making an ethereal and pleasant ringtone.

The sun was warm, shining through the window paper into the room.

Jia Cong sat upright in front of the desk, holding a lake pen that was as soft as a girl's green silk.

Dip the inkstone ink on the sides of the window case, and the tip of the pen is rigid and soft.

The handwriting is written vertically from right to left, upright, clear and delicate.

Occasionally, there is a mistake and a cross is crossed, and those rows of words are Mencius:

"If you don't wait for your parents' orders, the words of the matchmaker, you can peep at each other through the holes, and those who follow each other over the wall will be cheap to your parents and countrymen."

Calligraphy is the most diligent and hard-working, even if there are so many "zhi" characters in the preface of the Lanting collection, there are many changes.

It is rumored that Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy, liked to raise geese to watch it, and traced the form.

The water of a lake and pond is blackened by a brush, and only then has a generation of scholars become a saint.

But with hard work, the brush can always pass, Jia Cong thought.

Qingwen's girl is ingenious and careful, but she is very suitable for him to study ink.

The dream of the literati through the ages, the red sleeves add fragrance to the night reading.

It seems that for the sons of rich and noble families, it is easy to have this treatment.

Of course, if you want her to serve in the bath, you will not agree.

However, Jia Cong really didn't think about this aspect, and came to this world since he came.

He was always reading and writing, and at night he was also thinking about his life plan.

Just when Jia Cong was immersed in practicing calligraphy.

As always, Qingwen came back from the kitchen to eat, and among them was a dish of "tofu skin buns", which was her favorite food.

In addition, there are a lot of exquisite meat, and the food is much better than usual, which is like the food that a son should have.

Qingwen knows the ins and outs of these changes very well, and she still wears a three-girl pigtail and a pink vest today.

The wrist of the silver bracelet is as delicate as a white onion, and a red embroidered sweat scarf is tied around the waist of the water snake.

The mind is ready to be released, just like an oil-paper umbrella in Jiangnan Rain Lane, which can hold up a piece of heaven that belongs to her.

A delicate melon seed face, a bit of seductive fox eyes.

Although it is worth the cardamom years, there is already a charming charm at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes.

"This girl deserves to be the first of the twelve hairpins of the Red Mansion and Jinling."

The monster hadn't been paying close attention to it before.

Jia Cong glanced at it without a trace, and then withdrew his gaze.

Put the brush on the edge of the inkstone, get up and sit down at the small table.

Qingwen was still in the pestle, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Jia Cong: "Do you guess that the old lady will continue to let Grandma Lian take care of the house?"

Let me tell you a clever story, then Aunt Zhao will say when she meets people now, Grandma Lian embezzled the silver from the public and covered the sky with one hand.

Privately withhold the monthly silver, and secretly oppress the miss/brother, like a gust of wind, everyone knows, alas...... You're also bold......."

"Hehe, support the bold, starve the cowardly."

Jia Cong's chopsticks stopped, looked at the girl's charming little face, and said with a smile: "People are watching the sky, the sky is angry and resentful, like her, who has a strong temperament in everything, I am afraid that she will not have the face to come out again.......

And it is impossible for the Wang family not to guess that she wants to cross the river and tear down the bridge, so why not tell the truth to the old lady, she can always ask the truth.

Even if the old lady hides it from the public, she can't stand the public's money, and the second sister-in-law will not be embarrassed, after all, no matter the housekeeper/steward, what she wants is a majesty and righteousness. ”

Qingwen blinked her small eyes, and nodded reasonably, this person spoke and acted very methodically and calmly.

is not like the emotionally uncertain Second Master Bao, I really don't understand why Second Grandma Lian can't get used to him?

Do you want to make things difficult?

Jia Cong started his chopsticks again, and his appetite was great today, after all, there was a little beauty sitting in front of him with a bit of Sister Lin's style.

There are two women in the Dream of Red Mansions who resemble Lin Daiyu: one is Qingwen, and the other is Lingguan.

Qingwen didn't eat much in small bites, and she had the temperament of a boudoir in her gestures.

The cage of the Xifu, the Guogong Mansion, is very fond of these decent girls, and her body is delicate like a young lady.

Qingwen wiped her mouth lightly with Xiupa, suddenly remembered something, raised her eyes and asked, "The eldest master instructed you to go to the Qin Mansion to study, I... Can I go along? ”

"Nope."

Jia Cong shook his head and said: "The girls in the inner house are not allowed to go out of the house at will, unless they are daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law who are in charge and procurement. ”

Jia Cong didn't know what she was thinking, and couldn't help but refuse.

Qingwen pursed her lips, stopped talking sullenly, got up and sat at the table alone to play dominoes.

Jia Cong also has her own concerns, where does she have time to take care of her.

After thinking about it recently, he always felt that Jia Zheng's recommendation was a bit problematic.

That Qin Ye is the Langzhong of the Ministry of Works, with the rank of five-rank Beijing official, although there is no need to go to the court meeting below the fourth grade, but he is not a leisurely and comfortable person.

How can people have the free time to teach him Baguwen?

Unless Qin Ye is called sick or idle!

Moreover, it is clearly written in the original work of Red Mansions.

Qin Ye was "shy in his official bag", so he let his son Qin Zhong enter the Jiafu clan to study.

Will he say yes?

In a Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Industry is equivalent to the modern Ministry of Construction.

How could he not be able to get oil and water?

Could it be that the officials are too honest and honest, so they have clean sleeves?

Is it as rigid as Hai Rui?