When Jia Cong returned to the courtyard, the lights in the cubicle were on, and Qingwen had not stopped.

It's been lively all day today, and she's really boring as a girl.

Si Qi, Zijuan, the waiter, the painting, and the embroidered orange came to be a guest.

These girls wiped the dominoes together, took out copper coins and gambled, giggling and laughing.

By the time they had walked most of the way.

Qingwen just lifted the curtain and came out to change Jia Cong's clothes, but she just took off her cover and put it back in the closet.

Jia Cong carried a kerosene lamp to the windowsill and beckoned to Qingwen: "It's rare to have time, I'll teach you to write a few words tonight." ”

"You, do you really want to teach me?"

Qingwen Jingyurong paused, pursed her pink lips, there was a little fear in her apricot eyes, and there was a little expectation in her heart.

"Come on, when I'm done teaching you, I still have to write."

Jia Cong got up, grabbed Qingwen's arm, pressed her against the chair, and then stood behind her.

was going to teach her to hold the pen correctly, but when his hand touched the girl's white and tender softness, he obviously felt a trace of struggle.

Jia Cong whispered: "Don't move." ”

Qingwen's body stiffened when she heard the sound, and the water snake's waist suddenly straightened.

lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and there was no movement.

See her settle down.

Jia Cong bowed slightly and began to teach her to write, holding hands in two lines:

"Pifu is the master of the world, and in a word, it is the law of the world."

These two sentences are the breakthrough of the "Zi Yue" proposed by Lin Daiyu during the day.

"Zi" in the previous sentence and "said" in the latter sentence, isn't Confucius the master of the hundred worlds?

Isn't the language of Confucius the law of the world?

"Okay, you can recognize these two sentences."

Jia Cong was leaning over at this time, and Qingwen was in her arms.

As she spoke, her eyes unintentionally glanced at the back of her neck on the outside of the collar of her middle coat.

The green silk on the neck of a few trees that cannot be tied is sparse and bent.

The hidden virgin fragrance invades the nasal cavity, and it is refreshing and abnormal.

Jia Cong silently recited Amitabha Buddha and hurriedly avoided it.

Qingwen is already a slim girl, and she has long been sophisticated.

Sensing Jia Cong's subtle actions, she bit her pink lip lightly and pretended not to know, but said.

"I can recognize a few words, so how can I check if I don't recognize them?"

When Fang was taught by hand, her hands were very stiff, and several words were written incorrectly.

Jia Cong said: "If you encounter a word you don't know, go check the "Lund Dictionary" first, and ask me again if you don't know."

The original way is that it is useless for you to learn too much, you just need to recognize some basic words, otherwise it will be troublesome for me to ask you to find books. ”

He doesn't have anything for Qingwen, whether he can meet the requirements of the right poetry.

Xiangling holds poetry books all day long, and with this opportunity, Qingwen can naturally be more literate.

Otherwise, it just has that good color, but the mouth is like a knife, and to be honest, it's hard to like it.

Just think about Aunt Zhao...... So it's one thing to let her relieve her boredom and gain a long insight.

The other is to train this girl to be a qualified female scholar.

Listening to the gentle tone, especially the heat that was close at hand, it was overflowing on the eyebrows and cheeks, and it was going to refresh people's hearts.

"Hmm." Qingwen lowered her head and answered her voice like a mosquito.

........

After Jia Cong taught her to write twice, he went out alone to fetch water and wash her feet.

Zijuan, who had not yet left, opened the curtain and came in again, and when she saw this interesting scene, she laughed secretly.

Qingwen bent her eyebrows: "Zijuan, come here, Third Master Cong said, these words are broken by the question that Miss Lin came up with during the day."

You take it back and show it to Miss Lin, listen to what she says, and you can tell me again." ”

Zijuan stepped forward to look at it twice, and said with a smile: "The handwriting is not good, I'm afraid our girl won't be able to read it." ”

Zijuan's original name was Brother Parrot, and she was originally a girl next to Jia's mother.

is the same as Qingwen in the past, she is a mother of Jia, so the two daughters know each other and are also familiar.

The snow geese that Lin Daiyu brought from Yangzhou are still young.

Mother Jia was afraid that it would be useless, so she sent Brother Parrot over to serve, and Daiyu renamed her "Purple Juan".

The night is getting deeper.

Zijuan returned to the blue yarn cabinet and showed the words to Lin Daiyu.

Daiyu's eyes flashed: "It's broken." ”

Then he shook his head and said: "This question seems to be concise and clear, but it is quite complicated, and it should be our joke."

No, his problem-breaking outline is concise and concise, and he is indeed an eight-share talent. ”

She recalled that during the day, Jia Cong did not answer directly, but she was afraid that it was because of the situation that the last "Lantern Festival" made Baoyu unhappy.

This time, he didn't want to deliberately show off, but in fact, his talent was not below the sisters....... Careful and know how to advance and retreat.

Talented people always cherish each other.

Daiyu was born in a scholarly family, and the same is true.

She has never known Jia Cong as a person, or has never been in contact with a man other than Jia Baoyu.

But the performance at the Lantern Festival really touched her heart a little strangely.

Such emotions are not emotional fluctuations between men and women.

Instead, I was touched by Jia Cong's humble posture and scholarly talent.

........

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Jia Yu set a date, and on the eighth day of February, he ordered Jia Cong to go to the Qin Mansion in Nancheng to apprentice, and hesitated several times.

gritted his teeth and took out a hundred taels of silver as Jia Cong's apprenticeship gift and the month's expenses.

Jia Mu ignored this, and didn't even send anyone to greet her throughout the whole process.

Jia Yu was very depressed, and it was not easy to open his mouth to ask his mother for it.

But this move shows that Jia's mother never put Jia Cong in her eyes.

Maybe it was because Jia Cong made Jia's mother unable to step down, so she disposed of Wang Xifeng, and she had a mustard in her heart.

Everything was ready, but before the people set off, there was a letter from there.

As Jia Cong expected, Qin Ye was sick and idle.

Jia Yu thought about it and told him to go to Dongfu: first, Jia Zhen is the patriarch, and the children of the clan are studying, so he should sponsor one or two.

The second is that Jia Zhen and Qin Ye are in-laws, and Jia Yu is busy with pleasure, so he just came back from outside with a refreshing ointment.

At this moment, he was looking for the concubines to make a big move, so he naturally didn't have time to take his son over, so he asked Jia Zhen to arrange it on his behalf.

In the mid-spring season, the drizzle is like silk.

Gently sprinkled on the eaves of the Ningguo Mansion, the beast's head and the kiss were more solemn and luxurious in the rain.

The light dust on the ridge of the roof was washed spotless by the rain, like a fresh ink painting.

In the upper room of the east courtyard, Jia Zhen and You Shi, a young couple, sat and chatted casually under the window in the south.

The complicated accounts of the family, the harvest of the Zhuangzi, the management of land rent, and the daily necessities of aristocratic life.

are all topics they often talk about, but only the matter of bed sheets, they have never mentioned half a word.

At this time, You's personal maid Yindie reported outside the curtain: "The third master of Xifu is here." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of dripping rain.

Jia Cong took the paper umbrella and hung it under the porch, and his slightly wet boots stepped on the clean bluestone slab, leaving strings of water droplets, and walked in slowly.

Jia Zhen and You saw him with his hair tied in a high knot, dressed in a Songjiang cotton robe and a round-necked middle shirt.

The corners of the robe that originally grew below the knees had been pulled up by him and put into the sweat towel around his waist at this time, which was slightly indecent.

But his eyes are pure, his skin is white and clean, his face is sharp and angular, and he looks like a handsome son.

is worthy of the name of the rumored "studious and progressive, and behaves decently", but it is not disgusting.