Qingwen tilted her head and snorted coldly, feeling uncomfortable, and glanced at her mouth in a low voice: "I don't think that little Qing'er is very good." ”

Jia Cong frowned, stopped his pen and looked at her: "Isn't it boring to stay at home every day?"

Qingwen, your explosive temperament, you should change it, not for others, just for your own sake.

Those old women can't get used to you, you think about what the reason is.

When they take your badness and run to the master to report the news, you are the one who suffers. ”

"I've only said a few words, and you've said a lot."

Qingwen suddenly had a sour nose, dropped the inkstone and ran back to embroidery, pouting: "I don't learn anymore, I don't practice calligraphy, and I don't grind ink anymore."

People's hands are sore, you go to find that little Qing'er. ”

Seeing this, Jia Cong smiled and was not angry, and got up to open the curtain inside.

I watched her pout, embroider a few stitches, put the thread on her teeth and bite it off.

Then the embroidery needle was turned, and the stitches were knotted, and a cyan jacket was made.

"Hey, I'm spoiling you like a big lady even more.

Saying goes.

A woman's lack of talent is virtue, and it is also excellent to have the opportunity to know a few words. ”

Qingwen felt funny when she thought about it, and her eyes flowed: "Dare to praise the ten fingers for their skill, and don't draw the eyebrows long."

Who loves the elegance and high style, the neighbor of the world is simple and dressed.

Is it a Tang poem? ”

"Yes, a lot of progress."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "It's only been a few days, and you'll be reciting Tang poems?"

Qingwen turned around with a light "snort" and ignored him.

Continuing to make needlework, a smile rose between his eyebrows.

At night, they each went to sleep.

Jia Cong thought to himself: "He is not a perfect person, and there is no perfect person in the Red Mansion.

Half of Qingwen's temperament is acquired, and it needs to be further adjusted.

In the original book, she suppressed and ridiculed the little girl Lin Hongyu (Xiaohong) in various ways.

Xiaohong couldn't please Jia Baoyu, so she retreated to hook up with Jia Yun, but Xiaohong's nature was not bad.

And Qingwen found out that Shen'er was stealing, and picked up a zhang qing and poked it, and her heart was not soft at all.......

Later, he had all kinds of awkward quarrels with the attackers in Yihong Courtyard, and he always fought back strongly against the enemy.

can treat her own people very peacefully, Qingwen has changed a little bit in the end.

Her advantage is that she is good at needlework and does not whisper.

I can't be a spy, but I'm pretty, really pretty......."

Chen Dongsheng joined Jia Zhen in one copy, and his reputation among his colleagues in the Metropolitan Procuratorate and Shilin increased greatly.

Of course, it can't reach the level of shock, some newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, young and vigorous, and vigorous royal history.

It is not an exaggeration to be able to take down several marquis and earls.

.......

.......

On a hot summer afternoon, the door opens gently.

A ray of bright sunlight shone in Jia Mu's flower hall.

Jia Cong followed the figures of Jia Huan and Jia Lan and stepped into this elegant world.

The three of them found a place to sit down, and it was inconvenient to watch the opera in the hall.

The last time Jia Cong came over, he still opened the door and set up a stage opposite.

The old and young masters of the East and West Mansions, Mrs. and Miss, and a large family of relatives surrounded them in all directions.

There are Jia Mu, Jia Yu, Mrs. Xing, Jia Zheng, and Mrs. Wang.

Jia Lian, Wang Xifeng, Jia Baoyu, Jia Cong, Jia Huan, Jia Lan, Li Kun, Sanchun.

Aunt Xue, Xue Baochai, Lin Daiyu, Jia Zhen, and You Shi also came over.

This should be the last time they will attend such a large family banquet.

Jia Zhen sat like pins and needles, only feeling embarrassed, and her face was hot.

You Shi's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and her beautiful face did not have the demeanor of the grandmother in the past, and she sighed secretly in her heart.

After everyone arrived, some girls served the food in an orderly manner and retreated in an orderly manner.

Mandarin ducks, Ping'er, raiders, and other girls, as well as mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law.

Some waited outside the door, others inside the door, waiting for orders at any time.

Jia Zhen's dismissal has already made everyone know about Xicheng, Ningrong Street, and East and West Mansions.

The purpose of this banquet is self-evident, in order to keep the atmosphere from being awkward.

Wang Xifeng and Mandarin Duck jointly discussed drumming and passing flowers, and there were no plum blossoms in summer.

Amber went outside to pick a lotus flower.

Although Wang Xifeng doesn't care about her home at the moment, Jia's mother still likes her to flatter her.

I don't know if they secretly discussed something famous, the mandarin ducks beat the drums, sometimes in a hurry.

The lotus flower was stunned and never reached Jia Cong's hands.

The jokes they told couldn't catch Jia Cong's laughter, but he was happy to be clean and comfortable, and he just buried his head in eating.

Li Kun quietly pulled Sanchun and Jia Lan out in the middle of the banquet, and it was none of his business, and he hung it high.

Aunt Xue, Baochai, and Lin Daiyu were even more inconvenient to refer to, so they simply withdrew.

It's the Flower God Festival, and the sisters are still having a good time.

The dishes have five flavors, laughed and eaten.

Jia Mu looked around and said straight to the point: "Brother Zhen has made a foolish mistake and insulted the lintel of the clan, so there is no need to mention this matter."

The will of the Holy One is for the small sect or other serious people to inherit it.

This is a family affair, not for an old woman of mine to have the final say.

But the chosen person must take on the responsibility of the clan, do you have a good choice? ”

Ning Guofu's status as a major sect has been stripped away, including Jia Rong and his eldest son.

None of them have the identity of the sons of the great sects, so Jia Rong is not in consideration.

Moreover, Jia Rong is obviously not suitable for the position of patriarch.

The patriarch is like a beacon of light, shouldering great responsibility and authority.

He is not only the soul of the family, but also a role model for everyone.

However, the people here, such as Wang Xifeng, Mrs. Xing, and Mrs. Wang.

Their minds revolved more around the power and interests of the patriarch.

Jiafu, the compound of the national government, has eighteen or nineteen Zhuangzi.

The amount of money involved in the dispatch and circulation is far from being summed up by tens of thousands of taels.

According to the pomp and circumstance of a wealthy aristocrat like Jiafu, the cost of a year is like flowing water, and 100,000 taels of silver is too little.

In this vast silver sea, who can not be tempted by it?

Who can not be blushing for this?

"Ancestor, I am no longer a faceless housekeeper, and it should be my own wrongdoing, and I can't blame anyone.

Lian'er is a burnt roll, thanks to the ancestor who loves him, the entertainment outside is still passable.

After all, after all these years, Brother Bao is still young, let alone Brother Huan.

Alas, the original way is that during this time, I always thought about finding an opportunity to make amends to Brother Cong.

Should! How deserved! After thinking about it, I realized that he had saved me and helped me before.

This time, I will also make amends in person, even if Huang Ying grabbed the harrier's feet.

The ring is buckled, and from now on, Lian'er and I will no longer be unfriendly with Brother Cong. ”

Wang Xifeng got up, suddenly jumped out and said, with a lot of witty words.

The original silent atmosphere was said in the banquet, inside and outside the flower hall.

They were all very active, and many people laughed.

Jia Cong wanted to laugh when she heard this, and she wanted to know what the hell this pretty sister-in-law was fighting?

Wang Xifeng didn't care, just do it first as a respect, and a glass of wine went down.

The beautiful woman's reddish pretty face adds three points of beauty, light red shawl, golden jade, and red skirt.

Mature and slender, those eyes that can speak like Danfeng, staring at Jia Cong with a smile.

Jia Mu smiled, lined up and said, "It's good to be more harmonious."

Jia Lian lowered his head in shame, although Wang Xifeng was joking.

But whenever this wife is there, he really has nothing to say.

A glimpse of his wife's drunken style made his heart tremble....... Don't look at Wang Xifeng's generosity in front of outsiders.

On the bed, he was so embarrassed that he refused to change his posture, and he was in the middle of the banquet at the moment.

Jia Lian was flying out of the sky, his eyes fluttering, as if he had flown into the clouds.

Overlooking the goddess of King Xiang, Wushan clouds and rain.......

"The second sister-in-law is polite."

Jia Cong smiled, lightly returned a glass of wine, and said nothing else after that.

Wang Xifeng frowned when she saw it, she didn't expect Jia Cong to pass perfunctorily like this.

This faint feeling of being ignored made her feel annoyed.

Facing the beautiful woman's pretty eyes that eat people.

Jia Cong didn't squint, he sat upright, looking like he was invincible and you looked casual.

Wang Xifeng gritted her teeth and retracted her gaze, the meaning of what she said just now was naturally to let her husband Jia Lian take the throne.

Jia Lian's ability, she is clear, not as good as her, and will help come up with ideas at that time.

The power can be slowly withdrawn, and this time it is the power of the patriarch's wife.

How much gold and white silver is there?

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Xifeng's heart suddenly burst into joy.