You read that right, Mrs. Xing begged Jia Mu. The girl who was arranged by Jia Mu was Qingwen, the most beautiful girl in the Red Chamber, the best in needlework, and the first place in "The Twelve Beauties of Jinling".

So the question is, Qingwen had been given to Jia Baoyu by Jia Mu at this time, so how could Jia Mu be willing to give it to Jia Cong? His attitude towards him was changed? It is impossible, Jia Cong thought, the only possibility is that Mrs. Wang played a role!

Mrs. Wang doesn’t like the beautiful girl in Baoyu’s room, she is afraid that she will ruin her Baoyu!

Jia Cong speculated that the process was that Mrs. Xing mentioned Xiren and Qingwen, and wanted the old lady to give him a girl, so Mrs. Xing also had a light on her face, and Xiren was the eyeliner chosen by Mrs. Wang. Qingwen was too beautiful, and Mrs. Wang might suggest that there were too many girls in Baoyu and let Qingwen go over... Jia Baoyu had Xiren, Qingwen, Musk Moon, Qiuwen, Bihen, Little Girl, and others. It was nothing to divide it into one.

Moreover, "Tearing a fan to make a smile for a thousand gold medals" and "Yong Qingwen's illness to make up for a golden fur" have not happened yet. Jia Baoyu couldn't say he had a relationship with Qingwen at this time. What he relied on the most now was his Xiren sister.

Is it a blessing or a disaster? Jia Cong was quite amused. Qingwen was beautiful, but she had a bad temper, lazy person, and a higher heart. As a lowly person, she might not be willing to come to serve his concubine son? The characters in the Red Mansion are very complicated, and he is the same as Jia Cong. The cold real life is not a novel, just tolerant and inclusive. He thought, since he came, he would be at ease. How could the old lady return the goods?

...

Time rolled to the palm lights, and the oil and fire were erratic. Jia Cong got up in his pajamas, hung up the curtains, looked out with his shoes: "Qingwen, turn off the lights."

Qingwen was also wearing only the middle clothes, with her hands on her forehead, silver bracelets on her wrists, and Danke on her long fingernails were the most dazzling. She sat at the table in a suffocating manner and said depressedly: "What is worth it, how much oil is spent?"

Haha, he is lazy, has a high spirit, and does not know how to be frugal. He was spoiled by Jia Baoyu. Jia Cong didn't touch him, so he just took two copper fire chopsticks to break the wick, covered the lampshade, and entered the inner room.

"Oh!" Qingwen didn't have the awareness of being a girl at all. If she had this awareness, she wouldn't have lived for more than seventy times. Her beautiful eyes were cold: "You don't have a single girl, so you can sweep, serve rice, water flowers, feed birds... How can I do it alone?"

"Sweep, you don't have to pour water, Sun Fu and I can do it." Jia Cong went to bed. No, this girl must be transformed. Jia Baoyu can stand it, but he can't stand it. No, Jia Baoyu later quarreled with Qingwen, which shows that Jia Baoyu couldn't stand it. Qingwen might not be willing to accept it, right? It's normal, Jia Baoyu has many girls who like it. Besides, for Jia Baoyu, Qingwen can gamble money without any scruples, wipe dominoes, and call food by herself. How affordable, to be fair, why doesn't Qingwen want to get good treatment?

I didn't pay attention to the shoes just now. Jia Cong recalled that Dream of Red Mansions mentioned that Qingwen wore "sleeping shoes". This kind of "sleeping shoes" was worn by women with small feet in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Zhang Ailing's "Days about Red Mansions" also verified that Qingwen was foot-bound...

A woman with small feet... Jia Cong thought of the online photos he saw in his previous life. Living in this era is a tragedy for women.

He is not an eight-year-old child on the surface, so he will not get angry about a girl or something. He cannot be picky in life. Qingwen has a strong temper, at least she will not be a spy? Hey, to be his girl Jia Cong, Qingwen will not be killed by Mrs. Wang.

...

"There is no meat tofu, Grandma Lian is so nice to you." Qingwen sat on the little mat for dinner, not at the same table with Jia Cong, and her master's servant, and her superiority is determined. She did not cross this line casually.

"Yes, my sister-in-law, of course I have to be nice to my brother-in-law." Jia Cong was happy and had no meat. Judging from his appearance, he also ate delicious food and was so wonderful. It was so weird.

"Puff!" Qingwen turned her head and bent down and smiled, saying, "I'm going to school today? Do you want to prepare clothes?"

"No need." Jia Cong put down his chopsticks: "The master said that he would go to the master for a few days and he would not need to go to the clan to study."

The warm sun in the deep spring broke through the clouds, and the green parrot in the bird cage under the corridor called "Qingwen, Qingwen" in his tone. The flowers were blooming. Qingwen sent the bowls, chopsticks, plates, and food boxes back to the kitchen, poured it a glass of water, and the parrot flapped its wings and became more and more vigorous: "Qingwen, Qingwen."

"Dead bird, let you go and hold the corpse again."

Qingwen cursed a few words and yawned lazily. Last night, she first arrived at a strange place. She was not used to it. She instantly showed her slim waist and cherry Fan Su's mouth. She stood down the corridor. The yard was fresh and the grass and trees were fresh. She saw Mr. Cong come back and ran around the corridor for half an hour. She was sweating profusely. She reluctantly handed over the handkerchief.

It was sweating all over, and Jia Cong was embarrassed to return it to her: "Sun Fu, I'm getting water, I want to take a shower."

"..." Qingwen couldn't ask him, she was sewing it herself. She was three years older than Jia Cong and was already eleven this year, not knowing nothing.

Sun Fu came in from the outer door to fetch water, Jia Cong made hot water himself, and Sun Fu went to the patio to carry cold water, and went to the east wing to wash for a long time. Sun Fu asked Qingwen to send tidy clothes over.

Qingwen entered the door and just passed the screen. Suddenly, she saw a naked body, standing upright bathtub. This body should be as strong as ordinary people when they were ten years old. Mr. Cong was rubbing a short unknown object with both hands, like an earthworm...

"Ah!" Qingwen threw away her clothes and ran away in panic. Her wrapped feet didn't walk very quickly. Her almond eyes were wide open, her eyebrows were furrowed, her pretty face was blushing like an apple, and her hands were put on her hips: "Sun Fu, come out for me!"

...

"Qingwen, you take advantage of me." Jia Cong was very dissatisfied. His body was actually seen by someone, and he said shyly.

Qingwen sat in the yard without saying a word, staring at the courtyard with tears in the corners of her eyes and a sneer on her mouth.

He has a pretty face, very delicate and has a good figure.

"Hey, Qingwen, look." Jia Cong pointed to the ant under the mulberry tree: "There is a division of labor. They have an ant king, just like a bee with a queen bee. The ant king just takes care of giving birth, and she will give birth to children with many men."

"Nonsense!" Qingwen didn't believe it, but her eyes looked over curiously, and her eyelashes flickered.

Jia Cong immediately asked Sun Fu to borrow a shovel from the people in charge of the warehouse and shovel the mound of soil under the tree. Sure enough, there was a white ant king. Jia Cong smiled and said, "Do you believe it this time? The ant king can be roasted and eaten."

"Disgusting!" Qingwen saw another kind of ant that would move the same kind of corpses to death. The ants were red and frowned and said, "Why do they want the same kind to kill each other?"

"What's so strange about this?" Jia Cong asked Sun Fu to take the Ant King to bake it, and said it was very delicious. Sun Fu shook his head and didn't want it, and took it outside to throw it away. Jia Cong sighed softly: "Even ants are alive and unkind and unrighteous. They are extremely cruel. But will people not eat people? From the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there have been many people who eat people. In some places in Dashun, they will change their children to eat when there is a famine. What's more, people have methods and methods to kill people without blood. It's more terrible than eating ants. Are you right?"

"Yeah." Qingwen seemed to understand it, but after being interrupted by him, she forgot the original unhappiness. Looking at this young master, what she said was so difficult to understand, and even stranger than Master Bao's second master.

"What is Mr. Cong studying for?" Qingwen asked.

"For yourself, for the people you care about, and for the ambition." Jia Cong clapped his hands and returned to the west wing: "Do you know? There was a great poet named Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty. He said that if you are poor, you will be able to keep your body alone, and if you are prosperous, you will be able to help the world. What Bai Letian wants is also what I want."

I don't understand it very much. Bai Juyi is in front, and why is Bai Letian behind? Qingwen's identity is the lowest. She is not only a slave, but also a slave of a slave. At the beginning, she was given to Jia Mu by Mama Lai, and Mama Lai is also a slave, so... She has an aunt and uncle cousin, nicknamed Duo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo

It's the one who doesn't understand.

Mr. Cong said he wanted to go out and left a message. The visitor from the yard asked her to receive her. There was nothing else. Qingwen heard that she was going to meet three shopkeepers. After getting along like this for half a day, sometimes she felt that even though she was older, she felt that Jia Cong was older than her and was weird.

She had never considered Jia Cong's ability to write eight-legged essays, extraordinary talents, and whether he would be a maid in the future. If she had considered these, she would have cursed Mrs. Wang and deceived Jia Baoyu. With her intelligence and beauty, it was not impossible, but she just disdained... Needlework is not a trivial matter for women. Women in this era pay attention to "three obediences and four virtues", and the four virtues are virtues, words, appearance, and merits, and "gong" is needlework. Her needlework is the best among girls, and Jia Mu praised her, but... she didn't do it easily.

Is the self-esteem of a girl with low status?

Unfortunately, this era is not tolerant of women.

Qingwen planned to organize her study room, Jia Cong's Fierce Mirror Hall, and the number of books is increasing. According to him, it is the rhythm of sprinting for the college entrance examination. If a person lives on the last day, it will not be so painful. He also turned a few pages of the book "Three Hundred Essays of the Selected Times" sent by Baochai.

Although there is a tendency to be a lot of people, the study room is neat and orderly, and there is no need to be organized at all. This master does not have the majesty of his master. The master's fortune is. I heard that he helped the second girl chase Mama Wang. It seems that he is good at dealing with people, not as difficult as Jia Baoyu. Mama Bao Er is good at good times and bad at bad times. Qianxue was driven out, but she is innocent and suffered from the unintentional disaster of Mama Li. Jia Baoyu has the temper of a young lady and is not so easy to serve. It is rumored that Jia Cong is not good at pomegranate.

"Qingwen, you take advantage of me!" Parrot learned and learned very quickly.

"Dead bird, tell me to tear your mouth apart again!" Qingwen was angry when she heard this and couldn't pull it. She went into the wing room to pick a copper fire chopstick and poked it, causing the parrot to lose a few feathers.

The parrot with Baoqiang's forgiveness color jumped up and down, his eyes were very innocent.

Qingwen thought to herself: "Damn it! This dead bird only learns from Master Cong's words. If others hear it, what's the face I have!"

The feathers floated and gently flew into the patio.
Chapter completed!