After the second provincial examination in his life, Jia Cong and his family went to Bitong Hutong for a banquet in the same year. Zhang Maocai was so proud that he would come back on a horse. After returning home, Jia Cong slept in the wing room, and Qingwen was waiting for the inner room.

Two days later, Jia She kept a meal. Jia She looked at the youngest son and said seriously: "It's time for a living room in Cong's nanny."

"Master, I think Xiaohong is the most suitable one. She and my mother are all slaves from home, and they are also suitable for the rules." Mrs. Xing said.

Jia Cong listened with his ears upright, and he moved the chopsticks after they put them off.

This is the case with the feudal patriarchal system. The emperor ruled the entire empire, and the parents were also the emperor within the family. The clan system stipulated by the Ming Dynasty, I killed my son to sacrifice for my mother in order to move heaven. This kind of tragic "filial piety" was legal and reasonable in the Ming Dynasty, and the local governments would also pay their respects and request praise from the court. This situation is common in the "Ming Shilu".

The terrible clan system, deprivation of human rights also lies in restricting the physical and property of children and women, arranging marriages, including girls, and punishment can be imposed as long as there is a little reason.

One of the major reasons why clans could not separate families in ancient times was "filial piety". If parents were there, sons would separate their families and change their household registration, and according to the "Da Ming Law" and "Da Shun Law", they would be punished by the punishment. Moreover, it would seriously affect reputation and if parents were there, they would be "unfilial", and the future of the officialdom would be destroyed.

Generally speaking, the parents of the clan are determined not to allow their sons and daughters to own private property before they are married. This is the origin of the ancient slaves bullying the young master and the great power. Lai Da, Zhou Rui, Jia Baoyu, Jia Cong and others have to call "Uncle" or "Master". This is also clearly stipulated in the Ming Dynasty and Dashun Law. Of course, this is just a general situation. Whether an unmarried child has private property depends on the will of the parents. Jia Cong published books and opened a bookstore, and was filial to his parents, but they did not stop him.

To be honest, in ancient times, the children were the private goods of their parents, which is not an exaggeration.

In order to confuse Yan Song, Xu Jie married his granddaughter to the Yan family's grandson. Then Xu Jie showed his teeth and killed Yan Song. The Yan family was scouted. His granddaughter was poisoned to death by Xu Jie's son, her father, and was a political pawn. The cold blood of a politician made normal people shudder. This was exactly the same as Zhu Yuanzhang poisoned Deng Yu (a founding hero)'s daughter, Deng Guifei, in order to please Wang Baobao, in order to please Wang Baobao, he poisoned Deng Yu (a founding hero), the daughter of Deng Guifei, who made more than his faults. After conspiring to defeat Gao Gong, he joined forces with Feng Bao to kill Gao Gong, but failed. Gao Gong also had kindness to Zhang Juzheng.

Jia Cong can change some things, but he can't change these things, at least now, he is always surrounded by the feudal etiquette system, struggling, breaking through, and following the rules of the game. Not to mention that he cannot choose his own wife, even a girl with a wife must seek the consent of her parents.

Think about it, feudal society is really fucking.

"That Qingwen, wasn't my mother nodded and pushed her over? There were three girls in Cong's room. Qiutong was admired by me, and Xiaohong was nodded and came in..." Jia She pondered. The three girls actually represented the tendency of the three people... He made a decision: "It's better to Qingwen, at most, there are two people with each other. He is not old, and Xiangling will depend on whether he won the election or not."

Mrs. Xing was quite unwilling to accept it. Xiaohong was still very obedient, had a wink and could flatter her, but she never dared to disobey Jia She and said with a smile: "Yes, then I'll go and reply to the old lady tomorrow. Wang Shanbao's family, go and call Qingwen to salute."

Jia Cong said nothing and looked at Jia She. Jia She also looked at him. This father and son who were thicker than water had no sign of how much affection they had. If Jia Cong had not achieved fame, this day would be impossible.

Jia Cong's eyes and tone were full of concern: "My father is older and has a granddaughter. You should pay more attention to your health. Both his son and his second brother are not ignorant."

Jia Lian responded with confidence, and Jia She said happily: "I don't lack anything now. When your bookstore is opened and you become an official, you still need to ask you to find a few beautiful girls and a few exquisite antique treasures..."

Jia Cong looked respectfully and smiled, but he felt more and more wanting to kill his father with this body. He poured wine and toasted: "This is what my son should do, the father said in one word."

Jia Lian was fine, but Wang Xifeng felt that her brother-in-law was a little distorted during the meal.

...

Qingwen is a smart girl.

But she doesn't use her intelligence to the top.

Qingwen was very smart when facing Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang asked her if she was in Baoyu's room. Qingwen said that she didn't know that the old lady wanted to ask her to do needlework. How dare Mrs. Wang ask Jia Mu, "Where do you want Qingwen to do needlework?" In this regard, she successfully fooled Mrs. Wang.

Seeing Wang Shanbao's family's pleasing and respectful attitude today, her eyes rolled around and she already understood a little. She entered the Neiyi Gate in a charming way and rushed to the serious lobby. Mr. Lian, Grandma Lian, Mr. Cong, Master Cong, and Mrs. Big Master.

Mrs. Xing sat upright: "Qingwen, listen well, all the family is here today. In the back, Cong'er's inner room will be responsible for all matters. If something happens, I will only ask you. If nothing happens, I will set a monthly bill of one or two silver coins. From me, do you want to be a slave? Or half of the master?"

Qingwen's eyes floated to Jia Cong with bright eyes. Jia Congli sat up and stood side by side with Qingwen, constantly winking. The two of them knelt on the mat in a sync with each other and kowtowed to Jia She and Mrs. Xing. The old couple was smiling. The young couple was shy. Jia Cong said in his heart: "It's all kowtowed to the dead..."

The most disgusting thing inside is Wang Xifeng. Look at this little couple. Thinking about the sweetness of my love and Jia Lian to the same bed and dreams, I can’t help but feel sad. I can’t bear to see others’ joy. Then look at my husband Jia Lian. Apart from my age, I can’t compare to Jia Cong. How could I marry such a man?

...

It was the first time that Qingwen lays on the same bed with this master. Although she is strong and hot, she doesn't care about so many things. But today is unusual. She kneels with Cong in the church and will be a perfect concubine in the future. This matter has spread throughout the Western Palace within half a day. I am a family... That is to say, Cong can do it now...

He... he turned over, Qingwen applied Danke, put his jade hands on the silver bracelet together and placed them tightly on his chest, his heart was like a drum beater, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, who thought Mr. Cong said strangely: "Qingwen, do you have a fever?"

"without……"

"Oh, that light is out, it costs fuel."

He... he actually fell asleep without saying a word. Qingwen was both grateful and lost. Was he not satisfied? He whispered: "Master Cong, you don't want to have a room..."

"I know..." The eyes of each other in the dark night were blurred. Qingwen felt Jia Cong hugging him, curled up, and snuggled in his arms. She felt Jia Cong exhaling between her hair, touching her chest and rubbing slowly, "Wait until you are fifteen years old, can you open your face again?"

"Yeah." The sound was so faint that I felt so excited that night.

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Chapter completed!