Qingwen's heart was happy for Cong. Once she truly established her identity as a prospective concubine, she had support and belonged to her, she would not be like before. Although Xiangling moved here today and rewrites the dead contract, she was not happy, but she had nothing to do with it.

I have visited my parents, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, and Mu Jia. Jia She did not tell him that Fu Shi sent a matchmaker to ask about the marriage. Obviously, the matter has not been done yet. Jia Cong thought he was thirteen years old and had never considered the marriage. When he visited Jia Zheng, Jia Zheng was still reading his writings. As for Mu Jia, he was perfunctory and sent him away, and there was no reward.

When he returned to the yard of the middle road, Qingwen was jokingly excited and said, "Congratulations to Master Juren! Congratulations to Master Juren!"

"Okay, look, you don't look like you are sincerely polite." Jia Cong pulled Qingwen's hand, Qingwen came to snuggle next to her, and Xiangling knelt down to pay homage.

Only then did Jia Cong feel the mood and time to look at Xiangling. Before making a bet in the past, Xue Pan was strict with Xiangling. Look at Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng was cursed by Ma Daopo. It was obvious that Xue Pan was afraid that Jia Zhen and Jia Lian and others would attack Xiangling, so he stepped forward to block her.

Xiangling and Baochai in front of him were the same age as Qingwen, fifteen years old, with a graceful figure and a light red rouge mole on his eyebrows. He has the delicate and graceful appearance of a Suzhou woman, and is not inferior to Qingwen at all. The first place in "The Alternative Book of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling" is not covered. Jia Cong was vaguely remembered Qin Keqing and said in a moment: "Xiangling, get up, Qingwen, where does she live? How to arrange the monthly routine?"

"I will bring her to live on our east wing. According to the monthly calculations of other girls in the West Mansion, half a day, can I get it?" Qingwen felt uncomfortable when she saw Jia Cong lose his mind to Xiangling.

Jia Cong pondered for a while and said that there were only three of them on the east wing. Xiaohong and Qiutong lived in the west wing. Xiaohong was fine. There was one more Xiangling now. Qiutong really couldn't keep it. He was not very relieved to Qingwen. Qingwen was not good to Xiaohong, Zhuer and the like. Big girl and little girl, with clear ranks. Jia Cong said: "I'll check the bills in and out of the backyard, the exchanges in the kitchen, and the comprador's money. I'll check it once every three days. You guys go down."

Xiangling said goodbye to her, and this girl was obviously much more adorable than Qingwen. Qingwen led her to the room: "I am the most shameful person. If you have to do such a thing, you don't have to go back to Mr. Cong, I'm the first to drive you out."

"Sister, don't chase me away. I will be careful to serve you. I dare not do anything. Nothing happened to me when I am with Uncle Xue." Xiangling shook her head anxiously and begged hard.

Qingwen's lips twitched: "Where is your home? How did it be sold?"

"I don't remember."

"How old are you?"

"I don't remember."

Qingwen wanted to ridicule her for a few words and ask these questions, but she thought that her family's background was the same, so she didn't want to make things difficult for the time being.

...

The thirteenth year of Yongle is the longest dream of the Red Chamber. From the 19th to the 53th chapter, it is mostly about Jia Baoyu's trivial matters. During this period, Jia Baoyu was beaten by Jia Zheng for teasing his mother's maid Jin Chuan and wandering actor Jiang Yuhan, and was beaten to death by Jia Zheng. Jia Mu asked to return to Jinling.

Then there is the thirty-six chapters of "Knowing the Partition and Enlightenment of Lixiangyuan", and Jia Baoyu's emotional experience takes a turning point. Then Jia She failed to marry Yuanyang, so he put down his threatening and vicious words.

At the end of the 13th year, Xing Xiuyan and his family entered Beijing. Li Wan and his aunt brought Li Wen, Li Qi to Beijing, Xue Baoqin's room entered Beijing, and the Grand View Garden began to be lively.

However, these have no close relationship with Jia Cong for the time being. The thirteenth year of "Rongguo Mansion Lantern Festival is here to hold a night banquet", the prosperity is just a reflection of the dead. In this way, he has been taking the time to prepare for the exam for several months.

In the 14th year of Yongle, Dingchou, after the Lantern Festival, the lobby of the East Road.

Jia Cong said straight to the point: "Master, Madam, my son thinks there are enough girls in the room. If there are too many people, it will be messy, which will easily cause noisy, which will affect his son's study. Sister Qiutong, can it..."

Jia Lian understood and said jealously: "Brother Cong is a scholar and is sensible. This is a good thing. There is only Ping'er in my room, and Qiutong has no face. Someone in my room is talking about having no children and not taking concubines. Father, see if Qiutong can..."

"Okay, this is not a big deal. Qiu Tong will pass over to Lian'er's room. Cong'er, you can prepare for the exam carefully." Jia She waved her hand to order her two sons to leave, went back to the bedroom, opened the treasure box, took a three-yuan pill and took it under water. Jia She immediately breathed rapidly, her face flushed, and her eyes were staring at Yanhong on the bed, and she roared and rushed forward.

"Master, be gentle, I can't stand it anymore..." Yanhong in the bedroom begged repeatedly, and the master who took the medicine was really fierce.

"Yuanyang! You are waiting! You can't escape!" Jia She sneered, and kept doing the following movements. The Yanhong girl who bought 800 taels of silver was ravaged to death. Last year, Mrs. Xing was asked to make the decision, but she failed to marry Yuanyang. Yuanyang was in charge of the ceremony and found ambitions. Her strong temperament was like Baijinchuan who was forced to jump into the well by Jia Baoyu and Mrs. Wang. She made him look dirty! All the majesty was lost! How could he let go of this hatred easily!

Jia She regarded the bright red under her as a mandarin duck, and was lying on her own.

...

"Brother Cong, I've recorded this favor." Jia Lian patted Jia Cong on the shoulder.

"Brother, don't say these words." Jia Cong was thinking that after Jia Lian took Qiu Tong back, Wang Xifeng had a thorn in his heart, right? Besides, it will be much easier to do things in the future.

Jia Lian wrote down his brother's favor and happily took Qiutong back. Jia Cong felt relieved. He never wanted to spend too much of this kind of life that was hindered everywhere. Therefore, he regarded Ding Chou Hui as a very important person. He just waited for two lists to go out to be an official, cultivate his power, and then he would let enemies such as Wang Xifeng kneel down and beg him!

After leaving the clothes drying place behind the wing room, Qingwen just stepped out of the threshold and chuckled: "Don't come over, you can't see what I've washed."

"Okay, I won't look." Jia Cong went back to the bedroom and waited. After Qingwen finished washing, they each ate and washed up. Xiangling slept in the outer room. Qingwen accompanied him to sleep. Jia Cong suggested, "Why do we wash together?"

"It's so ridiculous, I can't help it." Qingwen shook her head and refused, and her jade hands hooked around Jia Cong's neck. Jia Cong didn't plan to solve her sleeping shoes. The literati liked small feet, not liked the kind of broken limbs, but the ambiguity rendered by literati embellishments. Three-inch golden lotus, Jia Cong did not have that kind of abnormality. He hugged Qingwen's waist, and from smelling the mouth to kiss her chest, the two of them breathed more and more rapidly.

Jia Cong untied her vest skirt: "Hold on, I'm coming."

"Well, it hurts..." Under the dim candlelight, shadows appeared on the curtain against the wall. The two of them hugged each other tightly. Qingwen, underneath, raised her slender feet from her skirt half-exposed and her waist, and the long nails that were raised deeply penetrated Jia Cong's shoulders. Her eyebrows were trembling and half-open and half-closed. Her snow-skinned skin, slender waist, and slender legs made Jia Cong excited in some aspects.

At first, because of pity, it slowly flowed like a trickle. A few minutes later, Jia Cong gasped and said, "Does it still hurt?"

"Don't talk." Qingwen's heart felt hot, her pretty blushing face pressed against her chest, and Jia Cong started to rush like a storm.
Chapter completed!