On the evening of that day, the manuscript of the poems of Sanchun Daiyu Baochai was passed by their respective girls. Jia Cong read it briefly, which is generally the same as the Red Mansion I saw. Naturally, it also includes Lin Daiyu's poem "The Song of Burial Flowers", which chants of begonia, chrysanthemums, and crabs. These poems are on the table and should be sold for publication. For Grandmother Jia, it can only be said to be privately engraved. Jia Baoyu's works have not been written, so it is not known that they think they are not good, or they don't want Jia Cong to help.

In theory, Lin Daiyu would not take out all the poetry collections. Perhaps Jia Cong promised to just engrave it privately, which made her feel relieved. Another experience of going south together two years ago was probably a person with some friendship.

"Let's do it for now." Jia Cong put a bunch of bamboo paper on the table. The weather was cold at night. The gloomy and dark vines could tell a contour. In addition, it was the dark wall. The candles on the candlesticks were swaying at any time due to the window wind, like seedlings falling down the wind.

The table was filled with Shiwen books, and the bamboo paper she practiced was glued with paste, and the size was high, and there were also bookcases. Then there were two large trash candles. Jia Cong blew out the candlelight, closed it with a lampshade, and walked across the east wing. Qingwen packed things in the inner room, raised her long sleeves, Xiangling fed water in, and half-squatted down to wash her master's feet. Jia Cong squatted down in the outer ring chair: "I'll do it myself, just fetch water and pour water."

"Is Xiangling still good to serve you?" Qingwen in the middle didn't look back. Jia Cong could only see her back with her hair tied up, a big red vest and a green long skirt, and she hooked her head forward, holding a pair of scissors in her right hand to stretch it out, as if she was picking up the needle and thread of a double-layer cotton jacket. She said, "Do you think the exam is troublesome? I finally sew one piece and then I have to remove the thread."

"Didn't you say Xiangling and me, Xiaohong and you, it's better." Jia Cong rubbed his feet and thought: "Don't you want a girl in the future?"

"How can this be said accurately? Tonglian is a girl. There shouldn't be a girl serving her. The aunt is the legitimate half of the master. She is not a member of the media and six recruits, but also a sedan chair. She carried it in with a big red and happy word. I'm afraid I won't have that blessing." Qingwen said.

Xiangling just listened blankly, Jia Cong didn't answer Qingwen's words, changed into wooden clogs, and asked Xiangling: "I'll do it. You finished the provincial examination last year. From September to February this year, there are a lot of time. How many monthly procedures have you received in total?"

Xiangling lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head. She was embarrassed, so she just used the manual movement of her skirt to calculate. After a while, she said: "There are 2,500 copper coins in total, and there is still one or two silver coins. The food and clothing are from the mansion. I have no family, so there is no place to put the money..."

"Qingwen, you don't care about her money? Who gave her clothes?" Jia Cong asked.

Qingwen's laughter was slightly cold: "Why should I help her? I blame me for the lack of it. When I came, I brought my luggage. The eldest wife gave me half of the arm, and the ones I wore later were mine."

Jia Cong shook his head: "You really don't remember your family?"

Xiangling also shook her head.

When a human trafficker sees human tricks, he naturally has to choose someone when he is young, and he doesn't remember very much, just to prevent her from trying to go home if she is sensible. Second, if the person she brings is the daughter of a wealthy family, she must escape to another place and train in private. In this way, she can't remember anything when she grows up. She only remembers what the human trafficker taught her. Even if she remembers her childhood, it is very vague and destined to be bought at a high price. Xiangling was brought from Suzhou to Jinling. The fate of many girls and fireworks women is similar to Xiangling. The reality is always full of surprises. The original white, rich and beautiful beauty became a slave a few years later. In history, Liu Rushi had this fate when she was a child.

"Then get one from me. Except for East Road, Garden, and Garden, we are all under the care of Grandma Zhu. However, we belong to the big room and are dispatched by the eldest wife. You don't have to be afraid of anyone arresting you, so just use it yourself. Didn't Qingwen like to use it to bet before? If the matter is over, someone in the garden will invite you, you can go too." Jia Cong sent Xiangling and entered the inner room.

Qingwen looked at the lights in Xiaohong's room and quietly pulled his sleeve: "Don't Master Yun often come to see Xiaohong? What do you say?"

"After this year, the girl always has a place to go. I can't make the decision now. Her mother is the goddaughter of Sister Lian, and she is the eldest wife. I can't quit easily, right? Even if I have to quit, I have to wait to take the palace exam before I can say... "

Qingwen looked at him carefully for a while. Jia Cong had already stepped on the bed. She sat in front of the bed and took off her earrings in front of the mirror: "I know it's hard for you, and I dare not force you. What if I become an official, will I be in Beijing or in another province?"

"Let's talk about it then." Jia Cong reminded: "You wiped the rouge."

Qingwen was funny. She knew what he was thinking. She had washed it in advance and took off her shoes and went to bed. Jia Cong said, "You sleep inside, don't turn off the lights."

According to the rules, the girl could not cross the master's body, but Qingwen didn't care. She wore a middle-clothing and long trousers, and walked into the quilt inside to lie down, only caring about the light: "If you see a shadow from the window, you will be seen."

"What are you afraid of? They have never seen each other." Since Jia Cong and Qingwen both took off their bodies as boys this year, they have not come every night. Most of them are thinking about each other's youth and have stopped trying it out easily. Tonight, I think I'll have to wait for eight or nine days tomorrow. It's better to have a happy game in advance.

"Don't be anxious, I'll rub your body." Qingwen wanted to pinch from behind, and Jia Cong came to the front only to touch her. Qingwen was so impatient that she simply closed her eyes and lay down: "It turns out that you are working hard and serve you well, who would have thought you were not serious."

"I'm warming up for you, right?" Jia Cong pressed onto the pretty maid and began to slowly enjoy the wonderful taste.

Qingwen has a beautiful figure and pretty face. There is a curved snow clam in the secret realm, and it is twisted and long, but she does not last long. Whenever Jia Cong lifts her legs to cultivate, she even begs for mercy. She can't hold on for long, and there is no place to put her hands. Jia Cong has to wait for her to breathe a few times before she can enjoy her whole life. Fortunately, her two buds are already showing signs of spectacularity. Qingwen likes to wear heavy makeup, so her body is fragrant. Jia Cong kneads and kisses a few times and can easily arouse her reaction.

At this time, Jia Cong discovered that her ears also had this function.

At this time, Qingwen seemed to be paralyzed, her face was sweating, her legs were hanging down from his back weakly, and she snuggled in her arms, falling asleep.

Jia Cong looked at the smile on her lips, and was stunned for a while. When his body and mind were both relaxed, he couldn't help but consider whether he would follow his parents' arrangements or discuss together?

I never thought about it before today that I was not strong or confident enough. If I passed the Jinshi, everything would be easy to talk about. If I failed, wouldn’t it be a joke and wouldn’t it be a way to control my life.

However, before becoming an official, there is probably a great possibility of marrying a wife, cultivating Qi and governing the country, before governing the country, such as Wang Siren and Wu Weiye, who passed the imperial examination, were very young. The emperor said that they would first start a family and then become officials, so-called "to get married according to the order."

Cultivating uniform and governing peace is a requirement of Confucianism, and it is also the outlook on life and values ​​of scholars and officials. Cultivating oneself and family is the basis for governing the country and pacifying the world. If he wants to be an official who has not been married, he may not be able to become a married person for long.
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