Yuanyang is tall, with an oval face, with a thin shoulder and a thin waist, just like Ping'er, belongs to the best category of girls in Xifu. "I came here to pass on a message. Mr. Lai has already passed it to Brother Qiang. He passed the exam on a certain month and a certain day of a certain year, month and day, and needs to be recorded carefully. When he became famous in one fell swoop, he might even come to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors. This is the first time I have seen him in the past few decades. When the great master of the East Mansion was released, he had no blessing to see him..."

"Old lady..." Yuanyang was embarrassed to say that the old lady didn't like you, so she didn't appreciate you, so she said, "Although my needlework is not as good as Qingwen, I have made two sets. It's our girl's intention, made of satin and gave it to Xiangling and the others."

"Thank you, thank you."

Ping'er said gently: "I can't make any moves, so I will give you two pairs of silver bracelets."

Jia Cong saw that Yuanyang was not very interested, probably because he was Jia She's son, but Jia She was Jia She and Jia Cong was Jia Cong. Yuanyang has always been fair in his actions. Ping'er needs to be said, he is even a good man and kind-hearted. Jia Cong accepted the girl and said, "It's not easy for sisters to come here once. I'll treat you, so everyone can have a crab banquet."

Yuanyang said funny: "I'm afraid I'll delay your serious matters."

The serious matter has long been delayed, and the elders have not been seen. The princess and mother, Ping'er is also relaxed: "What are you afraid of? I want him, a little rich man to treat you. Although Mr. Cong is the same monthly routine, he must have money when he is out for books. After becoming an official, he will be in the Qing magistrate for three years, and he will have 100,000 silver silver in snowflakes, not to mention... Are you going to manage the kitchen outside?"

"Yes." Jia Cong went out and gave orders.

Yuanyang said to Ping'er: "I was going to leave, but you didn't see what he did just now? Why are you embarrassed?"

Ping'er held Yuanyang's shoulders and said, "Why are you embarrassed? You are such a big girl, hurry up and get married. Second Master Lian often does this during the day, asking Feng'er to guard the door, and Grandma Lian and I are inside. Even so, when the person who talks back and forth, he doesn't know what's going on when he sees this attitude? This is his own family, why do he do whatever he wants, can outsiders control it? Besides, there are no grandchildren in the big house, and there are Lan Ge'er in the second house. Mr. Cong is a good idea to make plans for his offspring?"

Yuanyang looked at Ping'er in surprise and said this, pinching her and said, "It will be different if you really have sex, and you won't know if you are shy."

He was curious again and asked with a blushing face: "Is it painful to do that?"

"Hi..." Ping'er smiled and said in a narrow voice: "Tomorrow, you will go back to the old lady and want to get married. There is a custom in the mansion. When you are old, you have to be a servant or a girl. You either have a master or a parents. If you have such a good foundation, you can go back to the old lady and marry Mr. Cong as your aunt, you will know if it hurts. Maybe you will be able to eat the marrow and be a taste..."

"You...you...you...you're so ma'am!" Yuanyang stomped his feet and suddenly remembered Xiren when Jia Sheqiang married her. None of them really thought about her. They said they would marry Mr. Bao, Mr. Lian, and now Mr. Cong. The indifference of human relationships is always reflected at critical moments. They can't take care of themselves. How can the girl have a day to turn around except being a concubine?

Everyone knows how Jin Chuan'er died.

But Aunt Zhao, who became a concubine, made a big fuss because she would not die because she had children.

Not to mention that her best friend has a weak relationship, even her brother Jin Wenxiang and sister-in-law want her to marry Jia She. As Yuanyang said, if she gained power, they will rely on her power and will not gain power. Who cares about her life or death? No wonder Yuanyang cursed her for the first time in front of her sister-in-law: Put your mouth in your mouth!

Poverty limits the imagination of poor people. There are so many things in this way. Real feelings? No! In the era of equality, feelings are not so pure.

Even modern times, we need to be a good match. We only look at the material conditions for marriage. There are also female doctors who offer 10 million yuan. Men value women’s beauty and figure, while women value money. They just see through it and don’t say it out loud. Pure feelings are not.

Take Lin Daiyu as an example. If Jia Baoyu was a poor household, would she look at him directly? No, absolutely no, she is not in the same circle at all.

But Yuanyang has already vowed not to marry.

...

"Crabs are not low, but I like the banquet." Qingwen opened the locker: "Will the money be my share or Xiangling?"

In order to avoid the girl being jealous, Jia Cong kept his own private money and Xiaohong recorded the expenses for entry and exit. He checked them regularly. In this way, Qingwen could not completely control Xiangling's food, and he also asked Lin Hongyu to ask about the situation in the kitchen outside. Fortunately, Qingwen disdained to form cliques.

This is how You Erjie forced Wang Xifeng to death step by step.

"First support your share." Jia Cong said. Lin Hongyu came in and recorded the account, took it to steam it in the kitchen, and came back and said, "A total of twenty taels of silver."

Twenty taels of silver are not low, but Jia Cong only holds such banquets occasionally, and does not eat and drink a lot every day. Xiangling comes in and dares not look at Jia Cong directly. Qingwen takes her to carry it.

Just in the wing room, the women used dominoes and drew flower tags. Later, Wen Xun and the others from the Grand View Garden also came over and had a quarrel for half a day before they finished.

...

In the evening, Jia Cong wrote several strategies and sat on the edge of the bed. Qingwen leaned her back on his knee and lay on her side. The needle was passing through a belt. Jia Cong said, "I forgot, I should go to Qin Mansion. Please give me some advice."

"Hasn't the gift from the great master over there to the school? It's late tonight, I'll go tomorrow... Why is Xiangling weird today?" Qingwen is very attached to his arms now. When Jia Cong touched her, she smiled, and the needle stabbed Jia Cong's hand, and a small blood bead emerged: "Ah..."

"It might be fine. The first time you have suffered more blood than this, it's considered a revenge."

"Then I'll kneel down to apologize to you." Qingwen raised her eyebrows, put down her needle and thread, took his fingers and sucked. When Jia Cong looked at her little mouth, her index finger moved, and the heat was broken up during the day was rising: "Do you know there is a kneeling posture?"

Qingwen blanched her eyes, Jia Cong untied her skirt and hugged her back, "This is how you can, you should be less tired..."

"Um……"

...

Xiangling, who was guarding the gate, could only hear the creaking sound, or the sound of gasping and whispering, her face was red and hot, and she wondered: "Is that...is that very fun? Why is he so happy..."

After waiting drowsyly for half an hour, they fetched water in, but they were still talking softly and warmly. They put down the basin and Xiangling looked at the road and went out.

Qingwen looked a little embarrassed and said, "Don't you want to help someone wash it?"

"Don't make things difficult for her, she can't let go." Jia Cong lay on Qingwen with satisfaction, and Qingwen's lips fell to his ear and said, "How long will it take to have a child?"

Jia Cong was very tempted: "You follow my method and you will have it in a few years."
Chapter completed!