As night falls, there is no moon, and the starlight is like gems and pearls embedded in the blue sky. The night wind blows gently on the pond outside the hall, and the lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate dispel the darkness.

The coldness and bleakness are still unavailable for a long time. There are two festivals in the Red Mansion, each representing a turning point. One is the Lantern Festival, the Yuan Concubine visits her relatives, flowers are blooming and cooking oil in a fire. The second is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a few months ago, when Jia Zheng was in a foreign position, Feng Jie was sick, and the family affairs were complicated. Jia Mu felt the loneliness and couldn't help but cry.

When Jia She and Jia Zheng said goodbye to each other and returned to their room to enjoy themselves. The younger generation also talked about their own things. Jia Lan left the seat and came to Jia Cong toast and talked about some cultural arts. He is now thirteen or fourteen years old, but he is relatively strong. Jia Lan often practices bowing, horse riding and shooting deer in the Grand View Garden. For this reason, Jia Baoyu shook his head when he saw this.

"Uncle Cong must come to Daoxiang Village often. If he often runs into your room, his nephew is no longer a child..." Jia Lan's eyes turned, as if he knew that Uncle Cong had three wives and concubines in his room, so he had to avoid suspicion.

Jia Cong hesitated and said, "Go to your side and you have to go there with you. If you want to avoid suspicion, I have to avoid suspicion."

Jia Lan was speechless. Her mother was a widow. As the saying goes, there were many troubles in front of the widow, which made Jia Lan feel very uncomfortable. If his father was alive, he would probably not be like this. Jia Cong said: "Your grandfather had ordered a poor student, so you can ask him for advice."

Jia Lan shook her head like a rattle.

Obviously, Jia Zheng was inconvenient to deal with or blame the tribe members of other houses, such as Jia Lian, Jia Cong, Jia Qiang, etc., but the sternness towards Jia Baoyu, Jia Huan, and grandson Jia Lan was actually a disguised sternness. Even though Jia Zheng's mood changed drastically at this time, his remaining power was still there. Jia Lan had almost no communication with his grandfather. When he had communication, he was ordered to write poems.

"Then when you ask me, ask the servant to inform me and the uncle and nephew will go there together. I will take you to the bookstore to Chuanchuan when you have time." Jia Cong didn't mind bringing this nephew.

Jia Lan nodded with satisfaction and looked at Jia Cong with admiration. Jia Cong looked at Li Wen and Li Qi on the side of the room, both of whom were well-documented ladies. He suddenly thought of the marriage of interests. Zhang Maocai and Sima Feijian were not married. The so-called marriage of orders was only aimed at some people. Jia Cong's marriage of orders was because he was the top scholar and other Jinshi did not have this honor. Thinking about it, he rejected it, and marriage of interests may not be reliable.

Let’s take a look at Sanchun who chats for a while, and listen to Yanhong’s storytelling. What should I do if Sanchun’s marriage is happening?

Not to mention Xichun, Yingchun Tanchun is older than him. Before the possibility of waiting until he was seventeen or eighteen years old, their parents would make arrangements and they would never miss getting married.

These things seem to be in close contact with him, but he was relieved that they could have a good result, especially Yingchun, who didn't know if Sun Shaozu died.

While thinking about this, Jia Qiang brought a pot to pour wine for him: "In the past, Brother Qin came to ask me to do the work for him, and his nephew was also embarrassed. Since he took on the burden of the patriarch, he didn't want to be criticized. He arranged for him to go to Shuiyue Temple. The rumors were very bad..."

Jia Qin is also a member of the Jia family of Cao, and is also a member of the family. When he goes to Shuiyue Temple, he has a scandal with the nun. It is said that he often drinks and sleeps together. Shuiyue Temple and Tiekan Temple are both Jia family temples, which are harmful to the reputation of the Jia family.

This is the original plot of the Red Mansion. Jia Zhen even scolded him for this. Jia Cong said a little dissatisfied: "This is not OK. Whenever there is something, I will ask me to wipe your butt. If I do everything for you, what prestige do you have? You can do it yourself."

Regarding the Jia family, Jia Cong's view is that if he does not clean up and rectify it, the Jia clan has to lose face and the inside, which is also the reason why he has to be strong.

The economic foundation determines the superstructure, and Jia Cong's income is handed over to Jia Qiang, and Jia Qiang himself can also divide the monthly rules from it, so this trapped Jia Qiang. Jia Qiang responded, and Jia Cong asked again: "Are you married? If you don't get married, you are afraid that your tribe members will say you are unstable."

"You will decide your life in a few days."

"Can I have a regular ward?"

"It was originally a musician, but the old concubine was pardoned as soon as she died. It's OK."

Jia Cong nodded. He didn't want to interfere in everything, and he had to put it wherever he should be placed. If the Jia family was cut by the grandfather, it would not only reduce financial expenses, but also reduce a lot of trouble and quarrels. But for the entire clan, Jia Cong could not be flawless, and he would try his best to bear some flaws in the officialdom.

"This time, the house will be quieter, unlike the wives and grandmothers in front of me. When they entered the palace to guard the filial piety, no one cared about it. Aunt Zhao and some mother-in-law were making a fuss." Yuanyang secretly glanced at Jia Cong: "I just tried to hide it from it as much as possible. The old lady is getting older and her mind is not as flexible as before, so she dares not go back."

"You are the right thing to do." Ping'er and she were in the corner and whispered: "Originally, Grandma Zhu is a living Bodhisattva. She gives in no matter good or bad things, so that she doesn't want people to talk about her, an orphan and widowed mother. Grandma Cong's grandma does it well, but some things are not enough, and Grandma Cong is also calm. Our grandma said she 'don't do her own business and doesn't speak, and she shook her head and didn't know when she asked.' When she was not married, she immediately moved out to avoid suspicion when she heard that someone in the garden stole things. The corner gates of Hengwuyuan were closed to eliminate suspicion. At this time, everyone was protecting themselves. Grandma Cong was smart, but without the courage of Cong, the couple could work together to cut off gold."

"If you want to be brave, the third girl has it, but unfortunately she is a daughter's house." Yuanyang sighed softly: "It's not a long-term solution for the old lady to say this. Now Grandma Cong is in charge of the family and will have to go back to the big house to separate the family in the future. When will you meet your grandma... I will be at peace?"

Ping'er stopped talking. Not only did Yuanyang suffer her pain, but if Jia Mu died, Yuanyang would not escape Jia She's murderous move, and she would have to die. The fool could see that she herself was caught between Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian's concubine. She has suffered a lot in the past four or five years. When the couple fought, she was the first to suffer. Jia Lian was also fond of the old and old, and her future was as slim as the starry sky outside the screen.

In the end, I think about it, who will be for the rest of my life?

Bang bang bang!

Crack! Crack!

The firecrackers and fireworks were set off, illuminating the worries of the two girls, the old and smiling face of Mu Jia, Lin Daiyu's happy face, and Sanchun's face.

When Jia Cong looked back, he found that Jia Huan, Jia Lan, and Jia Qiang had already left. The table was empty. He poured a glass of wine, drank it on his back, and said to himself: "Those who are affectionate are close to each other, those who are ruthless are close to each other."

He quietly left the flower hall. At this time, Jia Cong found that he was very lonely. The vast fireworks and the universe no longer existed. Perhaps this road was lonely at the beginning.

Qingwen was ordered to distribute money to the mother under the tree. When she saw him, she rubbed her hands and said, "I'm so cold."

Jia Cong looked at her. Qingwen, wearing a big red vest, was pretty and shining. He held Qingwen's hand and said, "Come here, I'll warm you up."

Qingwen just laughed, and Jia Cong thought, "Maybe only Qingwen has never fought for it. It's better to have such a girl."
Chapter completed!