It was already time to take the lights, and Jia Cong hurried into the wing room and asked Qingwen to take a linen scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub

Could it be that the master or wife died?

"A teacher for one day, a father for life, a teacher, don't talk too much, look for it quickly." Although Jia Cong expected that Qin Ye was about to be a vain person and the deadline was not far away, he could not have thought that he would die so coincidental, and he felt a little emotional and sad for a moment.

Qingwen searched through the boxes and cabinets, and Xiangling and Xiaohong also came to help. Jia Cong went out to receive Qin Zhong in the study. Fei Jiantang was in the inner courtyard, which was the inner study. He felt that it was very inconvenient to entertain guests here. After all, the inner family was in the yard, and it was great for Jia Zheng to set up an outer study.

At this time, things are urgent and I can't care much. Jia Cong said: "Senior Brother Qin, I'll go there with you."

"When I was holding the lights, I was curfewed, I was afraid you would be unlucky..." Qin Zhong was already sixteen years old and was much more mature. There were still tears on his fair face.

"I don't care about any ward spiritual real estate room. I have been in the sixth year of medical examination and many teachers. But the only one who can really learn is Mr. Qin. Unfortunately, I am in charge of the official position and cannot be filial to you for three years..."

Qin Zhong burst into tears and couldn't speak in his voice. Jia Cong originally wanted to ask him whether to find a temple to stop the spirit or to support the coffin to return home. Seeing him like this, it was hard to ask. Yingchun brought two more pieces of satin in, and it was to see his younger brother. He was going to leave home tomorrow. When they heard strange male voices outside the study, they didn't go in. As soon as they came out, Qin Zhong was stunned for a while when he looked at the daughter of a daughter. Yingchun was born with a soft and gentle feeling, her cheeks were condensed and her nose was greasy. This kind of beauty was really a good person to propose marriage. But when she saw a man from another surname, she first glanced from afar. Qin Zhong's handsomeness was even better than Baoyu. She couldn't help but take a look, and then she quickly turned around and entered the main hall.

Jia Cong pretended not to see it. When he put on his mourning clothes, Baochai also found out. She was cutting branches and leaves and arranged flowers. She just said she would go early and go back early, so the two rode out on horseback.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. It's too late for you to send an obituary to come. Only a few colleagues have paid tribute to memorial service. I'll kowtow tonight... Are you busy with the funeral?"

"I have my sister and Mr. Qin, one is in charge of the inner and the other is in charge of the outer. It's generally okay. I want to help the spirits and go south and return to my roots. After all, I have no chance of the imperial examination for three years..."

After traveling for a while, Qin Zhong's face looked better, and Jia Cong was helpless about this. Although the nominal three-year filial piety period actually only took twenty-seven months, it was certain that it would delay Qin Zhong's scientific examination and could not resist, so he could only compromise. He asked, "Senior Sister Qin is not engaged?"

"No, the matchmaker has been here a few times, but it's not up to her liking. Maybe she had no intention of remarrying, so she didn't make a reservation..."

Jia Cong was silent all the way to the Qin Mansion, and hung white paper lanterns from the door to the main bedroom. Mingjing banners and other items had not been purchased yet. There were only Qin Tong, Ruizhu, Baozhu and others at home. After entering the hall, Qin Zhong said embarrassedly: "Junior brother, my two distant aunts are in the living room. My father was seriously ill a few days ago. My sister was still crying. You go there first..."

Looking up slightly, the night in the capital was vast, and you could see the second month of Chaoyang Gate in a blur, like a hook, placed flat on the treetops. Jia Cong remembered that the last time he experienced the funeral was Lin Ruhai in Yangzhou.

In the main bedroom, there was only an incense table and the coffin was surrounded by white cloth. It was said that the girl should be pretty and was filial. Qin Keqing was kneeling in front of the desk to burn paper, wearing plain white, silverware, and her waist was also circled with white belts. Just looking at her back, she was a beauty.

Yu Guang saw someone coming in to burn incense on the right side. At first, he thought it was Qin Zhong, but he didn't pay much attention. He saw the man kneeling down and kowtowed three times. When he raised his face, Qin Keqing's hand suddenly stopped by the basin and was stunned for a moment: "It's the junior brother who is here."

Her tone was a little cold and cold, which was different from her usual approachable attitude. Jia Cong also thought that it was just because she was sad about her adoptive father's death: "The senior sister was sad, and birth, old age, sickness and death were common. In the past, Zhuangzi lost his wife and played the piano and had a great joy. Teacher Qin was detached from the Western Paradise. His daughter was peaceful and his descendants were in power. He would be able to sleep underground forever."

Qin Keqing lowered his head and continued to burn paper without saying a word. Ruizhu came outside the door to invite him out for tea. The girl was also resentful, as if Jia Cong had a grudge with him. Jia Cong said embarrassedly as he walked, "Ruizhu, I didn't offend you, right?"

"Oh, don't say this, who dares to offend the famous three provincial inspectors? The inspector has finished drinking tea and leave quickly. After all, it's bad luck here, maybe your wife is anxious." Baozhu handed over the tea and drove the people away. However, Ruizhu didn't say anything and gave a wink. Qin Keqing came out of the main bedroom to the ear room, and the two girls left.

Jia Cong Meow Meow in the living room. He remembered that in the original work, two distant aunts from the Qin family came to take over the property. That was because all three of the Qin family died. Qin Zhong was still there at this time, and Qin Keqing was also a smart person. With him, the top scholar apprentice, there should be no problems.

He just pretended that he couldn't hear the girl rushing people, and he went into the ear room with a thick face and sat down. Qin Keqing didn't even give him tea. Jia Cong thought about it carefully for a long time and said quietly: "That... senior sister is angry with me?"

"I dare not." Qin Keqing said concisely and bit her lip: "What's wrong with you?"

Jia Cong said frankly: "I also thought about staying with my senior sister... or being with you, but later I felt that this was impossible, and I didn't know..."

"Stop talking..." Qin Keqing stretched out his finger to block it, tears streaming like a spring: "How can you blame you? I don't blame you. This is all my life. I originally thought that we will be better off like this, be more alienated from each other, and do not implicate you or me, but you just want to say it... The junior brother is the one who came here after reading the Book of Sages..."

Jia Cong felt a little painful, but he returned to calm: "Yes, the biggest person in the world is not the emperor, but Confucius..."

"Let's talk about those things, I will go to see you when I go back to the south..." Before Jia Cong finished speaking, he felt that the warm and soft jade was in his arms. Qin Keqing was younger than Wang Xifeng. If he was still young in those years, he was now mature. Even if he didn't apply makeup when wearing mourning clothes, it would still be fragrant, and his graceful waist was even more fascinating.

The moonlight moved slightly, and the two of them kissed each other at some point. Jia Cong pulled away the mourning clothes on Qin Keqing's right shoulder, revealing a piece of snow-white fragrant shoulder and a faint strapless breast. It took Qin Keqing a long time to push him away and tidied up his dress in panic, "Junior brother, it's not possible now... The schedule is important, you go back quickly."

Jia Cong licked his mouth with savory taste, and understood what could not happen tonight. He said a few words before saying goodbye. Qin Keqing had to let go of his heart, let alone how happy he was. Jia Cong rushed back to Xicheng, and it was a little late.
Chapter completed!