He didn't expect that Li Wan was still there at this time. He probably did needlework with Qingwen and studied needlework, etc. The women talked about it. After all, Qingwen's needlework was praised by his ancestors. Jia Cong was not just serious at home. He often played with Qingwen, so he didn't think that he would have such a misunderstanding. Qingwen's little hoof had gone. Baochai originally asked her to stay at home, but looking at the side, there were only them, the man and the widow, and Jia Cong was relieved.

"Uh..." Jia Cong's palm did not quickly take it back, but pressed it down inadvertently, as if reluctant to leave. Then Jia Cong looked like nothing happened, with a smile that made people look like spring breeze: "Sister-in-law Zhu, why don't you come to serve me?"

Li Wan's face was blushing like blood. She could not have thought that Jia Cong was so thick-skinned. God, how could he be so shameless? He avoided talking casually. Fortunately, Li Wan was a veteran. Although her family education was strict and she was obedient after getting married, she could also talk and laugh. After all, outsiders could not see this, and she would not seek death for it. However, the influence of the four virtues from the mistress and the deep-rooted virtues of the woman made her feel ashamed and angry.

She was still standing, her eyes glaring fiercely, Jia Cong coughed dryly, and personally served tea: "Brother, Is it for Lan'er's business?"

Jia Cong used the method of topic shifting. Li Wan, who looks bigger than Wang Xifeng and smaller than Youshi, is indeed beautiful and mature from the inside out. Compared to Wang Xifeng's boldness, Youshi's little woman is not big. Li Wan has a great poetic and literary spirit and is easy-going. However, since Jia Zhu died young, this youthful atmosphere is relatively light, but she looks more dead and ashes.

Unfortunately, Jia Cong thought that if such a beautiful widow was a widow until death, it would be a waste of resources. Li Wan now needs the nourishment of a man.

Jia Cong was halfway through his words. Li Wan's daily life was boring. She served her parents-in-law and elders, brought three sisters-in-law, and taught her son at home. This was the case. The relationship with Jia Cong's room was improved because Jia Cong promoted Jia Lan. She also asked about the reason for this, but the current situation was beyond words.

"It's because of this. I said Lan'er is going to take the exam again this year, so I'll come here to ask..." Li Wan also said something, "Those who don't know are not guilty", and sat back slanted. The atmosphere was very strange. She took a sip of tea and took a sip and put it down.

However, Jia Cong took the teacup she had drunk and drank it himself.

Li Wan's face became redder and redder, this... it was clearly teasing her!

Just as her heart was so chaotic, Qingwen shook her hand in pretty, she just went out and laughed and said, "My master is back..."

Li Wan breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at her chest. The stimulation of being kneaded, which was a feeling that she had not tried for many years. It was like in her heart that she suddenly felt ashamed again, and this shame gained the upper hand. She comforted herself that Jia Cong was just an unintentional act. She was the daughter of the Li family, an official from Jinling. Her father served as the Imperial College Priest, and all the tribe members studied. Those feudal ideas had long been deeply rooted.

But just as Qingwen came to rescue the siege, she suddenly felt that the heel under her skirt had been kicked three times. Bodhi Patriarch knocked Sun Wukong three times, and then Sun Wukong came over in the middle of the night... Li Wan was so angry that she couldn't speak, so she could only stop talking, not looking at Jia Cong, and forced a smile at Qingwen: "I'm leaving."

Qingwen sent her out the door and felt that Grandma Zhu was weird. Why did she change like this all of a sudden?

"Strange." Qingwen returned to the inner room again and sat on Jia Cong's lap: "I see that Grandma Zhu clearly has something to say, or Lan Ge'er, or asked you to see the Li family in Jinling, why did she suddenly stop talking..."

"Maybe she had menopause symptoms in advance..." Jia Cong thought while perfunctorily, thinking to himself that Li Wan's anger did not seem extreme... It's a play... But the difficulty of this game is similar to hell mode. Li Wan's heart window is difficult to open...

However, Jia Cong had a fighting spirit in his heart, and the hell mode was challenging and fulfilling... and it was very exciting.

“What is menopause?”

"I'll tell you later."

I had a 360-degree radio gymnastics with Xue Baochai. Now Jia Cong is overexercising and should not sweat hard, so he has no intention of doing it with Qingwen. Qingwen is also relatively indifferent in this regard. Even if she is open and understands people's affairs, for Qingwen, this kind of thing is irrelevant.

The two were talking a joke, and you beat me up and prepared to go to bed. Qingwen just went to close the door, and Yuanyang called lanterns again and said with a smile: "I'm not the time to come. I originally wanted Mr. Cong to greet my parents..."

Jia Cong only wore a middle-clothed shirt and long trousers. Hearing this, he put on a coat and came out: "Sister Yuanyang is a distinguished guest, Qingwen, bring me another clothes."

After sending the little girl away, Yuanyang sat down, one on the left and one on the right side of the kang, Jia Cong said, "I heard that your parents are both sick?"

"One is deaf, the other is phlegm sick, I left the year before yesterday..." Yuanyang's eyes turned red. When she came to the capital, she had never returned to Jinling.

"My sister is very loyal to the mansion, I will pay attention to it..." Jia Cong patted her chest, responded, and said with an idea: "Sister Yuanyang vowed not to get married in front of the old lady. Now the old lady is so tall. If she wants to find a perfect solution, why not ask the old lady to put you back to Jinling to guard her family? You are young, then..."

At that time, Jia She will die of old age, and there will be no worries between the north and the south. Yuanyang will have no worries. Yuanyang's resistance is entirely based on the old lady. Once the old lady dies, she will be a slave in her family. How can she escape Jia She's ravage and revenge? Now, going to Jinling with her is a perfect solution. Yuanyang is a smart person, so she can naturally understand it.

"This... I'll think about it..." Yuanyang's brow frowned on her face, and it was hard to make a choice. This is a girl with a strong sense of loyalty. Today, the old lady gave her everything. The same is true for men to respect her. Of course, she also has her own style of behavior. At this time, she couldn't turn around. Putting aside, her smile was rippling like ripples: "There is one more thing, I have to thank you."

"What's up?"

"It's just that you share the money and return to the clan, which is a good deed. Otherwise, the second wife and the second master Lian wanted to call me to secretly take out the old lady's things and pawn it. The old lady is not ignorant, but she turns a blind eye. Now that you do this, not only will I not bother, but the old lady is also at ease."

...

It was stipulated that he would leave three days later, and Jia Cong said he would leave on the third day to show his loyalty. Early that morning, Jia Cong got up early, Xue Baochai brought Shi Xiangyun and Xiangling from Hengwuyuan to collect his luggage and say goodbye.

Xue Baochai has now been promoted to the fifth-rank imperial edict, with her hairpin in her hair, her skirt shaking pearls and jade, her rose waistcoat, and her lotus steps. She walked into the main hall early in the morning, just like Yang Yuhuan, who walked out of the Huaqing Pool. Jia Cong nodded secretly. Under his nourishment, Baochai became more and more charming.
Chapter completed!