The next day, Jia Cong woke up and saw that he was healthy and had nothing to do. Fortunately, the people from the big room went to call the imperial physician to prescribe a lot of tonic and heat-relieving agents. Chen Sheng had greeted Jia Mu, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Xing, and Mrs. Wang, and they all had their own changes. Jia Cong couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Back in the bedroom of Dongqianyuan, Qingwen and Xiangling were red and blue, dazzling. Qingwen held the Sijunzi Decoction of the replenishing prescription, and her eyebrows were dancing: "The imperial physician said that Sijunzi Decoction replenishes qi and blood, is peaceful in nature, is nourishing qi and strengthening the spleen, and you can maintain your filial piety after taking it."

Jia Cong hugged him left and right, enjoying the soup of beautiful concubine feeding him: "Not bad, not bad, this medicine is not bad!"

Qingwen feeds her a bite, Xiangling feeds her a bite of a soup with a heat-relieving prescription, which is a plate and eye-catching. She knows it like a few things: "That's, the four medicines of Sijunzi Decoction are ginseng, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, and licorice. They are soups, just take them as sugar."

Jia Cong was secretly ashamed. Eating ginseng as candy every day is really a waste of life!

Xiangling said again: "The imperial doctor will not make a mistake. It is the summer day. When you come back from running around, you also have the sign of heatstroke, so you added three things to the fragrant sausage. This is not difficult to eat, but it is made of fragrant sausage, lentils, and dried ginger. Is it fragrant?"

He can eat medicine as appetizing candies, and it was prescribed by the Imperial Hospital, the highest medical institution in ancient times. It is so luxurious and corrupt that he enjoys life. Of course, Jia Cong even took medicine to enjoy it.

What the powerful and powerful take is not medicine, but style.

However, Jia Cong was not in Xiangling's boring statement. He occasionally kneaded the waists of the two beautiful concubines with his hands, looked at their raised Goddess Witch Peak, standing proudly and unable to wrap it up, which was spectacular. Jia Cong shook his head and said, "There is no Xiangling from my family."

Qingwen spat and cursed, put down the medicine and ran away, but Xiangling continued to feed the medicine respectfully without being embarrassed. She was very gentle. Jia Cong was overjoyed and the fire gradually came. Suddenly, Qingwen turned back, and Xue Baochai, who was covered in white, also came in, shook her head and sighed, "We should share the house in time, so don't let people see the female family approaching you, otherwise there would be no Dingyou look, how could the big thing end?"

Jia Cong was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling listless. Yes, during the mourning period, he could not get involved in women!

"I'll go to the damn Ding You to keep mourning! Who invented this?" Jia Cong roared in his heart, very dissatisfied. It's true that he has self-control, not every night. He has endured for a few months, but twenty-seven months... How many people can guarantee that no fire will occur for two and a half years? This is not humane at all!

Think about the original plot again. After Jia Jing's death, Jia Zhen and Jia Rong hooked up everywhere. Wang Xifeng had a great ethical trick of dealing with Jia Lian and You Erjie, "The country is filial and filial to stop the wife and remarry." Jia Lian knew that he was in a disadvantage and dared not say anything. To be fair, this regulation is indeed too depressing. Is this... a big opening for men to cheat?

"Of course I understand this clearly and ask someone to free up a clean and concise room. Whether it is to send spirits to the outskirts of the capital or to support spirits back to Jinling, there are still a few days left to say that you must not be careless about filial etiquette." Jia Cong raised his hand and swore it, and immediately became even more filial than his filial son Huang Xiang.

"I asked someone to clean up the rooms at home and Tiekan Temple." Xue Baochai thought of something again and said softly: "But you have to recuperate at home for a few days first. The ritual was over, and it was not too late to go out again. Moreover, it would be rare to come back for a few days in a few years."

"Thank you for your hard work." Jia Cong took out a few private goods from his small vault, all of which were imported imported products, including three carefully sewn Nanyang spice purses such as pepper, as well as imported ivory items, glass mirrors, and gems.

Xue Baochai, who is an imperial merchant, knew that these things were not cheap, but have they never seen the luxury of the four major families in the past few years, such as red quilts and ivory beds? She didn't even feel so surprised in her subconsciously, because of her habits.

Jia Congzheng was a little disappointed, but Qingwen and Xiangling couldn't let go of playing with the small glass mirror. The two concubines were full of joy and chattered away, leaving time for the princess and mother. Jia Cong said depressedly: "Actually, spices are not cheap either, so don't take them for granted."

Xue Baochai never used luxury and vulgar gold and silver jewelry to dress up, but the most exquisite glass mirror made at this time in this time surprised her: "It's much clearer than the bronze mirror, it's like a real person, and there's only one dressing mirror in the garden."

Jia Cong, who was not at all surprised by glass, thought of the worry that Wang Xifeng repeatedly reminded him when Jia Rong borrowed the glass kang screen from Wang Xifeng. It can be seen that it was indeed rare and precious, and he felt a little accomplished.

While his wife was softening, Jia Cong held his beautiful wife and rubbed her ears. From her back to her shoulders, she felt a long-lost softness, elasticity, and a black-painted bun, with only a faint soapy smell and cold fragrance, especially her beautiful face, which was both plain and plain. For the first time in her life, Jia Cong slowly stepped up and down, and only the sound of panting gradually rose in the room.

"No." Suddenly Xue Baochai pushed her husband away, struggled, and after her childhood tutoring made her confused, she chose to abide by etiquette.

Jia Cong smiled and refused to get in. Instead, Xue Baochai felt sorry for her. Her delicate and reunited face was full of guilt: "It's not that I don't keep the etiquette of being a husband at home, but how can my wife take the lead in violating this period of mourning? We are in our youth. If we want to fulfill our family and endure this moment, we will not have time to go through it?"

Her dignity and steadyness were profound enough to her bones, and she didn't speak so hard, but her face turned red after she said it. Jia Cong was so comfortable that she could not say anything. She pulled her jade hand and said, "Okay, I can't bear it, I'm afraid you will work hard."

Xue Baochai spat, and the apology was gone, but another worry suddenly came to her mind: "I am already about twenty years old. It's not a long-term solution for the family to have no children... He said it well, we should try our best to have sex for a long time..."

I was worried about gains and losses and had many contradictions, and I felt undescending and shameful about my own thoughts.

The elders read it in the morning, and the sisters in the garden came in the morning when they heard the news. Li Wan took care of her, and the sisters and Lin Daiyu gathered together, and Jia Baoyu naturally followed. The young couple from the East Cross Courtyard had no more time to work together, and enjoy a small separation and better than a newlywed. For all kinds of constraints, Jia Cong had no dissatisfaction and resentment. Xue Baochai wanted to ask but couldn't ask, and was anxious and apologized.

There were Jia Lian and Jia Qiang outside for socializing, and Jia Cong could not stay with his relatives for too long, and he was busy during the day. He made a simple vegetarian banquet in the main hall. Now, the first eighty plot of the original Red Mansion has passed two or three years earlier. Yingchun and Tanchun have reached the right age for marriage. Seeing that they were getting married, Jia Cong thought: "Jia She is old and has more benefits than disadvantages. Otherwise, if I ask me to wipe his butt every day, Yingchun will be sold sooner or later. However, his death also gave me the torment and difficulty of handing over power for three years."

"Have you read the Western learning books I brought from Shanhai Bookstore?" Jia Cong asked after giving the gift.

"I read it." Xichun replied: "But my paintings are not fast, and those pigments like ochre are not cheap."

Jia Xichun said, feeling a sense of pride that a certain skill that can make money and be valuable, and he has a sense of accomplishment.

Thinking about the paintings in "National Treasure", ancient paintings are really difficult, and the aristocratic things are, Jia Cong said: "You have to pay attention to both artistic creation and commodity development. You don't have to paint too carefully. A painting lasts for two or three years, which is effective. I also want to export these things. The things of you talented women are really useful."

"Export? Who buys it?" Jia Xichun didn't believe it at all: "Can those barbarians understand our things? That's a waste."

"Just wait." Jia Cong didn't explain that Japan is kneeling down and licking China. Will people in the Confucian culture circle not buy good root demand? At the same time, he had a purpose and plan during this period of mourning, preparing for the next game of chess that family can drive the overall situation. This process will completely wipe out the sad atmosphere of the women of the Jia clan.
Chapter completed!