The stupid and domineering dad king, brother-in-law Xue Pan, he spoke seriously himself, and others heard it were all jokes. Jia Cong thought: "The brother-in-law is still a little useful... At least, such a relative is easy to use, and a headless fly rushes around, and maybe a big gap can be made. Reward the benefits of mother and daughter, and for those with a temperament in the dad king, just accept it with righteousness."

Xue Panshen thought that his brother-in-law saved his life, and shook the bamboo fan with his thick palms: "I forgot that the birthdays of Brother Bao and Brother Cong are both in the summer? I have to choose a day to make up for it!"

Jia Zheng was ashamed, rubbed his forehead lightly, sat up, bowed his mother to leave, and thought to himself: "It's not concise, it's not concise!"

The second master Jia Cunzhou only sees one surface in everything, and has never had a good way to educate his younger generations. He has never personally educated him. When he was young, Jia Mu said "a greedy cat" and was once romantic and elegant, not very picky in food.

He thought deeply again: "Fortunately, although Baoyu accomplished nothing, he was not as good as Xue Panlan. In this way, well... Although Cong'er is a concubine's son, he cannot abandon the overall situation of the clan and the family's benefits."

If Master Zheng was really clear that Jia Cong's romantic affairs had surpassed him, I don't know what he would feel, but even if he knew, he would be autistic and audio-visual. How could he ask about the dirty and messy things between Rongning and Ning mansions a few years ago? He would not smell the stench in the abalone store for a long time.

"I have a big birthday on my sixteenth birthday," said Jia Baoyu.

Jia Cong said: "No need, let's talk about it in three years."

"The banquet was a little over, but the agreement was established, and the taboos and rules gradually relaxed. There was no need to stick to some of them, just be able to get through them." Jia Mu touched Zhaojun's face-tight gem, sat for a while, and was confused when she was old, and didn't know what she thought of.

Yuanyang came to help her, and she pushed her hands and said, "Baochai Ping'er will take me back, please help me with some."

The ladies and grandmothers and concubines each have their own thoughts and their own duties. There is no one in the music hall, and the storyteller will disperse quickly.

Jia Cong was still alive and had not left, so he called the boatwoman downstairs to drive the boat here. Miaoyu wanted to return to the Qingqing Temple. Jia Yingchun pulled her: "We will also go to the boat for two games."

"Then let's have a good talk." Jia Cong took the lead on the three Wulang boats. The three Wulang boats were small. The man climbed onto the deck and swung for a while, blowing up the duckweed from Zilingzhou. The two boat ladies rode the oars and rowed. Li Wan led all the sisters-in-law and followed behind.

The little girls were randomly ordered to clean up cups, plates, bowls, chopsticks, Qingwen, Xiangling, Ying'er, Zijuan, Cuilu, etc., and ordered the boatwoman and mandarin duck to be fine at least. They arrived late. They rowed three or five small boats in front, back and left and right of the city, and white strips were floating.

Even if you can't talk with your wives and concubines openly, it's okay to talk. After all, Xiao must stay together. Qingwen supports the boat girl and rows by herself. Yingchun Miaoyu really plays chess inside. The fragrance is on the side. At the moment, the fish swims in the shallow bottom, the lotus roots are fragrant, and the moist air is coming. The north side of the brocade tower is far away. The southern flower squats on the side of the boat, and the people and birds are relatively worried: "Money, power, color, is really good."

No matter how indifferent the hidden feelings and elegant beauties are, they all need money and power to protect them. Jia Cong, who understands this truth very well, instantly suppresses the inappropriate hypocrisy and sadness. His thoughts are as heavy as the scenery in front of him, and he is worried about the fall of documents. His three years of filial piety, and his internal and external complexity passes through his mind and thinks of one countermeasure after another until Xiangling comes out of the boat hut: "Girls say, you should write a general outline."

"What general outline?"

"There are also foreign myths published in the boudoir office. They unified the business names of Shanhai Alliance, and should also unify the general outline as the central rule." Xiangling helped his lord down and said with a smile, "The beauty is natural, and the smile is as beautiful as the Qin family."

Jia Cong was not as good as missing Qin Keqing's gracefulness, so he walked under the boat cloak. Jia Tanchun said, "Didn't the ceremonies coming in from outside attack and question you? You have to reject them!"

"Well, the proposal is good. It is worthy of being the initiator of Yahui Dongshan, Xiongcai Lotus Society, and Haitang Poetry Society." Jia Cong sat down and said, "I think about it."

Jia Tanchun smiled and was happy. The beautiful meeting was Dongshan. She used Xie An, Xie Lingyun and Tao Yuanming's allusion to start the Begonia Club. Qiu Shuang's layman's banana is her name, which proves that they still have a little bit of a sibling relationship between the house, although it is thin.

Jia Cong couldn't help but touch his back, and in fact he felt a cold sweat. The general outline of this topic was very difficult, but the girls thought well. As the leader of the alliance, he had indeed gathered people's hearts and gained reputation all the time. Fame is profit, not just to show off his skills, but it was necessary.

Jin Yuanyang Shenguang admired Shi Xiangyun and Xue Baoqin focused on peeking around. The two of the same-sex men were energetic. Jia Cong thought repeatedly: "It's ridiculous. For more than ten years in another world, I have been fighting in the battles in the south and north. Am I still afraid of that little paperwork?"

"Who are you the most skilled piano skills?" Jia Cong thought about his memory, and soon wrote a draft of the belly. He had a sudden idea: "I have an article. If I can play it with a seven-stringed lyre, it would be best."

Lin Daiyu waved her jade hand: "I have been studying for a while, and my hands hurt a lot. As the saying goes, if you don't play for three days, your hands will have thorns. If you play with it, it will be difficult to get mesmerized."

"Yes." Jia Yingchun approached his brother: "You must be good at piano skills. You have to play for one or two hours every day, and your hands can hurt. Besides, the drum music is inappropriate at this time, so it is better to write it out and ask outsiders to play it."

"What are you afraid of?" Jia Baoyu said: "When you are happy, you should have a drum and music."

The four springs of the Jia family were all good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the big girl also distinguished this. Jia Cong thought that the most exquisite one was Yuanchun in the palace. He wrote while listening and splashing ink. Miaoyu said, "You write down the word "reduce" and I can try it."

Everyone said Miaoyu was suitable. When compiling the piano music, those who understand the piano principles could see the essence. Jia Cong was secretly helpless. He could only listen to the string tunes, but he couldn't play them himself. How to write the score? Fortunately, Miaoyu's whole audience was the best, so he felt that Miaoyu was really useful, so he told her while writing about the seven-tone sounds in his lyrics.

"Where do the seventh tone of the Guqin thirteen emblems come from?" Miaoyu joked on the spot: "Well, what you said may be the thunderscaling non-shot rhythm, I'll just help you make a score."

"Yes, three points of gain or loss, twelve halftones, Huang Zhong Da Lu, no Shooting Yi Ze." Lin Daiyu continued.

"Yes, the scorched tail is dry and the phoenix tail is the Heshan Mountain, the dragon pond is the geese foot, and there are good pianos and good lyrics, so you are not afraid of not having a good score."

Jia Cong was secretly ashamed, no one was laughing at, and the ladies of the daughters were only half aware of it. No matter which subject, proficiency was time-consuming and labor-intensive. He only sighed that Miaoyu helped many people in the mansion, and was always cold and arrogant, and was so kind to Jia Cong.
Chapter completed!