Jia Lian is in his twenties, with a light fur and a handsome appearance. Of course, the second master Lian is a little unhappy in his heart when his younger brother Jia Cong rises and the conflict between Jia Cong and his wife Wang Xifeng.

But his conscience has not yet subsided. Recently, when he got along with Wang Xifeng, he has shown signs of disagreement, and he has the title of a legitimate son and the favor of the old lady, so he will not fight with Jia Cong. Moreover, he has something to ask for when he comes here.

"Sister Qiutong was in the west wing. I said she was just a new arrival and was rewarded by the master, so it was inconvenient to instruct her to do rough work. If the second brother wanted to see her, he would take a look." Jia Cong didn't raise his head and focused on copying his Guange style: Guange style is something that must be learned by Jinshi selected for the Hanlin Academy. If the third-level examination of the Township Hall, if the Guange style is used, it will increase the chance of passing the exam and give the examiner a good impression.

Jia Lian was surprised and said, "Does Cong really care about my private meeting with Qiutong? That's good. If you are secretly stumbling on your side, you don't have to be as scared as you are on the side of the master..."

Therefore, Jia Lian said gratefully: "Brother Cong, I am the elder brother, I don't know how to thank you."

"Look at what my second brother said, my family and brothers still care about these things?"

Jia Lian no longer hesitated, so he got up and went to the west wing to have a private meeting with Qiutong, and drank and did something that could not be said about. When he was about to come, he asked Xing'er to guard the door and Zhao'er to catch the wind.

"Your second brother is so shameless. You have a wife and a girl from a house. You always think about other people's girls." Qingwen frowned and said, "The place in the west wing is dirty, so I'll move to the east wing."

"Okay, if you hook up on Brother Lian, he can't help Sister Lian plot against me. If you come to live with me, you will also ensure that you are not bullied." Jia Cong said.

"Hands are sore."

"Come on, I'll help you rub it." Jia Cong grabbed Qingwen's hands that were polishing ink and put a bracelet on each side. It was white and red, which was the elder of Qingwen's nails, and her nails were also coated with powder.

"If you continue like this, if you pass the imperial examination, Jinshi, and become an official, wouldn't you have to come in again? We are also dispensable." Qingwen bit her lip and was very injured. Qiu Tong was so arrogant. The more beautiful Lin Hongyu would squeeze her out?

Originally, when she first came, she had no friendship with Jia Cong, but later she grew up day by day and had to get along well. After living like this, she didn't find anything new, but once someone inserted it, she felt that she had lost something very important.

Jia Baoyu never gave her that kind of thing: a sense of security.

Qingwen has no father or mother, her uncle and cousin are so clumsy, and her cousin is so clumsy, and her cousin is so clumsy that she ignores her. She never thought why she was born to be humble when she was alive, but she didn't think she was humble in her heart. The ideals and reality had a conflict: her heart was higher than the sky, and she was humble in her body.

Jia Cong said she wanted to protect her, so she felt unprecedented: happiness.

"No, although marriage is the order of parents and the words of the matchmaker. Why do you think I want to take the exam for fame? In order to control myself and protect you, once I have a role in this family, can they not consider my ideas?" Jia Cong smelled the fragrance of Qingwen's virginity, held her hand, and rubbed her.

A voice suddenly appeared in Jia Cong's heart: Come on! Come on!

But at the age of nine, Jia Cong didn't want to die young, so he restrained his mind and smiled and said, "Qiutong will be dismissed sooner or later. Xiaohong understands the rules and will not be too much. Wang Shanbao's family, I will be on guard. What are you worried about?"

Qingwen has realized that Mr. Cong’s persuasion to her in the past was all for her consideration. Why did he treat me so well! Qingwen’s nose felt sour, she turned her head and shook her little hand: “Let go quickly!”

"Rubb again!"

Lin Hongyu put her head in: "Mr. Cong, the bird has been fed."

Qingwen's face turned redder and she said, "Didn't the flowers not watered? Isn't the water not burning?"

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"Second Master!" When Qiu Tong saw Jia Lian, he threw himself in his arms and complained, crying: "I don't want to be treated as a bet. Mr. Xue's temperament, what if Mr. Cong wins the bet, will I still have a way out? Second Master save me!"

Jia Lian's ears softened and his eyes turned red. He said helplessly: "But this bet was given by the master, not by Brother Cong. What can I do? Why don't I go back to Master and exchange Ping'er and Brother Cong for you?"

"I'm so confused! Ping'er already has the name of a family member, so I'm not afraid of people saying that your brothers are filthy? Besides, Ping'er is your tigress's confidant, so she would agree?" Qiu Tong complained while secretly observing Jia Lian's expression.

Jia Lian really gritted his teeth: "The tigress, the female yaksha, is often held back by me! It would be fine if I sent my former concubine. But even Ping'er and I slept together, she had to take care of the number of times I slept with me recently! I have never given up on me, so I will have to rest sooner or later!"

Qiu Tong's eyes flashed with pride and encouraged him: "Why don't you stop?"

Jia Lian sighed to the sky: "Isn't this an old lady spoiling her? I'm just angry. Her mother's family is powerful, how could she give up?"

Qiu Tong hated and said, "What about me? Did the second master ignore his old love?"

"I think about it..." Jia Lian sighed: "If Brother Cong won the bet and you followed Xue Pan, wouldn't he be better off? Don't think about those things at this time. It's rare to see each other, let's be happy..."

As he said that, he tore off Qiu Tong's clothes and touched and kissed her. He was skillful in his methods. Qiu Tong gasped: "Well... be gentle... I can't resist..."

...

At Lixiangyuan, Aunt Xue heard that Xue Pan bets Xiangling and Jia She the next day, and she was so angry that she trembled: "Xiangling is such a good girl, and she even sued her for life. You, a horse without a bridle, are you really not lucky! You bastard!"

Xue Pan said back: "A word is clear. My son has drunk too much and can he take it back after he says it? Mom, don't you want this face, your son wants this face!"

The Xue brothers and sisters all called Aunt Xue "Mom". The ancient spoken language was not the classical Chinese imaginary imaginary of modern people. Even Kangxi reviewed Cao Yin's memorials and "I know"... Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty often approved the memorials, "I'll take this as an example"...

Xue Baochai advised: "Mom, it's fine if my brother doesn't have this blessing. If you tell him about marriage, wouldn't he tie him up? My brother is not young anymore. Xiangling is just a girl, so is it worth mom's anger?"

Baochai is hot on the outside and cold on the inside. After Jin Chuan was forced to death, Baochai said that Jin Chuan was confused in order to please her aunt Mrs. Wang, and death was nothing... With Baochai's cunning, how could she not know that Jin Chuan was forced to death... No matter how ruthless she was, she was touching...

"Forget it, if you don't have your face, you won't have your face, so that your brother won't ruin Xiangling." Aunt Xue was so angry that she knew that Xue Pan's father died early and was used to being spoiled. She was incompetent in teaching her children, so she couldn't care about him. "Look at Jia Cong, who is the eldest master of the West Mansion, is young, knows how to do business and study, and has never made any mistakes in etiquette. Why don't I have such a son..."

The dad King Xue Pan became angry, and the powder barrel exploded at all, and said sourly: "Mom doesn't have such a son, so why just recruit him as a son-in-law, wouldn't it be there?"

The rich daughter who was not married in this era was ashamed and angry as being said to such words. Xue Baochai burst into tears in an instant and threw herself into Aunt Xue's arms. The pear blossoms were raining: "Mom, what do you listen to your brother!"

Aunt Xue's face sank: "You are so resistant! You are not apologizing to your sister? Who else can I rely on except Baochai?"

Xue Pan realized that it was serious, Baochai ignored the "good sister" and "good sister" who kept accusing him of the constant apology.

Xiangling, who was standing beside her, looked blankly and thought to herself, "If I could go to Mr. Cong, I would be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and enter the sea of ​​suffering of human traffickers. Who knew that Mr. Xue was also an abyss..."

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At the back door of Rongguo Mansion, Wang Xifeng's sedan chair was melodiously carried down the corridor by two rough-working wives.
Chapter completed!