Red Mansion: Fuyao River and Mountain

Earl's Mansion, Jia Cong Courtyard.

In the main room, the aroma of tea, the scent of orchids and musk, and the chirping of orioles and swallows are wafting in the air. It is very lively and warm.

Yingchun, Daiyu and other sisters came back from the West Mansion and went to sit in Jia Cong's courtyard. The topic of conversation never left Wang Xifeng's newly born daughter.

Xiangyun smiled and said, "That little girl is so small and soft, it's really fun. When I tease her with my fingers, she grabs it and it's quite powerful."

Daiyu said, "I just want to hug that girl, but I don't have the ability of my third brother, so I dare not do it."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "It's not that easy. Next time my sister and I go to see the little girl, I'll teach you how to hold her. It's not that difficult."

Yingchun smiled and said, "I've heard the old lady nagging that a newborn baby's body is soft and fragile, and you don't know how to hold it, so you can't just hold it.

After raising them for half a year, there will be no problem and you can hold as many as you want.

My brother Bao will also be getting married at the end of the year, so maybe in the next two years, there will be a new baby in the family, and I’ll really have one to hold in my arms in the future.”

After hearing Yingchun's words, Jia Cong suddenly had a strange image in his mind: Baoyu and Xia Jingui were holding the child, the husband taking the lead and the wife following.

He couldn't help but shudder, and even felt a strange sense of amusement, imagining the scene of seeing this.

I always felt it was too absurd and bizarre, so I quickly stopped my boring fantasies.

At this time, Zhishao came into the main room carrying the freshly brewed fragrant tea and refilled the cups of tea for her sisters with a smile.

Shi Xiangyun's big watery eyes were staring at Zhishao's slender waist and abdomen with an ambiguous and curious look on her face.

Tanchun has always been sharp-eyed and careful, and she quickly noticed Shi Xiangyun's strange and funny expression.

She suddenly remembered the joke Xiangyun had told her, that men loved to flirt with girls who had served them tea. She immediately understood the meaning of Xiangyun's gaze.

Yun must have seen Sister Feng giving birth, so she started to imagine Zhishao's belly...

She couldn't help but look at Zhishao and Jia Cong, and her pretty face couldn't help but turn pink.

The sisters chatted until it got dark, then Jia Cong asked the kitchen to prepare a banquet in the main hall to celebrate the sisters' Qixi Festival.

Jia Cong originally wanted to send someone to the West Mansion to pass on the message, asking Wu'er and Ping'er to join in the fun.

Then he thought that Wang Xifeng was giving birth today, and there must be a lot of things going on in the yard over there, and he would need the help of the two of them for the time being, so he had to give up for the time being.

It was not until the banquet was half over and a crescent moon shone brightly in the night sky that Wu'er finally arrived, returning to the courtyard from the West Mansion.

After the banquet, the sisters watched the moon and talked in the yard. The summer breeze was cool, the fragrance was subtle, and the laughter was like the sound of bells.

When the moonlight gradually becomes hazy and dim, the glittering Milky Way can be vaguely seen in the darkest blue part of the sky, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are shining at both ends of the galaxy.

Jia Cong also had an incense table set up in the courtyard, and the sisters knelt down and prayed to the Weaver Girl for cleverness according to the custom of the Girls' Day.

He saw the sisters bowing gracefully, their wide sleeves fragrant in the breeze, their waists slender like willows, their pretty faces, and their beautiful plum, orchid, chrysanthemum and bamboo, each of them excelling in their own way.

Some of them closed their eyes in meditation, while others muttered to themselves. Although he didn't know what they were praying for, their peaceful and elegant demeanor made Jia Cong's heart beat fast and he smiled knowingly.

After the prayers were over, another maid came out with a tray on which were colorful silk threads and silver needles that had been prepared earlier.

The sisters played the game of threading a needle facing the moon. This is an ancient custom of praying for dexterity on the Qixi Festival. The one who could thread seven needles the fastest facing the moon was considered the most skillful girl.

Although Shi Xiangyun has a generous personality, she is not as delicate and thoughtful as Yingchun and Daiyu.

But because she did a lot of needlework at home, she was the fastest person to thread seven stitches in a row, several stitches faster than the other sisters, and she couldn't help but smile with pride.

The next is Yingchun. Among the Jia sisters, she is the one who does the most needlework on a daily basis. Most of Jia Cong’s shoes and socks are made by her.

The next is Daiyu. Although she is rarely seen doing needlework, she is surprisingly quite skillful in sewing.

Although Baochai is good at embroidery, she is slow and meticulous in her work, and being quick and deft is not her strong point.

Tanchun, Xing Xiuyun and the others all worked at an average speed. Xichun was young and didn't know how to sew, so after threading two needles, she threw them aside and started eating some fruit.

Among the maids, Qingwen was the most clever and deft one, good at needlework, and could thread seven needles in one go. Naturally, no one was faster than her.

After some fun at the party, the moon was already high in the sky and it was getting late, so the sisters went back to their own courtyards to rest.

Qingwen, Yinglian and the others packed up their things and went back to their rooms to rest. Only Wu'er, who was on night duty today, followed Jia Cong back to his room.

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The two returned to the room, and Wu'er helped Jia Cong wash his face and undress, and helped him make the bed and spread out the quilt. She was busy in the house as usual.

Finally, she took off her outer garment and jacket, put on a small dress, sat in front of the dressing table, took off her hairpins and jewelry, took off her bun, and tied her hair with a hairband.

The candlelight in the house flickered, and Wu'er's pretty face was reflected in the bronze mirror. Her skin was as white as jade, her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting, and she was charming and intoxicating.

Jia Cong asked, "My second sister-in-law gave birth today. Finally, both mother and daughter are safe. There have been a lot of things going on in his yard these past two days. Is everything settled?"

Wu Er put the removed jewelry into the jewelry box and said, "The second young lady has transferred two maids from the East Palace, both of whom are experienced, and have been serving there these days.

The old lady also assigned two maids to arrange daily activities. Ping'er and Feng'er ate and slept in the inner room and stayed there all the time.

The midwife said that as long as the first three days pass and the baby eats and sleeps well, then he will be born safely and all we need to do is take good care of him.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Second sister-in-law has given birth to a child, and she needs a doctor to take care of her. She will need two or three months to recuperate. You and Ping'er will have to work hard for a while."

Wu Er smiled and said, "Ping Er and I have been used to it these past few months, so it's not too tiring. When Third Master mentioned the doctor, I remembered something."

Jia Cong asked, "Why is this related to the doctor?"

Wu Er said, “It was almost sunset in the afternoon, the old lady and the Third Master had been gone for a long time, and Sister Xiren from Second Master Bao’s room suddenly came to look for me.

She said that Master Bao had been in poor spirits these days and had not been sleeping well at night for some time.

I also heard that Miss Lin was originally in poor health, but was treated by the genius doctor Zhang Youpeng and took his special medicine, and now she is getting healthier.

It can be seen that Doctor Zhang has superb medical skills, so she wants to ask Doctor Zhang to diagnose their second master.

However, they had no contact with Doctor Zhang, so they came to ask me about Mr. Zhang's residence so that they could invite him to their house to treat their Master Bao.

But I remember that the Third Master said that Doctor Zhang is now traveling outside and has not been in the capital for some time.

He then told Sister Xiren the reason, because the Third Master and Doctor Zhang were close friends.

If Dr. Zhang returns to Beijing, the Third Master will know the news and then tell them."

Jia Cong was puzzled when he heard this and said, "Baoyu can't sleep well at night, is it necessary to make such a big fuss and ask Dr. Zhang to come out and treat him?
I think he is lazy, idle, and bored, which is why he can't sleep well at night. This is not a serious illness, and there is no need to see a doctor."

Wu Er heard the disdain in Jia Cong's words and couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Second Master can teach people this way, but I can't say this.

However, after hearing what I said, Sister Xiren suddenly said that since Doctor Zhang was not available, there was no need to trouble the Third Master, and they could go find another doctor.

Later I said that Doctor Zhang’s brother, Doctor Zhang Youshi, was also in Shenjing, and it was he who cured the third girl’s hand.

Ping'er said that a few years ago, a doctor named Hu often came to their house. He was also an old employee of the Imperial Hospital and his medical skills were quite good.

Lin Zhixiao could invite both doctors, but Sister Xiren said she had to go back to the Second Wife first and asked about the two doctors' addresses.

Third Master, you said that Master Bao is not ill, but I see that Sister Xiren looks nervous, and it seems like she has some serious illness."

After hearing Wu'er's words, Jia Cong couldn't help but feel moved. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong.

If Baoyu really had a serious illness, his maid would have reported it to Grandmother Jia long ago, and the old lady would have made a big fuss.

But today, Wang Xifeng gave birth to a girl, and Jia's grandmother brought people to visit her. She looked refreshed and had no worries at all. She even chatted and laughed for a while.

If Baoyu really had a serious illness, the old lady would not be so relaxed.

Jia Cong wanted to figure out the secret and guessed that Xiren had secretly invited a famous doctor and Grandmother Jia must not know about it.

I don't know what's wrong with Baoyu. Xiren is so low-key and cryptic when she asks for a doctor.
She did not ask Lin Zhixiao to invite them immediately, but asked for the addresses of the two doctors. Her words and actions were quite strange.

As for Baoyu's illness, it was just that he couldn't sleep well at night. Even if Jia Cong heard it for the first time, he would not easily believe it.

If it was just a minor illness such as restless sleep at night, why bother looking for a miracle doctor who could cure Daiyu's deficiency?

Although Jia Cong had doubts in his heart, he didn't care about his own affairs and was too lazy to think about it.

He said, "If they want to find another doctor, let them go. Less trouble is worse than more."

Wu Er combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror and said with a smile, "The little girl born to Second Madam is really lovable, small, soft and sweet.

Once Ping'er held me in her arms, she couldn't bear to let me go. I asked her to hold me for a while, but she was unwilling to let go. "

Jia Cong smiled after hearing this, walked behind Wu'er, took the comb from her hand, and helped her comb her hair.

He smiled and said, "Children are always cuter and more likely to be loved. If you like children, we can raise one in the future."

After hearing this, Wu'er's face turned red and she looked a little embarrassed. She wanted to laugh but held it back.

She felt the comb in Jia Cong's hand sliding gently through her hair, revealing an unspeakable intimacy, and suddenly her body felt weak.

He smiled and said, "I don't know how to raise one. Third Master and Zhi Shao are so close now, wouldn't it be good to let her help you raise one?"

Jia Cong heard her soft words, which were filled with reserved affection and a hint of jealousy, and his heart was moved and intoxicated.

Although Wu'er had gone through the family ceremony and the two of them often spent their daily lives in close contact with each other, they had never slept in the same bed.

Just like two lines that are about to intersect, there is always a distance between them before they connect and collide, but they just move in the same direction.

When he was only ten years old, Wu'er was assigned to serve him, and the two grew up together.

Compared with Wu'er and Qingwen, she is more sensible and considerate, and has always been Jia Cong's trusted maid.

Even after he inherited the title of Rong, he needed someone to help him look after and manage the Xifu family business, the first person he thought of was Wu'er.

This respect and trust is quite different from that of other maids around her.

He would not pretend to be a hypocrite, nor would he hide or suppress his heartfelt yearning and possession for the girl who had been with him since childhood.

He just wanted these things to happen naturally, without her feeling even the slightest bit of being forced or urgent...

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The candlelight flickered, the bronze mirror shone brightly, and the room began to be filled with a strong ambiguity and an inexplicable sweetness that seemed to trigger the throbbing in one's heart.

Wu Er recalled Wang Xifeng's teasing words that day, asking her whether Jia Cong had ever loved her, and saying that as long as she acted coquettishly to Jia Cong, everything would be fine...

She felt a burning sensation in her heart. She thought she had no shame. Why did she think of those embarrassing words?

But she couldn't help wondering whether she should act like a spoiled child with the Third Master. However, she seemed to have never acted like a spoiled child before. What should she do...

The red candles on the dressing table flickered, making the pretty and delicate face in the bronze mirror shine even more brightly, clearly and hazily, so breathtakingly.

Jia Cong put down the comb and put his arms around Wu'er's slender and soft waist. Their faces leaning against each other appeared in the bronze mirror.

One is pretty and charming, the other is handsome and bright, they complement each other very well, and there is a kind of intimate tacit understanding that has been nurtured from being together for a long time.

Jia Cong looked at the girl in the mirror and said with a smile, "Wu'er, it would be nice to have a daughter in the future. It would be best if she is as pretty as you, and as considerate and caring as you."

Even though this wasn't the first time they were so intimate, Wu'er still felt her body slowly warm up from being hugged. Her soft and pleasant words were trembling with a hint of shyness.

"Third Master, raising a child is painful. You haven't seen how badly Second Grandma cried out in pain. Every time she cried out in pain, it was very loud. My legs trembled every time I heard her.

Thinking about it now, I still feel a little scared. The old lady said that Second Grandma was relatively smooth, and some women would love their children for a day or two..."

Jia Cong felt so cute when he heard what she said that even his voice seemed to tremble. He thought that Wang Xifeng's childbirth must have made quite a big noise, and it almost left a shadow on Wu'er.

He chuckled and said, "Since you are afraid of pain, I won't force you. Let's just not raise it."

Wu'er felt Jia Cong's hands around her waist tightening slightly, and his cheek pressed against her temples became a little hot.

She felt confused and the love in her heart was surging. The frightening scene of Wang Xifeng's screaming seemed to fade away all at once.

She felt Jia Cong's hands wandering on her body. Since she was a child, he always liked to touch her little hands, and occasionally he would kiss her when no one was around, but he had never been so wanton like this.

She already felt that the embarrassing moment was about to come...

Ever since I offered tea to Lady Jia in Rongqing Hall, I have had some vague longings in my heart.

As Jia Cong's hands became more and more bold, her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, causing her mind to fall into a state of panic, sweet intoxication.

She closed her eyes tightly in shame, panting, and tried to grab Jia Cong's hand, but it seemed that she couldn't.
She bit her lip slightly and blurted out, "Wu'er is not afraid of pain. As long as Third Master likes it, Wu'er is willing to do anything."

After hearing her emotional words, Jia Cong's blood boiled in his chest. He kissed her lips passionately several times and put his hands into her clothes.

The red candle flame on the dressing table flickered, as if ashamed to peek into this enchanting scene.

The heart-pounding lingering and rubbing lasted for who knows how long, and Wu'er's chiffon clothes fell to the ground, like two pure white petals falling to the ground.

Every inch of the girl's skin seemed to be marked with traces of wanton doting.

Until Jia Cong held Wu'er horizontally in his arms and slowly walked towards the bed.

Wu'er wrapped her snow-white, crystal-clear arms tightly around Jia Cong's neck and buried her pretty face in his shoulder, as if she was no longer ashamed to see the light.

During the time when the two were entangled in intimacy, the hair tie on her hair was pulled off by Jia Cong at some point, and her hair was scattered, covering the girl's half-naked seductive body.

Seeing Wu'er in his arms, Jia Cong was so embarrassed that he couldn't help but take a few steps back. He turned around and blew out the red candle on the dressing table, and the room suddenly became dark.

As darkness fell, Jia Cong clearly felt Wu Er's tense body relax all of a sudden, and he called out affectionately, "Third Master."

The waxing moon in the sky just appeared above the clouds, and the milky white moonlight shone through the window lattice into the room.

Wu'er raised her head from Jia Cong's shoulder, her fair face flushed like a rosy cloud, and her eyes met Jia Cong's. She couldn't help but smile sweetly.

When Jia Cong couldn't help but kiss her again, Wu'er was a little carried away. She held Jia Cong's cheek and let him kiss her freely.

Until the two of them rolled off the bed, the only remaining restraints and the last covering were thrown onto the jujube wood floor.

Jia Cong still couldn't let go of those alluring cherry lips soaked in rouge.

During the tumbling and playing, the flower-like soft lips were endlessly demanded and tasted...

The moon was setting outside the window, shining brightly on the bed. Wu'er blushed and used her rose-red embroidered bodice to wipe the rouge on Jia Cong's lips.

But before she could wipe it clean, Jia Cong's excitement covering her had disrupted her movements.

The uncontrollable moans and cries, with occasional startled cries, gradually turned from the stagnant and obscure pain into a joyous and galloping stream...

Like the ebb and flow of the ocean tide, filled with struggle and trembling, it takes a long time to calm down.

In the infinite beauty, amidst the intoxicating moans and sobs, there are occasional murmurs, coming out intermittently.

"Third Master, I'm a little scared."

"You just said you weren't afraid of pain?"

"That's not what I'm talking about. The Third Master likes girls, and I like girls too, but what if they give birth to a boy?"

"My mother said that the Third Master hasn't gotten married yet. If he raises a child first, it will cause trouble. The Third Master hasn't gotten married yet, so she told me not to get too close to him..."

Jia Cong laughed and said, "No wonder these days, every time it's your turn to be on duty, you don't like to talk to me after you're done.

You just went to sleep on the couch, and when I got up to drink water at night, you pretended to be asleep. In the past, you were the most frightened when you woke up, as if you were afraid that I would bully you."

Wu Er blushed and said, "I'm not hiding from Master San, I just think what my mother said makes some sense."

Jia Cong's palm moved over the silky, soft and slender silk, and he was reluctant to let it go.

Comforting her softly, "Don't listen to your mother, just listen to me. Other people's families are poor and particular, but that's not the way it works here.

No matter whether you raise a boy or a girl in the future, I will treasure them all the same. You don’t have to worry about gossip when I’m around, and no one else can interfere in my affairs.”

Wu Er's voice was a little confused: "The big house is like this, I have never heard the Third Master say this, is the Third Master kidding me again?"

Jia Cong whispered in her ear: "From childhood to adulthood, think carefully, when have I ever coaxed you?"

After hearing what Jia Cong said, Wu'er was subconsciously recalling the past, but she had only thought half of it.

Jia Cong began to become restless again. He took it forcefully, swayed it shamefully, his pretty face flushed like fire, and his thoughts were interrupted in an instant.

Like a boat that could capsize at any time in the stormy waves, a tremor of near fainting is transmitted from the depths of the soul, accompanied by infinite affection that sprouts before the girl even blooms.

She hugged Jia Cong tightly, and all her worries and fears about the future were soon drowned by endless joy... (End of this chapter)