The filial son of the Red Mansion

If there is retribution in the underworld, it will happen in the next life. He has lived two lives and has never really suffered retribution. If there is retribution, traveling through the world of the Red Mansion is his retribution.

This kind of retribution can happen a few more times.

"I'm not afraid!"

Jia Rong answered like this, and it was also the first time that he saw Wang Xifeng's sentimental side. He held Wang Xifeng tighter in his arms, leaned close to her ear, and whispered: "If there is retribution, we will bear it together."

You can call it moral corruption or you can call it shamelessness.

Anyway, he is destined to be a scumbag in this life!

The moonlight tonight is indeed beautiful. Maybe the night view is a little worse, but the cheerful mood makes up for the beauty of the scenery.

No matter how beautiful something is, it is only truly good when you enjoy it with others. No matter how embarrassing the situation is, it will not be so bad if you have someone to accompany you.

At this moment, Wang Xifeng was in a strange mood. Although she used to be a very efficient person who could make decisions immediately, she was actually in a very complicated and contradictory mood just before Jia Rong hugged her.

She knew very well that what Jia Rong had just said were words that men often use to coax others, but she felt happy about it.

Looking at the moon, the corners of his mouth turned up.

What a beautiful night.

It would have been better if this bastard hadn't been pressing on the midfielder all the time.

Wang Xifeng quietly moved her body, but she recalled the scene she accidentally saw last night. She really couldn't understand why the gap between people was so big.

It's disconcerting.

Plop, plop.

Scalp numbness.

How could Qin bear it? I...

Wang Xifeng's heart beat faster. This bastard was deliberately making trouble behind her back, ruining this wonderful atmosphere.

Suddenly, Wang Xifeng felt a warm sensation in her ear, as if she had been bitten lightly by the bastard behind her. Her whole body tensed up, and her limbs became stiff.

"Don't move!" She gritted her teeth and snorted softly, and felt a warmth on the back of her neck again.

This bastard thing.

Wang Xifeng turned around quickly to face the bastard, but she saw the moonlight passing over the eaves, pouring into the attic, and shining right on the bastard's face.

The little rascal has delicate and handsome features, and his nose and lips are just the right size.

The asshole is laughing.

She didn't have the heart to scold him. While she was in a daze, her mouth was tightly blocked.

Domineering and powerful.

Jia Rong shouted in his heart, extremely happy. It was soft and fragrant, delicate and smooth. Not only that, his hands did not stop, and under the bright moonlight, he tightly embraced Wang Xifeng's waist.

He slowly and steadily held Wang Xifeng in his arms.

Some muffled sounds reached his ears, but he not only ignored them, but his heart became even hotter.

Perhaps because the noise was a little too loud, Ping'er, who was downstairs, walked into the yard with a lantern in her hand and looked up. She saw two people entangled in a fight in the fence on the second floor.

"He still got what he wanted!"

Ping'er pursed her lips, thinking that her life would be difficult from now on.

Jia Rong is a greedy person.

He is also an extremely brave man. Brave means brave and brave.

"no, do not want……"

Wang Xifeng finally got a chance to speak, she blocked his way with her hands and called out anxiously.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance to open her mouth again in just a moment. Then she felt the cool wind and the burning fire in her heart playing tricks on her at the same time.

A strange, eerie, and completely new feeling suddenly came over me.

What the hell did this bastard eat?

Wang Xifeng took a deep breath, her body trembling secretly. She hugged Jia Rong's neck and cursed inwardly: I'm not your mother!

Seeing Jia Rong looking up, two chuckles were heard.

Her face flushed and she couldn't help but spit. "No rules at all!"

Jia Rong just smiled and held Wang Xifeng tighter and tighter.

He had just measured it carefully. Although Wang Xifeng's waist was not as thin as Keqing's, other parts of her body were indeed much more majestic and fuller than Qin Keqing's.

Thinking of this, I felt extremely thirsty.

Fengjie originally enjoyed the feeling of being embraced. Although Jia Rong had just gone too far, she strangely did not feel resentful. It was the first time she was treated like this, and she felt a strange sweetness in her heart.

But suddenly she realized that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly used both hands to hold Jia Rong. She said anxiously: "Rong'er, this is not possible, wait until we get back to the mansion..."

What is the difference between Fuli and Tiekansi?

Jia Rong felt that there was no difference. He said softly, "The immortals and Buddhas live here forever, and the ancestors of the two mansions are witnesses. Let us get married here. From now on, no matter what others think, I will only remember you as my grandmother in the East Mansion."

"you……"

Wang Xifeng was furious and could not get away. Hearing this, she felt a little warmer in her heart and just snorted, "Which one of the three matchmakers and six betrothals do you have? How did you become your Dongfu Lady?"

"Feng'er, good Feng'er."

Jia Rong laughed, but his hands did not stop secretly. He said: "We use the sky as a matchmaker and the Buddhas in the temple as witnesses, how can it not count?"

Wang Xifeng suddenly felt a chill in her lower body and turned to flee. But she was afraid of making a big noise, which might wake up the monks in the temple or accidentally call Lai Wang's wife and others. So she hurriedly called out "Ping'er".

As soon as she finished speaking, she screamed in pain.

What a bastard!

“Get out now…”

It hurts me so much.

Ping Er, who was downstairs, heard the noise and hurried upstairs, making the stairs clatter. She quickly took out the flame from the lantern and lit the candlestick in the attic. She saw...

Chapter 40: Double Happiness Tonight? (First Order Request)

I saw Second Grandma holding onto the door frame that led from the attic to the outer corridor. She looked in pain and hummed in pain. Uncle Xiaorong held Second Grandma steadily.

"Get out."

The sound of Second Grandma in pain was heard.

Ping'er stood there in a daze, not knowing whether the Second Mistress was talking to her or to Master Xiaorong.

"Go find some water and prepare it."

When the Second Mistress's voice sounded again, Ping'er realized that she was indeed speaking to her. But she still glanced at Master Xiaorong strangely, and said to herself: So it wasn't my eyes that were blurring last night.

Ping'er was in a state of shock, she had never expected that it would end up like this. When she went downstairs, she heard the Second Mistress swearing at her, cursing at the ancestors of the Jia family again.

When she got downstairs, the sounds from upstairs became continuous, lingering, gentle, charming and affectionate curses like the wind blowing through the willows.

Ping'er's heart was in turmoil.

Jia Rong slowly leaned against Wang Xifeng's back and called softly, "My dear Feng'er, why are you crying?"

Wang Xifeng slowly opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and turned back to glare at him unhappily.

"You are so proud now!"

Ah!

Proud, very proud.

Wang Xifeng frowned again and snorted, "Black-hearted maggot."

Jia Rong has never been an honest man.

He blew a breath of warm air into Wang Xifeng's ear and said with secret delight, "Good Feng'er..."

He didn't know what Wang Xifeng was feeling now, but he was just happy, like the joy of finally getting something he had longed for.

hiss~

Jia Rong took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly and tremblingly.

Wang Xifeng was holding the door at this moment, her silver teeth were almost broken. It was not hatred, nor even resentment, she was just enduring.

The tender warmth on her snow-white neck made the scarlet color even hotter. When her eyes were about to blur, she bit her lips hard and began to curse:

"Heartless, born from a wild bull's belly, conscienceless, unlucky..."

After Wang Xifeng cursed for a long time, she finally ran out of energy. She finally cursed, "The wind is strong here, you have no conscience, you only care about your own pride."

"Oh, oh oh!"

Jia Rong immediately understood, and helped Wang Xifeng move step by step to the small couch inside.

Wang Xifeng just went upstairs and urged, "It's too late now."

This small couch was originally where monks copied scriptures, but now it has become a bed.

When Ping'er finally found a source of water, Wang Xifeng had lost the aura of a second wife. She was lying on the small couch with disheveled hair, her face flushed, and her breathing fluctuating.

I only heard the Second Mistress say feebly, "I said we'd discuss it after we got home, but you refused to do so. You're really too careless."

Uncle Xiaorong raised his eyebrows and stood up.

"Do you want to blame Uncle Lian?"

Wang Xifeng dragged the wooden pillow on the small couch and threw it at it, cursing, "Bullshit! I forbad him to enter my yard a long time ago. Do you think I can let him touch even a finger from now on?"

When Fengjie got angry, she cried like a ghost.

Jia Rong quickly took it away and comforted her, "I know good Feng Er would never do such a thing."

Wang Xifeng snorted coldly, "You'd better think about how to explain to your uncle Lian. The ladies in the West Mansion will not let you go."

Jia Rong asked in confusion, "What did Feng Er mean by returning home?"

Wang Xifeng raised her head slightly, glanced at him unhappily, and cursed while panting, "There is something hidden in the mansion." As she spoke, she asked Ping'er to clean it quickly.