The filial son of the Red Mansion

"Cough~cough!"

Wang Xifeng's light cough suddenly sounded in the car.

Jia Rong approached suspiciously, suppressed his dissatisfaction and asked, "Good Feng'er, are you feeling unwell?"

"Cough~cough!"

"What's wrong?" Jia Rong was still confused and reached out to touch Wang Xifeng's forehead. At this time, he had temporarily forgotten his previous indignation and was only confused. "It's not hot!"

"Cough~cough cough!" Wang Xifeng twisted her neck as if trying to shake off Jia Rong's hand.

Jia Rong was even more confused. He saw Sister Feng shrinking as if she was very cold, and coughing twice in a hurry.

Could it be?

Jia Rong let go of Wang Xifeng's hand, spread his arms, placed them on Wang Xifeng's shoulders, and slowly embraced her.

Sure enough, Wang Xifeng stopped coughing!

What's the point?

It was totally incomprehensible. Although he couldn't understand it, it didn't stop Jia Rong from smiling and hugging Wang Xifeng tightly in his arms.

"It's definitely warmer this way, and you won't catch a cold as easily."

Even as Jia Rong said this, Wang Xifeng still acted like she was throwing a tantrum and refused to turn back.

He also had a way to deal with this. He slowly leaned close to Feng'er's ear and whispered softly, "Good Feng'er, can I kiss your ear?"

Wang Xifeng didn't answer, so he took it as Wang Xifeng's consent and kissed her. Then he asked, "Good Feng'er, can I kiss your neck?"

Wang Xifeng still didn't answer, so he took it as Wang Xifeng's agreement.

"Good Feng'er, can I kiss your cinnabar mole?"

Wang Xifeng had been so upset that she was numb all over. When Jia Rong reached out to button her clothes, she suddenly realized that the bastard was talking about the mole on her body.

Wang Xifeng's eyes suddenly flashed with coldness. She turned her head and spat out two words from her cold red lips - "Want to die?"

Jia Rong certainly didn't want to die, so he quickly grabbed Wang Xifeng's chin and suddenly covered her thin red lips with his big mouth. During the struggle, he found Wang Xifeng's waist with both hands and hugged her tightly, and took advantage of her strong hug to lift up this wonderful woman.

As they were entangled and demanding, he saw Wang Xifeng's expression becoming more and more delicate. He laughed in his heart: Can't I hold you?

He held her soft, warm and fragrant body tightly with both hands, not letting her move or struggle. Smelling the orchid-like and musk-like fragrance, Jia Rong felt dizzy and dazed, and only regretted that he was in the carriage.

Just thinking about it.

My tongue suddenly hurt.

Wang Xifeng looked at him coldly with a frown on her face, and snorted, "Next time, don't do anything naughty without my permission."

Jia Rong pursed his lips and nodded, and finally determined in his heart why Wang Xifeng was angry. It was indeed because of what happened that night. After thinking about it for a while, he roughly guessed the truth of the matter.

Sure enough, there are some things that you can't be too impatient about. If you are impatient, the experience will be bad for both people.

Jia Rong thought to himself that there were some benefits to that day, at least their relationship had jumped to a new level. Seeing Wang Xifeng still looking cold, he couldn't help but sigh that the fierce Wang Xifeng was quite charming.

Not only did my mouth feel dry, but I also felt a little anxious.

When he lowered his head, he discovered that Wang Xifeng was sitting on his lap, face to face.

Wang Xifeng sensed some movement, and a not-so-pleasant image flashed through her mind. She glared at him fiercely. "Behave yourself, or I'll cut your hair off sooner or later." Suddenly, she said inexplicably, "I didn't lend money out at high interest."

Ok?

"Ever since you said that that day, I gave up the idea of ​​usury." Wang Xifeng said without thinking.

Jia Rong felt his heart beating faster than before, and an inexplicably sweet taste rose from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but sigh: Wang Xifeng just likes to play this kind of trick, damn, I just fall for it.

Chapter 44: Wang Xifeng's Tenderness

There are thousands of ways to be moved by people.

Jia Rong was moved by the fact that a man as domineering and powerful as a demon would actually change his mind and give up the opportunity to earn interest just because of what he said before. It was like a powerful demon in a novel who would endure hunger and stop eating people for you.

His heart melted.

"Good aunt, Rong'er wants to kiss you."

Wang Xifeng didn't have time to react, and her thin lips had already taken over. She didn't hide, and her long eyelashes on her beautiful phoenix eyes trembled slightly, and her nose was breathing heavily. Even though she had just said that she was not allowed to do anything naughty without her permission, she seemed to have gradually gotten used to Jia Rong's sudden attacks.

Maybe, this is not a strange thing!

Sister Feng thought to herself, her charming eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was smiling. Jia Rong was not overbearing this time, his movements were very gentle and slow. Sister Feng was quite satisfied, enjoying the warmth and tenderness here, and even catering to him in an unskilled way.

Who would have thought that the domineering and capable Feng Jie would be clumsy at this moment?

Jia Rong was so excited that he wanted to take off his clothes immediately. But he was in the carriage, so he could only curse in his heart: Wang Xifeng likes me more and more the more she looks at me, isn't this killing me?

When their lips parted, Wang Xifeng's eyes were slightly lowered. Even in the dimly lit carriage, one could see her ears were red and her face was as bright as a newly-bloomed rosy cloud, setting off her snowy skin and cherry lips. Under the multiple taboos, she looked even more beautiful.

There was something pressed down on Wang Xifeng's body, and she almost knocked the carriage seat loudly.

"Rong'er, I have something serious to tell you." Panting, Wang Xifeng finally put her hands on Jia Rong's shoulders. This time she did not blame him for being naughty, but said seriously, "During the New Year, I went to see Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang naturally refers to Wang Xifeng’s father’s younger brother, Wang Ziteng.

Wang Ziteng is currently the governor of the Beijing Camp, a second-rank official, commanding the five armies, the Shenji and Shenshu camps to guard the capital. Because the governor of the Beijing Camp is related to the interests of the capital, Wang Ziteng is also considered an important figure in the current dynasty.

Jia Rong's great-grandfather Jia Daihua had long served as the governor of the Beijing camp. Because he was trusted by the emperor, the post of governor of the Beijing camp was often held by the three families of Jia, Shi and Wang.

Unfortunately, the Jia family fell into decline early, and now only Jia Zheng holds a position in the two governments. Although Jia She has the title of a general, he has no official position. Although Jia Lian donated the title of fifth-rank Tongzhi, he did not take up the position. Today, the Wang and Shi families are just as prosperous as the Jia family in the past.

When Jia Rong heard that it was a serious matter, he stopped being weird. He gently held Wang Xifeng's hips, his face full of curiosity.

"What did aunt say to Uncle Wang?"

"It's not because of your family's affairs."

Wang Xifeng snorted in annoyance and began to complain about the decline of the Jia family.

"Although I don't know many words, I know that your family will be exterminated after five generations. In the east, the title will end when it is passed to you. In the west, although it can be inherited for another generation, it will not stop the decline. Now that you have inherited the title, you must have a job to earn a decent living for your descendants."

This is indeed the case.

Now that Jia Zhen is dead and the internal troubles in the East Palace have been eliminated, it is time to consider seeking an official position.

Jia Rong looked at Wang Xifeng carefully. He really didn't expect that this wonderful woman was not only good at managing the inner house, but also could think about things outside. She even took the initiative to find Wang Ziteng to help him find a future.

Not only can you get a beautiful woman, but you can also get her help in your future.

Cost-effective!

It’s such a damn good deal.

At this moment, Jia Rong was really banging the wooden stool he was sitting on like a drum.

Jia Rong gently tasted the rouge on Wang Xifeng's lips and asked with a smile, "My dear aunt, what did my uncle say?"

Wang Xifeng pursed her lips and said proudly, "We in the Wang family are naturally not as good as your Jia family in doing things. Uncle said that if Rong'er is really ambitious, he will ask someone to register you in the Dragon Guard. When the mourning period is over, you will be able to catch up with the spring review and examination next year."

"A review exam?"

"It's okay, it's just some horse riding and archery stuff. Uncle asked you to practice for a while in the mansion this year, and you will have a way by then."

Oh, that means cheating through the back door!

Damn it, didn't the imperial guards all get in through the back door? If something really happened, would all the idiots around protect the emperor?

Even if I can protect the emperor, who will protect me?

Jia Rong was sweating profusely when he heard this. He hurriedly asked, "Uncle, do you have any other places to go?"

Wang Xifeng frowned and said, "Being a palace guard is the best place for young masters from various mansions. They have the opportunity to show their faces in front of the saint, and maybe even gain some merit. Rong'er doesn't want to go?"

Jia Rong rolled his eyes and said hurriedly, "Of course I would. A hero like my uncle must have come up with a better plan."

Wang Xifeng glanced sideways and said, "There is indeed a worse plan, but I'm afraid you won't want to go after hearing it."

Jia Rong asked out of curiosity, and it turned out that the worst option was for Wang Ziteng to open the back door and summon him to the Beijing camp. Jia Rong immediately shook his head, it was better to be the Dragon Guard, at least he was in the city and it would not be difficult to go home.

Although he is not very satisfied, he also knows that many things are not available just because he wants them. For example, many people cannot have normal rest time, such as working from 9 to 5 and having weekends off.

Even if I really become a Dragon Guard, I will be surrounded by young masters from noble families, and I will have more brothers. If there is a funeral in someone's family, we will all go and cry.

I can even meet people from the palace occasionally. If an important figure in the palace dies one day, I can go and cry and see him off.

Those are all high-level treasure chests!

Yes, and there are also ministers in the court. If we see someone with a high-level treasure chest on his head, we will try to build a relationship with him and be a kind and righteous person.

Wang Xifeng gently pulled his ear and frowned, saying, "No matter what, you have to find a future. Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you, and don't even think about touching me. Ping'er, I will take it back and won't let you touch me even a finger again."

"Okay, I'll definitely do it."

No matter what, let's just appease the person first. Jia Rong chuckled and began to think about how to spend the next year of mourning.

Wang Xifeng could guess what he was thinking, and said playfully, "Back home, it's not like being outside. Then you will find these three months in Tiekan Temple the most comfortable."

"What do you mean?"

Jia Rong was filled with alarm.

Wang Xifeng smiled and said, "When you return to the mansion, there are only two places you can go in Ning Mansion. One is in front of the ancestral hall where the ancestors are seated, and the other is in Conglu Hall behind the ancestral hall. The ancestors in the ancestral hall will not be disturbed, but there are several places for you to play in Conglu Hall."

Damn it?

Is this mourning or house arrest?

Wang Xifeng was even happier when she saw him depressed. She added, "This is the rule. Every filial son has lived this way. If you stay in the mansion and practice archery honestly, I can find an excuse to go and see you. It's not a problem to ask Ping'er and Feng'er to visit you, even if it's to cover up for your wife and ask her to stay in Conglutang for a night occasionally."

Do I still need you to cover for me? Jia Rong thought with disdain.

"Aunt, you are such a good person."

He pouted secretly. He lifted Wang Xifeng into his arms and pulled her hard. He really wanted to practice shooting now to repay Wang Xifeng's tenderness.

Chapter 45: Why is my wife here?

"Die!"

Wang Xifeng heard the sound of the thread breaking on her body, and put her hand to Jia Rong's ear again. She said angrily: "Don't think of doing anything bad. I have already told Wang'er's wife to stop at the farm on the way and have a meal. If those nosy old women see you, you will die."

Jia Rong felt as if his ears were being gently stroked by a kitten, and he chuckled, "Why not just stay at the farm for one night?"