The filial son of the Red Mansion

This is how things are in the world. Whatever you fear will come to you.

A charming woman came out of a house in the back street, holding a piece of silk and flaunting her clothes. "Miss Ping, please stay. The one in the car is Second Madam Lian."

Ping'er looked and recognized that this person was a distant relative of the Rong family - the Second Madam, who was a generation older than Wang Xifeng.

The second wife of Xiao had a son named Jia Yuan, who was nicknamed "Yuai" because of his handsome appearance. He was studying in the charity school. Because Xue Pan came, Yuai was coaxed away by Xue Pan with money. It was said that Yuai had bleeding from the back yesterday.

I'm afraid Second Madam Xiao came to complain to Second Madam Lian.

Ping'er hurriedly reported to the carriage driver, asking the two people who were making trouble to stop.

Wang Xifeng heard the sound and broke free from Jia Rong's embrace and moved to the outer window. She had to hurriedly tidy up her upper body clothes and take a few deep breaths to calm the heat.

"Don't move." She rang the bell to stop the car, turned back and glared. "Hide in the corner, don't do anything to your aunt at this time."

At this time, Second Madam Xiao had already reached the car. She looked up and asked, "Is that Second Madam Lian in the car?"

Wang Xifeng trembled secretly as she opened the window curtains. A delicate and charming face as rosy as jade appeared in front of them, with beads of sweat on her forehead.

She held her breath tightly in her throat and said, "So it's Second Aunt. I'm not feeling well today. Please forgive me for not being able to get off the car and talk to you."

After all, the Jia Xiao family was a distant relative of the Rong family, and Second Madam Xiao had no aura of an elder at all, and kept a very low profile. She asked with concern, "Second Madam, what are you talking about? I see you are sweating a lot on your face, is it serious?"

"Thank you for worrying about me, auntie. You can just call me by my name. Calling me grandma all the time sounds so strange, as if we are not a family." Wang Xifeng cursed Jia Rong a thousand times in her heart.

Jia Rong was secretly delighted and moved quietly!

Wang Xifeng pretended to cough and exhaled a breath of foul air, holding on to the window sill tightly with both hands.

"My nephew is fine, but it's hot this day. I'll just go back and rest later. Is there anything you want to tell my nephew?"

Second Madam Xiao couldn't tell her directly what happened between Yu'ai and Xue Pan at the charity school, so she just said aggrievedly, "Yesterday your brother came home with blood on his body. I heard some rumors that it was related to the Xue family's boy. The Xue family is a relative of the mansion, and I heard that you were the most enthusiastic, so I shamelessly came to ask for help."

hiss!

Wang Xifeng took a long breath through her nose, clenched her teeth, and replied with a suppressed breath: "Hmm~ nephew... will talk to the Xue... family... about it."

What a bastard!

Chapter 67: Qiao Ping'er's temper, Aunt Xue's first meeting

Second Madam Xiao was puzzled. Why did Second Madam Lian suddenly become so sick?

She also knew that Wang Xifeng was the most enthusiastic and considerate person, and she would have no worries if she entrusted the matter to her. Seeing Wang Xifeng trying to endure the pain, she was afraid that she would delay Second Madam Lian, so she hurriedly said, "I saw you were fine a while ago, how come you are sick? Send the servants to find a doctor to take a look."

Wang Xifeng took the time to cough out the hot air in her chest, took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, just take a rest. Aunt, don't worry, I will...ah...go to Xue's house."

As I said this, my hands and feet were already shaking secretly. I had never felt so ashamed in my heart, and my face had never been so embarrassed.

She pressed her knees together and exerted all her strength.

Wang Xifeng now has the tight and delicate skin of a girl of eighteen or nineteen, and the slim waist and plump hips of a young lady. Compared with her, Keqing has a good figure, but her plump hips are a little thin.

Of course, it is difficult to compare the two because they have different temperaments.

Wang Xifeng is fierce and fierce, while Qin Keqing is gentle and charming, and both are his favorites.

Jia Rong was also holding Wang Xifeng's waist tightly with both hands from behind, taking a long breath.

In the space of a few breaths, Jia Rong stood on tiptoe, tensed his abdominal muscles, and used force in his waist, trying to support Wang Xifeng so that she could talk to people properly.

But at this moment, Wang Xifeng moved, as if she felt itchy all over.

hiss!

A deadly demon.

Jia Rong was shouting in his heart, ecstatic, and cooperating.

Wang Xifeng was still lying on the window sill, speaking slowly, word by word: "Aunt, just be at ease."

After saying this, Wang Xifeng hurriedly pulled down the curtain, turned back abruptly, and pinched Jia Rong's leg with her sharp, long nails.

pain!

It hurts so much.

"What a misfortune! You were born from a wild bull. How could a fool like you be born when all the people in the east died out?" Wang Xifeng cursed hastily, and quickly held the window sill with her hand. She ordered, "Have the carriage stop in the alley for a while. Rong'er and I will tell you some confidential matters."

The alley is the inner passageway separating the Ningguo Mansion and the Rongguo Mansion. The Ningguo Mansion is to the east of the alleyway, and the Rongguo Mansion is to the west, so they are also called the East Mansion and the West Mansion. The inner alleyway is not wide, just enough to park a carriage. On weekdays, only the Xue family members who live in Lixiangyuan pass through the inner alleyway.

Ping'er heard what her grandmother said and immediately knew what the two people were going to do. She suppressed her embarrassment and anger and told the horse-carrying servant to lead the carriage slowly into the inner alley. Then she told Feng'er and the servant to stay away and not to listen to the secret.

Feng Er had always been with Wang Xifeng, and now she was with Jia Rong, so she had a vague idea. She stared at the horse-leading servant at the entrance of the alley, and calmly ordered: "Now that our master has returned home with the grace of the emperor, he knows a lot of court secrets. No matter what you hear in the future, you are not allowed to spread a single word. If you leak the secrets, the master will lose his position, and your whole family will lose their lives."

The servants who had always served the masters of the two mansions were all the sons of trusted families. After hearing Feng'er's serious words, they nodded repeatedly. Fearing that they would be suspected by their masters, they walked a little further away and stood guard outside the entrance.

At this time, the two people in the carriage in the inner alley were fighting with each other, and neither of them would give in.

Wang Xifeng held the window sill tightly with both hands, then hugged Jia Rong's head with both hands, and then held on to the soft stool in the carriage with both hands.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage began to shake violently, as if the frame was about to fall apart.

Wang Xifeng lay in Jia Rong's arms, her body soft as mud, her flesh convulsing, her clothes soaked with sweat. She gritted her teeth and said weakly, "Are you so proud of yourself this time?"

Jia Rong opened the window curtain, letting the light shine on the profile of Wang Xifeng in his arms. Her rosy face, dotted with beads of sweat, made him feel dry in the mouth again.

Today it's a completely different feeling.

He gently held Wang Xifeng's hips and said, "You should know best whether I am proud or not."

Wang Xifeng frowned lazily, her body still trembling, and cursed softly: "The wild oxen who were born don't know how to be tired. We can't delay too long, tomorrow... No, let's talk about it later."

the day after tomorrow?

The Dragon Boat Festival is the day after tomorrow.

"What should I do now?"

"Cut it with scissors!"

Wang Xifeng glared at him unhappily. After each time, her whole body felt like it was falling apart, and she couldn't recover for a long time. She took two long breaths, feeling the sweat gradually disappearing, and snorted, "Save it for when you go find your wife in the evening, don't do anything weird now."

As he said this, he asked Ping'er to go to the car and tidy up the clothes for the two of them.

Jia Rong saw that Wang Xifeng was really out of strength, so he did not force her, but his hand secretly moved towards Ping'er, avoiding Wang Xifeng's gaze.

Ping'er was already feeling resentful, blaming the two men for not being decent enough to fool around in the carriage, and now Jia Rong's hand bothered her even more.

Ping Erh shook it off and said, "Put away your claws. I'll chop it off tomorrow."

Wang Xifeng's eyes sparkled when she heard this, and she sneered, "It's time to chop him off. There's no discipline."

Jia Rong was scolded, but he did not say anything back, and his hands became more obedient. He flattered her, "Thank you, Sister Ping, for your concern."

Ping Er glared at the two of them and said unhappily, "Don't blame anyone. You are all the same. You always make me suffer."

Wang Xifeng was getting more and more happy, and she said with a smile: "Our little slut Ping'er has lost her temper, and now even I can't control her."

Ping'er couldn't help blushing at this time, and took a towel to wipe the faces of the two people. She snorted and said, "It's dirty and smelly. If you make trouble in the car again next time, I won't help you."

After saying this, Ping'er got off the carriage with three dirty towels, called Feng'er and the horse-leading boy, and continued to the west corner gate of Rongguo Mansion.

At this time, Jia Rong was driven off the carriage. Feng'er took out her own towel to wipe Rong's face, and then rode her horse behind the carriage.

When they arrived at the Rong Mansion's side gate, Wang Xifeng's blush had mostly faded, and Ping'er made an excuse that her grandmother was not feeling well, and asked Zhou Rui's wife to arrange a sedan chair to take her to the inner house. Jia Rong and Feng'er followed behind, and first went to Wang Xifeng's yard to wash their hands and faces.

After Wang Xifeng changed her clothes, the two of them went to Jia's grandmother's courtyard in front.

At this moment, no one could notice anything unusual about the two of them.

Sister Feng smiled and said, "Rong'er is quite filial. When I hurried to the east, he was still in the ancestral temple offering sacrifices to the two old dukes. I don't know what he was talking to the ancestors about, and he didn't come out for a long time. I remembered that the ancestors wanted to see his golden belt, so I called him out and quickly asked him to go see Sister Zhen first, and then I hurried over here."

What a trick!

Jia Rong glanced at Wang Xifeng and said, "My great-grandson wanted to bring the golden belt to the old lady after paying homage to the ancestors, but my aunt refused and insisted that I go to my mother first."

How could Grandmother Jia know their true situation? She smiled and said, "Your second aunt is the right one." As a duke, she had seen all kinds of belts. Seeing that the girls in the room were curious, she called everyone up.

Changing his usual expression, Jia Rong kindly introduced the person next to him and said, "This is your great-aunt from the Xue family."

Jia Rong first lowered his eyes to greet him, then raised his head to look.

I saw a dignified lady sitting next to me. She was wearing a gorgeous and exquisite dress, with no trace of age on her face. She was slightly plump, had a graceful manner, and a pair of big, gentle and beautiful eyes. She looked similar to Baochai, but more delicate than Baochai. Her skin was as white as cream, and her age was hard to tell. She looked like a gentle lady in her twenties.

She is so gentle and amiable, and very beautiful and charming.

Jia Rong was in a trance for a moment and thought to himself: Isn’t Aunt Xue over thirty years old?

Chapter 68: Gentle Aunt Xue

Everyone around was watching.

Jia Rong quickly came back to his senses and said with a smile, "I wish my great aunt good health. I saw my great aunt as soon as I entered the room, but I didn't dare to look directly at her because she was so young, for fear of breaking etiquette. I was also wondering who this person was. Why did she look similar to my aunt Xue, but she was a few years older than my aunt Xue. I was also suspicious just now, could it be that my aunt Xue has a biological sister?"

Which woman doesn’t like to be praised for being young and beautiful?

Aunt Xue was stunned for a moment, then she smiled as brightly as a bright flower, her big, gentle almond-shaped eyes glowing like a rainbow.

"Are you Rong'er from the east? I've often heard your aunt mention him in the past. She said that Rong'er from the east has a very good character. He is not only filial and considerate, but also ambitious."

If Aunt Xue had said something else, Jia Rong would not have believed it.

If the word "progress" is mentioned, it is basically certain that Xue Baochai must have mentioned it.

After all, among all the young ladies in Rongguo Mansion, only Xue Baochai would encourage others to make progress. Let's see whether Lin Daiyu would mention it, whether Wang Xifeng would care about others, and whether Tanchun and the others would say anything?

Only Baochai was warm-hearted. Whenever she saw someone falling into depravity, she would persuade him to stop.

Xue Baochai is the kind of person who takes Le Yangzi's wife as a role model and Empress Zhangsun as an example. She holds herself to high standards and also wants to hold those around her to high standards.

Jia Rong sighed inwardly and said with a smile: "If someone else said this, I would not believe it. But when my great-aunt said this, I believe it. My wife said today that the great-aunt of the Xue family is very kind and easy to get along with. She is just like our ancestor, who dotes on and cares for all the younger generations, regardless of whether they are from inside or outside the family."

This is the art of speaking.

Since you want to praise people, you can't praise just one person. The person with the highest status and prestige at the scene is Grandmother Jia, and the best art is to praise both Aunt Xue and Grandmother Jia at the same time.

really.

Aunt Xue's smile became even brighter, and even Lady Jia couldn't help laughing when she heard it.

Grandmother Jia snorted with a smile, "What a cunning guy! If you want to praise your great-aunt, just praise your great-aunt. Why are you dragging me into this? Yuanyang, don't let this cunning monkey stand. Give him a stool to sit on and stop his mouth."

There is a saying that goes, as long as you are successful, people around you will become easier to get along with.