The filial son of the Red Mansion

Jia Rong leaned on Ping'er's shoulders and said, "I have thought about it in my heart, but if we drive them all away, there will be no one in charge of Ningguo Mansion. Even if we promote people from below, it will take a long time for them to become proficient. Even if we recruit people from outside, they will not be as good as the people we have now."

Ping Er looked sideways and asked, "What are your plans now, Master?"

Jia Rong shrugged and said, "It all depends on what Lai Sheng does. If Lai Sheng does a good job, I won't have to worry about it. They only have the right to use the things they were rewarded with. If Lai Sheng doesn't do a good job, we can take back their right to use them."

The problem now falls into Lai Sheng's hands.

This is Lai Sheng's token of allegiance.

Ping'er suddenly felt a little cold in her heart. She was also a servant, a maid. The rewards given by the master could be taken back at any time. Don't be fooled by the fact that she is now well-dressed and bright, and can eat and live with the master; you never know when this respectability will be gone, and the rewards that were once given to her will be taken back in the blink of an eye.

A few days ago, Qianxue was angry because Baoyu's tea was drunk by his nanny, which made Baoyu want to drive Nanny Li away. In the end, there was a commotion in Baoyu's room, and Qianxue was driven out with a reason.

When Ping'er thinks about it now, she feels even worse.

In the past, Qianxue's status was not much worse than hers, and she was the head maid in Master Bao's room. But when she was driven out, she could not take away any of the rewards she had received. She even asked for favors to let Qianxue take the old clothes she had been given.

Such is the fate of servants: they come naked and leave naked.

"Why are you frowning, Sister Ping'er? Is there any mistake today?" When Jia Rong saw Ping'er's expression, he asked like a good student who was eager to learn.

Ping'er felt empty inside and overwhelmed with emotion. She said, "Master has done a great job today. Even if Second Madam came, it might not be much better."

How can it not be beautiful?

Lai Sheng was holding these things in his hand, feeling very embarrassed. Today, Jia Rong gave him a hot matter, so he had to help.

What is good?

Although Master Xiaorong didn't say it, he, the chief steward of Ning Mansion, knew it very well:

First, we must not damage the reputation of Ningguo Mansion;

Second, we must not harm Uncle Xiaorong’s reputation for kindness and goodness;

Third, we must punish and teach those housekeepers who deceive their superiors a lesson to satisfy Master Xiaorong.

Lai Sheng sighed helplessly. In the past, he seemed to know nothing, but he was a noble boy after all, and he had been with Second Madam Lian since he was a child, so how could he not have some tricks and schemes?

This is difficult! The Lai family is going to offend all the other housekeepers in the mansion this time.

Lai Sheng shook the papers in his hand, picked out two or three dishonest housekeepers, and ordered, "Call in the strong young ones and take them to their residence. Don't damage anything in the mansion on the way."

The butlers in the hall were all stunned, and it took them a while to understand what Butler Lai Sheng was doing.

One of them saw the servant next to him coming up with a stick, and said in panic: "Manager Lai, we have been filial to you in the past. Master Xiaorong has said that he will not hold grudges for the past, so don't think about doing anything behind Master Xiaorong's back!"

Another person also stood up in a hurry and tried to go outside, shouting, "I want to see Master Xiaorong, I want to see the Madam."

Everyone knows that the lady in the mansion is the most kindhearted, like a bodhisattva, and never blames the servants. Moreover, Master Xiao Rong did not say to punish them today, and Lai Sheng was disobeying the master's order and carrying out private punishment.

Unfortunately, no one can leave or escape.

How could he be a stupid person to be a housekeeper in Ningguo Mansion? It’s just that there are always people who still hold on to a little hope when they are about to die.

The remaining person saw the situation clearly and fell to his knees in a daze. He knew that this time it was over, completely over. Even if he was not beaten to death or sent to the government office, he would never be able to live the good life he had now.

The other housekeepers who were not named were also terrified and felt a chill on their backs. Master Xiaorong was indeed different from Master Zhen in the past. Everyone thought to themselves and were glad that they were still well behaved in the past.

Jia Rong was always wondering, what exactly are the rules?

Some people say that rules are laws, regulations, and etiquette.

So what is law? What is rule? What is etiquette?

If rules are used by a minority to restrict the majority, are they still rules?

If etiquette and law are used by the superstructure to regulate the lower level, then are etiquette and law still etiquette and law?

he does not know.

He only knew that Ping'er's hands were very special, not as soft as Wang Xifeng's, nor as gentle as Qin Keqing's.

Ping'er's hands were strong, but not rough at all, still very delicate. There wasn't too much flesh on her hands, just the right amount, and it was very comfortable to hold.

Jia Rong, however, was not satisfied with just holding hands.

Ping'er was still talking: "Just ask them to be loyal. We'll intimidate them today, and we'll reward them tomorrow on Dragon Boat Festival. Grandma always says that everyone has selfish desires, so we have to seize their selfishness and use both kindness and force to make them always work for us. Intimidation and punishment alone will never win the hearts of the people, not to mention that such a family needs to have a decent reputation the most."

As she was talking, Ping'er felt hot.

Hot and stuffy.

The stuffiness in the carriage and the stuffiness in my heart.

I knew that Uncle Xiaorong was going to do something bad when he got in the car!

This bad guy.

Ping'er had a lot of feelings in her heart when she said this, but now all the feelings were gone. She only felt hot and stuffy all over.

In the weather during the Dragon Boat Festival, how could it not be hot for two people to sit on top of each other in a narrow carriage?

This old man's hands are still doing weird things everywhere.

"Master." Ping'er said coquettishly. In the afternoon, seeing Master's behavior, I thought that Master had changed, but in fact, he had not changed at all.

Jia Rong's hands finally stopped at Ping'er's belly.

The belly is soft, like cotton. With a gentle touch, you can hold a thin and delicate layer of skin.

His movements were gentle, and he could clearly feel the person in his arms warming up, her delicate skin quietly heating up.

Ping'er groaned, her limbs suddenly stiffened, and her heart felt hot. The most terrible thing was the master's head, buried in her soft hair, and the heat rushed straight to her neck and penetrated into her skin bit by bit.

"Is the master listening?" Ping'er hummed softly.

He was so studious that of course he listened. Not only did he take it to heart, he also had plans in mind.

Chapter 74: Wish Come True

Ping'er's body was burning hot, her eyes were getting more and more hazy, and the humming sound in her mouth seemed to be about to burst out of her throat at any time. She was holding it back, not because she was unwilling to follow Master Xiaorong's wishes.

If she didn't want to, she wouldn't be held in Xiao Rong's arms. She had never let Jia Lian touch her fingers before.

I never thought about becoming a second wife, third wife, concubine, or grandmother.

However, this was in a carriage, a shaking and bumpy carriage. On the other side of the wall was the Ningguo Mansion, and on the other side lived the relatives of the Ning and Rong Mansions.

How can the most important time in life be spent in such a situation?

She twisted her body and hummed, trying to get rid of the tight embrace. But the bad guy behind her, sensing her movements, hugged her even tighter. Several fingers had already pressed into her soft skin.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth on the back of her neck, as if she was cast into a spell, unable to move. She just shivered slightly, her face was as red as the rosy clouds, and the heat on her cheeks had never been so intense.

The bright little mouth opened slightly and an unintentional whisper came out of the nose.

"Master." Her eyes were like water, and she turned back to look at Jia Rong coquettishly and shyly. Her bright red lips opened and closed, and the breath that flowed out from them was also hot.

Jia Rong took a deep breath, and the orchid-like fragrance that entered his nostrils was very light and elegant, with a hint of the sweet scent of gardenia and the soft and warm fragrance from Ping'er's delicate body.

These scents mixed together make people's hearts flutter wildly.

What a wonderful person! Her well-proportioned figure makes her body soft, soft and warm. Ping'er's weight is also just right.

She was not as slender and graceful as Qin Keqing, and she always felt that she lacked some charm when held in one's arms. Although Wang Xifeng was also suitable, her figure was not as tall as Ping'er's.

Only when she sat on Ping'er's legs did you realize how beautiful they were. No, not just the legs, but also the plump buttocks connected to the well-proportioned and round legs.

It’s so wonderful to hug a figure like this.

Jia Rong felt like he was playing with the softest, smoothest and softest cotton doll, feeling extremely comfortable.

Ping'er is really a great treasure. No wonder I liked her the most when I read books before, and now I always want to get close to her. There is a great reason for this. In this feudal era, girls started to get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and those who got married at the age of eighteen or nineteen were considered rare. Ping'er is in her early twenties and is still a tender virgin, which is really rare.

At this time, a woman in her early twenties not only has the charm of a mature woman, but also the shyness of an inexperienced little girl, as well as that indescribable but real charm.

"Master, this is Ningrong Street." Ping'er's soft voice came.

Jia Rong's heart was filled with a few more waves. He could actually hear the voices of people coming and going on the street behind Ning Rong, and he suddenly woke up from the fire.

Ouch, what's wrong with me?

Although she had been with Wang Xifeng in the carriage before, Ping'er was not Fengjie after all, and her face was not as thick as Wang Xifeng's. Besides, Ping'er was still young and pretty, and if she did it directly in the carriage, she would not only be sorry for Ping'er, but also for herself.

Precious and beautiful things should naturally be tasted in a good place with a beautiful environment.

We must never make the same mistake as Wang Xifeng did last time.

Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, a good day. They will all be having a drink at Ningguo Mansion. If it gets late, they will ask Wang Xifeng and Ping'er to stay overnight.

That taste!

Ping'er felt that the hand that was playing tricks on her suddenly stopped, and she turned her head to take a peek. She saw that his eyes were slightly narrowed, and a smug smile appeared on his face. She didn't know what tricks he was up to.

Although I have already accepted Uncle Xiaorong in my heart and have developed some affection for him, I can't just blindly follow him in the car.

What happened?

She felt ashamed and shy, and quietly stood up and moved aside. Little did she know that Jia Rong was thinking about playing erotic games with her in Tianxiang Tower tomorrow.

"Good sister, please tidy up your clothes quickly." Jia Rong said seriously, and his hands really started to tidy up Ping'er's clothes in a mess.

Ping Er was stunned and looked at him shyly, and a little sweetness rose in her heart. This bad guy has now learned his limits and knows how to pity me. He has really changed a lot. Thinking back carefully, it is true that this bad guy has been changing.

From being a dandy and stupid boy in the past, to being cunning and smooth-talking, to being caring and filial, to practicing riding and shooting during mourning, to being in charge of the Ning Mansion's foreign affairs manager today, and to being patient from now on.

Ping'er didn't know how these changes happened step by step, but they were all changes for the better.

It is said that it is easier to learn bad things than to learn good things. Women are usually moved by the prodigal son's return and the dude's change of heart.

Now Master Xiao Rong has a little bit of the demeanor of a duke from the Duke's Mansion, and he is much stronger than the other dukes from the two mansions. The more Ping'er thought about it, the hotter her face became, and the more strange she felt in her heart. Seeing him pretending to tidy up his clothes, the warmth and sweetness in her heart gradually rose.

No wonder he succeeded in getting the better of my Second Wife.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" She didn't know why she asked this question. She even felt distressed in her heart, which was extremely strange.

Jia Rong grinned and said, "How can I feel uncomfortable sitting with my sister? I feel so happy. It's just... sometimes I don't listen to you. It will be fine soon."

Ping'er hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand cautiously.

hiss!

Gentle little hands gently untied the sweat towel.

Jia Rong's eyes sparkled with colorful lights, and he was overjoyed. He said, "Good sister, please help me, don't be so arrogant, it makes me feel worse."