[There is a wine bureau in the evening, if you drink less, there will be another more, if you drink too much. . . 】
A few scallion white jade fingers gently pushed, and the cold air suddenly broke through the window.
Although Wang Xifeng shivered involuntarily, the pair of green luan Danfeng did not blink, staring at the inner study in the southeast.
Two years ago, it had been used as Jia Lian's dormitory, but this time he returned from Ziwangjiang Tower, and Zi also rested in it.
What can you see through the door panel
However, the chill in Wang Xifeng's eyes was still growing.
Although the father-in-law Jia She was shameless and vulgar, he had wolf ambitions towards her, and even intended to take advantage of the situation, which almost ruined her innocence.
But really, what Wang Xifeng hates most is Jia Lian!
As a man, he wants to be subdued!
I didn't go home all day and all night before, but I managed to get home, and I haven't communicated with myself for a while, all I want is to recruit 'wild men' at home!
How many times have you been evil in your life to cultivate such an enemy? !
The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Wang Xifeng closed the window with a bang, and took a few steps to the front of the bed. With her backhand, she pushed open the layers of silk drapes, and rubbed the turban wrapped in the plain red cicada wing gauze. on the edge of the bed.
At the same time, the hem of the knee-length skirt is one point to the left, and the two jade pieces are also set aside like long legs, firmly supporting the gourd-like body.
Nen Ling was like two soles of feet, and somehow broke free from the embroidered shoes, and ten toes like silkworm babies pecked lightly one after another on the vamp.
Amorous feelings and tenderness were perfectly blended on her body for a while.
So that Ping'er, who came in with the copper basin, couldn't help but feel slightly absent-minded when facing Wang Xifeng.
However, seeing the deep resentment on her face, her full of surprise suddenly turned into a silent sigh.
Since ancient times, what a lifeless beauty!
Gently placed the copper basin filled with warm water on the wooden shelf, Ping'er turned around and was waiting to ask Wang Xifeng if she wanted to start washing.
Wang Xifeng suddenly raised his head and asked with burning eyes, "You said that if I were at the banquet and directly exposed the second master's mind, how would the second son of the Sun family react?"
As she said that, she seemed to have thought of the embarrassing situation at that time, and a burst of joy appeared on her face.
"This… "
Ping'er frowned slightly, and then softly persuaded: "Grandma finally let go, but how can I provoke the second master again?"
"Put it down? Ha, ha ha!"
Wang Xifeng sneered several times as if he had heard a big joke, and then gnashed his teeth again: "If it wasn't for him, how could that one ear dare to be so presumptuous? Besides, the father's debt is repaid, isn't it just right?! "
"Could it be that if I only allow his father and son to spoil me, I can't spoil their good deeds?!"
Seeing her talking, the ten toes coated with cardamom were also deeply digging into the embroidered shoes.
In addition to breaking Jia Lian's filthy thoughts, it may not be a bad thing for Sun Shaozong, so after a while of silence, she took the initiative to change the subject: "Is it serving grandma to wash now, or?"
Wang Xifeng didn't answer, just got up and opened his arms.
Ping'er and her master and servant have been with her for many years. Naturally, they knew what they were saying. They hurriedly took out a new apron and other items from the cupboard. Then, they stepped forward and took off the nightgown of the plain red cicada's wing yarn. It looked like a white sheep. of…
…
After about half an hour, the master and servant finally packed up and walked out of the main room.
At this time, Wang Xifeng didn't see any resentment or depression, but only a charming and noble air, and a smile that seemed to be warm but actually alienated.
Originally, the two masters and servants were going to go to the small hall of the west wing to have a light meal, and then go to the front yard to deal with the housework of the Rongguo Mansion.
It's just that before breakfast was over, the second wife, Madam Wang, sent her maid Yuchuan over to spread the word: Jia Zheng, you will be going to Beijing in the afternoon!
Although the decree to summon Jia Zheng back to Beijing had already been posted a month ago, the news still seemed a bit abrupt.
Logically speaking, shouldn't they send someone to notify the government two or three days in advance
Although there are some complaints in his heart, now Jia Zheng's position in Rongguo Mansion is very different from before, and Wang Xifeng naturally dare not neglect it.
So while making an agreement with Mrs. Wang to meet in front of Jia's mother, the two brothers Jia Lian and Jia Cong were informed.
Another half an hour later, several carriages rushed out of Rongguo Mansion, with Jia Lian and Jia Baoyu at the head, followed by Jia Huan, Jia Cong, and Jia Lan's uncle and nephew.
The team marched out of the inner city in a mighty manner, rushing non-stop to the Dongbianmen pier.
Outside the East Bianmen, it was almost noon, and a tyrant had already booked a nearby restaurant for the rest and food of the young masters.
The five uncles and nephews were sitting upstairs by the window, looking down at the pier, which was crowded with people and stretched with thousands of sails.
Jia Cong has the most dry personality. Seeing that his brothers were silent, he twisted back and forth on the chair a few times, and finally couldn't help but ask: "You said, why didn't the second uncle say hello in advance and go out? I still listened to my ancestors complaining."
Jia Lian squinted at him and motioned him to shut up, but his eyes unconsciously brought out some charming, not only did not let Jia Cong obey, but aroused a pimple all over him.
"Is this..."
Jia Baoyu thought about it for a while, but he couldn't get it to the point. In the end, he could only shake his head and say, "Master has his reasons for this arrangement. Let's..."
"starving!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Jia Huan next to him started making trouble: "Zhou Guan's house, why don't you serve food? Are we really going to starve to death?!"
Zhou Rui smiled next to him: "Second Master said that he will be arriving in the afternoon, and he may not be able to eat on the boat. If my brother is hungry, why don't you have a few snacks first?"
Having said that, he ordered someone to put the desserts brought from the house on a plate and put them on the table.
Jia Huan was still a little unhappy, but was reprimanded by Jia Lian—this time he finally held back and didn't show his motherhood.
I sat like this for about half an hour, and when it was almost time, I saw an official boat with the name 'Jiangxi Xuezheng-Jia' swinging from the southeast water.
"Come, come, the second master is here!"
Everyone cheered in unison, and they rushed downstairs one by one, crowded towards the pier.
Emotionally, Jia Baoyu also forgot his fear of his father. He stood on tiptoe and looked out on the pier excitedly, wishing he could be reunited with his father immediately.
But seeing the official ship approaching, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.
On the bow of the official ship, in addition to Jia Zheng standing with his hands behind his back, there was also a pretty woman holding a child.
Aunt Zhao gave birth to another son in Jiangxi? !
This matter was hidden from the dead, and I don't know how the mother who was waiting in the house would react after learning the news.