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"Little Pan You'an, please say hello to the third master..."

"Xiao An, not bad, not bad!"

Pan An is a legendary ancient handsome man, Pan You'an... not to mention, he is really good-looking, no wonder he can make his cousin, a chess fan, so fascinated that he makes a big mistake.

"Hey, Third Master, if you have anything to do, just tell me, I will be filial to you through fire and water."

Jia Shan waved her hand and said with a smile: "There is no need to go through fire and water, as long as you can drive safely."

Pan Youan hurriedly smiled and said: "Don't worry, Third Master, driving a small car is the safest. Why don't you try it now?"

Jia Shan shook her head and said: "Forget it, let's do it tomorrow, remember to arrive at Mao time."

"Ah? Mao Shi..."

"What?"

Seeing that Jia Shan looked unhappy, Pan You'an said hurriedly: "Nothing, nothing, I will definitely be there on time."

"Go down."

Here Pan Youan has just walked out of the door, and is complaining secretly in his heart. He has never heard of anyone's servants getting up at midnight to serve, and which family's master doesn't sleep until midnight?

Just when he was full of complaints, a person came face to face. Pan Youan was so frightened that he bent down and saluted: "Second Master..."

"Huh?"

Jia Lian didn't pay attention to a mere boy at first, but because the other person's greeting voice was a bit harsh, he glanced sideways at him. This sight was immediately remarkable, and his heart felt really numb, and he couldn't move his eyes away.<

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Is there a young man with such an iconic appearance in the world?

"Looking at me, whose servant are you?"

Pan You'an hurriedly apologized with a careful smile: "I just came in today to help Mr. Shan go to school..."

"Oh... I just came in today." Jia Lian nodded and smiled: "No wonder I haven't seen it before. How about you follow me?"

Pan You'an was overjoyed when he heard this. Compared with Second Master Lian, Jia Shan is nothing. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "I am willing to follow Second Master, in front of me and behind me..."

Jia Lian smiled softly and said: "Okay, very good. Now you can follow me and wait in the study tonight."

Pan Youan was overjoyed. Being able to serve in the study was a job only a favored servant could have. It seemed that he had met a noble person today!

……

"Third Master, Second Master Lian said that there are only a few people around him recently, and Pan You'an happens to be a good fit, so he will stay here and arrange another driver for you."

Ping'er frowned slightly after hearing this, obviously dissatisfied with the fact that there were so many servants around Jia Lian and they were robbing each other.

Jia Shan said indifferently: "Okay, as long as there is someone who can drive." Since Pan Youan was attracted by Jia Lian, he might have another good fortune. Now he has to study and practice with Li Yuan.

I really don’t have time to pay attention to all this mess.

Suddenly, the boy who delivered the message left, and Jia Shan picked up the book and started reading under the lamp.

Ping'er watched for a while and saw that Jia Shan had no intention of writing, so he didn't help grind the ink. He took the needle and thread on the bed and began to sew carefully.

The outer clothes of the young ladies and even the maids in the mansion are all made by the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. If the situation allows, of course it is better to make the inner clothes yourself. And she is preparing to sew a small, close-fitting dress for Jia Shan. In the evening

Wear for sleeping.

The hot summer is coming to an end,

Autumn is coming.

Gotta add some clothes.

Jia Rong, the young master of Ningguo Mansion, relied on ginseng to survive. He couldn't eat or get out of bed. His consciousness was blurred and his whole body was so thin that he was almost out of shape.

Jia Zhen went from regret at the beginning to calmness later, and now she has gradually thought about it.

This son is still a little lucky!

There can only be one more person to inherit the family business...

"Daughter-in-law, my son is like this. You are still young, so I can't delay you... You, why don't you go live in the Mantou nunnery outside, I will have my own arrangements later..."

"Master, you..." Mrs. Qin sat in front of Jia Rong's bed and cried with tears in her eyes.

Jia Zhen sighed, looked at Mr. Qin with stern eyes and said: "I think he is probably useless. You don't have to be afraid. It's because he is unlucky. I...I, if you go over there, I will take good care of you."

Of!"

"No, sir, my husband... he will definitely get better..."

"You're so good. If it weren't for these ginseng plants hanging on for dear life, I would have stretched my legs a long time ago. The imperial doctor Qian'er came to see me again for a while. You wouldn't know it if you weren't around. The imperial doctor said I'm afraid I won't survive this winter!"

As she spoke, Jia Zhen was about to step forward and take Qin's hand. Qin Keqing hurriedly stepped back. She was drunk by Jia Zhen at first, and she was so dizzy that she was almost frivolous by Jia Zhen. Her embarrassed appearance happened to be...

When the husband saw it, he hung up Bai Ling out of shame and anger.

Now, with her husband still lying on the bed beside him, not knowing whether he is alive or dead, Jia Zhen actually wants to touch him again!

"Don't worry, I've already thought of a safe way." Seeing Mrs. Qin backing away like a frightened little rabbit, Jia Zhen chuckled and said, "When the time comes, you will live in the Mantou Nunnery, and in a year or two,

I will take you back to my house. This is nothing. Not to mention the distance, in recent Tang Dynasty, the Wu family served two generations of emperors, father and son."

"No, sir, I don't..."

"It's not up to you. Brother Rong is useless. I will have another son. When the time comes, you..."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Jia Rong, who was on the hospital bed, suddenly coughed violently. Her eyes widened as if they were reflecting back the light. She seemed to want to speak, but only the sound of coughing came out.

When Jia Zhen saw Jia Rong's eyes, which seemed to be fixed in death, she was a little panicked for a moment.

"Husband, husband..."

Qin Keqing lay on the bedside and cried twice, and Jia Rong suddenly stiffened...

……

"Uncle Xiao Rong of Dongfu is gone..."

……

"What!?"

"Ah!?"

"Hey, weren't you fine the past few days?"

At that time, everyone in the government knew about it.

Baoyu woke up from his sleep and said, "No, I have to go there." After saying that, he got up, asked for clothes and put them on. Xiren couldn't stop him, so he had to follow him out.

For a while, Baoyu met Jia Mu, who also advised: "The person who just died is not clean. The wind was strong at night. It won't be too late to go tomorrow morning."

Baoyu must have listened. Thinking about how fragile a person like Brother Rong's wife is, she still doesn't know how sad she is. He has to go and see her quickly and give her some comfort.

……

Here, Jia Shan, who has no ears to hear what is going on outside the window and only reads books about sages, also knows about it.

"Uncle Xiao Rong of Dongfu is gone..."

"Ah!?" Jia Shan asked in surprise: "Didn't you say you were healed a few days ago?"

Ping'er shook his head and sighed: "Who knows, I just heard that I got cold again recently, and I got sicker and sicker, and I couldn't bear it all of a sudden."

"Hey, I didn't expect that the banquet that I didn't finish last time was actually a farewell." Jia Shan was also very sad for a while, life is so fragile, and it will be gone in just one beating...

"You go to sleep, I'll go over and take a look!"

Alas, from now on,

There is another pretty widow in the family...
Chapter completed!