Chapter 678 Sister Feng: Oh my God, it’s broad daylight and there are so many people coming and going.
Rongguo Mansion
But she avoids people coming when she meets her, which is obviously not Sister Feng's usual temperament. The embroidered shoes under her skirt are gently moved in lotus steps. When approaching, the charming young woman has a smile on her face, just like the ivy on the flower wall.
Morning Glory asked: "Brother Heng, are you here?"
Jia Heng nodded and looked at Sister Feng, who had a bright face and white lips and white teeth. She was a young woman in her early twenties. Because it was summer, she was wearing a vermilion gown with golden plum blossoms, a plum blossom tube top, and a pink skirt. It was quite eye-catching.
A bit pretty and bright.
Jia Heng said softly: "It won't be long before there is a big opera. The government can hire a theater troupe."
Sister Feng smiled and looked carefully at the tall and tall young man. When she caught a glimpse of a faint smile in the deep eyes under the resolute eyebrows, she couldn't help but be shaken.
I couldn't help but think of the handkerchief that night, which was like a rough, gentle palm. Thinking of this, there was something strange in my heart. I quickly suppressed the strangeness in my heart and gently moved the heels of the embroidered shoes under the skirt together.
Under the slender eyebrows of Liu Ye, the young woman's bright and lively red phoenix eyes were filled with water. She said with a chuckle: Brother Heng, what I'm talking about is, why don't we set up a theater troupe of our own? Whoever gives birth usually has the troupe sing,
There’s no need to invite people outside, I ordered Brother Qiang the day before yesterday to go south to buy opera singers.”
"Jia Qiang?" Jia Heng asked, frowning with a look of surprise on his face.
Jia Qiang and Jia Rong had always been good friends and often hung out together. Jia Rong went to Jinling to attend the funeral of his father. As Jia Zhen had been "bullied", Jia Qiang naturally did not accompany him and still lived in Beijing.
Jia Heng's eyes flashed and he asked: "I remembered. I saw him during the ancestor worship ceremony the day before yesterday. Earlier, a member of the clan went to the capital camp. He did not join the army. What has he been busy with recently?"
Sister Feng smiled and said: "Brother Qiang was worried about this blind man, so he didn't go to the military camp. Besides, he didn't like to study, so he worked as a comprador in the clan and helped the family.
To take care of the outside affairs, he asked me for a job planting trees in the garden not long ago, and he planted all the flowers and trees in the garden."
When Jia Heng heard this, his face was calm and he thought about it, but he didn't feel strange at all.
In fact, Jia Rong and Jia Qiang quite obeyed Sister Feng's orders in the original work, and Sister Feng ordered them to torture Jia Rui to death.
Well, I wonder if Jia Rui teased Sister Feng? Probably not, otherwise with Sister Feng’s ruthless character, Jia Rui’s life would still be there?
In fact, I am a little curious about the details of the Feng Yue Baojian?
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said: "It doesn't matter if you are a comprador in the clan. Fortunately, everything goes smoothly and you don't have to take any risks."
Jia Qiang did not join the army and practice martial arts, nor was he forced to do so. Everyone has his own ambitions, and not everyone is willing to raise his head to his waist. There were also several members of the Shuzhi clan who were unwilling to join the army at first, and they helped Ningguo Mansion purchase rice grains.
The fruit is sparse, so don’t worry.
Sister Feng nodded and said, "That's the way to say it."
Jia Heng stared at Sister Feng, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly took a few steps closer.
"Brother Heng." Sister Feng's heart skipped a beat when she looked at the young man who suddenly approached. She felt that the young man's Qingjun face was a little clearer than before. Under the wingless crown with a mountain shape, he had resolute brows and clear eyes underneath.
However, there seemed to be a serious look in his eyes.
Sister Feng's throat rolled, and she wanted to say something, but she found that her mouth seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't utter a word. She wanted to move, but it seemed like there were nails under her feet. As she breathed closer, shadows came over her.
, my heart beats wildly.
Oh my god, it's broad daylight and there are so many people coming and going
Danfeng glanced around with the corner of his eye. This was a corridor leading to the backyard. It was surrounded by flower walls hanging with vines and Xueli. Usually the maids rarely visited it.
However, Jia Heng stood still one step away from Sister Feng, reached out and picked up a leaf from the shoulder of Sister Feng, waved it in front of the young woman's eyes, his face was as calm as Xuan Shui, and said slowly: "Sister-in-law Feng, leaf."
Sister Feng: "???"
But it was when Sister Feng went to relieve herself alone earlier that she bumped into a flower tree growing out of the wall when she got up. The leaves clung to the young woman's shoulders and led her out.
phoenix
My sister came back to her senses and looked at the serious-looking young man, his eyes wandering on the leaves of the flowers and trees. She felt a sense of shame rising from the bottom of her heart because she had just been distracted. The red phoenix eyes under the willow eyebrows were condensed, and her face was as bright as
Two blushes appeared on Tao Rui's cheeks. Her past quick wits were of no use at this moment. She just said softly in a daze: "Oh."
"Let's go have lunch. It's time for the old lady to call you later." Jia Heng's face was expressionless, and he suppressed the distracting thoughts about whether or not, but he did vote veto for ***.
However, Sister Feng looked like she was not in her right mind. Didn't she sleep well yesterday?
Jia Heng and Sister Feng walked along the corridor, and they were silent all the way. Sister Feng, who used to be so charming and chatty, suddenly became silent, and the atmosphere was naturally a bit strange.
Sister Feng walked slowly, holding her handkerchief and pursed her lips. She clearly hesitated several times. She wanted to say thank you for what happened that day, but she didn't know where to start. She couldn't help but glance at the person walking in front of her.
juvenile.
It seems that he has just come back from the Yamen, and the python robe is still on his body. The white lining under his neck is as white as snow, contrasting with the black and red python robe with red flames like fire. The jade belt tied around the young man's waist has exquisite patterns and patterns.
His body is as tall and straight as a orchid tree or a majestic mountain peak.
Well, what are you thinking about again?
There are differences between some things that have happened and those that have not happened. In the past, Jia Heng rose to prominence in the court and dominated the Rong and Ning mansions. For Sister Yu Feng, she was more shocked by a peer, but it was difficult to feel different.
This kind of thinking, to put it bluntly, does not even regard Jia Heng as a man, but as a symbol, let alone a romantic and romantic person, but after the handkerchief incident the day before yesterday.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, slowed down a bit, looked at Sister Feng, who was a few steps behind, and asked: "Sister-in-law Feng, are you okay?" Sister Feng, who had always been talkative, suddenly became mute, and she was somewhat uncomfortable.
Sister Feng was silent for a moment, then she quickly responded with a smile: "Yeah, it's good." Her voice was slightly trembling, and she clearly lost her usual care.
Jia Heng nodded and said, "That's good."
After a moment of silence, he paused and said warmly: "There is still a long way to go, Sister-in-law Feng needs to look forward." To be honest, the Rongguo Mansion really cannot do without a well-rounded person like Sister Feng to take charge of the affairs of the back house.
Sister Feng's beautiful face paused slightly, nodded, and said softly: "Let Brother Heng worry about it." At noon in midsummer, the young man's gentle words fell on his ears, and his thoughts inevitably became complicated.
After Jia Heng said this, he did not continue to talk about it. You must always pay attention to propriety when you are under the melon field.
Just as the two were talking, a girl with a duck-oval face, a slim figure, slender eyebrows, and shiny black braids suddenly walked up from under the eaves of the Moon Gate. She said with a smile: "Second Grandma,
Uncle Heng and the old lady are waiting in the hall."
Jia Heng followed the sound and looked at Yuanyang. His eyes were warm, and he felt a sense of apology in his heart. He had been really busy these days, and he still hasn't talked to Yuanyang alone since he came back.
Under Jia Heng's meaningful gaze, Yuanyang lowered her eyebrows and did not dare to meet the young man's appraising gaze. The girl knew that Jia Heng was busy with affairs and had no time to stay warm, so she had no resentment in her heart.
Sister Feng smiled and said, "I'm going to go there now."
As they spoke, everyone headed to the hall where the banquet was being held. Shi Ding, Jia Zheng, and Baoyu all stood up to greet Jia Heng when they saw him coming.
After a banquet that ended at noon, Jia Heng said a few words to Shi Ding and sent him out of the gate of Rongguo Mansion. Jia Heng returned to the mansion and thought about it.
Before leaving for Yangzhou, it is necessary to meet each of them, express their sincere feelings after farewell, and linger in the gentle countryside. As the saying goes, a man's ambition is like the Yangtze River rushing to the sea, how can he linger in the gentle countryside?
Yuanyang had just served Jia Mu and lay down on the bed. When she returned to her room, she saw the attacker sitting in the room, looking at him with a smile.
"If you don't serve your eldest girl, why are you here?" Yuanyang sat down and asked with a smile.
Xiren said softly: "The eldest lady has just gone to the eldest princess's house. Besides, I am at the eldest lady's place and have nothing to do, so I came over to see you."
The mandarin duck stretched out his hand to invite me: "Sit over here."
Xiren sat down on the embroidery couch, picked up the needlework that Yuanyang was working on, and said softly: "Sister, what are you embroidering?"
"A fan cover embroidered for someone." Yuanyang said softly, took a plate of watermelon with red soil and black spots, put it on the kang table, and said with a smile: "Eat some watermelon to quench your thirst, it's quite hot today."
The attacker put down the fan cover in his hand, thanked him, looked at the girl with envy, and said with a chuckle: "My brother just came here to look for me, he wants to go home tomorrow."
"Young lady, I'm sure you can agree. Why do you think so well about going back?" Yuanyang asked with concern.
Xiren chuckled. The twenty-eight-year-old girl's cheeks were rosy. She didn't apply much makeup, and her youth was already the best makeup. She said, "It's nothing. I just wanted to go back and have a look. Come to think of it, after the New Year,
, I haven’t been back for half a year.”
Yuanyang nodded and said: "It's okay to go back and have a look. Your home is in Chang'an City. Even if I want to go back, I can't. My family is all in Jinling."
Xiren said softly: "Sister Yuanyang hasn't been back for so many years, so it's time to go to Jinling to visit relatives."
"I was thinking about finding a time to talk to the old lady, but the old lady can't live without someone here." Yuanyang saw a trace of helplessness on his face and sighed quietly.
Xiren smiled and said as if joking: "How about you talk to the old lady and you go to Jinling to visit relatives, and I come over to take care of the old lady?"
"That's fine, I'm just afraid that the eldest lady will think you are considerate and considerate and won't let you go." Yuanyang smiled, looked at the attacker, chuckled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
She knew that something must be wrong if she was looking for her at this time.
Xiren sighed quietly and said softly: "The big girl doesn't use me much. Of course, after all, it's not like I grew up with the big girl holding Qin in my arms."
Whether it was Yuanchun going to Jinyang Princess Mansion or having a tryst with Jia Heng, Xiren was obviously an eyesore, so he was screened out. Yuanyang's eyes flashed, and upon hearing this, he asked with a smile: "Young lady has always been generous, don't misunderstand me.
What?」
Xiren whispered: "There is no misunderstanding. Maybe I am used to playing Baoqin. I am the one who came later."
Yuanyang looked across at the girl who grew up with him, hesitated for a moment, and said: "There is no shortage of people here, old lady. If you think about it, it's not impossible. I am still in need of helpers. You have always been
You are considerate and capable, and you can help a lot when you come here. It's just that you came from the older girl's side in such a good way, and in the eyes of others, they thought you had suffered something."
She could guess some of the hidden thoughts of this sister who had been growing up since she was a child. She was just following the older girl, which would not lead to a good outcome.
Thinking of this, Yuanyang said softly: "Instead of going back to the old lady, it's better to go back to the second master. My wife's anger at the beginning is almost gone. It doesn't matter if you go over and serve her again."
"I don't want to go to the second master's place." Xiren's jade face changed slightly and she said quickly. Yuanyang was finally a little surprised this time, and felt confused for a moment.
In the whole house, apart from the second master, is there any other good place for Xiren to go?
There was a faint look on Xiren's rosy face, and she said, "Since my wife has kicked me out, and the second master didn't say anything about letting me go back, I can't go back again."
When she was kicked out, the second master didn't even say a word. Later, when Jin Chuan was kicked out, the second master still didn't say a word. But now, who can she talk to about her worries?
It would be a good place to go to Dongfu like Qingwen, but everyone wants to go to that good place, and she is facing many difficulties now.
In the eldest girl's place, the eldest girl and her wife were talking about becoming a monk and not getting married the day before yesterday. The maid who had grown up carrying Qin had to go to the nunnery with her. She was afraid that in the future she would probably marry a boy randomly in the front yard.
Yuanyang frowned and said thoughtfully, "Why don't you go to Uncle Heng's place?"
Xiren was having a lot of thoughts when he heard the words. He couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He felt as if something had been stabbed into his heart. His cherry teeth almost bit his lower lip until it turned pale and bloodless. He wanted to deny it, but he kept mumbling.
But then he heard Yuanyang continue: "Why don't I ask Uncle Heng what he thinks again before he comes over? He has a way."
Only then did he realize it, he listened a little bit, and softly said "hmm": "That's fine."
It seems that Sister Yuanyang doesn't know what's on her mind.
Looking at the sister who grew up with him, her brows were gloomy and she looked worried. Yuanyang had some suspicions and sighed secretly.
As expected, Xiren has not changed at all. When Xiren went to Baoyu's room, not only did the old lady value her thoughtfulness, but it was also the result of her active planning.
It's not that there's any disgust, it's just that people go to higher places and water flows to lower places.
While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a familiar voice outside, saying, "Is Yuanyang inside?"
"Yes." Yuanyang couldn't help but see joy in his eyes, and he got up.
Jia Heng walked into the wing and caught a glimpse of Xi Ren beside him. He was startled and said, "Is Xi Ren here too?"
"Uncle, you guys are talking, I still have something to do." Xiren's cheeks were red with embarrassment, he got up and walked away as if running away. Jiaheng looked at Xiren's figure disappearing behind the screen, his brows slightly furrowed, and there was an expression on his face.
Out of thought.
Yuanyang raised his eyes and looked at the boy in the python suit, and explained: "Uncle, Xi Ren came to talk to me and said he wanted to go home to visit relatives." Jia Heng nodded, turned around, came closer, and pulled him over naturally.
Yuanyang's hand asked, "Just go home and visit relatives."
In fact, to some extent, Xi Ren's return home is Xi Ren's version of Yuan Fei's marriage visit. Then Bao Yu goes to Xi Ren's house. Xi Ren takes Bao Yu and takes out the piece of psychic jade to show the psychological motivation behind it to everyone watching.
It’s also quite entertaining.
Yuanyang's beautiful brows showed a hint of shyness, and she symbolically pulled away from Jia Heng's hand. She had already been intimate with Jia Heng before. The two sat down on the kang beside them and said softly: "She may be worried about the future.
Please talk to me about the matter."
Jia Heng smiled and pretended to be puzzled: "What will happen in the future?"
Yuanyang sat sideways, lowered his head on his embroidered shoes, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, maybe you don't know that when we are older, the maids in the mansion will be betrothed, and the master of the mansion is kind enough to let the maids marry him."
Young men who are mean to others are randomly matched with young men outside. Some young men are unmotivated and eat wine and gamble. If they lose money all day long, they hit their wives."
Jia Heng gently took Yuanyang's hand, looked at the girl with fair skin and capable temperament, and asked, "Why don't you let her go and marry someone outside?"
In fact, he knew the reason, he just wanted to hear what Yuanyang had to say.
"The slave contract is held in the house, and I can't help myself. Besides, the world is difficult, and there is no way to survive outside. No matter what happens in the house, the master has a share, and they have half. Master, look at the mothers in each room.
, There is no serious wife who is decent and honorable, and is better than ordinary people." Yuanyang's jade forehead as white as snow can be seen with thoughts, her voice is delicate and sweet, just like an oriole coming out of the valley, and her features and eyes can be seen as capable and sharp.
In fact, the maids in the Jia Mansion were all young maids in the past, and then they married the servants in the manor and gave birth to children. Jia Heng nodded and said, "That seems to be the case."
Yuanyang said: "If the one with a better color is chosen by the man, he will climb a high branch and become an aunt. It will be like having a son and a half daughter."
As he said this, he suddenly realized that many people might have been swept in, including himself, but he pursed his lips and remained silent.
Jia Heng gently pulled the tall girl over her shoulders, and leaned close to the girl's ear. His voice was as cold as a mountain spring with a hint of joking, and he whispered in a low voice: "When will Aunt Jin give me a baby?"
Children and half a daughter?"
mandarin duck:"."
The hot air and ridicule in her ears made her feel ashamed for a moment. She turned her head to the side and trembled: "What are you talking about, sir?" At this moment, she felt a shadow approaching, and a softness hit her lips.
When Yuanyang heard this, her delicate body felt as if she had been struck by thunder, and she immediately closed her eyes. The eyelashes as dense as orchid grass under her curved eyebrows gently covered her beautiful face with several freckles, a layer of crimson clouds climbed up and passed by.
After a while, even the earlobes gradually turned red.
After a while, Jia Heng looked at the beautiful girl. He admired the strong and determined mandarin duck in the original work, and asked: "I wrote you a letter, why didn't you reply to me?"
Yuanyang's jade face was slightly red, she pursed Yinglan's lips, and said in a trembling voice: "It's not convenient for me to serve the old lady." Jia Heng gently pulled Yuanyang over and whispered: "Then you miss me these days.
Are you done yet?"
They had been intimate before. He and Yuanyang should be a couple who had just established a relationship and had not been together for a long time. The prerequisite for archiving was to keep a record.
Yuanyang's oval face, as white as snow, was almost flushed with shame, and even the freckles on both sides of her cheeks seemed to be awkward. It was obviously difficult for the girl to say those intimate words.
Jia Heng didn't force it. Everyone's temperament is different, their acquaintance stage is different, and their reactions are naturally different.
After thinking for a while, he whispered: "Let's talk about the attack. She was serving in the Baoyu House and she was a first-class maid. It is said that if there is no accident in the future, there should be a good result.
Baoyu is going to be a concubine or something, but unfortunately the second wife was angry with her and kicked her out, and then kicked out Jinchuan, and now she is nowhere to be found."
Yuanyang turned to look at the young man and whispered: "Uncle Heng knows?"
Also, when he does such big things outside, he has a thorough understanding of the people's hearts outside. How can he not know the little thoughts of people in the back house?
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "Let her not be too impatient. Many of the young people in the clan are promising. If she is willing, she will always have her destiny, and she will not be matched with a boy casually."
In this era where slaves are like property, a marriage is just a word from the master.
"She has been good-looking since she was a child, has good ideas, and maybe she has her own plans in mind. Besides," Yuanyang sighed softly, said, glanced at the young man in the python suit, and said softly: "Now there is a most beautiful person in the house.
Okay, since she has seen him before, she may not be interested in that ordinary person."
She had some vague guesses that Xiren might have fallen in love with him, otherwise he wouldn't have been so coy just now. Besides, he was the unmatched one in the Rongning and Ning mansions.
Jia Heng was speechless for a moment, glanced at Yuanyang's duck-oval face, thought for a while, and said: "Otherwise, Sister Lin is short of maids to serve her, so let her go over and serve her wholeheartedly. After three or two years, I will
Give her a good home."
As a little expert in house fighting, Xiren can still help Daiyu escort her by following her.
Yuanyang said softly: "It doesn't matter how careful she is. It doesn't matter if she goes to serve Miss Lin. In fact, there is only one Qingwen in your room, so why not let her follow you."
"You are a generous person. Why don't you let her accompany the old lady? Come and serve me?" Jia Heng said with a chuckle, stretched out his fingers to gently lift Yuanyang's chin, and looked at the girl with flawless white cheeks.
The young man in the python suit tilted his chin condescendingly, his eyes averted, his heart beat wildly, his eyebrows lowered, and he said softly: "Old lady, you can't live without me now."
Jia Heng came closer and touched her gently. After a while, he reached out and gently caressed the girl's cheek. The youthful and beautiful breath overflowed in his palm, and whispered: "Then I will wait for you for a few more years. In the room, I will wait for you for a few more years.
My aunt's position has been reserved for you."
Yuanyang opened her trembling eyelashes and hummed softly, with a sweet and charming duck-oval face that was both angry and ashamed. Her bright and radiant eyes smiled lightly, but she said inhumanely: "Who are you talking about being a rare little wife?"
Similar."
Jia Heng looked at the girl who looked quite heroic. He couldn't help but gently scratch Yuanyang's high nose. In the girl's shy eyes, he said softly: "I know you don't care about this. If it weren't for you and me, I would be the same.
I won't marry you in a big sedan chair, right? Then the master will force you. If I...do you still want to cut off your hair and become a monk?"
Hearing this, Yuanyang raised her head and looked at the young man in surprise. She leaned her head against Jia Heng's arms, closed her eyes slightly and said happily, "How do you know?"
He understood her, and there was a surge of joy and sweetness in his heart.
"How can I like you if I don't know your temperament?" Jia Heng took Yuanyang's braid and stroked it gently. His hair was smooth and smooth. He lowered his eyes and saw that the girl's face was covered with sweat and there were a few freckles.
It doesn't detract from the beauty.
Some people want to build a snowman, but they are actually worried that they will only grow taller but not snowy.
However, just after touching it, Yuanyang, whose heart was filled with sweetness because of Jia Heng's love words, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her fair and jade cheeks were as bright as fire. After all, she was reserved in her heart. She pushed the young man's hand away and whispered:
"Uncle, it's a bit hot today, let's eat melon."
Jia Heng didn't force it, and said, "Okay, I'm just a little thirsty. Let's have a drink."
Well, I just had a sudden thought, but the atmosphere was not in place, and I didn’t take advantage of the opportunity. Should I give Yuanyang a Yuanyang pendant or something next time?