The filial son of the Red Mansion

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For every 20 monthly tickets, 2000 additional words will be added, with no upper limit.

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Since the big goose has just arrived and the book has been published for more than ten days, I don’t know how many more chapters are appropriate. But I will definitely not delay it for too long, and I will publish it as soon as possible as long as the goal is achieved.

Everyone, just go for it, don't worry about me not being able to pay it back. If you are really worried, go to the group and ask me.

With all the above, I don’t know if you can see the sincerity of Big Goose. Anyway, I have tried my best.

I would like to thank my brothers for their companionship along the way, and I hope that we can continue to work together in the future. I hope that when this book is finished like my previous works, I can still see you all.

The big goose bows its head in thanks!

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Thank you!

Chapter 38: Meeting Chang'e under the Moon (First Order Request)

There was another bustle in front of Tiekan Temple, with carriages, horses, sedan chairs, and maids standing in front, behind, and on both sides.

Qin Keqing was surrounded by maids and came out. The mourning white on her head was gone, replaced by a white flower decoration on her head. She was wearing a plain white long coat with a front opening and a light blue cape, which was low-key but still dignified as a Duke's mansion.

She was helped onto the carriage by the old women. She looked back with a look of emotion between her frowning brows.

"Is Second Aunt Lian not coming back today?"

Lai Sheng's wife said, "Second Madam still has some things to take care of in the temple."

Keqing nodded her head gently, but the hairpin on her head did not move. As she got into the car, she couldn't help but think of what happened last night.

"Master stayed in the inner courtyard of the inner hall for a long time last night." He murmured with a complicated expression.

She had heard some stories about the past of Master Rong and Second Madam Lian from Feng'er these days, and knew that they were quite close, but Master Rong had indeed spent too long in the inner courtyard at midnight last night.

Grow up to the point where you can say a lot of words and do a lot of things.

Qin Keqing was not a jealous person, nor was she petty, but she could see that the looks in Master Rong and Second Madam Lian's eyes were different today than usual.

She thought a lot before she sat down. After hesitating for a while, she stood up, opened the curtain, and called out, "Feng'er, come up."

The car drove slowly, taking the wives, wives and maids of the Ning and Rong mansions towards the direction of Shenjing City.

In Tiekan Temple, not a single maid was left by Jia Rong's side. Apart from Jia Qiang, Jia Chang and Jia Ling who accompanied him, there were only two or three servants left in Ning Mansion, who took care of these brothers' simple daily lives in the temple.

When Jia Rong went to where these three people lived, he saw Jia Qiang being coaxed by Jia Chang and Jia Ling into playing cards and gambling.

Jia Chang and Jia Ling were startled, but they relaxed when they saw it was Jia Rong. They laughed and said, "We thought it was Second Aunt Lian or Lai Wang's wife. It's really scary. Rong'er, come and play a few rounds too?"

Jia Rong's lips couldn't help but tremble.

In fact, it was not Jia Chang and Jia Ling's fault. They were originally descendants of the Ning family's side branch and were not very close to Jia Zhen. Besides, Jia Zhen had been dead for more than 50 days. Even if they were really sad, they would not have much feeling at this moment.

Several people are trapped in Tiekan Temple. What else can they do except playing cards?

How many young men can sit idle? You can't follow the monks and chant scriptures and recite Buddha's name every day, right?

The reason why Jia Rong trembled and frowned was because they were gambling. Jia Chang and Jia Ling did not want to intervene, but Jia Rong still had some friendship for them. So he suggested, "You can go back in two days."

After hearing this, Jia Chang and Jia Ling were eager to leave, so they naturally agreed with joy.

Jia Qiang's face became hesitant.

Jia Rong knew what he was thinking and called Jia Qiang aside.

"The room in Ningguo Mansion has been reserved for you. If you want to leave the mansion, I will not stop you. I previously asked Lai Sheng to find a two-story courtyard on Ningrong Street. If you want to leave the mansion, you can live there. Now that the New Year is approaching, remember to go to Lai Sheng to get a hundred taels of silver for temporary use. If there are any maids or servants you want to take away from the mansion, tell Madam. I have given all the instructions."

Upon hearing this, Jia Qiang couldn't help but look up, his eyes a little red.

"Brother Rong treats me so well."

Hearing Jia Qiang's tone, he suddenly got goose bumps all over his body. Thinking of the past between Jia Qiang and Jia Zhen, he wanted to run away on the spot.

He said hurriedly, "We two brothers don't talk about this. Madam said the other day that even if you live outside, you are still a member of our Ning Mansion. Madam will find a good marriage for you in the future, and the 10,000 taels of silver for the wedding have already been prepared."

Seeing that Jia Qiang didn't say anything but nodded, he couldn't help but order him, "Spend your money sparingly outside, don't hang out with Jia Chang, Jia Ling and the others, and go to the charity school every day after the New Year to attend lectures."

Jia Qiang was silent for a moment, then said, "Rong'er, you've been staying here alone for three months, and I'm afraid there's no one to talk to. Should I stay here with you?"

I always feel that there is something wrong with this guy Jia Qiang in some way.

Uncle Rong felt a chill on his back for no reason. He said hurriedly, "I just like to play alone. If there is anything, I will send someone to call you." After that, he left without saying anything more.

Fortunately, fortunately.

I don't know what's wrong with the world of the Red Mansion? They are all men, but why do they all act like girls?

It really makes me creepy!

Jia Rong slipped out, but he did not go to the inner hall to guard, nor did he go to the main hall to bathe in the Buddha's light. Instead, he went straight into the inner bedroom and took out the "Yin Yang Can Tong Qi" to read and study.

He marveled as he studied.

"So it can still be like this!"

"This posture...can ordinary people do it?"

"Yin Yang Cycle, I've seen it in other tutorials before, it's a good name. What if your mouth is full of hair?"

"It's not easy to do two things at once."

Jia Rong carefully observed several pictures and memorized the annotations beside them. He thought to himself: There are a few that are suitable for tonight, but I don't know if Wang Xifeng would agree.

The original novel says that Fengjie is an extremely conservative person in some aspects.

Jia Rong raised his eyebrows, thinking that a man should not be afraid of difficulties and should have the courage to climb.

He memorized several secrets and decided to try them out with Wang Xifeng tonight. After having sex with Keqing yesterday, he really felt relaxed, as if all the pores in his body were opened and his body felt lighter.

Soon, Jia Rong went to eat vegetarian food and asked the old monk Sekong a few questions. He was completely relieved when he was sure that no one could disturb his mood of appreciating the moon.

As it grew dark, Jia Rong could clearly see the full moon hanging high in the sky.

The moon in winter comes out earlier than at other times.

When the lights were on in the temple, the monks finished their evening classes and went to rest. The doors were closed, separating the temple into small isolated spaces.

Jia Rong took advantage of the dim moonlight and headed straight for the Sutra Hall. He saw that the ceremonial door in front was wide open, and it was obvious that someone was in the hall. He rubbed his hands together and walked in excitedly, and saw Ping'er standing not far behind the door with a lantern.

My heart suddenly felt hot.

He quickly locked the door and went straight to Ping'er.

Seeing that no one was in the courtroom, Jia Rong took Ping'er's hand with a considerate look and asked, "Sister, why are you wearing so little at night?"

Ping Er was wearing quite a lot of clothes, and she felt a little hot when Jia Rong held her hand. She spat, "If you let Madam see this, you will be in trouble."

Jia Rong is not afraid, because Wang Xifeng has already fallen in love with him, and Ping'er has also become the chosen one!

Obviously, he and Ping'er both knew this. Knowing so many secrets of Wang Xifeng, how could she escape?

Ping'er didn't shake off his hand, but warned: "Grandma is upstairs."

"Thank you, sister." Jia Rong said, and then he boldly put his arm around Ping'er's waist, scaring her so much that her body trembled.

Only then did Jia Rong realize that Ping'er, although she was not very ostentatious, was actually a very wealthy person.

I have a really good vision!

Thinking of this, while Ping'er was looking up nervously, he tilted his head and kissed Ping'er on the mouth. The cute Ping'er was stunned on the spot and couldn't recover for a long time.

After a while, Ping'er saw that Master Xiaorong had entered the courtroom and was climbing the stairs upstairs.

Jia Rong stood on the stairs and was stunned. The upstairs was spacious, but pitch black.

There was only a graceful figure standing quietly in front of the railing at the attic door under the moonlight. The bright moonlight sprinkled on her body, making her graceful figure curves faintly visible in the night.

The most interesting thing is that from his perspective standing on the stairs, he could see the bright moon in the sky as if it was hanging above Wang Xifeng's head.

The tassels on her hairpin shone softly in the moonlight. What a classical and elegant person! If you didn't know she was Wang Xifeng, you might have thought she was Chang'e from the moon who had come down to earth.

Jia Rong's heart was pounding.

I just want to meet the fairy Chang'e in the Moon Palace under the moonlight tonight.

Chapter 39: What to Eat (First Order)

Wang Xifeng knew that Jia Rong had arrived. Although she could not see the door leading to the front yard, she heard the sound of Jia Rong coming up the stairs.

But she didn't turn her head, just stared at the moon.

The round moon is like a bright pearl or a translucent jade plate. It hangs in the dark blue night sky, casting cool light from the sky.

The night tonight was not extremely dark. As the moon slowly moved, it illuminated the thin clouds around it, as if a scarf flying in the wind accidentally covered the lower arc of the moon.

The cool moonlight, accompanied by the wind from upstairs, really makes people hug their arms involuntarily.

Wang Xifeng felt not only her arms being hugged, but also a solid warmth coming from her back. If she were not Wang Xifeng, she might ask at this moment, "Are there any gods in the sky? Is there Chang'e on the moon?"

But Wang Xifeng would not ask that question.

She felt Jia Rong's hot breath blowing the hair on her neck, which made her feel a little itchy. She moved her neck slightly and rubbed her head against Jia Rong's shoulder.

She said to herself, "I never believe in retribution in the underworld or hell. As long as I am sure of something, I will admit it even if it is a huge mistake. As long as I don't like something, I will not admit it even if it is a huge good thing."

Jia Rong was somewhat puzzled by this and called out softly, "Feng'er?"

Wang Xifeng was still looking at the moon, thinking about the scenes of these years.

Perhaps this is retribution. Those who have always known how to take advantage of others finally fell into the hands of the seemingly simple Jia Rong.

She asked, "Rong'er, are you afraid of retribution from the underworld?"

retribution?

Afraid?

Jia Rong doesn't know.