The filial son of the Red Mansion

Jia Rong's mind suddenly became active again. He hooked Qin Keqing's chin and said, "My dear wife, would you like to sleep with me in Cong Lu Tang tonight?"

Qin Keqing's eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting, and she let out a soft breath of coquettish air from her mouth and nose. Although she wanted to agree to Jia Rong's proposal, she had some concerns in her heart. It was only the first day back home, and she broke the mourning rules with the master. It was really unreasonable.

If the lady heard about this tomorrow, she, as the daughter-in-law, would not know how to deal with it.

She whispered shyly, "With Feng'er, Ruizhu, Baozhu and the others here, are you still afraid of being lonely at night?"

Feng'er, Ruizhu, Baozhu? Take away Baozhu, I'm not that kind of pervert.

Baozhu might be able to do it in two years.

Jia Rong smiled softly and said, "Even if the three of them were added together, they would still not be as good as Ke'er in our family."

"Uncle just knows how to coax people."

Could it be that Second Aunt was also coaxed by him like this? This thought suddenly popped up in Keqing's mind, and she really didn't want to leave tonight.

At this time, in the Rongguo Mansion in the west, Wang Xifeng was talking to Lady Jia about Jia Rong.

She smiled and said, "After all, our family is blessed. Rong'er said on the way that he would inherit the old Duke's wish and plan to practice archery well during the year of mourning so as to revitalize the East Palace in the future."

The old lady was very skeptical.

Everyone present knew what Rong Ge'er was like in the past. Asking him to learn archery? I'm afraid he was just using the excuse of learning archery to gamble with others for fun.

Despite this, Grandmother Jia still did not say anything pessimistic, but only smiled and said: "It is indeed a blessing for our family that Rong boy has such a heart. The two families finally have a boy who can do serious things."

When these words were spoken, everyone in the room reacted strangely.

Mrs. Wang looked at Wang Xifeng suspiciously, not understanding why her niece was speaking to Rong'er in front of the old lady.

Mrs. Zhu was quite sad, thinking to herself: Although Lang'er is young, he has great ambitions. Yesterday he was even thinking about going outside to find a place to practice archery.

Mrs. Xing sneered in her heart and said to Lady Jia, "I think he must be bored with mourning, so he came up with this way of having fun. In my opinion, we can't let him be the head of our Jia family."

"Kneel down." Grandmother Jia suddenly raised her voice and stood up abruptly with her cane. She cursed at Xing: "Who told you to speak? Who does the clan leader tell you to do? Is it your business as a woman to control who you are?"

When Lady Jia got angry, no one dared to speak.

Mrs. Wang remained silent.

Wang Xifeng could only look at her mother-in-law helplessly, wondering how there could be such a stupid person in the world. Is Jia Rong having fun in the east? What does it have to do with you, a wife of the West Mansion? She also wanted to use this to make someone give up the position of clan leader.

Even if the East gave up the position of clan leader, who would dare to take over? Would the eldest master dare to take over? Or would Jia Lian dare to take over? Bullying a younger generation would make anyone who took over the position be criticized.

Wang Xifeng sighed quietly, thinking that the other party was her mother-in-law, so she had to speak up: "Grandma, calm down. In my opinion, whether Rong'er is just playing around or not, as long as he starts this, more boys in the mansion will learn archery in the future. It's a good thing anyway. If he really wants to practice, let our Baoyu go over and learn from him in the future."

As soon as Baoyu was mentioned, Jia's grandmother's anger was indeed much relieved.

Grandmother Jia sat down with the help of Yuanyang and Hubo, without even looking at the kneeling Xing. She smiled and said, "Feng'er is right. Just let Rong practice for two months first. If it's serious, let Baoyu go too." As she spoke, she saw Li Wan who was silent in the corner, and continued, "And Lan and Huan'er should go too."

Chapter 47: Jia Rong Practices Archery

Xing was punished and knelt in Lady Jia's main hall for half an hour. When she stood up, her legs were unstable.

In fact, it's not anyone else's fault. Xing was normal when it wasn't about interests. But once it was about interests, Xing seemed to have completely lost his mind and always did stupid things.

Unfortunately, Xing blamed Wang Xifeng and Jia Rong for today's accounts.

At this time, Jia Rong was taking the blame for nothing.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. As for Xing, it didn't matter much. At most, he could just bury her. Anyway, he didn't need to keep vigil and mourn.

The only thing he had to worry about now was whether the bathtub was big enough for tonight.

Yes, Jia Rong had an important task to do, which was to take a bath. After Qin Keqing took Baozhu away, the only people who served him in Conglutang were Feng'er and Ruizhu.

Feng'er and Ruizhu are both excellent maids, and both are extremely plump women.

Unfortunately, some things cannot be rushed and have to be taught slowly.

Although he didn't understand, he learned everything through practice. But it was really a luxury to have two maids scrubbing his body.

Jia Rong suddenly thought of something and his heart was moved.

"Uncle~"

Feng'er was anxious and resentful.

Jia Rong looked extremely excited. He finally knew what this feeling was like. "Good Feng'er, let me take another look at you."

There is a kind of broken and messy beauty! It's like a beautiful flower being wetted by heavy rain and falling to the ground, with a few petals falling beside it, showing the beauty of withering and falling.

Damn it, I must ask Wang Xifeng to try it next time. I wonder what kind of expression she would have when she is so overbearing.

It will definitely be fascinating!

Seeing that Feng'er was indeed well-behaved and motionless, Jia Rong reached out his hand and touched her face with pity.

Ruizhu next to her was stunned.

"Okay Rui'er, don't be afraid, give me a kiss."

That night, Jia Rong was excited and extremely agitated, more crazy than ever before. When Feng Er had set an example and was sweating profusely, he went to look for Rui Zhu.

Jia Rong was not a ruthless person who did not know how to show sympathy to others. He gently pulled Ruizhu into his arms.

"Are you not afraid now?"

He asked softly, and seeing that Ruizhu was still a little nervous, he lowered his head and gently kissed Ruizhu's mouth, then her chin, neck, and collarbone.

Jia Rong held Ruizhu and walked to the bedside.

There was a snow-white handkerchief lying there. Ruizhu was going to show it to Qin Keqing tomorrow.

Jia Rong's movements were very gentle and slow, and he tried many times.

Ruizhu hummed softly. Then Jia Rong felt an unusual heat, and when he looked down, he saw a bright flower blooming on his handkerchief.

Jia Rong was happy and satisfied that night. Ruizhu was also like this, but Feng'er felt the most deeply.

On the second day,

stand up.

Feng Er became even more beautiful. Rui Zhu's face was rosy and radiant, totally different from before.

With Feng'er's help, Jia Rong put on a silver crown to tie his hair, a headband with a double dragon going out to sea, white python sleeves, and a silver belt with pearls. What a handsome young man he was, Feng'er and Ruizhu looked at him with wide eyes.

There was still some sweet joy on the faces of the two girls.

Ruizhu took a short rest and asked Feng'er to help her with her face and hair. With a touch of embarrassment, she took out a white handkerchief stained with a bright red from the drawer of the cabinet and went straight to find Grandma Rong.

"This girl." Jia Rong couldn't help laughing when he saw this. "She's quite cute."

He looked at Feng'er beside him and laughed secretly, and couldn't help asking jokingly, "Have you let Second Aunt see your handkerchief?"

Feng Er blushed and said angrily, "It would have been fine if the eldest lady had seen it." Seeing that Jia Rong was still looking at her, she added softly, "The second lady did ask about it, and she had seen it."

Feng Er's ears turned red as she spoke. She pursed her lips and said, "Second Madam is always considerate. She will definitely ask about this kind of thing."

"Okay, I know what she is like in my heart, I don't want you to say good things to her."

Jia Rong knew that Feng Er came from the Wang family after all, and had been with Wang Xifeng for such a long time, so it was natural that he would speak for Wang Xifeng in the future. He grinned, not really caring.

Feng'er spoke well of Wang Xifeng, so wouldn't Ruizhu and the others support Qin Keqing?

Although Feng Er didn't know that Wang Xifeng and he already had a very close relationship, people are the same. If you belong to someone, you can't help but say good things for them, or even take sides.

What does it matter?

He could even control Wang Xifeng, so why would he be afraid of not being able to control others? Even if Qin Keqing knew about his affair with Wang Xifeng, he was not worried about a fire in the backyard.

Qin Keqing is not the kind of person who likes to fight and argue, and Wang Xifeng is not easy to fight because of her status. Even if a bunch of people are added later, what does it matter? With Wang Xifeng as a check and balance, everyone is a paper tiger.

Without thinking too much, he went straight to the archery range under Tianxiang Tower. He really needed to practice so that he could find a way out. If he stayed in Ning and Rong Mansions all the time, he wouldn't be able to bury many people, nor would he be able to send many people away.

slap~

The first arrow I shot missed the target.

Jia Rong pursed his lips. His arm was hit by the bowstring and it hurt so much.

He drew the bow again, and the pain on his hand where he had been hit became even worse.

Damn! I need to find a master to teach me how to do this. I have never played this before, so I don’t know how to play it well.

Jia Rong thought so, slowly put down the bow in his hand, and went straight to Tianxiang Tower. "Feng'er, apply the medicine to me quickly!"

On that day, someone spread the rumor that Uncle Xiaorong only shot one arrow at the archery range, which missed the target, and then he threw away his bow and stopped practicing.

Soon the news spread throughout the two governments.

When Jia Rong heard this, he was so angry that his teeth were bared.

"Damn it, who said that? From tomorrow on, no one is allowed to enter Tianxiang Tower. No maids or old women are allowed to approach without my permission... Hiss! Feng'er, be gentle. Do you want to kill your uncle and then become a widow?"

Wang Xifeng watched coldly from the side, while Qin Keqing looked concerned.

Yu Shi didn't show much expression, she just sighed softly, "There's nothing to spread about this."

Jia Rong's injury came suddenly, and he went away suddenly. He didn't feel any pain in just two days. I don't know if it was because the medicine was so effective or because his body recovered so quickly.

The only thing that is difficult to get rid of is Jia Rong's label of being a dandy and incompetent in the two mansions.

After hearing this, Jia's mother thought to herself: It is indeed so.

Xing laughed in private countless times after hearing this, which made Lady Jia hate this unseemly daughter-in-law more and more.

Even though many people heard that Jia Rong asked Feng Ziying to find an archery master, they thought that Jia Rong was just pretending.

Li Wan even thought to herself: How nice it would be if someone like this could teach Lan'er.

Jia Lan is eight years old this year, one year younger than Daiyu, but his mind is comparable to that of an adult. After hearing the rumor, he was distressed that he was not close to Rong Ge'er in the past and could not go to the archery path to observe and learn.

Chapter 48: Archery Practice at Tianxiang Tower

Ningguo Mansion, Huifang Garden, inside the archery range below Tianxiang Tower.

Feng Ziying saw that after several days of practice, Jia Rong's movements were quite similar, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Brother Rong, you're not serious, are you?"

Feng Ziying was the son of the mighty general Feng Tang, and one of the most wealthy and dandy young men in the capital. As the Feng and Jia families were close, Feng Ziying was also very close to the brothers in the Jia family. The deceased Jia Zhen and the young Baoyu were both Feng Ziying's playmates.