The filial son of the Red Mansion

No, it's mutual tolerance.

The moment he sat in the water, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

He turned his head to look at Keqing. She was tall, slender, fair, graceful, and straight... countless beautiful words could be found to describe Keqing.

At this moment, Qin Keqing was bending over and gently taking off her socks.

This movement is also soft and elegant.

Keqing's ankles were so slender, white and tender, without even a trace of roughness.

Even the five toes are beautiful, delicate and lovely.

Perhaps Keqing felt a chill, and all ten toes on her feet were raised. It was like ten lovely girls from Lilliput, standing in a row holding hands and dancing ballet.

Feng'er, Ruizhu and Baozhu in the room were also busy. They quickly helped Qin Keqing step into the bathtub.

The moment the slender white legs were lifted up, Jia Rong's eyes suddenly widened.

The white steam rising from the wooden barrel hit his feet, as if he was stepping on clouds. With his toes pointed downward, he gently tapped into the water, causing waves. The waves hit Jia Rong's body, especially his chest, and a scalding heat flowed into his heart.

Qin Keqing caught the old man's special look and shyly stretched out her jade hands to cover her eyes.

Chapter 56: Your Highness, please stay and let me bury you!

When Qin Keqing stepped her other foot into the bathtub, her graceful curves were closely seen by Jia Rong.

Jia Rong felt that he would never forget the scene just now.

He clearly saw Qin Keqing's fair skin gradually turn red in the hot water. He smiled and said, "My dear wife, what are you going to do next?"

Qin Keqing snorted tenderly, took the towel from Ruizhu, and said with a smile: "Ke'er, rub my back for me."

Jia Rong shook his head and refused. He thought Feng'er and Ruizhu should rub his back.

"Good wife, sit closer and stretch your legs over here?"

Qin Keqing didn't understand why, but she did as she was told. Then Master Rong reached into the water with both hands and grabbed her delicate feet.

This is?

Keqing was stunned for a moment and then felt embarrassed.

Jia Rong gently held the ankles of the feet in the water, slowly brought them together, and played with the soft little feet.

These are definitely a pair of delicate feet, soft feet, and enchanting feet, moving slowly in the hot water.

After an unknown amount of time, the maid came to change the hot water. The boiling hot water soaked their skin, making them breathe deeply while hugging each other.

Qin Keqing whispered in his ear: "Master, I want a child."

"Is one enough?"

"Not enough!" Qin Keqing bit her lower lip and groaned these two words. After a while, she continued, "Master, you are so cruel!"

Forehead?

Jia Rong paused in doubt, and felt a pain on his shoulder. It turned out that Keqing, the little girl, had red eyes and bit his shoulder with tears. He knew that Keqing was talking about Wang Xifeng.

Alas, since ancient times, love has only led to empty regrets.

Jia Rong sighed.

Qin Keqing cried intermittently, "Master, Ke'er doesn't want... doesn't want to give you to someone else..."

Jia Rong felt even more guilty and held Qin Keqing in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

All the wild cats hiding in the snow under the eaves were scared away.

This is a night that belongs exclusively to Qin Keqing.

She was shivering from the cold, but her delicate eyes were filled with happiness.

On the second day,

In the morning, Jia Rong felt full of strength. He didn't know if it was due to the "San Tong Qi" but after last night's experience, not only did his hands and feet feel stronger, but he also seemed to walk more lightly.

"Unfortunately, I just can't grow any muscle. I look like a weakling when I'm wearing clothes."

Just as Jia Rong had put on his clothes, he discovered that Qin Keqing had also gotten up. Her complexion was rosy and bright, and she did not look like someone who had suffered a great crime the night before.

Keqing glanced at him shyly, making her even more beautiful and charming.

Behind the East Courtyard is Youshi's Courtyard. Youshi woke up faintly at this moment and asked someone to rub her head. The noise yesterday really made it impossible for her to sleep.

"How could Qin scream so loudly? Fortunately, there are no other brothers or masters in the inner house, otherwise it would be too dignified."

Yu Shi was secretly complaining, and suddenly thought of Jia Rong, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

He cursed inwardly, "What did Rong'er do last night? She didn't even know how to behave herself in the courtyard. There are people living in the back!"

You Shi got up slowly, dressed and washed, then sat in the main hall thinking.

"Should I let Rong'er and her wife move to Ning Yi Hall? Or should I find another courtyard to live in, so that I don't have to listen to this evil sound all the time."

She hesitated for a while, but still hadn't made up her mind. She thought about talking to Qin Keqing in private later.

Unexpectedly, when Jia Rong and his wife arrived, Youshi's uncomfortable feeling became more and more serious.

Jia Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that Youshi must have done something to let down the Ningguo Mansion.

We need to check it out carefully!

Check it carefully and secretly!

Youshi avoided Jia Rong's gaze and took Keqing with her, saying, "Rong'er, go back. I'll talk to your wife."

Jia Rong nodded and left the main hall, and quickly summoned a few people to ask about the events of the past year, especially the details of the compound. Unfortunately, he did not hear anything unusual about Youshi.

At this time, in the main hall, Youshi said earnestly, "At night, the noise is quieter. Fortunately, we don't have other brothers or masters in our family now. If you want to scream again, just hold it in. You don't have to hold it in for long."

"My wife can save herself from that later."

Qin Keqing's ears were red, and her cheeks were burning. How could she endure it? In such a fierce situation, it was good enough that she didn't shout herself hoarse.

Of course, I couldn't say these words to Youshi.

Yu-shi added, "If you really want to shout, seal the doors and windows tightly, and people outside probably won't be able to hear you."

Keqing's face turned as red as an apple.

Seeing her expression, You Shi said softly, "I'm not saying anything bad about you. I'm hoping you'll get pregnant soon so I can have something else to do besides copying scriptures every day."

"Do you need me to teach you how to do it?" Jia Rong was talking to a confidant at the moment, and said unkindly, "Something is missing from the Madam's room. Go and find out who has seen the Madam in the past few months? And who has spent the longest time in the Madam's room."

It was natural for Youshi to lose things, and these words were just excuses made by Jia Rong to cover up his tracks.

After giving these instructions, someone came to the door and reported urgently: "Prince Beijing is here."

Level 8 treasure chest?

Jia Rong almost jumped up with excitement, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. He and Prince Beijing were of different generations and titles, so why did Prince Beijing come to Ningguo Mansion for no reason?

He asked hurriedly, "What did you say?"

The servant who delivered the message could only shake his head.

Jia Rong had no choice but to straighten his clothes and hurriedly asked for the middle gate to be opened to welcome the king.

"Brother Rong, there's no need to be so polite." On the imperial sedan chair, Prince Beijing Shui Rong still looked the same as last year, young and even handsome?

Shui Rong did not get off the chariot, but asked curiously, "I happened to hear a few brothers talking about Rong'er practicing horse riding and archery at home this year?"

Jia Rong bowed and replied truthfully, "It's just a practice for fun."

Shui Rong stared at him from side to side, then smiled and said, "It's good to practice for fun, Rong'er, don't waste your time in the future." After a pause, he asked, "Is the old man in the mansion now?"

Shui Rong is of the same generation as Jia Zhen, so the old man he refers to is naturally Jia Jing.

Jia Rong shook his head and said, "The master has not been in the house since the funeral of the old master. I have not seen the master for a year. I was thinking of going to Xuanzhen Temple to pay my respects today."

Shui Rong let out a long "Oh" and said, "I still have official business to attend to. I hope Rong'er can give his regards to the old master for me." With that, Shui Rong was about to leave.

Jia Rong hurriedly called out, "Your Highness, please stay."

The precious chariot stopped, Shui Rong turned around and asked, "Brother Rong, is there anything I can do for you?"

Yes, I just want to bury you. Oh, maybe later!

"I forgot for a moment!" Jia Rong grinned and shook his head. He looked at the words [Level 8 Treasure Box] above Shui Rong's head and bowed, saying, "Farewell, Your Highness."

Chapter 57: Xue Baochai? Damn, Feng Lazi is jealous

Jia Rong wanted to bury Shui Rong not on a whim, nor because he saw that Shui Rong's treasure chest was of a high level. Instead, he felt that what Shui Rong said today was very subtle, as if he was deliberately guiding him, or testing him.

Damn it, he is so scheming at such a young age. People like him must be buried as soon as possible.

He scratched the few thin whiskers that were faintly growing on his chin and slowly fell into deep thought.

"Could it be that Jia Jing was a very powerful person in the past?"

"No way. Although Jia Jing passed the imperial examination, what does that mean? There are many jinshi in every imperial examination, and there are always three more people before the jinshi: the top scholar, the second scholar, and the third scholar."

He squinted his eyes and looked at the direction where the Shuirong Treasure Chariot disappeared for a long time.

"Butler Shi, Butler Shi, prepare the carriage for me." Jia Rong called out a few times, and saw a fat, middle-aged butler come out and quickly gave instructions. "Call two smart servants to run errands, and two strong guards to follow in front and behind."

After saying that, he quickly ran back to the courtyard and asked the maids and servants to prepare some cakes, fruits and dishes and send them to the carriage.

Jia Rong was in a particularly good mood today, perhaps because he had not left Ningguo Mansion for a long time. When he came out of the mansion, he couldn't help humming.

"I am a filial son. A very filial son."

He thought that no matter whether Jia Jing had the ability or not, he would know it after a try. The distance from Ningguo Mansion to Xuanzhen Temple was not too far. It crossed the Shenjing City and walked four miles from Xizhimen to the vicinity of Xuanzhen Temple.

Unfortunately, Jia Rong was destined to be disappointed this time.

When he arrived, Jia Jing had eaten something and was jumping around in the snow with a fever. Fortunately, the Taoist priests in the temple were very experienced and brought a ewe, asking Jia Jing to hold the sheep and suck hard, and the fever was relieved soon.

Jia Rong looked terrified.

Damn it, if Jia Jing dies now, do I have to wait for him for another fifteen months?

Jia Zhen, fifteen months; Jia Jing, fifteen months; Youshi, fifteen months.