After parting ways with Feng and Wei, Xue Pan came back to his senses and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that there was such a woman in the Shenjing area. Even in the golden land of Jinling, it is difficult to find such a wonderful person. "
Seeing that Xue Pan was still thinking about it, Jia Rong smiled and said, "Uncle Xue's family is not short of silver. If you like it, just spend money to buy it back home."
Xue Pan shook his head and said: "How can such wonderful people measure things with money? It's too vulgar, too vulgar."
Uncle Rong believes him. It's not the first time this guy has bought someone, that Xiangling is still with Aunt Xue. If it weren't for the fact that he might need help from the Xue family in the future, Brother Rong wouldn't want to deal with him anymore.
"Brother Rong, how much money do you think it would take to buy such a wonderful person?"
Um? Do you really want to buy this product? I was just joking. For a woman in a brothel, even if you really want to redeem her life, she may not be willing to leave with you.
I heard from the old madam that this Xianmei just came here, and that she was an excellent singer, songwriter, and good-looking. Before he became famous, this poor man would never be willing to just go with anyone.
Jia Rong uses her villain's heart to judge the heart of a coward.
I thought that the Qinghuan named Xianmei would not follow others casually until he understood his own value. At least, he would not choose an entrusted one among the pursuing high officials and wealthy businessmen until he became famous. A lifelong person.
This is the best way to meet the self-interests of this kind of talented and beautiful Qinghuan people.
Jia Rong smiled and said: "Uncle Xue, it's better not to worry about it. In the future, a nobleman like this will either be secretly raised by a noble son in another courtyard, or he will become a concubine in a high-level yamen room. This is a special place in Shenjing. There are not many, but there are countless princes and noble sons."
Xue Pan sighed. Although he could be an overlord in Jinling, he would really be nothing in Shenjing. For a while, he became dejected again and pretended to be serious on horseback.
When they arrived at Ningrong Street, the two of them separated. Before entering the house, Jia Rong said goodbye to Xue Pan and shouted: "Uncle Xue, ride your horse steady, don't fall off."
"Where can we have fun with them?"
Brother Rong only heard these words coming from the corner door of Ningguo Mansion. He turned around and saw a coquettish lady in her twenties standing outside the sedan. Who else could he be besides his dearest aunt, Aunt Feng?
Brother Rong replied: "Uncle Feng Jiashi blamed me for grounding them for a month and forced them to go to the outer city to pay for a few drinks."
The young maid next to Aunt Feng, Ping'er, sniffed it with her nose and said happily: "Uncle Xiao Rong has the smell of woman's rouge."
Um... Good guy, are you a dog nose? I have never come across those people. The prostitutes came up to me a few times while pouring wine, and I picked up the smell.
Uncle Rong saw Wang Xifeng's face change slightly, and couldn't help but take his collar and smell it, and said: "No. I am drinking with Feng Shishu and the others in Nancheng today, how can I get rouge on it."
Wang Xifeng said with a dark face, "It's better to go to such places less often."
I didn't really do anything. Uncle Rong was depressed and glared at Ping'er who complained. This girl just needs to be Sister Feng's room maid, why should she care about so many things?
Brother Rong changed the subject and said, "Auntie, are you going back home? It's getting late. Ronger will take you back."
Wang Xifeng said: "Who needs you to send me to accompany the girl from Wanhua Tower? Isn't it cool?"
Jia Rong was shocked, how did Sister Feng know that she had gone to Wanhua Tower?
Ping'er smiled at this time and said, "Uncle Xiao Rong, please stop lying. Grandma is the person who hates lying the most. Your house manager Lai has already revealed his whereabouts."
This... this guy Lai Sheng.
Jia Rong smiled apologetically and said, "Actually, I just drank a few glasses of wine there."
Ping'er said: "Uncle Xiao Rong, please get in the car and go back with us first. When you get to the courtyard, put some clothes on Xun Yixun to cover up the smell of rouge. Otherwise, the mistress of your courtyard will have to think about it for a few days. Day, and finally we have to trouble our grandma to solve it."
"It's time to trouble Auntie and Miss Ping'er again." Jia Rong smiled and let Sister Feng board the car before following her.
Entering the car, lowering the soft curtain. Under the dim light, the carriage suddenly became quiet, and only the creaking sound of the wooden shaft under the carriage could be heard.
Wang Xifeng's cold voice came again with a hint of distance, "Don't write random poems in the future for your wife to guess. Don't look at her usually being silent, burying it all in her heart. If I hadn't gone over today, she wouldn't have endured it. I can’t help but ask, and I don’t know how long she will think about it.”
Jia Rong was ashamed. He explained the poem that night, but his wife was still thinking about it in her heart. Qin Keqing's temperament is like this. He likes to think alone, otherwise the original novel would not have thought about his heart problems.
Brother Rong sighed softly: "I'm sorry to trouble Auntie."
Wang Xifeng said: "Don't mention the past things anymore. I have treated you as my nephew since I was a child."
Um?
Uh-huh?
Ago?
What happened before?
I heard Wang Xifeng whisper softly: "Your mother died early, and you have followed me everywhere since you were a child. I can understand some strange emotions. But after all, I am your aunt, and later married your second uncle Lian. Rong'er is also now Now that you have a wife, forget what you should forget."
Listening to Sister Feng's slightly cold voice, Jia Rong felt mixed emotions.
To be honest, he really had no previous memories in his mind. His closeness to Sister Feng was entirely due to his slight liking and curiosity about Wang Xifeng in his previous life. Of course, the reason for Sister Feng's beauty could not be ruled out.
The two of them were relatively close at first, but then they inexplicably developed into this.
Jia Rong felt a little depressed and began to think deeply. But suddenly... Brother Rong's mind flashed back to the interactions he had with Sister Feng over the past year, including leg tapping, massage, holding hands, etc. When he did these slightly outrageous actions, she did not refuse or scold him.
Sometimes she would even remind her with a "cough cough". Could it be that she had misunderstood?
Brother Rong stood up and moved to sit next to Wang Xifeng, staring closely at her face in the dim light.
Sister Feng was startled by Brother Rong's sudden move and scolded softly: "Sit back to the opposite side."
Jia Rong clearly saw the guilt on Wang Xifeng's face, gritted her teeth and directly held Sister Feng's little hand. Wang Xifeng struggled twice to no avail and glared at him. He whispered with a cold face: "Let go."
How could Brother Rong let go at this time? He just stared into Sister Feng's eyes and said, "Does Auntie really think that?"
When Wang Xifeng was looked at by Ronger, the anger in her eyes disappeared inexplicably, and she felt panic in her heart. But he didn't want to lose his confidence, so he hummed softly: "Rong'er, respect yourself."
"Auntie, I want to eat the rouge on your mouth."
"You..." Wang Xifeng was frightened by these shocking words. She, who was always very articulate, didn't know what to say at this moment. He just blushed and his heart was beating wildly.
Just then...
"Woooo..."
