"But you won?" Baoyu asked familiarly.
Miaoyu suppressed her expression and said: "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are all about cultivating sentiments, why should we compete for victory or defeat? It's really vulgar for you to think like this, and you will be inferior. I won a few games today, and the joy I have is not the result. It’s about the game process.”
Uncle Rong next to him heard this and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. This nun kept talking about the vulgarity of precious jade, but he thought it was vulgarity for nuns.
On the other hand, if you take a closer look at the nun's appearance, you will find she feels extremely refreshing. He has a noble and proud look, and has the spirit of self-admiration and independence from the world.
Pian Baoyu was not angry after hearing this, but smiled and apologized: "It's my vulgarity that has ruined this elegant thing. You often go to the nunnery and the people in the Qingxiu Mansion don't know all of them. This is the person I mentioned to you." Brother Furong."
Miaoyu just looked at Uncle Rong again and said softly to Wuliang, which was enough to conclude that they had interacted with him.
Uncle Rong nodded slightly but did not return the greeting. In his opinion, although this nun, Miaoyu, was in her late teens, her temperament was like that of an innocent girl. There is no relationship between elder and younger, so just be casual.
Baoyu said to Brother Rong again: "Her tea is unparalleled in the world. There is Zen in the tea, and there are meanings in the water. It makes you salivate, and anyone who drinks it will never forget it."
Jia Rong doesn't understand tea. No matter what kind of tea he puts in his mouth, he can only taste the difference between sweet and bitter. He said politely: "Whenever I have free time, I will go and see it."
Miaoyu smiled naturally. "Ordinary people come to my place, so they are not qualified to drink my good tea. Uncle Xiao Rong is coming, and Xiao Ni will definitely cook it himself."
After hearing this, Uncle Rong just laughed, said a few polite words and left alone, leaving Baoyu and Miaoyu chatting familiarly.
These two people were so at ease that the girls next to them couldn't get in their mouths. It seems like a world of its own, isolated from the outside world as soon as we start talking.
When Uncle Rong walked far away, he couldn't help but look back. Suddenly, I realized that this nun, Miaoyu, had a hint of Daiyu's aura. However, Daiyu is more restrained and subtle, and only shows a bit of sharpness at certain times.
But this Miaoyu is different. Although she is also Anxian, she looks like the only lotus standing proudly in the clear stream.
Looking at the expressions on Baoyu and Miaoyu's words, it really seems a bit like a husband singing and a wife following suit, and more of a déjà vu between a licking dog and a goddess.
Jia Rong couldn't tell whether Baoyu was a licker or a friend of women.
"What are you doing here? You haven't gone to see your aunt yet, and you don't understand any etiquette at the master's house."
Wang Xifeng didn't know when she touched his side, and her sharp little hands grabbed a piece of Uncle Rong's tender skin. He threatened in a low voice: "People in Buddhism, it's useless to look too much. If you really want to try to influence her, I will find an excuse to drive her out of the garden tomorrow."
Inexplicably, I became jealous.
Uncle Rong turned around speechlessly, only to see Sister Feng beside him with a smile on her face, as if the whisper just now did not come from her mouth. He replied dully: "What are you thinking about? I just feel that this female nun is still in the mortal world, and she looks a bit like a couple to our second master Bao."
Wang Xifeng hummed in a low voice: "Aside from appearance and figure, how can a nun who has lost her family's influence be worthy of Baoyu? Besides, she is four or five years older than Baoyu. How can my wife look at her seriously?"
"Isn't Miaoyu invited by the second wife?"
"I invited Madam because she was a good Buddha, not to be Baoyu's wife." Wang Xifeng snorted and pulled Uncle Rong inside. "Why should you worry about Baoyu's marriage? There are two wives at home and a concubine in the palace. It's not your turn to think about it."
I don't have anything to worry about. Uncle Rong was only slightly concerned. After all, something ridiculous happened in Yihongyuan, and he felt a little unexplainable in his heart.
Just like Jia Lian, now that he has a partner, Uncle Rong feels less apologetic.
Uncle Rong laughed and said: "How is the situation with Second Master Lian? Is the matter settled?"
Wang Xifeng's face was full of pride. "Although it is a second bedroom, there are not too many things that should be provided. After matching the horoscopes, it is time to choose a date."
Sister Feng is reliable most of the time. Especially for this kind of thing, if Wang Xifeng is around, there will be no accidents. "Why didn't Uncle Lian come today?"
"How can we invite all the sisters in the garden who have not left the palace to invite him? Xue Biao knows how to avoid suspicion, so even if he is invited, he will not come."
"I'm so shameless." Brother Rong smiled coquettishly.
"Our eldest son was invited by our aunt herself." Sister Feng said in a strange voice, "We'll wait for my aunt's trial tonight. Bao Yatou is not too young after today, and I heard that you may go to other provinces as a camp envoy this year. No matter what, we have to give the Xue family an explanation."
Serving as a camp envoy is a thing of the past.
Uncle Rong thought to himself: "We are not going to other provinces this year, but we are going to Mobei after spring." Although Mobei is not too far away, the distance from Shenjing to Kulun is about the same as the distance from Shenjing to Gusu. However, you can go to the south of the Yangtze River by water, but it is not so convenient to go north to get married. '
However, Uncle Rong was not afraid at all when Aunt Xue interrogated him. But he said: "Good Feng'er, you have to teach me how to deal with it."
"Who asked you to mess with my dear girl?" Wang Xifeng snorted, "Because of this, your wife is still with her aunt."
Uncle Rong glanced inside from a distance and saw Ke Qing talking next to Aunt Xue. On the other side of Aunt Xue is Mrs. Youshi, next to Youshi is Baochai, and next to Keqing is Daiyu.
Aunt Xue and Mrs. You chatted for a long time, but Qingqing occasionally exchanged a few words, while Baochai and Daiyu looked absent-minded.
The group here is completely different from the excitement of Bao Qin, Tan Chun, Li Wan and others on the other side.
I don’t know what kind of test Aunt Xue will be tonight.
Uncle Rong actually had some expectations.
It's good to talk things over with Baochai and Xiaonizi, and there's no need to be secretive in the future. From now on, Baochai will be upright and upright, but he is a wonderful person. The beauty of Baochai is different from Keqing's gentleness and obedience, and from Wang Xifeng's domineering publicity.
The beauty of her is that she takes the initiative to ask for it, but the beauty is that she cannot express it clearly.
Uncle Rong went over to meet Aunt Xue. In the crowd, Aunt Xue didn't say much, she just smiled and chatted a few words. But when it came to the dinner party, the atmosphere became a little weird.
"The Sword Comes"
The seats in the room were not arranged in order of seniority, and they were all seated randomly.
Strangely enough, Uncle Rong was arranged to sit with Baochai, while Keqing, Rong's grandmother, sat on the other side of Uncle Rong.
So the seats were changed to Aunt Xue and Youshi at the top, with Wang Xifeng and Li Wan on both sides. Next to Wang Xifeng is Baochai, then Uncle Rong, Keqing, Daiyu, Yingchun, Tanchun and so on. Next to Li Wan on the other side are Li Qi, Li Wen, Baoqin, Xiangyun, Miaoyu and Xichun.
Although Yuanyang and Ping'er were maids, they also sat together and took the last seat.
After they all sat down, everyone looked at Baochai and Brother Rong differently.
The table is messy, but most people don't know that the feet under the table are even messier.
