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"The third master treats Miss Ping'er very well!"
In the carriage, Chunyan sat hugging her knees and said with emotion.
When Qingwen heard this, she curled her lips and said nothing.
She knew Jia Cong¡¯s temperament. Although he had always been gentle, she would not be merciful if he really violated his taboos.
Jia Cong just gave him a warning, and she didn¡¯t dare to touch him again.
Xiaohong reminded: "You are also an old man next to the third master. Don't you know how bitter and cold the third master's heart was back then, and how sweet and warm the love of Miss Ping'er was when he offered help in times of need?"
When Chunyan heard this, her little face was full of regret and she said, "It would be great if I were here at that time"
"Pfft!"
Qingwen laughed and scolded: "You shameless little hoof, what do you want to do?"
Chunyan snorted and said, "I will do whatever you want!"
Qingwen immediately blushed and spat: "Don't be ashamed!"
"Poof!"
Xiao Hong threw herself on Xiang Ling, laughing so hard that she couldn't even lift her head.
Chunyan said proudly: "Tell me, what are you thinking about? Why are you not ashamed?"
After coming back to her senses, Qingwen's face turned red and she became angry and said: "You wicked little hoof, let's see if I don't tear your mouth apart!"
At this time, Xiang Lingfang woke up, covered her mouth, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Qingwen with smiles in her eyes.
Qingwen had just settled Chunyan, and when she saw that she was also smiling, she came over to scratch Xiangling again, and Chunyan took the opportunity to take revenge.
The carriage was filled with laughter.
¡°If a mother-in-law hadn¡¯t hurried over to remind them again that this was outside, they would have been afraid of making a fuss
More than half an hour later, the troika stopped in front of the Shangshu Mansion in Buzhengfang.
The side door opened, and except for the carriage accompanying the mother-in-law, the first two carriages drove directly in front of the second door.
After parking the car, Jia Cong led Qingwen, Xiaohong, Chunyan, and Xiangling to the back house.
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Although the Shangshu Mansion is still in good order, many places have changed.
The Shangshu Mansion is an official residence and will be taken back tomorrow after the Song family leaves.
The few maids and maids in the mansion are all hurriedly packing their bags, preparing to leave Beijing and return home tomorrow.
"My junior uncle is here! Please greet my junior uncle and congratulate my junior uncle."
Song Hua met Jia Cong behind the second door. Although he was much older, he still knelt down to salute and kowtow to say hello.
How can we joke about the difference in generations?
After Jia Cong called out, he smiled and asked, "Are you sir and my wife here?"
Song Hua replied: "My grandfather has an appointment with Mr. Yang, the censor of Zuodu of Lantai Temple today, but he knew that my uncle would come, so he was still waiting in Fengzheng Hall. Grandma was cooking longevity noodles in the kitchen for my uncle. "
Hearing this, Jia Cong sighed lightly and walked directly to Fengzheng Hall without saying anything pretentious.
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Although Fengzhengtang is still there, the plaque on the door has been taken down.
Fengzhengtang is not a room, but the name of the Song family in Jiangpu.
Since the Song family has decided to leave Beijing, the title will naturally follow them southward.
Looking at the bare gatehouse, Jia Cong felt a little empty.
Before, Qingwen and others were sent to Jiumei Courtyard. At this moment, Jia Cong and Song Hua entered.
I saw Song Yan, who had completely white beard and hair, sitting at the main seat in the main hall, drinking tea and reading a book. He was dressed in ordinary household clothes and had no official air.
"Sir, I would like to send my regards to you."
Jia Cong saluted and said hello. After all, he was an old man in his seventies. Jia Cong did not dare to make too much noise for fear of disturbing his mentor.
Song Yan seemed to be in good spirits, and could not see any discomfort after becoming an official. He heard the sound and looked over, and saw it was Jia Cong. A happy smile appeared on his face covered with age spots, and he said: "Is the Qing minister here? Okay. , OK, get up."
After Jia Cong stood up, he respectfully stepped forward, stood aside, and asked, "How are you eating and sleeping well lately, sir?"
Song Yan smiled and said: "An, everything is safe. After decades of hard work, I can finally have some rest. How can I be uneasy? I just heard that there was a lot of commotion at your house again, but are you okay?"
What happened in Jia's house can never be hidden from the eyes of those who care about it.
Song Yan has been paying attention to Jia Cong, so he naturally knows what happens in Jia Cong's house.
Jia Cong said gratefully in his heart: "Don't worry, sir, it's just such a trivial matter that it's not worth your concern."
Song Yan nodded with a smile, paused, and then said seriously: "Qing minister, don't underestimate your family."The carriages were all stopped by Wu, who said that young men should be romantic
Although Song Hua stayed away from him, he kept grinning.
When the tourists recognized that this handsome young man was the Qingchengongzi who wrote "Gift to the Apricot Blossom Girl" and "Ding Fengbo", the atmosphere of the increasingly large spring outing team reached a climax.
If there is only one handsome person, although those women may be fiery and flirtatious, they may not really want to get close to him in their hearts.
"But with the addition of such talents, especially if Jia Cong can write any of them into poems, his worth will be a hundred times higher in an instant.
Those who want to be close to dreaming in the past are now in front of them.
The Song family's motorcade could hardly move. There were famous prostitutes riding on both sides of the road, playing the piano and singing "If only life were like the first time we met" in the car. Some people even removed the roof of the car and danced on the car floor ¡
Jia Cong was about to be swamped by the eyes cast by pairs of charming eyes.
People who go out on spring outings want to have a good time, so why not join in the fun when seeing this wonderful scene?
The cheers came and went, and it was very lively.
In the Jia family carriage, the four maids cursed those women for being shameless
Seeing this, Song Hua couldn't sit still. He drove his horse to Wu's carriage and asked, "Old lady, should you let me get into the carriage to avoid the limelight?"
??????? Wu laughed and scolded: "You are worthless. This young man can't even bear the limelight. How can he become a great person? Look at your little uncle, do you feel a little embarrassed?"
When Song Hua heard this, he looked over and saw that there was no change in Jia Cong's face, neither embarrassment nor complacency, he was plain and natural.
He felt ashamed and said: "My grandson is not as far away as my junior uncle."
Mrs. Wu shook her head and said: "Everyone has his own merits. You are also blessed because of your loyalty. Alas, I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. Like your grandfather, you are born to have a tiring life."
Song Hua didn¡¯t quite understand, but before he could ask again, he heard a shout and the sound of horse hooves galloping from behind, as if there were thousands of troops galloping.
There were even more screams and panic coming from time to time.
His expression changed, and he made a prompt decision and asked the coachman to guide Wu's carriage to the roadside.
Looking back, I saw dozens of armored war horses, racing all the way from Mingde Gate.
Because the movement was really shocking, the pedestrians in front hurriedly avoided it.
Although no one was hurt, the spring outing team was still in chaos.
Seeing the leader, Song Hua frowned slightly.
He knows this person, but as far as he knows, this person does not have such a domineering and arrogant character.
Song Hua wanted to step forward and say hello, but these dozen riders moved very fast and whizzed past the Song family's motorcade.
Just when Song Hua thought these people would pass away in a gust of wind, his eyes suddenly widened with horror on his face.
I saw the leader of the horse suddenly pulling back the reins when he rushed in front of Jia Cong's horse.
The war horse was restrained and jumped up, kicking its front hooves in the void.
¡°It¡¯s only a stone¡¯s throw away from Jia Cong.
¡°Call!!¡±
Amid everyone¡¯s exclamations, Jia Cong forcefully calmed the frightened mount, and then met the leader¡¯s eyes with cold eyes.
Don¡¯t give in an inch!
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