After hearing what Jia Cong said, Baochai, Xiangyun, Tanchun and a few smart and intelligent people sighed in their hearts.

Obviously, Jia Cong will not give up on this matter.

Although he apologized and apologized, it is unknown who he wanted to apologize with.

Thinking about the methods he used to deal with Jia She and his wife, it can be seen that he was not the one who obeyed him.

But everyone also understands that Wang Xifeng's words were not sincere.

With her temperament, she is bright on her face, the more enthusiastic she smiles, the more cruel she is, the tricks she is behind her back...

Thinking of this, everyone was worried, but there was no good way.

Because anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is not just about today's affairs, nor is it just a misunderstanding.

It is not so easy to pass Jia Lian’s loss of title, and I am afraid that it will be in Wang Xifeng’s heart for the rest of my life.

The longer the time, the harder it is...

I just don't know how these two people will fight.

However, thinking about Wang Xifeng's overlord-like personality, there are really not many people who are optimistic about Jia Cong...

While everyone was worried, Li Wan laughed again: "Brother Cong, in addition to breaking this case today, I have another private matter. I want to ask Brother Cong for help."

Jia Cong said: "Sister-in-law just asks for something."

Li Wan said: "Two years ago, when the Cong brothers were not in prison, Lan Ge'er followed the Cong brothers to study and learn calligraphy, which was quite beneficial. Even the master praised him a few times. After the Cong brothers entered the Imperial College, Lan Ge'er went to school to study, and the master was not very good at studying. Later, he took the exam twice, but he only reluctantly encouraged him.

Now brother Cong is coming home to study. Brother Lan begged me last night and wanted to come to study and write with his third uncle again. I wonder if he can do it or not.

I know that brother Cong is now busy, and he has to serve the sick and prepare for the autumn examination.

If you really don’t have time, it’s not too late to talk after the autumn examination.”

Jia Cong smiled and said, "It's okay, it's not a conflict, nor does it delay anything. Let him come tomorrow and study together in the study room here. Lan Ge'er can sit still, it's a seed of reading."

Li Wan was overjoyed when she heard this, "Oh! It's so great! I hope he can make the same success as Brother Cong in the future!"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "It must be better than me, but my sister-in-law still needs to report this matter to the master and the great master in the school."

Li Wan said: "It should be like this."

"Ahem, yes, ahhh..."

Just then, a dry cough came from the corner.

Everyone looked at each other, and saw that Jia Huan could not sit still. He raised his butt halfway, and raised his face to wink at Jia Cong.

Seeing him like this, others were funny, Du Tanchun couldn't hold back his face and shouted, "What are you talking about and saying it openly? Who can I show these sneaky looks? I don't respect at all!"

Jia Huan collapsed on the chair again, his half-dead look almost bleeding.

Jia Congze smiled and said, "Brother Huan wants to come here together, remember to tell the master."

Jia Huan then became proud and smiled, but when he saw everyone looking at him, he quickly lowered his head and pursed his mouth and laughed.

Seeing his vulgar description, Tanchun felt a little desperate and suffocated...

Seeing her like this, Daiyu laughed out loud and advised: "I will learn well with Brother Cong in the future. Haven't you been getting better in the past two years? Look at your face is blue..."

Xiangyun hurriedly looked at it and giggled.

But others wouldn't say anything, because everyone knows that Jia Huan is like this, because Aunt Zhao is well educated behind it...

Even if these are kind-heartedness, Tanchun may not be happy.

It's her biological mother...

After talking about official and private affairs, Li Wan was about to say goodbye. Now Wang Xifeng hasn't come out to handle housework yet. Most of the time it's because she helps Mrs. Wang to take care of her, and she doesn't have much leisure time.

But when they saw that their sisters were talking and laughing, they asked, "Do you go with me or sit for a while?"

Everyone finally left the second door for a while, so they were reluctant to go back so early, so they let Li Wan leave first.

However, Tanchun still forcibly ordered Jia Huan to go home first...

Li Wan told Ping'er to take care of her carefully, so she was protected by several mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and took Jia Huan back to the Western Palace first.

After seeing Li Wan off, everyone sat down again, but the atmosphere suddenly became much more subtle.

Everyone's eyes kept looking at Ping'er without hesitation.

Jia Cong had learned about the poem about lovesickness from Baochai before, and now he naturally understood why they looked like this.

Seeing that Ping'er was uneasy when he was looked at, Jia Cong took the lead in "tribulation" and said with a smile: "My sister Lin, did you turn the books in my study in the past?"

When Lin Daiyu heard this, her pretty face immediately flushed. She was ashamed and angry as she was shining. She looked around with a sharp look and said, "Which ear-reported woman who told her secret? I won't forgive her anymore!"

His eyes wandered between Xiangyun and Tanchun.

Both of them looked back with confidence and said with open and honest eyes that it was not them!

Daiyu saw it strangely and looked at Yingchun again, Xichun...

We are still confused when welcoming spring, and we cherish the spring eyes and the nose and mouth, obviously not...

Daiyu looked at Baoyu reluctantly, and Baoyu hurriedly smiled and shook his head solemnly.

Daiyu withdrew her gaze and finally fell on Baochai's face, which was blushing. Seeing her face like this, her little face immediately sank...

Although Daiyu looks beautiful and delicate, her temper is not small at all. Her questioning expression is really...

"Hahaha!"

Looking at the interaction between these young children, Jia Cong really found it interesting.

Goodbye Daiyu's expression at this moment is exactly the same as she imagined in her memory, Jia Cong couldn't help but laugh softly.

However, it seems extremely harsh in the gradually solemn atmosphere.

For a moment, seven or eight eyes stared at me with a "swish".

Jia Cong smiled and glared at Lin Daiyu, who was shy and angry, and said, "At that time, my maid was there in Mozhuyuan. Does Lin think they wouldn't tell me? I knew it first, and then I asked Sister Bao yesterday. Besides, I didn't mean to blame me."

After hearing this, Daiyu realized that she did not lose, but she did not bow her head and admit defeat. She looked at Jia Cong and said, "The third brother is not a good person, so she also wrote lovesickness to Miss Ping'er!"

This word also used in a very short time, and the smile on Xue Baochai's face condensed...

"ah!"

Ping'er suddenly got an arrow from the side and exclaimed.

When I heard it again, I still had a lovesick word. My pretty face had long become ashamed to the clouds, and I had almost no face to see anyone...

The others also looked at Jia Cong carefully, wanting to see his reaction.

Jia Cong was indifferent, as if he felt a little confused, and asked back: "I wrote a poem for Sister Ping'er. Are there any problems?"

Lin Daiyu: “…”

Xue Baochai: "..."

Shi Xiangyun: "..."

Sanchun: "…"

Only Baoyu felt extremely admired Jia Cong’s courage at this moment!

Yes! Ping'er is Jia Cong's girl now. He likes her. Is there any problem?

Think about yourself again, alas...

Daiyu's pair of brows frowned and frowned. Qiu Shui stared at Jia Cong with bright eyes, but she still couldn't see a hint of shyness on his face. Finally, she couldn't stand "Praise" and said: "The third brother is really a very human!"

Although he wanted to make fun of it, it was hard for the ladies in their boudoir to say more. Daiyu then changed the topic and said, "Does the third brother have any other poems?"

Xiangyun's eyes lit up and said expectantly: "I have only got two songs now. I have read them over and over again. It's not enough to love them! I just hope that the third brother can write a few more songs. Well, it's best that we can write them into the lyrics. Maybe we can be as famous as Sister Ping'er! Huh!"

Although it is a stubborn joke, it is not without some seriousness.

Baoyu was frightened and hurriedly reminded: "Jia Cong wrote the words of lovesickness..."

Xiangyun's pretty face turned red when she heard this, and she spat ashamed and said, "Poems express one's aspirations, and lyrics express one's emotions. It's not that they can only write about lovesickness, can't they write about the love between brother and sister?"

The girls started to laugh, but they all blushed.

At this age, the word "love" is still very impactful, and it also makes the girls feel a little strange.

At this time, Ping'er couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Why are you still related to me? What words?"

Everyone was immediately unable to speak and always felt shy.

Jia Cong smiled and explained: "It was when I lived at my husband's house last year. I had just attended a spring poetry meeting. Zihou found me the fruit wine brewed by my master's wife. I thought it was irrelevant, but I didn't want to be drunk. When I woke up, I missed it too much, so I wrote a poem.

Although it is called "A Lovesickness" word, this lovesickness is not the lovesickness, but the meaning of missing my sister."

This nonsense can be said seriously, and Jia Cong made Daiyu, Xiangyun and others look at each other side.

Ping'er was also skeptical and wanted to ask what kind of poem it was, but now she had the nerve to ask, so she could only suppress her thoughts first.

But Xiangyun really loved this poem. When he saw Ping'er asking, he recited it without hesitation:

"After the dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtains are low when the wine wakes up. Last year, when the spring hatred comes, the fallen flowers are independent, and the light rain swifts fly.
To be continued...