"The Third Master is so good to treat Miss Ping'er!"

In the carriage, Chunyan sat in her knees and said with emotion.

When Qingwen heard this, she curled her lips and said nothing.

She knew that although Jia Cong's temperament was always gentle, she would not be sympathetic if she really violated his taboos.

Jia Cong just now warned her that she dared not touch her again.

Xiaohong reminded: "You are also an old man around the Third Master. Don't you know how bitter and cold the Third Master was in his heart back then, and how sweet and warm the timely helping Miss Ping'er was?"

When Chunyan heard this, her little face was full of regret and said, "I would have been there at that time..."

"Puff!"

Qingwen laughed and scolded, "Shameless little hoozi, what do you want to do?"

Chunyan snorted and said, "I just want to do whatever you want!"

Qingwen immediately blushed and spat, "I'm not ashamed!"

"puff!"

Xiaohong pounced on Xiangling, laughing so hard that she couldn't raise her head.

Chunyan said proudly: "You said, what are you thinking, why are you not ashamed?"

Qingwen, who came to her senses, turned red and red, and she said in anger: "The broken little hoof, look no further than I will tear your mouth!"

At this time, Xiangling woke up, covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, and her eyes were full of smiles.

Qingwen had just settled Chunyan, and when she saw that she was laughing, she came over to scratch Xiangling again, and Chunyan took the opportunity to take revenge.

There was a laugh in the carriage.

If some of the old lady hadn't come and reminded her again that this was outside, they were afraid they would be able to make trouble all the way...

Most of the hour later, the three horses stopped in front of the Shangshu Mansion of Buzhengfang.

The door opened the side door, and except for the carriage that accompanied the old lady, the first two carriages drove directly into the second door.

After parking, Jia Cong led Qingwen, Xiaohong, Chunyan and Xiangling to the Houzhai.

...

Although the Shangshu Mansion is still in order, many places have changed.

The Shangshu Mansion is an official residence, and the Song family will be taken back tomorrow after they leave.

The few maids and maids in the mansion were hurriedly packing their luggage and preparing to leave Beijing and return home tomorrow.

"The uncle is here! Please don't worry, and congratulate me."

Song Hua greeted Jia Cong behind the second gate. Although he was much older, he still knelt down and bowed and kowtowed to greet him.

How can you laugh at the difference of generations?

After Jia Cong shouted, he asked with a smile: "Mr. and his wife are here?"

Song Hua replied: "My grandfather had an interview with Lord Yang, the left censor of Lantai Temple today, but he knew that the junior teacher would come, so he was still waiting in Fengzheng Hall. Grandmother was cooking birthday noodles for the junior teacher in the kitchen."

When Jia Cong heard this, he sighed softly, without saying anything pretentious, and walked directly to Fengzhengtang.

...

Although Fengzheng Hall is still there, the plaque on the door has been taken down.

Fengzheng Hall is not a room, but the hall name of the Song family in Jiangpu.

Since the Song family has decided to leave Beijing, the hall name will naturally go south.

Looking at the bare gatehouse, Jia Cong felt a little empty.

I sent Qingwen and others to Jiumeiyuan before, and Jia Cong and Song Hua entered.

I saw Song Yan, who was completely white in his hair, was sitting in the main hall drinking tea and reading books. He was wearing regular household clothes and no longer had an official spirit.

"Sir, please pay tribute to me."

Jia Cong bowed and greeted her. He was already over seventy years old. Jia Cong didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing his mentor.

Song Yan looked pretty good, and he couldn't see the discomfort after retiring for the time being. He heard the sound and saw that it was Jia Cong, and a happy smile appeared on his face covered with age spots, and said, "Is it Qingchen here? OK, okay, get up."

Jia Cong stood up, stepped forward respectfully, stood beside him, and asked, "Sir, can you eat and sleep well recently?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "An, Duan. After working for decades, I finally got some time to rest. How can I be uneasy? I just heard that your family has been making trouble for a while, but it's okay?"

What happened in the Jia Mansion is definitely not hidden from the eyes of those who are interested.

Song Yan has been paying attention to Jia Cong, so he is naturally clear about what happened in the Jia Mansion.

Jia Cong said gratefully in his heart: "Don't worry, sir, some small things are not worth the teacher's concern."

Song Yan nodded with a smile, paused, but said earnestly: "Qing minister, don't underestimate family affairs, especially the noble family affairs like you, are always full of dangers.

Even I feel dizzy when you are in your house. Don’t think that everything is going well, just take it lightly.”

When Jia Cong heard this, his heart was shocked. He glanced at Song Yan, but couldn't see anything.

But he knew that Song Yan's words were always aimless and that there must be cause and effect, so he solemnly responded: "Mr. I will remember what you say, and I will never dare to be careless."

Song Yan nodded. He couldn't say anything before something happened.

Otherwise, there will be suspicion of falsely accusing people of being famous and alienating relatives...

After asking a few more questions about academic matters, Mrs. Song Yan, Wu, came in with a maid with a smile on her face.

The maid also held a tray in her hand, and there was a porcelain bowl on it.

Jia Cong hurriedly knelt down to pay his respects, but was shouted by Wu's voice.

Wu looked at Jia Cong lovingly and said, "Today is your baby. The master has never given birth to his children and grandchildren, but he has been talking to me since last night, saying that he must not forget it.

How can I forget? You beat a child to be a motherless person, and your father and mother are not kind. I missed a poor child. He was so sensible at such a young age.

When we leave tomorrow, remember to cherish ourselves..."

Jia Cong smiled when he heard this, his voice hoarse, "Master's wife, I remember it all."

Song Yan frowned and scolded his wife, "What are you doing to say this? It will only ruin people's spirit, but also make a loving mother defeat her son."

Wu was not afraid of him and laughed: "I don't know who has been taking care of his disciples for the past two days, and he will go to see the Zuodu Censor of Lantai Temple in a while?"

Song Yan's old face was a little overwhelmed, and snorted, "Nonsense..." but warned Jia Cong, and said, "Although he has entrusted several old friends who are still in the capital to take care of him, it is not as good as before. They can only make efforts occasionally to prevent those people from doing whatever they want. But in the end, the trend is now.

You must know the grievances between you and the New Party.

Although the new party will not act rashly in the face of the nobles for the time being, if the other party really seizes the handle and starts, it will definitely be a thunderous blow.

So remember to be careful in your words and actions.”

Seeing Song Yan's face was solemn, Jia Cong nodded slowly because he added a lot of pressure.

But I heard Song Yan add it again:

"Not only outside, but also inside."

When Jia Cong heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

This is the second reminder...

...

In April, the weather is warm.

There are many celebrities, princes and grandsons, and beautiful prostitutes who go out for a walk in the city.

Or go to the eastern suburbs of Chang'an to see the weeping willows on the Ba Bridge, or go to the south pond of Qujiang to see the willows swaying.

Those who go to Daci'en Temple to enjoy the peach blossoms are also traveling like clouds.

"On apricot blossoms blow on your head during a spring tour.

Who is young and romantic in the Moshang family?

I plan to marry you for a lifetime.

Even if you are abandoned ruthlessly, you cannot be ashamed."

Jia Cong’s biggest mistake today was probably to change his horse from the Shangshu Mansion to ride.

If you are a big family, you can often ride a horse.

Jia Cong's riding skills were learned in the Imperial College.

Today, Song Yan's advice made Jia Cong's pressure increase. Wu was angry. After Jia Cong finished eating the birthday noodles, he asked him and Song Hua to ride a horse to open the way and protect her to burn incense and fulfill his wish.

I originally wanted Jia Cong to relax, but I forgot the four words "Beauty is in trouble".

The Dacien Temple is located in the southern suburbs of Chang'an City, while the Shangshu Mansion is located in the east city of Chang'an. Jia Cong and Song Hua rode their horses from the Shangshu Mansion and crossed half of the Chang'an City.

I don’t know how many girls and wives were beating and guiding them along the way...

Officials and officials have strict ethics and require girls from boudoirs to stay away from the door. However, ordinary people pursue their livelihoods more often, so how can they be so strict?
To be continued...