Chapter 166 A Day in the Jia Mansion (Continued)

Seeing Feng Ziying finally collapsed, Jia Baoyu grinned. After all, he got the other party drunk once, and he was inferior to him in everything. At least in terms of drinking, he got the other party down by himself. Uh, it seems that he didn’t drink much. , Lian's second brother was more often with him.

  Jia Baoyu was also a little dizzy, and stood up, "Second Brother Lian, Brother Feng will just leave it to you, I have to go back to sleep for a while."

"Well, let's go, I have arranged a resting place for Ziying here, just let him sleep for a while." Jia Lian waved his hand to signal, and then asked Feng'er to help Jia Baoyu out. Fortunately, the attacker in Baoyu's room Musk Moon has come, hand it over to these two people, and then help Jia Baoyu to go back.

It's just that Feng Ziying can only temporarily live in her own courtyard. Fortunately, although her small courtyard is not too big, it is still possible to take a short rest. The wing room next to the main house is usually used as a guest room, but this courtyard Few guests come, and Ping'er rests in it on a daily basis.

   "Ping'er, come here, help me to help Keng brother to rest." Jia Lian was also a little drunk, this is different from the rice wine in the past, today he drank a few sips of shochu.

  This shochu is a prescription passed down from the court of the Ming Dynasty, and it is also very popular in the palace today. It is called Jinganlu, and it is as famous as another Taixibai.

  This rice wine is mixed with shochu, and the alcohol is stronger, which is the main reason why Feng Ziying does not support it.

Ping'er hesitated for a moment, although this brother Keng was young, men and women were different after all, and his status was already embarrassing, but going to help a man might cause some gossip in the future, but the master told her to go, and After drinking a few more glasses, it seems inappropriate not to go.

  Seeing that Ping'er was standing there without moving, Jia Lian glanced sideways, "Why, I only remember what your master said, and you don't listen to mine?"

  Seeing Jia Lian talking like this, Ping'er could only go by with a smile on his face, "Where is this talking? It's just a step too late to invite such gossip, so let the servants do it."

  Jia Lian swayed, breathed out the smell of alcohol, leaned to one side, supported the door frame, and said to himself: "There are some big moths in the house, they only care about her eating people, and don't care about their hunger and fullness..."

  Seeing that this person's speech became more and more unbearable, and there are outsiders here, Ping'er blushed slightly, and hurriedly supported the Feng family's Dalang and walked to the side room over there.

   Jia Lian staggered after him.

Seeing Ping'er skillfully take off Feng Ziying's shoes, and helping Feng Ziying to go to bed and lie down, the brocade quilt covered was actually Ping'er's daily cover, Jia Lian leaned on the door frame and muttered: "You are kind, give him your own quilt It’s covered, and my grandfather didn’t cover it either,…”

Ping'er was angry and funny, "Master, if you drink too much, go to sleep quickly, don't talk nonsense here, I only have this quilt here, if you don't cover it for him, should you let him open it? I'm afraid I will have a headache when I wake up, and the Feng family will say that we are not polite."

  Jia Lian stared straight at the dizzy woman with red lips, white teeth and white dimples. She couldn't help herself for a while, so she wanted to come and grab her.

  Ping'er was taken aback, his eyes streamed, and he knew what the other party wanted to do, and hurriedly said: "There are still people here, don't go crazy, if grandma finds out,..."

"How can you be crazy? I'm the woman who slept with me, and who..." Before Jia Lian finished speaking, he heard a voice from over there: "Ping'er, the second master drank too many cups, please take care of me, don't you?" Let him catch a cold..."

  Ping'er covered her mouth and chuckled, "Look! Don't hurry over there, grandma misses you."

  Jia Lian's body froze, he could only sigh, and gave the other party a hard look, "Lang Hoof, one day you won't be able to escape from my palm!"

   After finishing speaking, he took steps and went straight to the upper room with a humming sound. Before the incense burned, he heard the sound of humming and chirping.

   Panicked, Ping'er came out quickly, and told Feng'er to close the courtyard door tightly, and tie the cotton curtain on the door over there to prevent the piercing voice from running around.

   After tidying up everything, Ping'er went back to the house, calmed his beating heart, and leaned against the bedside to think about his own affairs.

  Feng Ziying only felt that she was in a suspended state, dizzy, but she slept very comfortably.

   There is a faint fragrance in the nasal cavity that I have never smelled before. It smells so good that I don't know where it came from.

   He didn’t know where he was. At this moment, he couldn’t even recall everything before. Could it be that he had a dream, and was this still in the original time and space?

  The heavy eyelids made him unable to open them, but his mouth was so thirsty that he couldn't help shouting: "Water!"

  Ping'er woke up from his contemplation. The side that had been tossing and tossing before seemed to have quieted down now, and there was another wave of greetings, presumably calling Feng'er to come in and serve.

  Perhaps because she knew that she was guarding here, or because she felt that it was inappropriate to ask herself to clean up today, Ping'er curled her lips mockingly.

  Suddenly heard that the person on the bed seemed to be moving, with a hoarse voice that seemed to be muttering something, she quickly got up and went over to have a look.

  Feng Ziying felt that someone was approaching. Without opening her eyes, she stretched out her hand. An elastic cylinder was in her hand, but she heard an "ah".

Ping'er was also taken aback. As soon as he approached, he stretched out his hand to grab at him without thinking, and grabbed his thigh. His body softened and he almost fell. The other party still had his eyes closed and muttered, "Water, I want to drink water!"

  Ping'er finally understood, brought over the rose honey water that had been prepared, put one hand on the opponent's arm, and handed the honey water to the opponent's mouth.

  Warm and sweet honey water entered her belly, Feng Ziying only felt a warm feeling pervading her body, subconsciously wrapped some quilts around her body tightly, and then opened her eyes and propped herself up.

   What came into view was a dignified and beautiful pretty dimple, she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the red skirt and jacket with gold trim made her look more mature, who is that girl Ping'er?

   "Thank you, Ms. Ping'er." Feng Ziying sat up, still feeling a little dizzy, but no serious problem, leaning on the head of the bed, her memory slowly came back.

  It seems that I don't have a good capacity for alcohol in this life. After drinking a few times, I am half drunk and half awake, which is not good.

  Honey water entered the abdomen, and the heart slowly calmed down, but the body was still a little limp and unable to move.

  Seeing this person leaning on the head of the bed with one hand resting on his forehead, he seemed to be remembering and thinking about something, looking like a little adult, Ping'er's face burned for no reason.

When he grabbed his thigh earlier, he almost made a fool of himself. This Feng family man said he was only thirteen years old, but his body was no weaker than the second master's. Only his face was still a little green, but if he Looking at his speech and behavior in the ancestor's house, I feel that this youthfulness is more like an illusion.

  Feng Ziying was indeed recalling that the two brothers Jia Lian and Jia Baoyu got themselves drunk in a daze. Sweet wine was sandwiched with shochu.

Before, I seemed to be hugging something, and my hands were rich and elastic, and I seemed to have a different feeling. Thinking of this, Feng Ziying saw the dizzy and dizzy appearance of the woman opposite, and my heart thumped. What abrupt faux pas?

  But at that time, I was so drunk that it was impossible to do anything even if I wanted to. Besides, I would not be so absurd.

After coughing dryly, Feng Ziying sat down, "Miss Ping'er, I'm sorry to trouble you, you still have to serve me. If you have offended me before, please forgive me, or let someone call my little girl over and help me." I'll go back, I really dare not come to your house to drink in the future, every time I go back after drinking, I feel dizzy,..."

   Seeing the remorseful face of the other party, Ping'er couldn't help laughing, and some annoyance at the other party's unintentional actions before disappeared.

  This Feng family Dalang is still a sincere gentleman, if it is someone else, he will pretend to be stupid if he takes advantage of it, what can he do with a servant like himself?

   It's not some delicate and expensive young lady, the mistress of the family, can she still go to Lian Erye to sue? Next time, maybe someone will ask you to wait on him.

"Uncle Feng was just joking, the ancestors and wives specially told us to come to the mansion as guests. The second master and the second master Bao are both looking forward to the stars and the moon, so how can we say that it's bothering you? It's all a servant's job." Ping'er lightly brought up the topic of "offensive behavior", and Ping'er responded with a smile.

  Feng Ziying also breathed a sigh of relief, let this embarrassing thing pass, it is best not to care about it.

  Seeing the other party's expression of relief, Ping'er felt more and more that this person was a loyal person.

  She followed Jia Lian, and it's not like she hasn't seen those cronies around Jia Lian.

  Drinking and gambling, listening to operas and going to the mansions, even if you go wild, you don’t care. Once or twice, when you meet those people, their staring eyes seem to be stripping people’s clothes, which makes people’s hearts jump.

   "However, the boy named Ruixiang in your family has not been seen. The second grandma asked Zhaoer to look for it earlier, but there has been no reply yet."

  Feng Ziying scratched her head, feeling a little embarrassed, "This guy, I will definitely beat him up when I get back..."

"That's not necessary. This kind of boy is so stubborn that he might think that the master has arranged, so he went to play by himself, but Uncle Feng is so decent now, he should bring one or two more people when he goes out." Ping'er smiled. on the road.

   "Yes, yes, our Feng family has not been back to Beijing for two years, so..." Feng Ziying didn't know how to explain.

  The Feng family's family has less than one hundred people, and they think it is too many, but in order to maintain their dignity, they still have to support themselves, and even have to add people.

  There are more than 400 men in the Rongguo Mansion alone, and the total number of masters, servants, maids and women is more than 1,000, which is more than ten times that of the Feng family. How can it be compared?

  Ping'er actually knew something about the Feng family.

The Feng family was originally in Datong, and it has been less than two years since they returned to Beijing. I heard that the Feng family's mistress is also a careless person, and she doesn't like to meddle in the affairs of the house. At least, that aunt is mainly responsible for making a living outside, so I guess the daily chores in this mansion don't have much thought to do.

  I heard these words from Sister Feng.

Speaking of the family's aunt who can manage the income from outside the business and has no intention of managing the affairs of the house, Sister Feng is also full of emotions. She said that there must be a man in the house who can be an official and handle things outside. Relying on these belongings left by the older generation in this mansion to make a living, I can't make ends meet. I **** some this year, and sell some tomorrow.

"That doesn't matter. Uncle Feng wants to study and stay in Beijing forever. Naturally, the affairs of this mansion can be adjusted slowly. If we get married in the future, it will be easy." Ping'er also had nothing to ask. talk.

  This Uncle Feng can't move now, and he told himself to wait on him. The two of them are alone, so they can't just stare at each other like this, and they can't find something to talk about.

   But Uncle Feng is a man who is studying abroad, what can he have to say to a girl in his inner house? It's not just that you can only chat casually on other people's topics.

Feng Ziying has a very good impression of Pinger. Firstly, because the book "Dream of Red Mansions" spoke highly of this woman, which left a deep impression on Feng Ziying. She didn't care about it at all, and she knew how to advance and retreat in her words and deeds. No wonder she can be called the two top maids in Jia's mansion with Yuanyang, and Zijuan, Xiren, and Qingwen are all inferior.

Feng Ziying also felt that it would be nice to have such an opportunity to talk to Wang Xifeng's close friends, the top maids in Jia's mansion. It is rare to have such an opportunity to get in touch with each other in normal times. This kind of conversation can always best understand the inner roots of a big family. This way, no matter how hard the other party hides it, it can still gain a lot.

   What's more, the other party doesn't have that much defense against his fear, at most he is more cautious.

"Ms. Ping'er probably followed the second grandmother into Jia's mansion, right? It must have been a few years. I was still in Datong when Lian's second brother got married, and I couldn't come back." Feng Ziying pointed, and Ping'er understood that the other party still wanted to drink water. , Poured another cup and sent it to the other party.

   "Well, it's been four or five years. Yuanxi came here with his second grandmother in the thirty-ninth year." Ping'er was also a little surprised that Feng Ziying could still talk about these topics with him, quite surprised.

  Ordinary elders don’t bother to talk about these things with the women in the house, not to mention that he is still a servant. This Uncle Feng has a lot of scenery outside, so why is he still interested in such trivial matters? Or maybe you just feel bored sitting around and want to pick a topic you can talk to?

  Thinking of this, Ping'er felt a little more fond of him. At such a young age, he is able to understand and perceive his intentions. No wonder everyone is full of praise.

   The 4,000-character chapter asks for a monthly pass. It’s the middle of the month. Brothers must have a monthly pass. Give me two.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)