Yihongyuan.Seil

It was just dawn, and Jia Baoyu opened his eyes drowsyly, sat up in the quilt, rubbed his eyebrows and slowed down for a while before he woke up, so he asked in a hoarse voice: "What time is it now?"

Xiren on the side bed was awakened by him, and hurriedly stood up with his shoes and clothes on his clothes. He first looked at the clock in the corner, and then said, "It's still early. Second Master, please lie down and sleep for a while. I'll let them take it to see it off later.

A bowl of sobering soup comes.”

"I don't sleep anymore, I feel so uncomfortable with headaches."

Jia Baoyu said, lifting the curtain and putting his legs on his feet, frowned and scratching his scalp hard, and then began to become dazed again.

Seeing him looking like he was still hangover, Xiren went to the outside room to explain, then turned back and poured half a cup of warm tea, handed it to Jia Baoyu, "Why did you drink so much yesterday? It's not just you, but even

Mr. Jiao was so drunk that he could not seem to be drunk. After he barely sent you back, he was carried to the living yard to rest."

"Brother Jiao is drunk too?"

Jia Baoyu knocked on his temple in confusion, thinking that he didn't seem to have seen Brother Jiao when he was drinking yesterday, right?

Could it be that after he got drunk, Brother Jiao came back to raise a glass with Brother Lian and drank it hard?

How much did Brother Lian drink?

"Second Brother Lian is okay, right?"

"this……"

When he blurted out about Jia Lian, Xiren shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of this."

I immediately explained: "The main reason is that I am still mourning and shouldn't have drunk a lot. My wife told us yesterday that you should not be able to tell me if you are drunk. I believe that the same is true for Master Lian."

"Oh." Sleigh

Jia Baoyu nodded in a clear understanding, and then suddenly remembered that his uncle had been dead for less than half a year, and he was a little ashamed for a moment.

But then I thought that when I was about to marry Sister Bao when I was filial piety, I sighed again.

Although he kept thinking about Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai were on par with each other in the past two days, to be honest, Jia Baoyu was not sure in his heart. After all, he knew Lin Daiyu's temperament the most.

With Lin Meimei's proud and sensitive personality, unless it is a big reason, how can she agree to be inferior to others? It is said that she is on an equal footing, but which wife can really be on an equal footing with her eldest wife? What's more, the golden and beautiful marriage is

Imperial gifts will definitely be higher than Lin Meimei in the future!

No no no no ~

You can't think so. Maybe Lin's life in Suzhou was not satisfactory, and she was missing the capital?!

Not right, how could I expect Li Meimei to live a bad life?!

But if not...

"Second Master, Second Master?"

Jia Baoyu's chaotic thoughts were interrupted, and then he realized that Musk Moon had brought the sobering soup.

He raised his chin slightly at Musk Yue, and Musk Yue hurriedly scooped the soup with a spoonful and fed it to him, and at the same time he passed the message: "Mr. Jiao sent someone just now, saying that he was waiting for the full workplace,

Second Master wants to be reinstated whenever he wants - as for those who are nearby, he will help Second Master prepare it clearly."

As he said that, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Uncle Jiao really values ​​love and righteousness, and he is not like those who change their minds when they see the wind and step on the lower side!"

Xiren nodded in agreement, and then smiled again: "Our third girl will marry and come to the house in the future. Mr. Jiao should be the one who helps our second master."

As Jiao Shun's power grew, his reputation in Rongguo Mansion was also getting better and better, especially among the slaves, he was regarded as an idol role model.

Jia Baoyu didn't pay attention yet. At this time, he heard Xiren's words that Tanchun was going to marry and "come to his home". He still had a lot of expectations and envy in his words, but suddenly he thought of the rumors about his second sister and Jiao Shun.

At that time, Xiren and Musk Yue started to discuss, but they all thought it was a toad that wanted to eat swan meat.

How many years have passed?

Now, when it comes to the third sister doing part-time affairs for her family, it has become natural for them to see them.

He couldn't help but secretly sigh that the times have changed, and things have changed.

At the same time, Jiao Shun, who was still tired after taking two big bowls of sobering soup, was still wearing a 'hangover' face, and had already driven away from Rongning Street in the carriage of Rongguo Mansion - naturally someone took the bicycle home for him.

Although he rejected Jia She's amusement tools last night on the grounds of "clean and hygienic", he was unable to avoid being squeezed out.

The main reason is that Mrs. Wang complained that he let Lin Daiyu go. Although he had never blamed anything in his mouth, he put his energy into death in secret. He broke the record and squeezed two more strands before he could stop.

This unexpected loss made Jiao Shun complain secretly, so after Mrs. Wang offered to send someone secretly to Suzhou to hide Lin Daiyu first, he decisively chose to refuse.

Of course, it was not entirely because of this.

In short, Jiao dragged his tired body and worked hard between the Ministry of Works and the School of Engineering for a day. It was only in the evening that he regained his energy and appeared in front of Lin Daiyu.

"Is it really sick?"

After hearing Xue Yan's exaggerated description of what happened in the morning, Jiao Shun couldn't help but smile and said, "I used it to be prepared for any trouble, but I didn't want to use it. It seems that my sister's body still needs to be more comfortable to adjust."

As he said that, Lin Daiyu, who had improved a lot, came to the yard, pointed to a long bag leaning against the column and said, "Go and open it."

Xueyan and Chunxian stepped forward and opened the bag, but found four badminton rackets inside, a tied fishing net, and more than a dozen iron sticks.

Jiao Shun came forward and assembled the iron sticks one by one. Soon he formed a rectangular rack. Then he hung the ball net on both sides, which looked like a badminton net.

"Your yard is a little smaller, and it is not convenient to have badminton nets often. This rack is very easy to disassemble and assemble when needed. When used up, it can be removed and placed anywhere."

Listening to Jiao Shun disassembling again and pointing to Xueyan and Chunxian, Lin Daiyu was a little lost for a moment.

The scene in front of her was undoubtedly something that would never happen in her original plan - even if she went back a few days ago, if someone had described all this to her, she would probably insist that this was not the life she wanted.

But after just after realizing it, if you say that you don’t have any touch, you are definitely lying to others and yourself.

Even though he knew that Jiao Shun did this because of Shi Xiangyun and his own beauty, he still couldn't help but feel warm in his heart - especially when he got up sick in the morning and heard the three words "Shun Su Tang".

"What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable again?"

Until Jiao Shun's concerned voice came from his ears, Lin Daiyu realized that he had sorted out the ball net at some point and returned to his side.

Lin Daiyu hurriedly shook her head and denied it, but Jiao Shun was persuaded to go back to the house to rest.

Because she felt uncomfortable lying down in front of Jiao Shun, she wanted to sit on the bed for a while, but Jiao Shun took the initiative to sit on the head of the bed, then patted her thigh and smiled: "Come on, I'll pinch your head for you.

”

Lin Daiyu was about to refuse, but then heard him jokingly say, "We haven't done anything more intimate than this - let alone you still want to do more in-depth?"

Hearing Jiao Shun's easy-to-understand teasing, the blush on Lin Daiyu's face instantly spread behind her ears.

She glanced Jiao Shun with shame and annoyance, then gritted her silver teeth and sat at the end of the bed, then turned her back, took off her embroidered shoes like a bell, and quickly hid the two tender water chestnuts wrapped in silk stockings in the summer quilt.

, and finally, leaned slowly and stiffly on Jiaoshun's legs.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. After half a cup of tea, the back of her head was empty and rested on Jiao Shun's thigh.

Then, Lin Daiyu stayed in awkwardly again.

It’s not that Lin Meimei can’t adapt to this kind of skin friendship, but because Jiao Shun’s legs are too thick, she must try her best to lift her entire back off the ground to pillow on Jiao Shun’s thighs.

Jiao Shun also noticed her embarrassment, laughed, put a pillow behind her, and then changed her thighs to calves.

Only then did Lin Daiyu really get on her pillow.

It is impossible to say how good the touch is. Jiaoshun's legs are full of strong muscles, and it is slightly softer than a stone when lying on it.

However, this hard touch is surprisingly giving people a sense of security, especially when recalling the scene where Jiao Shun stepped on the warning of the prison student, this sense of security will become stronger and stronger.

It was so strong that Lin Daiyu's original nervousness quickly disappeared.

She closed her eyes and felt it for a while, then suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "It should be time, right?"

Although this was a slightest end, Jiao Shun still understood it. He pretended to think for a while before answering: "It's the end of August, the summer heat has not subsided in July. I'm afraid there will be many inconveniences on the road. If you insist on asking for it,

If you go back to Suzhou, it will not be too late to set off after Mid-Autumn Festival in August."

Lin Daiyu was silent for a while, and finally squeezed out like a mosquito and flies: "Then let's finish it before the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The previous sentence she said was that Jiao Shun tried to keep her deadline; while the next sentence was the deadline for the unfinished process of repaying gratitude.

She would suddenly ask this, but she was not aimless, but was worried that she would be addicted to the atmosphere created by Jiao Shun and could not extricate herself. Finally, she forgot her true heart, so she hoped to set a deadline so that she could ask herself at that time.

Make the final choice.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is undoubtedly much later than she expected.

But...

Forget it, let's do it first.

Lin Daiyu closed her beautiful eyes again, and after a while, she fell asleep on Jiao Shun's calves.

…………

For some time after that, Jiao Shun didn’t have to go to Lin Daiyu every day, nor would he bring any surprises or gifts every time he went there, but the courtyard was subtle and gradually had a ‘home’ atmosphere.

Just as Lin Daiyu gradually got used to the small courtyard, the palace concubine became more anxious.

The tea party between the queen and Concubine Wu is held almost every day, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is as close as a sister.

The more this happens, the more desperate Concubine Rong becomes.

She deeply regretted that she shouldn't have provoked Concubine Wu, but who could have thought that Concubine Wu not only did not hate the queen for this, but instead became increasingly close to her?
To be continued...