Chapter 166: One Day in the Jia Mansion in Volume B (continued)
Seeing Feng Ziying who finally fell down, Jia Baoyu grinned. After all, he had made the other person drunk. He was inferior to him in everything. At least in terms of drinking, he had made the other person drunk. Well, it seemed that he didn't drink much. , and it was mostly brother Lian who kept him company.
Jia Baoyu was also a little dizzy and stood up, "Second Brother Lian, Brother Feng has no choice but to leave it to you. I have to go back and take a nap."
"Well, go ahead. I've arranged a resting place for Ziying. Just let him sleep for a while." Jia Lian waved his hand and asked Feng'er to help Jia Baoyu out. Fortunately, Xiren was in Baoyu's room. She Yue had already arrived. She handed it over to these two people and helped Jia Baoyu back.
It's just that Feng Ziying can only temporarily arrange to live in her own courtyard. Fortunately, although her small courtyard is not big, it is still okay to take a temporary rest. The wing next to the main house is usually used as a guest room, but in this courtyard Guests rarely come, so Ping'er usually just rests inside.
"Ping'er, come here and help me help Brother Keng to rest." Jia Lian was also a little drunk. This was different from the rice wine in the past. Today he drank a few sips of soju.
This shochu is a recipe that was passed down from the Ming Dynasty court. It is also very popular in the current palace. It is called Jin Jie Lu and is as famous as another Taixi Bai.
This rice wine is mixed with shochu, which makes the wine stronger. This is the main reason why Feng Ziying couldn't drink it.
Ping'er hesitated for a moment. Although this Brother Keng was not old, after all, there were differences between men and women. Her identity was already embarrassing, but she had to help a man. She might attract some gossip in the future, but the master asked her to go, and then After a few more drinks, it didn’t seem right not to go.
Seeing that Ping'er was stunned and didn't move, Jia Lian glanced sideways and said, "How come you only remember your master's words and you don't listen to mine?"
Seeing Jia Lian talking like this, Ping'er could only go over with a smile and said, "What kind of talk are these? It's just a step too slow to make such gossip, so let the slaves do it."
Jia Lian was swaying, smelling of wine, leaning to one side, holding on to the door frame, and thinking to himself: "There are some big bugs in the house, and they only care about her eating people, and don't care whether they are hungry or full..."
Seeing that this man was talking more and more unbearably, and there were still outsiders here, Ping'er's face turned slightly red, and he quickly supported the Feng family elder and walked to the wing over there.
Jia Lian followed, staggering behind.
Seeing Ping'er skillfully taking off Feng Ziying's shoes and helping Feng Ziying lie down on the bed, covered with the same brocade quilt Ping'er used every day, Jia Lian leaned against the door frame and muttered: "It would be a good idea for you to give him your own quilt." Even if it’s covered, I haven’t even covered it,…”
Ping'er was angry and funny, "Master, if you drink too much, go and sleep quickly. Don't talk nonsense here. I only have this quilt here. If I don't cover it for him, should I leave it open for him?" I'm afraid I'll have a headache and fever when I wake up, and then the Feng family will say that we don't understand etiquette."
Jia Lian stared straight at the dizzy woman with red lips and white teeth. He couldn't help himself for a moment and wanted to come over and catch her.
Ping'er was startled, his eyes flashed, and he knew what the other party wanted to do, and said quickly: "There are still people here, don't go crazy. If grandma knows,..."
"How can I be considered crazy? I am the woman who slept with me, who could..." Before Jia Lian finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from the other side: "Ping'er, the second master has had a few too many drinks. Please wait on me. Don't wait." Let him catch a cold..."
Ping'er covered her mouth and chuckled, "Look! If you don't hurry up, grandma is thinking about you."
Jia Lian froze and could only sigh and gave the other party a fierce look, "Lang Hoozi, one day I will make it impossible for you to escape from the palm of my hand!"
After saying that, he walked straight to the upper room with angrily steps. Before he could burn the incense, he heard a groan from the other side.
Ping'er was so panicked that he quickly came out and asked Feng'er to close the courtyard door tightly and tie up the cotton curtain on the other side of the door to prevent the heart-wrenching sound from escaping everywhere.
After putting everything away, Ping'er returned to the house, calmed his racing heart, and leaned on the bedside to think about his own affairs.
Feng Ziying felt that she was in a state of suspension, feeling dizzy, but sleeping very comfortably.
There is a faint aroma in the nose that I have never smelled before. It smells so good that I can’t describe it, and I don’t know where it comes from.
He didn’t know where he was. At this time, he couldn’t even recall everything before. Could it be that he had a dream and that he was still in the original time and space?
His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, but he felt so thirsty that he couldn't help shouting: "Water!"
Ping'er woke up from his thoughts. The place that had been fussing before seemed to have calmed down. There was another wave of greetings, presumably calling Feng'er to come in and wait.
Ping'er probably knew that he was guarding here, or felt that it was inappropriate to ask him to clean up today. Ping'er curled his lips in a self-deprecating tone.
Suddenly she heard that the person on the bed seemed to be moving, and her hoarse voice seemed to be muttering something. She quickly got up and went over to take a look.
Feng Ziying felt as if someone was approaching. Without opening her eyes, she reached out her hand and found a flexible cylinder, but she heard an "ah" sound.
Ping'er was also shocked. As soon as he got closer, he didn't expect that Uncle Feng would reach out and grab his own thigh. His body went limp and he almost fell. When he looked carefully, he saw that The other person 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, lifted the other person's arm with one hand, and handed the honey water to the other person's mouth.
As the warm and sweet honey water entered her stomach, Feng Ziying felt a warm feeling overflowing her body. She subconsciously wrapped some quilts around her body tightly, calmed herself down, then opened her eyes and stood up.
What catches the eye is a dignified and pretty face. She is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the scarlet red skirt and coat with gold edges make her look more mature. Who is that Ping'er girl?
"Thank you so much, Miss Ping'er." Feng Ziying sat up, still feeling a little dizzy, but it was no longer serious. She leaned on the bed and her memory slowly recovered.
The honey water entered my stomach, and my heart slowly calmed down, but my body was still a little sore and limp, and I couldn't move.
Seeing this man leaning on the bed, with one hand on his forehead, as if he was remembering and thinking about something, looking like a young adult, Ping'er's face felt hot for no reason.
The one who grabbed him on the thigh before was almost making a fool of himself. The elder of the Feng family was said to be only thirteen years old, but his body was no thinner than that of the second master. Only his face still had a slightly greenish air, but if Looking at his speech and behavior in the ancestral 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 had gotten themselves drunk. The sweet wine was mixed with soju, which was refreshing for a while, but now they couldn't bear it.
Earlier, she seemed to be hugging something. Her hands were plump and elastic, and she seemed to have a different feeling. Thinking of this, Feng Ziying saw the dizzy look on the face of the woman opposite her, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she had something? What kind of disrespectful behavior?
But at that time, I was drunk and it was impossible to do anything even if I wanted to. Besides, I was not so ridiculous. Feng Ziying felt much more at ease. She guessed that she had just touched the other person's body unintentionally.
With a dry cough, Feng Ziying sat down and said, "Miss Ping'er, please help me a little more. If there was any offence before, please forgive me. Why don't you have someone call my little girl and help her?" When I go back, I really don’t dare to come to your house to drink in the future. Every time I go back after drinking, I feel dizzy..."
Seeing the remorseful look on the other party's face, Ping'er couldn't help but laugh, and some of the annoyance he had over the previous unintentional actions of the other party disappeared.
This Feng family man is still an honest gentleman. If it were anyone else who would take advantage of him and pretend to be stupid, what else could he do to a servant like himself?
It’s not like she’s a delicate and rich lady and the mistress of the house. Could it be that she can still go to Second Master Lian to complain? Maybe people will ask you to wait on them next time.
"Uncle Feng was joking. My ancestors and my wife specially asked me to come to the house to be a guest. The second master and the second master Bao both look forward to the stars and the moon. How can we say it's a trouble? They are all slaves' duties." Ping'er lightly brought up the topic of "offensive behavior" and responded with a smile.
Feng Ziying also breathed a sigh of relief. Once the embarrassing thing is over, let it go. It’s best not to care about it.
Seeing the relieved look on the other person's face, Ping'er felt more and more that this person was a loyal person.
She was following Jia Lian, and it was not like she had never seen those friends around Jia Lian.
Drinking, gambling, listening to plays and going around the house, he just didn't care when he was dissolute. Once or twice he met those people, whose piercing eyes were like stripping off people's clothes, which made people's hearts tremble.
“But your boy named Ruixiang is nowhere to be found. Second Mistress asked Zhao’er to look for him before, but he still hasn’t heard back yet.”
Feng Ziying scratched her head, a little embarrassed, "This guy must be beaten well when he goes back..."
"That's not necessary. This boy is so stubborn that he might think that the master has some arrangements, so he goes off to play on his own. However, as Uncle Feng is so respectable now, he should bring one or two more people with him when he goes out." Ping'er smiled. said.
"Yes, yes, our Feng family has not been back in Beijing for two years, so..." Feng Ziying didn't know how to explain it.
There are less than a hundred people in the Feng family, which is too much for me, but in order to maintain dignity, they have to support it, and even have to add more people.
There are more than 400 men in Rongguo Mansion alone. The total number of masters, servants, maids, women and servants is more than 1,000, more than ten times that of the Feng family. How can it be compared?
Ping'er actually knew some of the situation of the Feng family.
The Feng family was originally in Datong and had returned to Beijing less than two years ago. I heard that the matron of the Feng family was also aloof and did not like to take care of the affairs of the house. It was mainly run by an aunt. Moreover, it was said that the Feng family was not able to make a living outside. Young Master, that aunt is mainly responsible for making a living outside the house, so she probably doesn’t have much time to worry about the daily chores in the house.
I heard these words from Sister Feng.
Speaking of the fact that an aunt can manage the income outside and has no interest in taking care of the affairs of the house, Sister Feng was filled with emotion. She said that the house still needs a man who can be an official and take care of things outside, or not just We make a living by relying on the belongings left by the older generation in this house, and we can't make ends meet. We **** some this year and sell some tomorrow. After going back and forth, I'm afraid that after three to five years, we will be left with nothing.
"That doesn't matter. Uncle Feng has to study and stay in Beijing forever. Naturally, the affairs of the house can be adjusted slowly. If we get married in the future, it will be simple." Ping'er also had nothing to say. talk.
Uncle Feng can't move now, and he has been told to serve well. Two people, a man and a woman alone, can't just stare at each other like this, and they have to find some topics to talk about.
But this Uncle Feng is a man who is studying abroad, what can he say to a girl like me in the inner house? You can't just talk casually about other people's topics.
Feng Ziying had a good impression of Ping'er. Firstly, she spoke highly of this woman in the book "Dream of Red Mansions", which left a deep impression on Feng Ziying. Secondly, she seemed to have acted unintentionally and abruptly when she was waiting for her, and she also had a deep impression on her. She didn't care at all, and she knew how to advance and retreat in her words and deeds. No wonder she and Yuanyang were considered the two top maids in the Jia family, even Zijuan, Xiren, and Qingwen were all inferior.
Feng Ziying also felt that it was good to have such an opportunity to talk to Wang Xifeng, the top maid in the Jia family. It is rare to have such an opportunity. This kind of talk can always best understand the inner foundation of a big family. This method, no matter how much the other party deliberately hides it, can still gain a lot.
What's more, the other party doesn't take much precautions against him, and is just more cautious at most.
"I'm afraid Miss Ping'er followed the second grandma into Jia's house? It should have been a few years ago. I was still in Datong when the second brother Lian got married, and I can't come back." Feng Ziying signaled, and Ping'er understood that the other party still wanted to drink water. , poured another glass and sent it to the other party.
"Well, it's been four or five years. I came here with my second grandma in the 39th year of Yuanxi." Ping'er was also a little surprised that Feng Ziying could still talk to him about these topics. He was quite surprised.
The average gentleman would not bother to talk to the women in the house, not to mention that he is still a servant. Uncle Feng is so famous outside, how can he still be interested in such trivial things? Or maybe you feel that sitting around is boring and want to pick a topic that you can talk to?
Thinking of this, Ping'er felt a little better. At such a young age, he is still aware of his thoughts. No wonder everyone is praising him.
I’m asking for monthly passes for a 4,000-word chapter. It’s the middle of the month, so brothers must have monthly passes. I’ll give you two.
(End of this chapter)