Jia Baoyu was still full of meaning. He secretly licked the assailant's mouth and ate the rouge on the assailant's mouth. "The taste is really fragrant!"

Qingwen hid behind her and said with a smile, "sister Hua is surnamed Hua. Her mouth is naturally fragrant."

Hua Xi's face flushed, "little hoof, you'll laugh at me."

Jia Baoyu looked at the servant girl fighting with satisfaction and sighed that this was a good day. In Qingshan academy, it was like becoming a monk. There was no fun.

Just as Jia Baoyu was playing with the servant girls, as soon as Jia Zheng entered the yard, he saw aunt Zhao waiting at the door.

Aunt Zhao was gorgeous. She hadn't seen Jia Zheng for months. She wanted to panic long ago. It was like dry firewood meeting a fire. She wanted to rush up now.

"Master, you can come back. I've been waiting for you. I wanted to go to Qingshan academy to accompany you, but the master didn't let me go and scolded me." aunt Zhao choked and held Jia Zheng.

Just after Jia Zheng came back, Jia Tanchun thought that Mrs. Wang was dead and there was only her aunt in the house. Now it was time for her aunt to compete for favor. She sent the little girl to let her aunt put on nice clothes and get ready to welcome Jia Zheng.

When Aunt Zhao got the news, she found the beautiful clothes she was reluctant to wear on weekdays, and they were still autumn clothes. In this way, she could look better. In order to get Jia Zheng's people and heart, aunt Zhao also worked hard.

Jia Zhengsu spent several months in Qingshan Academy. They were all men. They couldn't get out of the Academy at all. There were no women at all. It was young and strong, and it was dry firewood and fire. Aunt Zhao's fragrant soft meat and graceful figure immediately lit the fire on Jia Zheng.

This heat, like a spark, has been stirred and burned immediately.

Jia Zheng and aunt Zhao went into the house, rolled directly to the bed and tossed hard twice before they stopped. Aunt Zhao asked the servant girl to bring water in. She fooled around with Jia Zheng in the bath bucket again.

I tossed for a long time and didn't stop until it was dark.

Jia Zheng put on clean clothes and said goodbye to Aunt Zhao, "wait for me in the house. I'll hurt you in the evening."

Aunt Zhao's heart beat faster. "Thank you, sir. I'm waiting for you in the house."

Jia Zheng stretched out his hand and squeezed two hands on Aunt Zhao. Then he left contentedly and went to rongqingtang.

Rongqing hall is full of happiness.

Jia Baoyu came before Jia Zhengyu. After all, Jia Baoyu was still young and could not perform a certain function, so he ate the rouge in the servant girl's mouth and played with the servant girl at most. Therefore, it didn't take long to take a bath, put on clean clothes, and came to the Rongqing hall under the escort of the servant girl.

Jia Baoyu didn't go anywhere and sat next to old lady Jia.

"Baoyu, tell me, how are you in the academy?" old lady Jia asked. She was very distressed. She missed seeing her grandson for such a long time. She looked at Baoyu with good eyes.

Jia Baoyu held out his hand and was beaten by the master not long ago because he didn't recite the article. "Old lady, you see, my hand was beaten by the master of Qingshan Academy. At that time, I could recite, but I was a little nervous and forgot. I was beaten without reciting. If I was beaten, I can't cry. If I cry, I will be beaten harder."

On the other side of Mrs. Jia, Jia Tanchun saw that Jia Baoyu's palm was blue and purple. He immediately red his eyes and reached out to touch the blue and purple of Jia Baoyu's palm. "Baoyu, do you still hurt?"

Jia Baoyu choked. "It hurts, but it hurts."