Chapter 698: Crescent Moon Shines on Room Feelings

Count's Mansion, Jia Cong's Courtyard.

In the main hall, tea fragrance drifted, orchids and musk were full, and the sound of orioles and swallows was very lively and warm.

Yingchun, Daiyu, and other sisters returned from the West Mansion and went to Jia Cong's courtyard to sit, and the topic never left Wang Xifeng's newly born daughter.

Xiangyun smiled: "That little girl is small and soft; it's truly fun; I use my fingers to tease her, and she will grab it with a handful, and she is quite strong."

Daiyu said: "I want to hold that girl, but I don't have the third brother's ability, so I really don't dare to do it."

Jia Cong smiled: "That's not easy; next time I go to see the little girl with my sister, I will teach you how to hold her; it's not a very difficult thing."

Yingchun smiled: "I heard Jia Mu nag that a newborn child's bones are soft; if you don't know the method, you don't dare to hold them randomly."

"Wait until she is raised for half a year, then there will be no big obstacle; by then you can hold her as much as you want."

"Baoyu is also getting married at the end of the year; maybe in these two years, there will be new descendants in the family; there will really be things to hold in the future."

Hearing Yingchun's words, a strange image suddenly appeared in Jia Cong's mind: Baoyu and Xia Jingui holding a child, the two following each other.

He couldn't help but shiver, and even gave birth to a strange and weird interest, imagining the scene of seeing this.

He always felt it was too absurd and bizarre, and hurriedly stopped his boring reverie.

Just then, Zhi Shao carried the newly brewed fragrant tea into the main hall and smiled to refill tea for the sisters.

Shi Xiangyun's pair of watery big eyes stared at Zhi Shao's slender waist and abdomen, her expression a bit ambiguous and curious.

Tan Chun had always been clear-eyed and careful, and soon noticed Shi Xiangyun's strange and funny expression.

She suddenly remembered the joke Xiangyun told, that the masters loved to be intimate with the girls who had served tea, and she immediately understood the meaning of Xiangyun's gaze.

Yun Yatou must have seen Feng sister give birth to a child, so she whimsically speculated about Zhi Shao's belly...

She couldn't help but look at Zhi Shao and Jia Cong, and her pretty face flushed pink.

The sisters chatted and talked until the sky was slightly dark, and Jia Cong asked the kitchen to open a banquet in the main hall to celebrate the sisters' Qixi Festival.

Jia Cong originally wanted to send someone to the West Mansion to pass the word, letting Wu'er and Ping'er join the banquet to be lively.

Thinking that Wang Xifeng gave birth today, there must be a lot of things in that courtyard, and the two couldn't leave to help, so he had to give up for the time being.

Waiting until the banquet was halfway through, a crescent moon shone brightly in the night sky, and Wu'er returned to the courtyard from the West Mansion.

The sisters finished the banquet and chatted while admiring the moon in the courtyard; the summer wind was cool, the fragrance was fine, and the laughter was like bells.

Until the moonlight gradually became hazy and dim, and in the deepest and darkest part of the sky, the Milky Way could be seen shining, and the Cowherd and Weaver Girl were shining at both ends of the galaxy.

Jia Cong set up an incense table in the courtyard, and the sisters knelt and worshipped the Weaver Girl to beg for skills according to the customs of the Daughter's Festival.

He saw the sisters bowing down, with wide sleeves and fragrant wind, waists as slender as willows, beautiful faces, plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo, each with its own strengths.

Or closing their eyes and meditating, or chanting words, although he didn't know their respective prayers, the peaceful and elegant atmosphere made Jia Cong's heart beat, and he smiled knowingly.

After the prayer, a little maid brought out a tray with colorful silk threads and silver needles prepared early.

The sisters played the game of threading needles by the moon, which was the custom of begging for skills on Qixi since ancient times; the one who could thread seven needles fastest by the moon was the most skillful girl.

Although Shi Xiangyun had a bold nature and was not as delicate and thoughtful as Yingchun and Daiyu.

But because she did a lot of needlework at home, she was the fastest to thread seven needles, several needles faster than other sisters, and couldn't help but be proud and smile.

Next was Yingchun, who did the most needlework among the Jia family sisters; most of Jia Cong's shoes and socks were made by her own hands.

Next was Daiyu; although she rarely did needlework, her threading was quite nimble.

Baochai was good at embroidery, but it was all slow work and careful work; being skillful and fast was not her strength.

Tan Chun, Xing Xiuyan, and others were all at normal speed; Xichun was young and didn't understand needlework, threaded two needles, then threw them aside and took fruit to gnaw.

Among the maids, Qingwen was skillful and good at needlework, threading seven needles in a flash, naturally no one was faster than her.

After a gathering and joke, it was already midnight, and the sky was not early, so the sisters returned to their courtyards to rest.

Qingwen, Zhen Ying Lian, and others tidied up the things and returned to their rooms to rest; only Wu'er was on night duty today and followed Jia Cong back to the room.

The two returned to the room; Wu'er served Jia Cong to wash his face and undress, helped him spread the bed and quilt, and was busy in the room like usual.

Finally, she untied her outer jacket, wore a small inner garment, sat in front of the dressing table to remove her hairpins and jewelry, untied her hair bun, and tied her hair with a hair rope.

The candle in the room flickered, and the copper mirror reflected Wu'er's pretty face, skin like fat jade, eyebrows like paintings, beautiful and intoxicating.

Jia Cong asked: "Today the second sister-in-law gave birth, and it was safe for mother and daughter; it has been complicated in her courtyard these two days, is everything proper?"

Wu'er put the removed jewelry into the jewelry box and said: "The second young lady transferred two experienced old women from the East Mansion, and they have been serving there these days."

"Jia Mu also allocated two maids to arrange daily movement; Ping'er and Feng'er both sleep in the inner room, guarding there all the time."

"The midwife said that as long as the first three days pass, and the child eats and sleeps steadily, it will be safe, and just raise her well later."

Jia Cong smiled: "The second sister-in-law gave birth and still needs a doctor to recuperate; it will take two or three months to recuperate; you and Ping'er will have to work hard for a period of time."

Wu'er smiled: "Ping'er and I are used to it, so it's not too hard; speaking of doctors, I remember one thing."

Jia Cong asked: "How is it related to the doctor?"

Wu'er said: "Before sunset this afternoon, Jia Mu and the third master had left for a long time, and Xi Ren sister from Baoyu's room suddenly came to find me."

"She said that Baoyu has been in low spirits these days and hasn't slept peacefully at night for a while."

"I also heard that Miss Lin's deficiency was treated by the divine doctor Zhang Youpeng, and she took his exclusive pills, so her body is getting healthier."

"It can be seen that the divine doctor Zhang's medical skills are superb, so she wanted to invite the divine doctor Zhang to diagnose their second master."

"It's just that they have no dealings with the divine doctor Zhang, so they came to ask me for the news of Mr. Zhang's residence, so they could invite him into the mansion to treat their Baoyu."

"But I remember the third master said that the divine doctor Zhang is currently traveling outside and hasn't been in the Love Shenjing these days."

"So I told Xi Ren sister the reason, because the third master and the divine doctor Zhang are close friends."

"If the divine doctor Zhang returns to the capital, the third master will definitely know the news and go to tell them."

Jia Cong felt strange in his heart and said: "Baoyu doesn't sleep well at night, does it need such a big battle to invite the divine doctor Zhang to diagnose?"

"I think he is lazy and has nothing to do, his mind is bored, so he can't sleep well at night; what kind of illness is this? Where does it need a doctor?"

Hearing the disdain in Jia Cong's words, Wu'er couldn't help but smile and said: "The second master can lecture people like this, but I can't say that."

"However, Xi Ren sister heard my words and suddenly said that since it's inconvenient for the divine doctor Zhang, then don't bother the third master; they will go and invite other doctors."

"Later I said that the divine doctor Zhang's brother, Doctor Zhang Youshi, is also in the Love Shenjing, and the third young lady's hand was cured by him."

"Ping'er said that a Doctor Hu often came to the mansion a few years ago, who is also an old man in the Imperial Hospital, and his medical skills are also quite good."

"These two doctors can be invited by Lin Zhixiao; Xi Ren sister said she would go back to the second mistress first, and asked for the addresses of the two doctors."

"Third master, you said Baoyu doesn't have an illness, but I see Xi Ren sister's expression is nervous, as if it's a terrible illness."

Hearing Wu'er's words, Jia Cong couldn't help but move in his heart, and carefully thought about it, feeling something was wrong.

If Baoyu really had a tricky illness, his maids would have reported it to Jia Mu long ago, and Jia Mu would have made a big fuss.

But today Wang Xifeng gave birth to a daughter, and Jia Mu brought people to visit, refreshed and without any worry, and chatted and laughed for a long time.

If Baoyu really had a tricky illness, Jia Mu wouldn't be so relaxed.

Jia Cong thought clearly about the key, mostly guessing that Xi Ren invited the famous doctor secretly, and Jia Mu definitely didn't know.

He didn't know what illness Baoyu had; this Xi Ren invited a doctor so low-key and obscure.

She didn't let Lin Zhixiao invite him immediately, but wanted the addresses of the two doctors; her words and deeds were quite strange.

As for Baoyu's illness, it was just not sleeping peacefully at night; even if Jia Cong heard it suddenly, he wouldn't easily believe it.

If it was just not sleeping peacefully at night, it was a minor illness not worth mentioning; why find a divine doctor who could cure Daiyu's deficiency?

Although Jia Cong had doubts in his heart, in any case, it wasn't his business, so he was too lazy to spend more brain power.

He said: "Since they want to find other doctors, let them go; more things are worse than less."

Wu'er combed her hair in front of the copper mirror and smiled: "The little girl born by the second young lady is truly lovable, small, soft, and fragrant."

"Ping'er couldn't let go after holding her; I asked her to let me hold her for a while, but she wouldn't let go."

Jia Cong smiled when he heard this, walked behind Wu'er, took the comb from her hand, and combed her hair casually.

He smiled: "Children are always a bit cute and easy to be loved; if you like children, we will raise one in the future."

Hearing this, Wu'er's face flushed red, her expression was a bit coy, and she wanted to laugh but held it back.

She felt the comb in Jia Cong's hand sliding gently through her hair, revealing an unspeakable intimacy, and suddenly her body felt a bit soft.

She pursed her lips and smiled, saying: "I don't know how to raise them; the third master is so close to Zhi Shao now, let her help you raise one, isn't that good?"

Hearing her soft words, with restrained lingering affection and a trace of slight jealousy, Jia Cong felt a burst of heartbeat and intoxication.

Although Wu'er had also performed the family ceremony of entering the room, they had been intimate in their daily life, but they hadn't had the intimacy of sleeping in the same bed.

Just like two lines about to intersect, before they met and collided, they always kept a distance, just moving in the same direction.

When he was ten years old, Wu'er was assigned to serve him, and the two could be considered to have grown up together.

Compared with Qingwen, Wu'er was more sensible and considerate, and had always been Jia Cong's trusted head maid.

Even when he inherited the Rongguo title, he needed someone to help him guard and manage the West Mansion family business, and the first person he thought of was Wu'er.

This importance and trust, compared with other maids around him, appeared quite different.

He wouldn't pretend to be a fake scholar, wouldn't hide and suppress, and for this girl who had accompanied him since childhood, he had that yearning and possession from the bottom of his heart.

He just wanted to let these things happen naturally, without making her feel even a trace of reluctance and urgency...

The candle flickered, the copper mirror was bright, and the room began to permeate with heavy ambiguity, as well as inexplicable sweetness, which seemed to be able to catalyze the heartbeat in the heart.

Wu'er remembered Wang Xifeng's teasing words that day, asking if Jia Cong had ever loved her, and saying that as long as she acted like a spoiled child to Jia Cong, all good things would happen...

Her heart was burning; she was truly shameless; why did she remember those shameful words?

But she couldn't help but ponder whether she should act like a spoiled child to the third master, but she seemed to have never acted like a spoiled child; what should she do...

The red candle on the dressing table jumped, making the pretty and charming face in the copper mirror shine even more brilliantly, clear and hazy, soul-stirring.

Jia Cong put down the comb, hugged Wu'er's slender and soft waist with both hands, and the faces leaning against each other appeared in the copper mirror.

One was pretty and moving, the other was clear and bright, which complemented each other, and there was also an intimate tacit understanding cultivated by long-term companionship.

Looking at the girl in the mirror, Jia Cong smiled: "Wu'er, it would be good to raise a daughter in the future, preferably as pretty as you, and as considerate and knowing."

Even with such intimacy, it wasn't the first time, Wu'er was still slowly getting hot from being hugged, and her soft and pleasant words carried a trace of shy trembling.

"Third master, raising children is painful; you haven't seen the second young lady making such a big noise; every time she screams in pain, it's especially loud; every time I hear it, my legs tremble."

"Thinking about it now, I still have lingering fears; Jia Mu said the second young lady was considered smooth; some women have to hurt for a day or two when raising children..."

Hearing her say it was cute, and even her words were trembling, he thought Wang Xifeng's birth movement was truly not small, and it was almost leaving a shadow on Wu'er.

He whispered with a smile: "Since you are afraid of pain, I won't force you; we won't raise them."

Wu'er felt Jia Cong's hands hugging her waist tightening, and the cheek leaning against her temple was getting hot.

Her heart was confused, and the love in her chest surged; the scene of Wang Xifeng screaming just now, which was still circling in her heart, seemed to fade away.

She felt Jia Cong's hands wandering on her body; he often liked to touch her little hands since she was a child, and occasionally kissed her when no one was around, but he had never been so wanton.

She felt the shameful moment was about to arrive...

Ever since she served tea to Jia Mu in Rongqing Hall, how could she not have had ignorant longing in her heart?

As Jia Cong's hands became increasingly bold, the uncontrollable, soft tremors throughout her body plunged her consciousness into a chaotic, sweet, and ecstatic state.

She closed her eyes shyly, panting, wanting to grab Jia Cong's hand, but it seemed she couldn't grab it.

She bit her cherry lips slightly and blurted out: "Wu'er is not afraid of pain; as long as the third master likes it, Wu'er is willing to do anything."

Hearing her affectionate words, Jia Cong's hot blood surged, and he kissed her lips forgetfully, his hands already reaching into her small inner garment.

The red candle flame on the dressing table jumped, seemingly shy to peek at this unbearable scene.

The heart-beating lingering grinding lasted for I don't know how long, and Wu'er's snow-white silk clothes fell to the floor, like two pure white flower petals falling to the ground.

Every inch of the girl's skin seemed to be left with traces of wanton doting.

Until Jia Cong held Wu'er in his arms and walked slowly toward the bed.

Wu'er's snow-white and crystal-clear jade arms hugged Jia Cong's neck tightly, burying her pretty face in his shoulder, seemingly too shy to see the light again.

The hair rope on her hair was pulled off by Jia Cong during their entanglement, and her hair draped down, covering the girl's half-naked alluring body.

Seeing Wu'er in his arms shy and unable to restrain herself, Jia Cong couldn't help but take a few steps back, turned his head and blew out the red candle on the dressing table, and the room suddenly went dark.

With the arrival of darkness, Jia Cong clearly felt Wu'er's tense body relax, and she called out affectionately: "Third master."

That crescent moon in the sky just happened to emerge from the clouds, and the milky white moonlight shone through the window lattice into the room.

Wu'er raised her head from Jia Cong's shoulder, her white pretty face flushed like clouds, just colliding with Jia Cong's gaze, and she couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Waiting for Jia Cong to kiss her again, Wu'er was a bit forgetful, holding Jia Cong's face, letting him kiss her wantonly.

Until the two rolled off the bed, the only remaining constraints, the last cover, were all thrown onto the jujube wood floor.

Jia Cong still couldn't bear to part with that alluring cherry lip soaked in rouge.

In the rolling and playing, the flower-like soft lips were endlessly taken and tasted...

As the moon set in the window, shining brightly on the bed, Wu'er blushed and used her rose-red embroidered chest wrap to wipe the rouge Jia Cong had rubbed on his mouth.

It was just that before she could wipe it clean, Jia Cong's forgetful excitement had already disrupted her movements.

Uncontrollable, delicate cries and moans, accompanied by occasional gasps of surprise, gradually transitioned from stagnant, obscure pain into a joyful, galloping stream...

Like the back-and-forth sea tide, full of struggle and trembling, it was hard to calm down for a long time.

Amidst the infinite allure and the intoxicating sounds of moaning and sobbing, murmurs were occasionally heard, transmitted in fits and starts.

"Third master, I'm a bit scared."

"Didn't you say you weren't afraid of pain just now?"

"I'm not talking about this; the third master likes girls, and I also like girls, but what if I raise a boy?"

"My mother said that the third master hasn't married yet; if I raise a boy first, it will cause trouble; the third master hasn't married yet, don't let me get too close..."

Jia Cong smiled: "No wonder these days, every time it's your turn to be on night duty, you don't want to pay attention to me after finishing things."

"Just go to the side couch and cover your head to sleep; at night when I get up to drink water, you pretend to be asleep; you used to be the most alert, for fear that I would bully you."

Wu'er blushed and said: "I'm not hiding from the third master, just feeling that what my mother said still has some truth."

Jia Cong's palm roamed over the silk-like, plump, and delicate skin, finding it somewhat difficult to tear himself away.

He whispered comfortingly: "Don't listen to your mother, just listen to me; other people's families are poor and particular, but I don't have this set here."

"In the future, no matter if I raise a boy or a girl, I will treasure them the same; with me here, don't be afraid of people gossiping; my business is none of their business."

Wu'er's voice was a bit confused: "Big mansions are all like this; I've never heard of the third master's saying

Jia Cong said in her ear, "From childhood to now, think carefully: when have I ever coaxed you?"

Upon hearing Jia Cong's words, Wu'er was subconsciously recalling the past, but she had only thought of half of it.

Jia Cong began to act restlessly again; with forceful possession and shameful swaying, her pretty face flushed red like fire, and her train of thought was instantly interrupted.

Like a small boat about to capsize in a raging storm, tremors of impending fainting emanated from the depths of her soul, accompanied by an infinite affection that had sprouted before her youth had even blossomed.

She hugged Jia Cong tightly, and all her worries and fears about the future were soon drowned out by boundless pleasure... (End of chapter)