Chapter 786: Fragrance on the Same Couch on a Snowy Night

Rongguo Prefecture, Jia Cong's Courtyard.

Everyone had finished dinner, and the snow outside still hadn't stopped, drifting like goose feathers.

Under the dark blue sky, the nearby courtyards and distant pavilions were all covered with a layer of silvery luster.

Jia Cong got up to see Baochai back to the Lixiang Courtyard. Because it was cold and snowy at night, he told Zhen Ying Lian and others not to follow, as it would be more convenient for him to go back and forth.

By the time Jia Cong saw Baochai off and returned to the courtyard, the tables, chairs, bowls, and dishes in the hall had been cleared, and most of the candles in the candlesticks had been extinguished, leaving only a few for lighting.

Entering the main room, the candlelight was warm, and the red brocade quilt on the bed was spread out, wrapping around a slender and spiritual delicate body.

Thick, pitch-black hair was piled on the pillow, revealing a fiery red collar and a touch of snow-white neck skin.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the quilt was lifted at one corner, and Qingwen turned her head and smiled, "Cong Sanye, you returned so quickly. Why didn't you sit a while longer at Lixiang Courtyard?"

"It would have been good to chat with Sister Bao. Isn't it a pity to return so early? I just lay down, and the quilt hasn't even been warmed yet."

Jia Cong saw Qingwen in a fiery red inner garment, which made her skin look even whiter than snow, pretty as a fairy, and couldn't help but appreciate her carefully for a few moments.

Hearing the teasing tone in her words, it sounded like Lin Meimei's tone.

He laughed, "You are the one who loves to grind your teeth the most. Sister Bao and I were talking about serious matters today, not chatting."

Qingwen was full of interest, wrapped her body tightly in the quilt again, and asked, "Cong Sanye, do you think Miss Lin is better, or Sister Bao is better, or are both good?"

Jia Cong laughed, "You little spirit, what a tricky question you ask. I think it's still..."

Qingwen's pair of big, watery eyes widened, shining, full of curiosity and excitement, waiting for Jia Cong to say the truth.

Jia Cong saw her expression and laughed, "Forget it, I'd better not say it, lest your little mouth makes a fuss."

Qingwen deflated, unconvinced, "Cong Sanye is talking nonsense. My mouth is the tightest. When have I ever not kept the door?"

"I saw Cong Sanye chatting with Sister Bao today, smiling, you must think she is better."

Jia Cong laughed, "You're guessing blindly again. I think chatting with you is also very interesting, so you are also quite good."

Qingwen's pretty face flushed, she pouted and said, "Cong Sanye is coaxing people with good words again. Do you really think I'm stupid?"

Jia Cong laughed, "Now you are getting better at managing the house. Today, Wu'er and Ping'er are not here, and you have arranged things quite well."

"Being able to think of placing a small desk for Sister Bao is much more thoughtful than before."

Qingwen smiled proudly, looking even prettier, and laughed, "Finally you see my good points. Cong Sanye, warm yourself by the fire first. I'll be done in a moment."

As she spoke, she wrapped herself in the quilt and simply covered her head, wanting to warm the quilt as quickly as possible.

Jia Cong laughed, opened the incense cage, and added red mud charcoal. Before long, the room was warm and cozy.

There was a copper basin on the basin stand in the room, filled with hot water, and it was still slightly hot to the touch. He thought it must have been prepared by Qingwen earlier.

He washed his face and rinsed his mouth, blew out most of the candles in the room, and went to the clothes rack to change into pajamas.

But after being busy for a while, Qingwen in the quilt was silent. If it were usual, she would have gotten up to serve him.

He walked over and lifted a corner of the quilt, finding that Qingwen's pretty face was flushed, her breathing was even and long, and she had already fallen asleep.

He thought it must be that she covered her head to warm the quilt, which inadvertently caused sleepiness, and he added charcoal fire, making the room warm and even more hypnotic.

Jia Cong saw that she was sleeping deeply and couldn't bear to wake her up. Fortunately, the bed he slept on was very large, and it wouldn't be crowded even if a few more people slept on it.

He took the cotton quilt and pillow from the small couch and laid them down outside Qingwen to sleep.

Because he had a few cups of wine with Baochai last night, although he was far from drunk, he was more tired, so he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The night was deep, the dreams were sweet, and after an unknown amount of time, the sky outside was still dark, and Jia Cong woke up at the usual time.

He felt the bed was fragrant, soft, and warm like spring.

He noticed that the red brocade quilt Qingwen was covering had been kicked away by her, revealing her upper body in a red inner garment, her plump and full breasts rising and falling slightly.

He thought it must be because the two were sleeping on the same bed, and the room was burning with an incense cage, making the bed warm at night, and Qingwen was not honest when sleeping, kicking away half of the quilt.

Jia Cong couldn't help but laugh, sat up, pulled her quilt over, and was about to cover her again, but the quilt was cold to the touch.

Because he sat up, Qingwen woke up suddenly. Seeing that she was sleeping beside Jia Cong, and the two had slept on the same bed all night, her pretty face turned fiery red.

She rubbed her eyes and said, "How did I fall asleep? Cong Sanye, why didn't you wake me up?"

Jia Cong was afraid she would be shy, so he laughed, "I called you last night, but you were sleeping soundly. I pushed you and you didn't wake up, so I just slept here with you."

Qingwen was a bit confused and said, "How could I sleep so soundly? I'm usually alert."

Although she was a bit shy, it wasn't a big deal. She had served Jia Cong since she was ten. Although she had passed the age of accompanying him to bed.

But as a close maid, they had been close since childhood, and they had many intimacies, so it seemed that the shyness in her heart couldn't resist the sleepiness of the early morning.

Jia Cong laughed, "Where you sleep is where you sleep. Can't this bed fit one of you? You are not honest when sleeping either."

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and wrapped her in it, laughing, "Your quilt is cold. You'd better come here and warm up."

"Before, you always warmed the quilt for me. Now I'll warm it for you."

Qingwen felt warm all over, mixed with Jia Cong's breath, making her heart jump, and even her sleepiness faded a bit.

Although they were uninhibited in their speech and laughter every time they were on night duty before, they had never slept on the same pillow like this.

Suddenly she said, "Cong Sanye, the matrons in the courtyard said that if the masters suddenly say good words and coax you until you are dizzy, they are mostly going to do bad things."

Jia Cong tried hard to hold back his laughter and said, "Qingwen, why are the matrons in the inner courtyard so close to you? They always tell you these... good words."

Qingwen gave a huff and said, "They are not close to me. It's just because I am Cong Sanye's maid, so they love to curry favor with me."

Jia Cong held back his laughter and said, "I didn't expect you to be so quick-witted, but you are really not confused in your heart. Since they love to say dirty words, you must know what bad things are."

Qingwen's pretty face gradually turned red. She moved twice in the quilt and said unconvinced, "I naturally know what bad things are, but I've heard of them but never seen them."

Jia Cong couldn't help but laugh out loud, reached out to hold her slender waist, and kissed her cheeks and lips a few times, only feeling her skin was smooth, fragrant, and intoxicating.

Qingwen trembled all over, not knowing how to resist at all, and said confusedly, "Cong Sanye, why are you kissing me for no reason..."

Jia Cong laughed, "Aren't you saying you haven't seen bad things?"

Qingwen was soft and trembling, and said tremblingly, "I haven't served tea to the Old Matron yet. I can't do bad things. It's too shameful."

Jia Cong held back his laughter in his heart, and had some feelings. Just as he wanted to tease her a few more words, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open.

Qingwen and Jia Cong were intimate in the inner room. Although shy, they were sweet in their hearts, but being broken into suddenly made her hair stand on end.

She hurriedly lifted the quilt and subconsciously hid in the corner of the bed, but it was too late, and she was seen clearly by Wu'er, who was carrying a copper basin of hot water.

Wu'er's pretty face flushed, she spat lightly, and said with a smile, "Qingwen, did you and Cong Sanye drink the cross-cupped wine last night? I came in too rashly."

Qingwen didn't hide anymore at this moment, ignored the shyness, jumped off the bed, and shouted, "What nonsense! Cong Sanye didn't drink cross-cupped wine with me. Only you would slander me."

"I warmed the quilt for Cong Sanye last night and accidentally fell asleep. It's just that I squeezed into a bed with Cong Sanye. You are not allowed to think nonsense."

Wu'er was a person who had been through it. Seeing Qingwen's figure was agile and she jumped off the bed, not like she had just received the rain and dew, she knew there was nothing else.

In her heart, she found it funny and rare. Cong Sanye squeezed into a bed with this maid last night, and actually didn't do anything...

Wu'er put down the copper basin and draped Qingwen's lined jacket over her.

She scolded with a smile, "In such cold weather, you are running around in just an inner garment. I don't care if you freeze your skin. If you get a headache or fever in the cold weather, I won't serve you."

Qingwen heard Wu'er's words, felt relieved in her heart, and whispered to Jia Cong, "It's all your fault."

She helped Jia Cong change out of his pajamas, put on his lined jacket and outer robe, and took a comb to comb his hair. Her pretty face was still flushed, looking even more delicate and dripping with beauty.

By the time the three of them were fully dressed, they followed each other into the hall, and Lingguan and Zhen Ying Lian had already set breakfast on the table.

The sky was not yet bright, and the whole courtyard had completely awakened. Maids were constantly shuttling back and forth on the veranda.

Not only Jia Cong's courtyard, but the entire inner courtyard of the East Mansion broke the silence, and maids and matrons walked around from time to time. ===== CHAPTER 787 =====