The Second Master of the Red Chamber

The next day Sister Feng came back from the palace and called Qingwen.

"Second Grandma..."

When Qingwen walked up to Sister Feng, Sister Feng looked at her with a smile on her face.

Qingwen lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Sister Feng's eyes.

"Pfft~"

"I'm sorry."

Sister Feng sneered, asked Ping'er to fetch a piece of gold jewelry, and waved to Qingwen.

"You have been with us for many years, and now you have become your second master, which can be regarded as a perfect achievement.

Your second master loves you so much that he originally wanted to make your haircut ceremony more grand, but by chance the old lady in the palace passed away.

In addition, your second master has one more year to go before he has a filial piety, so I advise him not to do this. He can wait until next year to have a filial piety, and then he can do whatever he wants. "

Wang Xifeng said, thoughtfully inserting the jewelry on Qingwen's head, holding her shoulders, and looking up and down.

"Tsk tsk, she is indeed a beautiful woman!"

Qingwen was young after all, so she was made very shy and embarrassed by Sister Feng's actions and words.

But it also made her appearance look even more shy and charming.

Looking at her appearance, Sister Feng thought of the corner where Ping'er listened last night, and she suddenly felt teasing and asked with a smile: "How did you feel last night? Was it more painful or more comfortable?"

Little Qingwen couldn't stand such a question, she immediately stomped her foot and hurriedly spat: "Second Grandma, you are so immoral..."

His face was confused, but in his heart he couldn't help but recall the feeling of last night.

The unforgettable feeling of waiting for a girl to break her body, the ecstasy of waiting under the body of her beloved man, which is like a dream.

Xin Yin replied: Most of them are comfortable.

But then I thought about it, it hurt a lot.

The second master was too reckless and didn't know how to pity her. If she hadn't called her good sister Xiang Ling to save her, she felt that she was about to die under the second master.

As a result, she didn't dare to go out today, because her legs were really out of control.

I don't know what the little girl was thinking about Sister Feng in her heart, but just because she was embarrassed, Qingwen burst into laughter.

Then he took Qingwen's little hand and said with a smile: "From now on, you and I are sisters, and we should work together to serve your second master.

You are smart and should know that your second master is a greedy person.

From now on, I hope you will help me keep an eye on your second master and not let him bring any shabby women into the house.

This is all I can tell you. Ping'er is honest, Xiangling is clumsy. In front of your second master, they both obey orders and don't have any ideas at all.

Therefore, the only person in our room who can advise your second master is you. "

Qingwen was originally worried that if she shared the benefits of Sister Feng, the other party would target her or something. Unexpectedly, Sister Feng not only had no such intention, but also took the initiative to show her favor.

In particular, Sister Feng also praised her for having ideas, unlike Ping'er Xiangling who was always obedient to Jia Lian, and she felt good about her, so she became very fond of Sister Feng.

"Don't worry, Second Grandma, I've remembered everything you said."

Qingwen nodded solemnly.

She has always been like this, others respect her a foot, and she respects others a foot. If Sister Feng really relies on her, she will not hesitate to listen to her.

Sister Feng saw her expression in her eyes, and the smile on her face became even brighter.

"Very good, I really saw the right person.

Okay, you can take a good rest in the house these two days. I have asked the kitchen to stew ginseng chicken soup for you. Remember to eat more, it will be good for your recovery. "

Qingwen was a little embarrassed, but more moved, and quickly thanked her master and grandma for her kindness.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, go ahead."

"Ah."

Seeing Qingwen go down happily, the smile on Sister Feng's face softened, revealing a bit of a smile.

This kind of girl movie, if she wants to master it, it will not be too easy.

However, as the little girl Qingwen successfully squeezed into Jia Lian's inner curtain, the long-lost sense of crisis in her heart surged again.

She couldn't help but touch her slender, flat, unchanged belly.

"Second Grandma..."

Ping'er brought a cup of tea over, interrupting her thoughts.

After hesitating for a moment, Sister Feng waved to Ping'er, and then asked softly: "How much do you know about your second master's favor on Xiangling in the past?"

what?

Ping'er gave Sister Feng a strange look, "Why does Second Grandma ask this?"

"Little Hoof, are you still hiding it in front of me? Don't worry about what I ask, just tell me whether you know!"

Ping'er blushed, but finally nodded, and said with some shame: "I generally know something..."

She was being modest when she said that she generally knew her. In fact, she knew very clearly, because Jia Lian hardly shied away from them in front of them.

Sister Feng understood and gave Ping'er a meaningful look. At this time, she did not want to shame her. She just sat upright and asked quietly: "Then, in your opinion, girl Xiangling has also served your second master. It's been almost a year, but her stomach hasn't reacted at all. Is it your second master...?"

Although Sister Feng's words were not clear, Ping'er could easily understand her meaning.

Facing Sister Feng's hopeful eyes, Ping'er shook his head.

Sister Feng's expression darkened and she said displeasedly: "Why?"

Ping'er knew that the stakes were very important, so he was no longer embarrassed, and said bluntly: "In my opinion, the second master probably has no intention of letting Xiang Ling get pregnant too early..."

Either he felt pity for their young age, or maybe the second master wanted to let the second mistress give birth to his eldest son first. "

"How to say?"

Ping'er then leaned into Sister Feng's ear and whispered a few words, which made Sister Feng turn around in surprise.

Ping'er didn't dare to look at him and could only lower his head.

Seeing this, Sister Feng also knew that Ping'er was not lying.

Sister Feng also argued with Jia Lian about the issue of heirs.

Although Jia Lian insisted that it was her problem, she was not convinced because at least she gave birth to a daughter for Jia Lian.

Now that a long time had passed, there was no movement from either Ping'er or Xiangling, which made her dissatisfied even worse.

Although whether it is her problem or Jia Lian's problem, the result is the same for her, but if it is Jia Lian's problem, it will always make her feel calmer.

After all, compared with Qin Keqing's daring not to conceive and Ping'er's refusal, she has always been favored.

As a result, no crops could grow on her land, which made her anxious but also a little ashamed.

Only then did he remember to ask about Xiangling.

The result was not ideal. Ping'er told her that Xiangling, like Ping'er, almost never received direct watering.

In this way, her reasons for questioning Jia Lian were not sufficient.

Because of this, I had to doubt myself again.

After thinking about it, Sister Feng ordered: "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to accompany me into the palace. You can go out quietly and help me find some reliable prescriptions. Remember, don't let anyone know..."

Ping'er nodded in agreement, but couldn't help but ask: "Why rush for such a big event?"

Since there was no one else in the room, Sister Feng did not hesitate to say, "How can we not be in a hurry? As you said, whether you, the second master, pity Xiangling girl and the others, or take the overall situation into consideration, the time left for us will always be limited. of.

Not to mention, we are the only ones in our courtyard now. When your second master comes out for his filial piety next year, by then, not to mention Girl Lin, I'm afraid some other people will appear out of nowhere! Not to mention far away, don’t you know that Grandma You’s two girls in Dongfu are entangled with your second master?

By then, I'm afraid you, the second master, won't be able to care about me anymore.

Therefore, the best case scenario is that I will be pregnant with your second master’s eldest son within this year, and everything will be settled! "

Sister Feng said it to the end with a firm and decisive look on her face.

Ping'er saw Sister Feng's determination and felt that what Sister Feng said was reasonable. Naturally, she no longer had any doubts and began to plan in her heart how to help Sister Feng achieve her wish.

……

Naturally, Jia Lian didn't know that Sister Feng was already suffering from some illnesses and sought medical treatment urgently because she was anxious to conceive an heir, hoping to find folk remedies.

He was in no hurry anyway.

For one thing, he felt that he was still young and could not afford to be anxious.

Secondly, Daiyu and Baochai have not yet started, and he does not want to have too many children under his knees, which will make these two peerless beauties too awkward.

The most important thing is that he is not as unconfident as Sister Feng.

He was very sure that the problem between him and Sister Feng was Sister Feng.

First of all, he and Sister Feng have a daughter. Secondly, he can even grow flowers in Youshi's dry land, and they have double flowers, so what's there to worry about?

Therefore, except for Sister Feng, he tried his best to prevent other women around him from getting pregnant.

Of course, it doesn't matter if he gets tricked like Princess Zhaoyang. Anyway, with his current foundation, he is not afraid of being unable to support his wife, concubines, and children.

West Imperial City, Firearms Camp Campus.

Jia Lian took the firegun handed over by Wu Youquan, aimed at the wooden rake in front, and gently pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

Accompanied by deafening sounds and diffuse smoke, the bullets in the gun chamber flew out at a speed completely invisible to the naked eye, hit the wooden rake, and then shot out in an unstoppable manner.

"what?"

With such power, even Jia Lian could not help but let out a light sigh.

Wu Youquan next to him smiled and said: "This is a newly made musket made by the subordinates after listening to the Marquis's suggestion and adding rifling to the barrel.

Unexpectedly, not only the power of the musket was greatly increased, but also the accuracy was greatly improved. "

Wu Youquan said, looking at Jia Lian with admiration in his eyes.

His family comes from a family of craftsmen, and he also liked studying mechanisms and machinery since he was a child. Later, after he was conquered by the imperial court, he came into contact with firearms, and he fell in love with studying them ever since.

However, after so many years of painstaking study, he believed that his knowledge of firearms was higher than that of other craftsmen. However, in front of Jia Lian, he was like a child.

Often Jia Lian's casual suggestion can give him great inspiration.

The key is that after the final test verification, it can almost be proved that the direction provided by Jia Lian is correct.

So much so that many craftsmen in the Firearms Camp now unanimously believe that Jia Lian is the reincarnation of Lu Ban. They all say that if Jia Lian can join the "Tiangsmen", he will definitely make the "Tiangsmen" flourish.

Of course, just thinking about it.

After someone has made great achievements, how could the current prince put aside his glory and wealth to become a lowly craftsman?

Jia Lian stroked the gun in his hand, which was obviously better in texture than before. He knew that it had been replaced with better steel, so he asked again: "How is the armor-piercing effect of this gun?"

"Within a hundred steps, ordinary armor is completely unable to resist."

"it is good!"

Jia Lian couldn't help but praise him.

It was originally thought that he did not have much knowledge about firearms and could not provide the craftsmen with too much advanced technology, which would lead to a slow process of upgrading the firearms.

Unexpectedly, Wu Youquan and others could overcome the technical difficulties so quickly and create such a powerful and stable musket.

It seems that no matter what era you are in, there are many talents!

Although the musket in his hand is still in the category of a flintlock gun, the power of this musket, which can ignore ordinary armor within a hundred steps, is far beyond that of an ordinary crossbow.

In addition, unlike crossbows, muskets require high-intensity arm strength and day-to-day training. As long as a soldier has a little training, he can use them effectively.

If we form a gun formation again...

Jia Lian can already imagine the despair and fear that those barbarians with swords and guns will feel when they face our musket array.

Perhaps, it is not far away from the scene where he reenacts the British soldiers and slaughters our Qing warriors.

"With the current manpower in the camp, how many such muskets can be built within a month?"

Jia Lian asked the management officer of the craftsman camp next to him.

"Reporting to the Marquis...the structure of this gun is quite complicated. With our manpower, if we use all our strength to build it, we can only build about 150 guns within a month."

Although he felt that one hundred and fifty guns was a bit too little, Jia Lian thought that he had not many craftsmen to begin with, and most of them were responsible for building Zhenyuan cannons.

So he waved his hand and said: "In this case, I will send you a hundred men. Within a month, I need 300 such muskets. Is it possible to do it?"

The officer gritted his teeth and wanted to say that having only one manpower but no land and many steel-making equipment would not improve productivity much. However, looking at Jia Lian's unquestionable eyes, he finally nodded fiercely: "I promise to complete the mission!"

Only then did Jia Lian smile.

How could he not know the productivity limits of the firearms camp? It was only for a short period of time, and he had no way to solve it. He could only force his men.

He thought it was time to propose to Emperor Ningkang to build a large arsenal outside the city.

In the imperial city, after all, it is limited by the location. Moreover, as productivity increases in the future, this pollution will also be a problem.

Thinking about it, Ning Kangdi would not be willing to have serious industrial pollution at his doorstep, so he should easily agree to this proposal.

As usual, several craftsmen who contributed to the transformation of firearms were rewarded. It was almost noon when Jia Lian came out of the firearms camp.

As he was packing up his troops to leave the imperial city, he encountered the third prince's chariot, and Jia Lian waited beside him to make way.

"Uu~!"

The carriage slowly stopped in front of him, and the curtains were opened, revealing the fair face of the third prince.

"Where did Marquis Zhenyuan come from?"

"Weichen has just returned from inspecting the firearms camp."

The third prince looked extremely humble and said with a smile: "Marquis Zhenyuan was created for my father to control the firearms camp. He has already worked hard and made great achievements.

Now that the country is in mourning, he is still so diligent in his official duties. He is indeed a role model for ministers, and I admire him. "

"The Third Highness is ridiculous. I can only do my duty. On the contrary, the Third Highness is extremely intelligent and deeply loved by Your Majesty. Now he has been entrusted with important responsibilities by your father. He is actually the number one among all the princes."

"Haha, it's just that my father saw that I was still somewhat diligent, so he asked me to take on some errands and do some training."

The third prince chuckled and said: "By the way, speaking of errands, I remembered it.

In the previous chapter, I was ordered to assist in the disaster relief work, thanks to the great help of the Marquis of Zhenyuan and the Xue family of the imperial merchants.

As usual, I have asked the Ministry of Household Affairs to make a plaque in recognition of the Xue family's contribution.

I'm about to send him off, but I don't want to meet Marquis Zhenyuan here, so why not bother Marquis Zhenyuan to go there for me? "

The Xue family donated 50,000 taels of silver and 5,000 shi of grain to support the court's disaster relief, although insiders understood that it was as Xue Pan's atonement.

But after all, the donation was real money and silver, and the amount was not small. It was reasonable for the court to commend him with a plaque.

"How dare you disobey His Majesty's orders? Where is the plaque?"

"It's still in my palace. How about Marquis Zhenyuan accompanying me to pick it up in person?"

"You must obey."

...(End of chapter)