Brother Rong of Red Mansion

Chapter 150 Mrs. Zhen: Sir, please respect yourself

"Has Lady Feng eaten?"

Jia Rong finished drinking tea and asked with a smile.

"Just ate."

Mrs. Zhen nodded.

"I haven't eaten yet." Jia Rong took out a silver barley barley from his sleeve pocket, threw it to Qingmei, and said, "Qingmei, go to the kitchen and order some side dishes."

Qingmei took the money, but looked at Mrs. Zhen.

"Sir, it's getting late. Madam must have prepared a meal and is waiting for him to go back." Mrs. Zhen's face stiffened, and she said softly and calmly, urging Jia Rong to go back.

"Hey, Madam Feng has been here in Ning Mansion for so long, and I just came to visit her for the first time. Madam drove me away. Isn't this the way to treat guests?" Jia Rong waved her hands, looked at Qingmei with a stern face, and scolded: "You're just stupid. What’s more, hurry up and go!”

Qingmei's delicate body trembled and she was startled.

But in the blink of an eye, Jia Rong had already entered the back room, her and Qingmei's boudoir.

Walking into the boudoir, I saw Jia Rong pretending to look around and sitting on the kang.

"Nothing, just normal Broken Star Rosewood." Mrs. Zhen replied.

"What did the lady say?"

After Qingmei left, only Jia Rong and Mrs. Zhen were left alone in the huge house.

"Master, don't go in." Madam Zhen exclaimed.

On the east wall of the kang, a mattress was placed, and a square table was placed on the kang to separate the master and servants.

Jia Rong stood up, twitching her nose, and said in surprise: "Why does it smell different to me? It seems to be coming from the lady. What kind of fragrance does the lady smell?"

"Ai."

Seeing Jia Rong getting closer and closer, Mrs. Zhen stepped back, but he rushed in step by step without any intention of covering up.

"Sir, please respect yourself!"

"We haven't eaten yet." Jia Rong shook his head and saw Mrs. Zhen staring at him nervously, but she didn't take it seriously and turned around to go to the inner hall, wanting to take a look at the furnishings in the room.

The atmosphere became more and more charming.

As she spoke, Mrs. Zhen suddenly walked slowly towards her in a panicked look, getting closer and closer to her...

Jia Rong was surprised and walked over slowly, "I just smelled the fragrance on the lady's body. I wanted to ask her what kind of fragrance she smelled so that I could smell it for the maids in the house. How could the lady have wronged a good person?"

Mrs. Zhen's face was full of anger, but she couldn't let it go. She stamped her feet in shame and anger, and walked away to the boudoir.

In this kind of large courtyard, there is no bed in the bedroom, but a fire bed. The warmth in autumn and winter is an experience that Mrs. Zhen's master and servant have never experienced before.

"Hey, it smells so good in my wife's room, what kind of incense is it burning?" Jia Rong sat on the stool, shrugged her nose, only smelled a faint fragrance, and couldn't help but asked in surprise.

She responded with a pale face, cast an apologetic look at Mrs. Zhen, turned around, opened the door curtain and went out.

Mrs. Zhen hurriedly stepped out of the way, walked around behind Jia Rong, and protested with a sullen face.

"It's getting late, Sir, please go back." Mrs. Zhen said with a sullen face.

"Hey, you see it's just right here, let's eat here later." Jia Rong pointed at the square table and smiled, then he actually put a seat on the Kang and prepared to eat on it.

"Sir, this is an old woman's boudoir, but it's not good to eat here. It will make people laugh." Mrs. Zhen advised softly.

"What an old woman!" Jia Rong said seriously with a straight face, "My wife is beautiful and beautiful when she is lovable. How can she be an old woman? This is not appropriate!"

"As for letting people see it..." Jia Rong twisted around and said in surprise, "Who will see it? Does anyone in Ningguo Mansion dare to gossip about me?"

Seeing Jia Rong acting like a scoundrel and pretending to be convinced of her, Mrs. Zhen was ashamed and angry. However, due to Jia Rong's status, she could not even say harsh words and could only endure the humiliation.

"Take off your shoes for me." At this moment, Jia Rong refused to let her go.

"Ah?" Mrs. Zhen was stunned for a moment.

"Ah, what, help me take off my shoes, you won't let me take them off by myself." Jia Rong glared at her, sat on the bed, and stretched out a pair of legs and feet wearing soap leather boots to Mrs. Zhen.

Mrs. Zhen was embarrassed and at a loss.

Ever since Zhen Shiyin went crazy and ran away, she has never served a man again. Even in the countryside, she was always surrounded by green plums to serve her. How could she be humble and serve others?

But there was nothing she could do about Jia Rong's posture.

We can't really let Jia Rong take off her shoes by herself?

What does that look like?

resignedly.

Mrs. Zhen had no choice but to bend down and touch her delicate white hands to her boots.

Jia Rong sat on the bedside and looked at her.

Mrs. Zhen was dressed plainly and elegantly today. She still wore a hairpin on her head, a long green cloth double-breasted coat, and a pleated skirt on her lower body. She put on light makeup to cover up her flaws.

After living in Ningguo Mansion for more than half a year, she made up for all the hardships she suffered in the countryside.

The skin is much fairer and more delicate.

The whole person is dignified and elegant, like a serious lady in a gentleman's family.

It's heartwarming just to look at it.

Especially, when she was forced by Jia Rong to complete a certain task, the humiliating look on her face made Jia Rong even more excited and excited.

Not long after, the right boot was taken off.

Jia Rong wore plain white gauze socks on her feet and stepped on Mrs. Zhen's chest.

Mrs. Zhen was startled.

He exclaimed suddenly and subconsciously dodged away.

"Sir!"

She pursed her lips tightly and glared at Jia Rong in horror, as if in silent protest.

"I'm kidding you, I'll scare you." Jia Rong smiled, shook his left booted foot, and said, "Hurry up, keep taking it off, there's this one..."

Mrs. Zhen stood frozen on the spot, her face turning pale and green.

Jia Rong's face darkened.

"What? You don't want to?" Jia Rong's voice turned cold, and Mrs. Zhen's heart tightened, so she had to come up obediently, then bent over and gritted her teeth to take off Jia Rong's shoes.

In the process, Jia Rong's right foot successfully stepped on the Himalaya Mountain on Mrs. Zhen's chest.

Very soft and warm.

Mrs. Zhen's delicate body trembled, and a look of humiliation flashed across her face.

But he didn't hide away. He just gritted his teeth and quickly took off Jia Rong's left boot, and then stood up quickly.

Jia Rong smiled, took back her feet with satisfaction, and sat cross-legged on the kang.

"Come on, get on the kang and talk with me."

Jia Rong pointed to the opposite side.

"Sir..." Mrs. Zhen expressed a pleading tone.

You can take advantage of your clothes and pretend nothing happened.

But when you sit on the kang, you have to take off your shoes.

In addition to the husband, the daughter's family, even her father and brothers, should be avoided if they are older.

Why are you so embarrassed to show your feet to Jia Rong?

What a shame.

"I brought you two from Jiangnan, why are you not even willing to say a word?" Jia Rong's face darkened, and she pretended to speak with a straight face, and her tone gradually became colder.

Mrs. Zhen gritted her teeth and cried silently.

He had no choice but to walk to the foot of the kang, take off his shoes, and wrap a strip of woven fabric around his feet. Avoiding Jia Rong's sight, he quickly got on the kang and covered it up with a green satin quilt.

(End of this chapter)