86_86438 Let’s say that Jia Cong was wasting his childhood while practicing calligraphy on this day, suddenly he heard a sound of nature coming from outside the door: “Hong. Sweet, is the third master in the house?” He was so happy that he threw the brush in his hand off the chair and shouted: “Where is here, who is it?”

Zhaoer smiled and greeted: "San Master, our master asked you to change your clothes quickly. Mr. Feng's house invites you to read the book at midnight."

Jia Cong immediately lowered his face and grinded his teeth: "It's so fast, so fast that I'm not ready." Then he stood up and thought for a while, then became disheartened and muttered, "I can't do anything to him at all..." My master was still a miscellaneous soldier in the Holy Land, and he probably had already been a Silver Saint Seiya. He hurriedly changed his clothes and led Lan Xiang Ziguang to the outside of the second gate. Jia Lian carried him on his horse and rushed to Feng's mansion.

Once he arrived at the Feng family, someone laughed at the door and asked the two masters of the Jia family to go in directly. Jia Cong's eyes turned, remembering that when Jia Baoyu came in the original work, Feng Ziying came to greet him in person. Why didn't he come this time? I think there are important guests?

It was soon inside, and indeed, besides Feng Ziying and Han Qi, there was a young man with extraordinary temperament in white robe, and Feng Han and the others were talking with each other.

Jia Cong originally took Jia Lian's hand and went in properly. When he saw Feng Ziying, he immediately bulged his face and shouted, "Brother Feng, you cheat me!" He pointed at him and turned his head and looked up at Jia Lian and said, "Second brother, help me fix him!"

Before Jia Lian could speak, Feng Ziying first asked with a smile: "Why did you annoy Mr. Jia San?"

"Pret! Keep pretending!" Jia Cong walked forward a few steps, stood in the middle of the room, and said angrily, "What does it mean to send 123 romance back? I don't believe that you don't know that my ancestors would annoy me. After finally surrounding Brother Baoyu for a few months, she liked me a little and asked you to get back. Now she doesn't like me anymore."

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Feng Ziying opened her mouth, probably not expecting that he was so straightforward and didn't know what to say.

Jia Lianwei wished he should take him out. This kid is obviously a scoundrel, so why is he smart? After a moment of embarrassment, he said: "Baoyu stays in the house of his ancestors on a daily basis, so he will naturally please her."

Jia Cong snorted and said loudly: "No! The ancestor likes the second uncle, but not the father!"

"Shut up!" Jia Lian glared at him, "I'll tell you nonsense again."

Jia Cong pouted, and tears rolled in his eyes for five or six seconds before they flowed down. He stood in the middle of the room with a very good light, crying aggrieved and pitiful.

Several people looked at each other for a while, and Feng Ziying asked Jia Lian: "Can you coax children?"

Jia Lian was so embarrassed that his face turned red, and he shook his head and said, "Why do I know this?" He looked up at Han Qi, "Brother Han has a son!"

Han Qi waved his hand and said, "I haven't coaxed it."

It turned out that the young man in white robe came over and picked up Jia Cong: "Brother Cong, actually, Shi Taijun likes you in his heart, but he just doesn't say that it's. Old man, sometimes he just like a child, just like a child. Don't bother with her?"

Jia Cong took advantage of the situation to glance at him. Well, the four-clawed python robe and bright yellow belt, either the prince or the prince, I'm afraid it's not the four kings of different surnames in the southeast, west and northeast. Since Feng Ziyingte's special envoy came to invite us brothers, I think this prince is interested in Rongguo Mansion or our brothers. If he doesn't fool him well today, he may be made into a watch. So he looked at him with tears and hummed in a crying voice: "Don't coax me, you won't coax children at all, I don't want anyone to coax me." The few people who said it laughed. He continued, "I don't want her to like me in her heart, and I don't like her either. But if she pretends to like me a little bit, no one dares to bully me."

Several people in the room couldn't help but turn their eyes to Jia Lian. Jia Lian blushed and said angrily: "Who bullies you?"

Jia Cong touched his tears, pouted and stopped talking.

The white-robed young man sighed: "It is not surprising that the unpopular little master was bullied by his servants in such a huge residence. I am afraid no one told Mr. Jia Er."

How could Jia Lian not think of Yingchun? Even though he didn't care about the brothers and sisters raised by these two concubines, he finally lost face. He got together in two seconds, and his face became purple.

Feng Ziying hurriedly pulled him aside and sat down: "Every family has a difficult sutra to recite. Your family in your house has great business, so there are inevitably a few pairs of snobbish eyes."

Jia Cong muttered in a crying voice, his voice loud and clear: "It's true, it's true, the whole mansion is snobbish."

Feng Ziying choked and advised Jia Lian: "You are a man, how can you take care of the backyard?"

Jia Cong muttered again: "Is the second brother already a housekeeper? It's better than Lai Da's power."

Feng Ziying finally couldn't help it and turned her head to stare at Jia Cong: "Don't talk nonsense at every child."

Jia Cong snorted: "You sir, you know that you are talking lies with your eyes open, but in fact you are like a mirror in your heart. You don't know whether to coax yourself or others, you can't coax anyone." As he said that, he simply stretched out his arms and put them on the neck of the white-robed young man, and glanced at Feng Ziying provocatively lifting his chin.

The young man in white robe looked at Feng Ziying and smiled.

Feng Ziying hurriedly turned around to look at Jia Lian. Sure enough, Jia Erye’s pretty face was as dark as Bao Gong in the play.

After a while, Jia Lian suddenly smiled and said coldly: "All you all know is that I, Jia Lian, are just a housekeeper, and I am not as powerful as Lai Da."

Feng Ziying was about to speak, and Jia Cong rushed to say first: "Second brother, don't be sad, it's not your fault. Our master can't even have a housekeeper."

Feng Ziying couldn't help but shout, "Shut up."

Jia Cong hurriedly hugged the white-robed young man's neck tighter and tilted his little head: "No, you are allowed to talk seriously and nonsense, and you are not allowed to tell the truth? You hate you the most. You are only allowed to set fires by the state officials, and the people are not allowed to light the lamp."

The young man in white robe couldn't help but smile: "You know a lot."

Jia Cong twisted his little head proudly.

Han Qi couldn't help but persuade: "Cong'er, you are still young and don't know many things."

Jia Cong rolled his eyes and said, "Forget it, I don't know, I'm still young. Could it be that when I grow up and know a lot of things, the master can live in Rongxi Hall? The paper-shamed face is so bad, what fun. Rongguo Mansion has long let the second aunt and the housekeepers and grandparents move, and everyone in the house knows it. I don't believe that the old lady is really a muddy ear. But just turn a blind eye, my father can't compare with my second uncle. Poor, I have to try to get some antiques and have some money to play with. The second aunt's son-in-law who is with the second aunt's house has opened an antique shop." The whole audience was silent, but fortunately he was still alive and added another sentence: "The second brother is much poorer than the second sister-in-law. Our family loves to spend money. In a few days, we will have to rely on the second sister-in-law to put a seal to support the family."

He said, just as he opened his mouth and jumped out like beans. Jia Lian's face was red, black, green, purple, and purple. As soon as the words "switch money" came out, he was shocked for half a day, but finally turned gray and white. He gritted his teeth and said, "Jia Cong, who told you these words?"

Jia Cong said, "Eavesdropped."

"Where did you eavesdrop on it?"

"There are so many." Jia Cong wrapped his arm around the white-robed young man, and counted his fingers: "There are those who heard from the doorman, those who heard from the kitchen, those who tents, those who heard from the warehouse, those who heard from the warehouse, and those who hid under the window of the second aunt. I was small and no one cared about me. I slipped out in the blink of an eye. After she searched for her for half a day, I slipped back and pretended to be watching the ants under the flower root. In fact, I went to the inner wall to listen to the corner of the wall."

The inner wall area was originally the residence of the servants of Rongguo Mansion, but Jia Lian was as stupid as a clay sculpture when he heard this.

With only two cups of tea, Feng Ziying sighed, raised her eyes and looked at Han Qi, and smiled bitterly at Jia Lian, "It was caused by my inadequate thoughts, so I'll accompany you."

Jia Lian looked joyful and sad, and after half a day, he shook his head in a daze: "What do you have to do with you? All he told is the truth. The sister-in-law made her wet nurse bully her for many years, and everyone in the house knew that the only master did not know. Now that I think about it, I am afraid that the master may not even know it."

Jia Cong struggled to go to the ground, and the white-robed young man put him down. He immediately ran to Jia Lian and hugged his arm and said, "It's not that we are not smart, but that they are too cunning."

Jia Lian sneered and said, "We are not unwise, we are just blind."

Jia Cong put his face on Jia Lian's arm and said melancholy: "You're really blind? But there's no way to pretend to be blind. Our master doesn't like studying, so he can't be liked by his ancestors. Isn't she the only one in our mansion? Humph, is the second uncle very good at studying? He is not a serious imperial examination. He always has the art of being elegant and pretends to be gentle. How can I compare to my father's real? My father is a general, what should I do if I want to study?"

Han Qi and Feng Ziying couldn't bear to listen. Even though it was him, he was biased, and he was not so biased. What is that old bastard Jia She, who is not in the capital, knows what kind of thing is that old bastard Jia She? Instead, the white-robed young man smiled at the corner of his eyes and said to the two of them in a low voice: "It's a false statement for the son to not talk about his father's fault. I look at this little guy and think seriously about his father."

Jia Lian was silent for another half a day and suddenly said, "Who bullied you in the past?"

Jia Cong simply climbed onto him, sat on Jia Lian's thigh, and hugged his Xiangzi and said, "Good brother, forget it, I know you love me. People in the world originally despised the poor and loved the rich, and how could they manage the whole family? I will study hard and take the imperial examination seriously, and give it to my ancestors and second uncles to see who will bully me. I was not the turn of my family to worry about it, so I will give it to Brother Baoyu."

Feng Han and the young man in white robe were both listening intently. When they heard the last sentence, they looked at Jia Cong deeply. Jia Cong only did not know.

Jia Lian sneered: "Why give it to you Brother Baoyu?"

Jia Cong advised, "Second brother, brother! There are many things that I can't be convinced." There was a bit of seriousness in my words, like an old mother. "I also blame God for rain and thunder, and I always scared me to cry. Do I blame him for not thundering? What am I? Our mansion is all made by an old lady, so of course she loves to give to whom she wants."

Jia Lian said in a deep voice: "In this mansion, the master is the head of the family."

Jia Cong gave his brother a blank look: "Oh, why did he live in the garden? It's Rongxi Hall where his second uncle lives."

Jia Lian was silent.

Taking advantage of Jia Lian's mind running alpacas, Jia Cong buried his face in his arms and turned around. He glanced at Feng Ziying and Han Qi and the three white-robed young men. You looked at me and I looked at him. He obviously had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it now, so he was not convenient to go outside to discuss it. It was very interesting.
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