Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

Time passed quickly, after the ancestor worship and the new year, and the Shangyuan Festival, soon the husband Jia She asked for his son also entered the mansion.

Jia Cong respectfully followed his father and ushered him into the front courtyard lobby. The calligraphy and paintings inside were specially re-hanged by Mr. Jia the day before. My husband has a good impression, but if I have a stubborn temper, I can't be persuaded by others.

Sure enough, when Jia Cong, who came in behind, quietly raised his head, he saw excitement on his husband's face at first, but after a while, his face was full of regret. Seeing Jia Amnesty's expression, he felt a bit resentful look.

Seeing it, Grand Master She was confused, blinked his big eyes, looked at the gentleman in front, and then at the son who followed closely behind with the writing on his face all over his face.

He felt overwhelmed, and suddenly found that he couldn't understand his son's inner world. This made a father who controlled his son very tangled?

However, Qiao Juren really couldn't do the thing of being rude to accuse the host when he was a guest, he just said cryptically: "These calligraphy and paintings are precious, you better cherish them, Mr. She."

According to Jia Cong's understanding, the meaning of this sentence is: it is good to display one or two pictures of such a good thing, or just put the inferior ones to fill the scene. Even if the others are not placed in the library, they should be a small study Ah, I usually have to burn incense and bathe carefully before touching it, why is it hung in the living room in such a big way?

Isn't this really showing off that you are an upstart? Upstart? Upstart?

Qiao Juren now feels that he hates these nouveau riche to death, what a waste of money!

Although the Duke's Mansion is powerful, it's not easy to turn his face away in person, but in the end his words became a little blunt.

Jia Cong looked at the side for a while, and got a little understanding of this gentleman's temperament, and although he usually behaved rather coldly, it was only because he didn't like it. If he wanted to please someone, he would fail in his past and present lives. The only example of this is a woman.

It's funny to see that Dad really offended Mr., and he doesn't know where he is wrong, but as a good son, it is too immoral to blindly watch Dad's jokes.

Immediately, he stepped forward and gave a respectful salute to his husband. He introduced with excitement and admiration in his eyes, "Sir, how about looking at this "Pine and Snow Picture"? This is a picture that my father specially picked up from a private library to welcome Mr. It was taken out, and in order for Mr. to see it as soon as he comes to the mansion, he ordered someone to move it here and hang it up yesterday."

He still had a childish voice in his voice, a little soft and waxy. What is rare is that the words at such a young age are so well-organized. It not only explains the origin of these calligraphy and paintings, but also fully expresses his father's concern for this gentleman.

Mr. Qiao felt relieved now, and his eyes couldn't help but look eagerly at this short and delicate doll who was about to become his disciple.

Although the gaze he looked at Jia Amnesty did not reach the level of a bosom friend, he was also somewhat relieved, and there was a little pride in being recognized by others.

Walking slowly in the direction of Jia Cong's finger to the "Pine and Snow Picture", he did not take it down, looked at it carefully for a while and said: "This is the famous work of Songyuan Layman, a famous founder of the country. The brushwork is concise but lively. Although it is snowing all over the sky, there is only one old pine tree, but the vitality in it rushes to the face, it really deserves to be the number one magical brush of this dynasty."

After saying this, I looked at the calligraphy and paintings next to me. I was grateful for Jia She's hard work, turned around, bowed deeply to Jia She, and said: "Your Excellency's heart is late, and I will definitely teach the other son carefully, so that I can't help you." Believe it or not!"

Jia Cong was dumbfounded, he passed the test without any assessment.

Jia Amnesty took it for granted, he didn't believe that anyone would not like his son after seeing him.

The father and son didn't know that Mr. Qiao was encouraging himself in his heart now. The child seemed to be clever and intelligent. Although he didn't know if he said that by mistake just now, it can be seen from this that things in the world He is also a little sophisticated in the field, since he is so outstanding, and Xi Gong has such a family background, but he still spends so much time in order to hire himself, then it is obvious that there are some shortcomings.

The children of rich and noble families are either lazy or playful and love to cause trouble. I think I should strictly discipline myself in the future.

Jia Cong, who stood there with his head bowed and listened to his father and husband chatting, felt a little cold on his back for no reason. Could it be that he was going to catch a cold, right?I obviously exercise very diligently.

Who is that villain who stabbed him after being beaten?Thinking about it, he became a little distracted, and when he came back to his senses, the two of them had almost talked, and Mr. Qiao was already asking for resignation. Before leaving, he made a gesture to Jia Cong. After pondering for a while, he guessed that this should make him dare to put away these calligraphy and paintings properly!

Mr. Qiao is not from the capital. He only has some old friends here, and he doesn’t have a house. He is staying at an old friend’s place now. He made an appointment to move to live in the mansion tomorrow. It is a small courtyard in front of their big house. Three or five small rooms are enough for the husband to bring two servants, and a few women who clean up the night. It is also far away from Jia Cong's residence, so the classroom is also set up here.

On this day, after lighting the incense table, worshiping the portrait of Confucius, and worshiping the master, Jia Cong officially started enlightenment reading.

Mr. Qiao's lecture method is very interesting, and he also likes to be imaginative. He may have traveled to many places, so when he lectures, he likes to combine the things in the books with the actual customs and the history of ancient and modern changes.

Because Jia Cong has an adult way of thinking and has a wide range of contacts in previous lives, he can quickly comprehend it, and Mr. Qiao can't help but marvel at the spiritual wisdom of the student.

He listened to the lecture with him, but the boy who was two or three years older than him, who was specially selected, listened very hard.

However, it has been agreed before that these two will only be trained to be the stewards around Brother Cong in the future, and they don't need to pay too much attention, so Mr. Qiao only needs to teach them some simple things every day and let them memorize them repeatedly.

As far as Jia Cong knows, there are not many people who study in this era, not to mention the poor, but some wealthy businessmen. Although they have a lot of money, they still don’t know a few big characters, so he only requires them to learn some basic letters and numbers. That's it, it's a short-term training, two groups of two, a total of six groups of twelve boys, all of whom he picked out earlier are honest, reliable or flexible boys.

Among them, what excites Mr. Qiao the most is that Brother Cong is very talented in the paintings he is good at, and he is considered to be very spiritual. If he continues to develop like this, he will definitely surpass him.

In this regard, he did not show the slightest humility. Jia Cong was very good at catching the beautiful things in life no matter in his past or present life. In his previous life, he chose to present himself in front of the public, and dance to show the beauty that can captivate all beings.

This life is obviously not good enough, but when he chooses to show the externally beautiful things with a small brush, although he is still very immature, it is also amazing.

Regarding his lack of humility at all, although Mr. Qiao recognized his talent, he always felt that he was too proud and was always worried that he would not go far.

However, Jia Amnesty showed complete excitement. His son might become a master in the painting world in the future?Excited just thinking about it!

Taking advantage of the time when my son is going to school, the chances of going out to visit friends have increased, and I don’t forget to bring my son’s latest masterpiece every time.

And every time, he had to coax Mr. Qiao to write a comment. At first, the husband didn't know what he was going to do. He lied to people that he wanted to keep it for collection, so that Brother Cong could see every bit of his progress when he looked through it in the future.

After hearing this, Mr. Qiao thought that this work was very meaningful. He brushed his mustache and corrected each assignment very seriously.

But by chance, he discovered that Jia Amnesty took these things out to show off to others! ! ! ! !

This really made this open-minded and honest scholar angry. At that time, when he returned to the small courtyard, he ordered the boy to roll up his bedding and walk. With such a father, no matter how good this student is, he will not be able to teach him anymore.

It's really humiliating and misleading people's children! ! !

Jia Amnesty blinked his big confused eyes again, he really couldn't get along with this serious scholar's brain circuit, and he really couldn't think of anything wrong.

But his reaction was still very fast. His son liked this gentleman very much. If he ran away in anger, why should he have a relationship with him?

It was rare that he acted quickly for a while, and he directly ordered his servant to surround Mr. Qiao in the yard. The one, two, three... points about non-interference in his son's education finally reluctantly stayed.

Don't worry, he told Jia Cong privately that a child like him is the most taboo of becoming famous as a teenager, so it is easy to be complacent and go astray, so there is a saying that if you don't sing for three years, you are done.

Of course, after that, all of Jia Cong’s exercises, including calligraphy exercises, were either burned or collected by Mr. Qiao. If Mr. Jia wanted to hide his secrets, he asked his son to ask for it secretly. Jia Cong really couldn’t stand his father. He looked like his aggrieved son was snatched away, and would always be given a little bit out, but the two of them timidly made them look like gangsters.

Of course, Mr. Qiao couldn't hide this little trick from Mr. Qiao, but he saw that his students responded once or twice every ten times, thinking that he couldn't really teach people to only recognize the master and not the father. It was really against the norms, but If he wanted to leave again, he was really reluctant, so in the end he could only grit his teeth and secretly agree. Hey, fortunately, he always thought that there was something wrong with the student.

The author has something to say:

Here is a cute little theater:

Rongguo Mansion started from when Jia She was in his teens, until Jia She became N years after he became the Grand Master:

The progressive maidservants in Manrong Mansion saw him from the very beginning when they blushed and their hearts beat, the deer bumped wildly in their chests, and their winking eyes flew around, and then they flocked to him without looking at him.

Climbing on his bed, to the final disgust and contempt, occasionally two silly girls bump into each other...

Jia Shen's attitude towards the maidservant of Manrong Mansion was from being secretly seduced and teased at the beginning, to later he hooked up everywhere, hungry and thirsty, to

In the end, those who came did not refuse or even got what they asked for... Jia Shen’s experience during this period was very comprehensive and very confused (but his life was very different.

There are few times when you are not confused! )

In short, Jia Shen's eyes on the beautiful maids in Jia's mansion these years are mostly colored!

But recently, the maids discovered that the Elder Master looked at them with a bit of pickiness and contempt? ? ! ! !

How is this going? ?Is the old man's eyes broken? ? ?Or is something going to happen in the mansion? ? ? ?or your own charm

Worse? ? ?He couldn't even catch that vulgar old man, the old man? ? ? ? (The last guess is too shocking,

They have been subconsciously rejecting it! ! ! )

……

"The above is not finished"