Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

If you want Jia Cong to say, the current emperor is really a long-term lover, he brought up the prince with his own hands, and the deep love between father and son is naturally in the palm of his hand.

Zhen Shi is the favorite of his heart, and he usually pampers and protects her, so it is naturally the back of his hand.

The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are full of flesh. He wants his son, and he wants to be considerate to his concubine, but these two people are like the tip of a needle. They have tossed from the front to the harem, and from the harem to the front, and he didn't let him stop. Sometimes, especially in recent years, the four and six princes also received errands, and the trouble became even more fierce.

But this third master, the status of the mother and concubine in the palace is high or low, there is love, there is nothing left, and there is really nothing left. He is usually cold and solemn, quite low-key and high-key In addition, it is widely rumored that this master does not recognize his relatives when he does things, and he does not know whether it is true or not.

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The sun hadn't risen yet, and just as there was some noise outside, Jia Cong was startled awake. He didn't even think that he fell asleep in such a daze.

Subconsciously looking in the direction of the bed, he found that the man had already gotten up, and was playing with something in his hand under the faint morning light.

Hearing the movement on his side, he just raised his eyes and looked, without any extra expression.

Why?It's not a dream!

Jia Cong was a little disappointed, but he got up quickly.

Just as I was about to ask the man if he had any orders, a voice came from the other side, "You don't have to worry about my affairs here, just tell people not to enter this cabin."

Jia Cong was even more certain in his heart that there should be their people on this boat, and the other party has thoroughly figured out his family's foundation, so they are so confident.

Not daring to think about the deep meaning of this, he walked out alone and ordered Xu'er to fetch water to wash.

However, between actions, I still couldn't help thinking, don't let him take care of his business?Had this man come in here just to take his bed?

Shaking his head, isn't it absurd to think so?But it's not impossible.

The few good cabins on the ship are all taken up by their owners, so it's impossible to let a prince sleep in the servant's room, right?

I don't know why, but when I think of the scene of the man condescending and crowded in the servant's room inside, I really want to laugh!

After washing up, he directly ordered: "The two of you order to go down, and no one is allowed to come near my bedroom these few days."

Xu'er and Cherry quickly agreed.

Because it happened before that when the little girl was cleaning clumsily, she damaged an unfinished painting of Mr. Cong. Therefore, if there is a better idea in the future, he will ask everyone not to enter it for the time being. studio.

Although the studio is the same as the bedroom on the ship, since the master ordered them, they just had to obey.

Jia Cong changed into light clothes again, and walked towards the bow of the boat to do his daily morning exercises.

This is what he has been doing every day since he crossed over, without interruption.

After arriving on the boat, Daiyu and Xichun caught him on the sidelines once, seeing how good his boxing was, so he followed him to learn from time to time.

Jia Cong didn't restrict the two of them, but he didn't give special instructions. The talents of the two are there. Although they haven't fully learned it, they still remember all the simple movements.

It's just that everyone is a lady, stretching out her hands and kicking her legs in front of everyone will always be a bit embarrassing. Xichun can make gestures because of her young age, but Daiyu just covers her mouth and looks at it with a smile.

That's the case, there are a lot more activities than when I was in the mansion, and I used more breakfast, and my body is better than when I was in the mansion.

Wang Momo and the others only thought that the girl was going back home, and they were so happy in their hearts.

After punching a few times, I feel that the muscles that were a little tired from the tension last night have regained their vitality, and my mood has been adjusted again.

After making a closing gesture, he washed it again, and when he asked someone to invite the two masters to have breakfast together, he replied, "Mr. Qiao is there for his own use, so the third master doesn't have to wait for him."

Jia Cong could only accompany the two little girls to have breakfast alone. As for his father, he knew without thinking that he would never get up until the sun was up three poles every day!

After breakfast, he rejected Xichun's request to pester him to play together, and said that he wanted to draw better in the past few days, so he had to retreat.

Although Xichun was a little disappointed, she still wanted to see what amazing work this third brother could do, so she hesitated for a while, but reluctantly let him go.

After seeing off the two sisters, Jia Cong turned and went back to his cabin, and saw the man holding a book in such a leisurely manner... he really didn't treat himself as an outsider!

However, I thought about it for a while, since everyone is so unreasonable, wouldn't it be too petty for him to restrain his hands and feet again?

Thinking of this, I felt a little more calm in my heart, gave a slight salute, fulfilled all due etiquette, and then went about my own business, pretending that that person didn't exist.

But I didn't expect that it was his attitude of not being surprised (broken jars?) that forced the third master next to him to look at him again, and gave him a teachable evaluation in his heart.

Don't look at the simple comments, it also depends on who gave it!

The harshness of the person on the opposite side is famous all over the world. How many talented and intelligent people dangle in front of his eyes every day, but they may not make people roll their eyes. Jia Cong can get a positive word here, which shows how much he has done. Well, to be known, just envious and jealous eyes can shoot him through.

However, this is not what Jia Cong wants, it is too troublesome!

Although he is in a bad situation with his current status, he has never thought about hugging a dragon's thick thigh, or even gaining a dragon's power to save his family.

That's really unrealistic. Even if I hug him and survive to the end, I'm still afraid that someone will be cunning and dead, and if I don't hold it correctly, I will be smashed to pieces!

Although the road to succession is glorious, it is also too thrilling and unpredictable, so now he just wants to enrich himself honestly and try to restrain his father when Jia's family is cooking. It can be saved, but the lives of their father and son and those of their cronies are still possible.

After that, with my own ability, I can always let my father live the same luxurious life as before!

So, now he doesn't need this master to look at him differently. He took out a pen and paper and sat quietly at the table to practice calligraphy.

Hey, the one next to you, why don't you read the books over there honestly?

What are you looking at while sticking around? !

Jia Cong always thought that he had already achieved peace of mind. Even if his father was a little fussy when practicing calligraphy, he would not be disturbed at all. But now he knows that it is not his calm mind, but the strength of his father It's too weak, the penetrating power of the eyes of the person next to him is strong enough, making him a bit overwhelmed!

Feeling restless, it is unavoidable to be a little jerky when writing, and the turning point is even more unsatisfactory.

Silently looking at the handwriting under the pen, knowing that it is meaningless to forcefully write it down, but I don't know what this person means, is it interesting to look at myself like this?

Feeling irritable, the arrogance raised by her father these days broke out involuntarily, and she turned her head and stared at the person leaning on the bed like a little leopard!

Seeing him turn his head, Tu Rui smiled.

Did he just say, such a small child, how could he have such concentration, so he was just pretending?Now this is what a real child looks like!

Seeing his angry look, I couldn't help but think of my little brother's cuteness when he was a child, and a little closeness grew in my heart.

Standing up and walking to Jia Cong's side, looking at the big characters on the paper, holding back a smile, shaking his head and sighing, "How can you be so impetuous while practicing calligraphy?"

Who caused this, and who caused it?

Rolling his eyes secretly, he carefully washed the pens and inkstones with clean water and wiped them clean, put away what should be put away, and hang what should be dried.

But he really couldn't stand the dull atmosphere, so he asked out of trouble, "I don't know when the third master will get off the boat?"

"When you go down, you will naturally know!"

Such an answer almost made Jia Cong choke, what do you mean by "you will know when you go down"?

This is really rascal!

I was stunned for a while, but I was thinking in my heart, this person's sense of existence is too strong, if I am in the same room with him, I will be easily influenced by him, I should first think of a way to calm myself down.

I looked around in the room, but found nothing, but suddenly remembered that Daiyu and Xichun seemed to have brought a small screen out, which could be blocked.

Excitedly ran out, and only after a thousand beggings did he borrow the screen.

As long as no one enters the house, Tu Rui doesn't care what he does!

At this time, seeing him struggling to move a small screen in by himself, and his small body being swayed by the screen, I felt like laughing.

After making a gesture, the gray-clothed man who didn't know where he was hiding appeared quietly, lifted the small screen with one hand effortlessly, and placed it at the position he designated under Jia Cong's signal.

Jia Cong didn't dare to push it too far, but just carved out a corner of the table case, which is enough for him to write and draw, which is equivalent to giving up the space of the entire cabin.

This can also be regarded as a sense of current affairs!