Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

The matter was brought to the fore by Jia She and his son in a few words. Jia Zheng and Jia Zhen were shameless, and it was not good to agree with the old lady in front of a room full of juniors.

However, I don't know if there will be another moth in private.

Mrs. Jia saw that no one agreed with her words, but her face was very angry, and she forced a few words, then pretended to be tired and let everyone disperse.

Everyone in the big room didn't delay after hearing it, they just greeted and cared a few words, and then left one by one.

Jia Cong originally went with Jia She, but before he could leave the second door, he saw Ruhua, Xichun's servant girl, chasing up from behind, "Master Cong, our girl would like to invite you over to discuss something with you."

Since that trip to the south of the Yangtze River together, Jia Cong and Xichun have become much closer. Although they still don't see each other often, they will still bring her a copy of any interesting things that a little girl might like outside. The pens, inks, papers and paints I used often bought complete sets and sent them to her.

Xichun really treats him like an older brother for coming and going so often, and will talk to him directly if there is anything urgently needed, and is not very alienated.

However, it was the first time for someone to invite someone so directly. I don't know that she, a little girl, spends her days in the inner house, what can she discuss with him?

After greeting Jia Amnesty, he followed Ruhua and walked towards the inner courtyard.

But as they walked, "Isn't this direction Sister Lin's yard?" Xichun followed Tanchun and lived next to Li Wan's yard, so that she, the eldest sister-in-law, could discipline her, and it wasn't in this direction.

"Reporting to the third master, our girl is with Miss Lin. They have a bigger place there."

Maybe it's not because the place is big, but because most of the people who can enter the master's body there, except for one Zicuckoo, are mostly people brought by the Lin family, right?I just don't know what happened to that little girl to make it so mysterious.

Just thinking about it in my heart, I have already arrived at Zhenxiaju, where Daiyu lives. This is the place where the old lady’s beloved daughter Jia Min once lived. .

It is said that after Jia Min got married, Mrs. Wang had chosen this yard for Yuanchun, but at that time, Jia's mother wanted to take this granddaughter with her so that she could control Mrs. Wang, so she didn't agree. She was detained in Rongqing Hall on the grounds that her granddaughter accompanied her.

Mrs. Wang was so envious. If she didn't know that the old lady was the backer of their second room, she might have thought of pricking her up.

Jia Cong only came here once a year on Daiyu's birthday to celebrate her birthday. Usually, even if something happened, he would let his servants pass on the news, or chat with Jia Mu or Mrs. Xing. After all, he was a year old, and he was not like Baoyu. Heartless, or in other words, can't listen to good words, so some suspicions are automatically avoided.

When they reached the door, Lan Yu, the girl brought by Lin Daiyu from the Lin family, was already waiting at the door, nodded and followed them in.

While still outside, I heard chattering and laughing voices inside. When I listened carefully, I was a little surprised that Tanchun was there?

After hearing the notification from the servants, several people inside hurriedly came out to welcome them. Although they had just met each other, it was inevitable to meet again at this time.

"I don't know what is the important thing for the sisters to recruit the younger brother?"

Daiyu and the others covered their mouths and laughed when they heard what he said. Tanchun was already lively, so they joked with him, "We sisters are fine, but your sister is really. Woolen cloth!"

After hearing what she said, Daiyu laughed even harder, and Jia Cong rolled his eyes bluntly, not knowing what's so funny about it.

Xichun followed the two of them and made a grimace, turned around to let Jia Cong approach, and showed him what was in his hand.

Jia Cong took it, and with a wide eye, it was a stack of thick drawings. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but after reading a few pages, he became more and more surprised.

These turned out to be the comic book version of "Biography of the Five Emperors", which should be based on the narrative in "Historical Records", with many myths and legends added in the middle.

The painting method is the very realistic and aesthetic painting style that Jia Cong showed on the boat at the beginning. It can be seen that Xichun should have worked hard in the past few years. This painting method alone cannot be said to be better than Jia Cong now. she.

If these things in my hands are leaked out, they are only rushing to be novel and unique, and they will definitely be sought after by others.

But that would be a pity, it's better to improve it to be more perfect in the present world, the little girl still sees too few men, the face of that character, no matter how you look at it, can't get rid of the stereotype of the Jia family, and it is added to the body of the five emperors. It really lacks the imperial air of the emperor.

At first glance, it looks like a boy from a family with a handsome face!

Touching his face, he seemed to be the same, but if he tanned himself into black charcoal in a different way, it seemed to be more eye-catching, so he secretly made up his mind, just follow the trend and just be like this.

Even the clothes and jewelry of the imperial concubine cannot get rid of the shackles of this era.

However, the emperors of that era seemed to be just tribal managers introduced by the public. Apart from bravery, it seemed that virtue was more important. So should we show more kindness?

Moreover, there should be a lack of food and clothing in that era. Should emperors and imperial concubines wear coarse linen clothes?

Thinking of this, I almost laughed at myself, and looked at the beauties around me who were looking at me eagerly, but fortunately I didn't laugh, otherwise I would really offend all of them .

"How is Cong'er feeling?" Lin Daiyu asked after all she was familiar with him.

Jia Cong awkwardly ignored the title, didn't say anything, just took out a pen and paper, and drew a few images of men on the nearby paper while drinking tea.

These images have different appearances, and their temperaments are either sharp, honest, indifferent, kind, or free and easy, and they all hold utensils in their hands, such as swords, halberds, jade, or knives!

The clothes on their bodies have their own characteristics, some bunts and some long robes, although they are different, they set off their aura even more outstandingly.

Let people see that these people should be different. Without words, they can attract the attention of thousands of people. Without any actions, they can make people trust. With a kind of pride that looks down on the world. .

After that, I drew a few more characters, including men, women, old and young, and Jia Cong marked their names below.

The villagers among them were simple, and the imperial concubine was extremely beautiful, and Chi You was even more imposing, making the hearts of a few girls jump like a deer, and their little faces were a little red.

It was only after Jia Cong finished painting that he saw their fascinated eyes, and he laughed unscrupulously.

Unsurprisingly, a few tough little girls grabbed the things around them and smashed them indiscriminately.

Fortunately, they have a sense of proportion, they are all soft objects, even if they are thrown on him, they will not cause any damage.

He hastily bowed and bowed to apologize again, the girls might also be anxious to look at the painting, but also a little bit embarrassed, they glared at him together, and finally turned around and ignored him.

I rubbed my nose, it was like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge! ! !

After tidying up the clothes, seeing Xichun who was watching carefully, he pointed out a few words to her, "My sister still sees too few people, some things are purely based on imagination, there is still a gap."

Xichun nodded her head receptively, but she is a boudoir girl, how can she go out to meet people at will?

Thinking of this, Daiyu and the others felt sorry for a while, and Tanchun even said, "I only hate that I am not a man!"

Jia Cong saw that the attack was almost done, and was afraid that they would lose interest, so he had to give another sweet date, "However, my sister's idea is really good. If it can be compiled into a book and printed, the color version will definitely attract everyone's collection. The price of the black and white version is relatively low, as long as there are some easy-to-understand and catchy sentences below, it is really good as a book for children's enlightenment."

Speaking of this, I saw the disapproval of a few people, and thought that these few people are not very humanistic, and they have all received court training since childhood, and writing and ink are not allowed to be seen outside, so I can only change the way of saying, " Since the establishment of the tripod in this dynasty, because of the empress of the previous dynasty, women's talents have been suppressed a lot.

But it’s not that there have never been respected chivalrous and talented women. Among other things, the first eldest princess at the beginning of the dynasty was a female general who could unite thousands of troops. Not only that, but her guards were all women. Take it out, even a few men can't resist the enemy.

Liu Xiaoxiao in the previous dynasty was also a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting. Later, her husband was beheaded for greed and her home was ransacked. She even supported a couple of children with her skills.

In addition, there are Duran, Mrs. Chu... Wait!

It can be seen that this rumor of fame is not necessarily a bad thing. If it is just a few poems, a few calligraphy and paintings that are just a little bit of trouble, it will not be able to leave the rest of the people too far behind. The feats that the predecessors did not have, or the talents of those who are far ahead of their peers, naturally cannot be whispered in the same day. "

As he spoke, he raised the drawing he was holding in his hand.

The eyes of the girls mentioned in this passage are bright, especially Daiyu and Tanchun. One of them is talented, and the other is not willing to let others fiddle with their fate. Jia Cong's words spoke to their hearts. His gaze softened a lot.

Xichun was also very excited, and looked carefully at the characters painted by Jia Cong. After comparing them with his own, Shen Yun was really superior, so she couldn't help but pouted, "Third brother, I'm still pretty bad at drawing."

Jia Cong quickly comforted, "What's the matter, how old are you now? How many people have you met? Your current level is enough to explain your talent."

Xichun thought for a while, then clenched her small fist, "Yes, I must be stronger than my third brother!"

I really don't know where this little girl's confidence comes from, but she still said, "Well, third brother is waiting for the day when you surpass him." He also knew that his tone was a little bit awkward, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, " If I'm not mistaken, this handwriting should belong to Third Sister, right?"

Tanchun nodded, with some anticipation in his eyes, but Jia Cong did not disappoint her, "The third sister's character is naturally excellent in the boudoir, but it is not easy to get rid of everyone, but sister The foundation is solid, so I might try to get rid of the cleverness."

As he spoke, he moved his wrist lightly, and within a short time, plum blossoms appeared on the paper, but when he looked closely, it was not just plum blossoms.

After writing the whole picture, Tanchun said excitedly, "It turned out to be plum blossom seal characters?!"

After repeated observations for a long time, Tan Chun saluted Jia Congfu, "Thank you, third brother, for your advice!"

Jia Cong hurriedly returned the salute, and said modestly, "My little brother just sees more outside."

After mentioning Tanchun, I thought today would be the end of the day, but Daiyu jokingly said, "Brother Cong, what do you teach me?"

"Is sister Lin laughing at me? Your poems are not as good as mine, so what can I teach my sister?"

Hearing what he said, Daiyu covered her mouth and smiled, but she didn't make fun of him anymore. She knew in her heart that she was at best a top-ranking Gao Jiacong in this poem. But there are many places where it is not as good as it is.

Looking at the young man in front of him, although he was smiling, his heart was not without melancholy. If his younger brother was still alive, and his age was about the same as that of Brother Cong, he should be like this kind of jade tree facing the wind, right?The knowledge is taught by my father carefully, and I believe it will be among the top three in a few years.

But now it is useless to think about these things, the younger brother is gone!

Lin Daiyu has a nanny who reminds her every day, and she already knows how to hide it. Although she felt sad in her heart inadvertently at this time, she didn't show it on her face.

Just banter with sisters and brothers as usual!

After talking for a while, seeing that it was getting late, he was afraid that his father would have to leave food for him, so he left.

When returning the same way, just as he was about to leave the outer corner gate, he saw Jia Zheng and Jia Zhen coming out of Jia Mu Rongqing hall together.

Jia Cong saw that it was too late to dodge, so he could only stand aside and wait for the two to pass by, "Didn't Brother Cong leave early? Why are you still here?" Jia Zheng looked a little uncomfortable and asked him these words Sometimes, there was even a bit of sternness in his tone.

Why?The Second Master Zheng saw him these days, and if he didn't speak first, he would definitely keep his head up, and just walk over and put the elder's score in full.

Why did you suddenly start to reprimand today?And that tone, why does it sound a little guilty?

She wrinkled her nose, and was about to think about it carefully, but someone grabbed her shoulders, "Brother Cong, why didn't you come to play at Brother Zhen's house? But you are afraid that brother will neglect you?"