Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

Jia Amnesty's emotions always came and went quickly, and he heard the self-blame in his son's words, and waved his hand indifferently, "My son has never seen such a thing, so it's okay if he can't recognize it, and the Buddha's offering There is nothing wrong with taking it back for use after 81 days, your father and I are not such hypocritical people."

Jia Cong despised his own father in his heart, isn't it hypocritical, did you return that expression just now?

However, as a filial son, he will not expose his own faults, "Father, my son will take the scientific examination in February next year, and he has already memorized the books he should read. I feel quite bored recently, so I wanted to take a break a few years ago, and only took two hours a day to review my homework."

Jia She had no objection to his son's idea of ​​not wanting to hurry up to study, but his eyes lit up after hearing the words 'I want to take a break', "It's cold, and everything in Zhuangzi is almost done, there's nothing to be busy about.

In the rest of the time, does Brother Cong want to listen to a play or have a banquet?Gambling is also OK!Is the money enough?Dad has it here! "

Looking at his father's face of a rich man, Jia Cong opened his eyes wide and didn't realize for a while, is this really his real father?Is it okay to instigate your son to feast and gamble?

Brother Cong is now full of black lines on his forehead, I really don't know whether it should make people shed tears or fill their eyes with tears? ! !

Jia She was a little puzzled when he saw his son's big round eyes. Don't you like those?

He looked at his son up and down, left and right, and his eyes lit up all of a sudden, hehe, my son has grown up! "Hey, my son has grown so tall before I knew it, but Dad didn't think carefully and forgot to put two girls in your room!"

When it comes to women's affairs, Jia She said that he is familiar with this, and with his rich experience, it is absolutely no problem to personally teach his son about this matter.

Jia Amnesty leaned his head towards his son, and asked in a wretched tone, "What do you like, brother Cong? Tall, short, fat, thin? I told you daddy so I can choose for you." Without waiting for Cong My brother came back to his senses and asked something, and then he said to himself, "Why don't we choose one of each?"

Having said that, he patted Jia Cong on the shoulder happily, expressing his satisfaction with his treatment, "That's it, everyone has different preferences, your father and I like slim figure, maybe my son likes fatter one !"

Then he murmured to Jia Cong disdainfully, "Your second brother is a good-for-nothing, he just likes aggressive ones, and his temper is similar to your sister-in-law's. Luckily, he can bear it!"

Jia Cong felt that he was being roasted on the stove. Is it really okay for the old man and uncle to gossip about their daughter-in-law (sister-in-law) together?

However, the more Jia She said, the more he felt that this was the case. He wished he could pick one of each for his son right now. The ring is fat, the swallows are thin, he is dignified, spicy, pure and charming. It seems quite daunting.

He did it when he thought of it, reached out and patted Brother Cong on the shoulder, stood up and was about to go outside, this kind of thing came sooner rather than later.

Brother Cong is about to collapse, who can tell him what happened just now?

How big is the father's imagination to think that he has just turned 12 years old, and his son who has just begun to grow is in urgent need of a woman?

Seeing how busy the old man was, he was going to get everything done today. In order not to escalate the situation, he quickly dragged back the old man who wanted to go out, "Father, what my son wants to do is to be with a woman." It's relevant, but it's definitely not about putting people in the house."

Jia Amnesty didn't understand, what else could this woman do if she didn't let her drink with her in the house?

Looking at his youngest son suspiciously, Jia Cong blinked his eyes helplessly, and imitated Jia She, leaning his head forward, and said mysteriously, "My son wants to draw twelve flower gods, and make a set of twelve flower gods." Flower God's fan, what do you think, Daddy?"

Thinking of adding a fan to a beautiful woman, Jia She said that his son's decision won his heart, "Haha, he is indeed my son, Mr. Jia! This is a good idea. The material for making the fan is released. You think it is ivory. , or red sandalwood, or boxwood, or something else? As long as there is something in the mansion, you can choose whatever you want... You can also choose beauties. You can draw whoever you want in this mansion. If she doesn't agree, tell Dad to give You decide."

I was really afraid that my father would say something nonsense again, so Jia Cong quickly got up and thanked him.

The reason why he wanted to make some beauty fans was that he felt sorry for his father because he bought such a cauldron by mistake, so he wanted to make up for it. If you put these two things together, you should like it very much.

So, from this day on, Jia Cong got into a fight with all kinds of beauties, whether he was in a daze at a certain graceful young woman in the yard, or he called some girls with outstanding looks to his study to give him Grinding ink, he kept staring at them, and even went out with Jia She to see them on special occasions a few times.

The studio is full of small portraits of beauties of all colors. He is good at capturing the amazing beauty contained in the things around him, so even a very ordinary woman with no special features will have her own as long as she appears on Jia Cong's pen. Distinctive charm.

Jia She felt that all these years had really been wasted, he had never discovered that those sweeping girls outside had such a beautiful side.

The little concubine in the backyard didn't bother anymore, and felt satisfied with his son's paintings every day. Wang Xifeng was in confinement, and the business outside was almost done. Jia Lian was free now. Became a regular visitor, together with Jia She, thinking about how to steal the painting he likes every day.

"I really didn't expect Brother Cong to have such a skill. If my brother falls down in the future, I think the third brother will not let your nephew go hungry with this unique skill. Brother is really at ease now."

Jia Cong glared at the man who refused to leave, "I'm not interested in raising a son for others!"

"Hey, the third brother really hurt my brother's heart. Isn't my son your own nephew! How can this be someone else's son?"

The man's face was getting thicker and thicker, he curled his lips and didn't want to talk to him like this, but he didn't want to make it easier for him, so he simply exposed him directly, "Since the second brother said so, the younger brother really wants to ask, I Why was my nephew prematurely born that day?"

Mentioning this, Jia Lian's expression turned a little dark, and he felt that the old man next to him was also listening, thinking that maybe the two of them could give him some advice, so he simply started from the beginning, "That day Ping'er listened. There were two women talking outside, saying that the grandfather raised a foreign house outside, and even the child was pregnant, so he ran outside recently.

It is said that it has a nose and an eye, and even the approximate address of the house, the woman's appearance and surname were all told, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

Ping'er, but if she didn't believe it, the two of them spoke in too much detail, and she tried to find a reason to refute it, but couldn't find a word. "

"Your daughter-in-law has such a big belly. Even if you really have a foreign house, why should she help hide it for the sake of the master, but she rushes to complain? What does it mean?"

"Ping'er didn't want to say it at first, but he had something in his heart, and he couldn't help but let it out on his face, so Brother Feng could see it, so he was forced to ask."

Jia Cong really didn't expect his second brother to be so innocent, and he actually believed this?Compared to Wang Xifeng, who was a little silly, Brother Cong obviously disliked Ping'er even more, and couldn't help but said, "When did Ping'er become so overwhelmed? She usually works between you husband and wife, helping you Hiding this and helping that to coax this, isn't it always smooth? This time when Second Sister-in-law is in such a dangerous situation, how can she lose her composure because of a few rumors?"

Jia Lian was also a little puzzled, but when he said that Ping'er had some bad intentions, he didn't believe it. There was a bond between master and servant since childhood, and sometimes even he couldn't intervene, and intentionally harmed Wang Xifeng. Things, he really can't believe it.

It can be said that Ping'er's popularity in the past few years is really good enough, and she has always been loyal. If she is said to harm Wang Xifeng, the person concerned may be the first to not believe it.

Now Jia Lian keenly senses something strange in his heart, but deep in his heart he doesn't want to doubt Ping'er, so he has been entangled in his heart for the past few days.

"Has the woman who spread rumors been caught?"

"Back to the master, the two of them were caught by the son on the second day after Brother Feng gave birth. After interrogation, it was found out that there were a few women who drank too much cat urine and then slapped the master's tongue, because the son has been running outside more recently. I made a few trips, and I often went to Dongcheng, so those things were arranged.

Unexpectedly, she was told the truth by a woman next to her, but she took it as a real thing, and then spread the word. "Speaking of this, Jia Lian couldn't help but feel depressed. This servant of Jia's family is going to try his best to discipline him.

Jia Cong looked up and took a full look at his downcast expression, but he just shook his head and didn't say much.

Jia Amnesty went to see his beauty again, he never thought of the mansion as his own, and although his grandson was born prematurely, he is still alive and well, and he has no interest in how to deal with the servants.

They lived a carefree life here, but Tuli managed to stare at those craftsmen and came up with a preliminary result from the research of cement and glass. Unexpectedly, when they returned to Beijing, they received a secret report that Jia Cong had recently become obsessed with reading. Beauty, I was almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood!