Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

Tu Su felt that he was about to be pissed off. A few days ago, a breakthrough was made in the development of cement, and the experiment in a small area was also successful.

Because of the person he misses in his heart, he worked day and night to make his subordinates speed up the development of glass products, so that all the people were exhausted without hesitation.

Finally, this afternoon, the first glass product was officially made. Although the color is not very clear and there are still air bubbles on it, it will be fine as long as the technology is continuously improved in the future.

It's not in vain that he endured the pain of lovesickness and stared at this place for so long. Looking at the newly baked crystal cup in his hand, he couldn't help but think of the boy who had been firmly engraved in his heart. Did not think about himself, the profile for the recent cold, he has not taken care of himself?

Thinking of this, my heart seemed to be on fire, full of longing and concern.

Regardless of the cold weather outside, I abandoned the carriage and returned to the city quickly. I advanced to the palace to report the progress of the work to the emperor, and asked several participating craftsmen to explain in detail for a while, but my heart felt like grass , looking at the sky slowly getting dark, I really don't want to stay for a quarter of an hour, I just want to see the boy I miss so much as quickly as possible.

The emperor looked at his younger brother's hopeless appearance, and suddenly he had a son who was so hard to raise, and the daughter-in-law forgot about him as a 'mother' before she got married. The sadness and helplessness of this 'mother', bah bah bah, he is not a mother, Your Majesty the emperor He was so imaginative that he almost frightened himself, so he ignored his younger brother's "I want to go, I want to go!" gaze, and finally took him to see the emperor and the queen mother. After dinner, he waved his hand when it was already dark, and drove people away, eating with the face of an angry little daughter-in-law feeling stomach ache all the time.

With the permission of his imperial brother, Tu Su couldn't hide the smile from the corners of his eyes and brows, and without any hesitation, he saluted and left neatly.

That heartless look, the emperor who was almost irritated called him back again. Fortunately, he was good at controlling his emotions since he was a child, so he didn't do anything that contradicted his promise in public, but he did it in a narrow-minded manner. Decided, next time, I must send this unscrupulous brother on a longer and farther errand, heh heh, is he being the emperor for nothing!

Tufu, who had already left the main hall, shivered involuntarily, and felt a chill on his back. Although he was a little puzzled, he thought it was because it was too cold outside. Put a big hairy cloak on him.

Looking at the stars above the sky, he was unwilling to go back to the palace alone to see his sweetheart tomorrow, calling him out at this point would definitely alarm the people in the mansion, so he decided to be a gentleman for a while and go uninvited .

The sound of horseshoes accompanied by the sound of wheels echoed in the empty and cold night, making the night even more silent. When we arrived at Ningrong Street, there were drums, singing and shouting from Ningfu, that The voice was too loud and unscrupulous, causing Tu Su to frown involuntarily.

The waiter next to him was a know-it-all, seeing his master frowning and looking towards the direction of the sound, he hurriedly replied softly, "Recently, Jia Zhen and his son often invite some dudes in Beijing to have banquets in the mansion in the name of practicing riding and archery." bet."

Tufu nodded and didn't say much, and soon arrived outside the courtyard where Jia's big house lived. Tufu asked someone to stop the carriage by a remote wall, and most of the people stayed outside, only bringing A guard and a young eunuch entered over the wall.

Entering the courtyard wall, and not long after moving forward, I saw the lights coming from the front room, knowing that the boy in my heart lived there, and my mood became even more excited.

He involuntarily quickened his pace, the place where the light came out, if he remembered correctly, it should be the study room, and if he didn't go to bed so late, he must be studying hard again with the lamp on. Tu Su felt a pain in his heart, so he told him Well, there is no need to worry about Chun Wei next year, so what are you working so hard for? !I really don't care about my body at all!

As Tu Su's affection for Brother Cong deepened, his mind of always having people staring at him and reporting the latest situation to him at any time changed unknowingly, gradually he didn't like anyone to know before him His situation changed, and he even became jealous of those guards who could follow him at any time, and was not satisfied with always hearing about him from other people's mouths. Gradually, he wanted to know that person himself, He wanted Brother Cong to tell him some trifles in person, so although he endured the pain of separation recently, he was only protected by people, and no one reported his situation.

But now Tu Su felt that he regretted it, and he almost wanted to slap himself twice because he regretted it, his face was so dark that it could no longer be darker.

How naive do I have to be to be narcissistic and think that this heartless person in front of me will not think about eating, drinking and sleeping at night because I haven't seen him for so long?

Look at the pictures of beauties hanging all over the room. Huanfei Yanyanshou has a variety of postures, but he has no intention of admiring them at all. He feels his heart is bleeding. Is she a beauty?

Looking at his serious eyes and gentle look, he has never looked at himself so carefully in his memory...

In an instant, the string of rationality was completely broken, and the extreme jealousy was at the peak. His hands and feet rushed over faster than his brain, snatched the unfinished picture from Brother Cong's hand, and tore it to pieces. Unable to let go of his hatred, he left the fragments on the ground, turned his head and rushed towards the other scrolls, trying to tear them all to shreds.

Fortunately, the startled guards and the little eunuch had already reacted, rushed up and hugged Tu Sui's legs and waist desperately, and kept yelling "Please calm down, please calm down...", trying to calm him down .

They can't do anything about it, the prince of their own family can be called a kindred spirit, at first he could gain the upper hand in front of Third Master Cong with his status and domineering energy, but the longer they get along, the more he becomes a 'wife slave' It's developing, and it's okay in normal times, because of his status, Third Master Cong will accommodate him a little bit on insignificant things.

But when it comes to certain key matters, they can only listen to Third Lord Cong. Although his own prince has the right to speak, he often loses the right to make decisions in the end.

They still don't know how strong a man's jealousy can be, but they know how much Cong Sanye treasures his paintings. If the prince is allowed to destroy them in anger now, if the prince wants to ask for forgiveness But it is difficult.

At that time, the prince must be in an extremely bad mood, and it is certain that no matter what, he will not be willing to force Third Master Cong. At that time, none of them who are close to him will be able to think about it, especially the two of them who followed in today. The prince angered them, and the consequences were unimaginable.

So other things can be ignored first, don't care about offending, and don't care about being beaten and punished, tacitly hold the prince first, and prevent the situation from spreading further is the most important thing.

Jia Cong is concentrating on drawing his pictures of beauties, he wants to draw a few more pictures, and let the old man pick out the beauties he likes and can fit the artistic conception of the twelve flower gods, and then match them with flower god poems Let's make a fan together, and think about the way Dad loves it, it will be full of motivation.

These days, besides studying for two hours every day, he also spared some time to prepare gifts for Tu Sui and complete these paintings, which was even busier than when he was studying hard every day.

But these are all things he likes after all. Although he is a little tired, he is very excited in his mind. It seems like a divine help when he is painting, and it is easy to immerse himself in it.

It's the same tonight, but what's going on now?

He was painting well, but the drawing paper was suddenly taken away, and he was distressed that the long ink marks left on the painting because he didn't have time to pick up the pen ruined one of his paintings, and the painting was torn unexpectedly up.

Just tear it up, the painting is useless anyway!

Hey, no, look up at the person tearing up the painting, damn, this damned tutu didn't want to see him well, and even ran over and ruined the painting he was drawing, and finally tore it up.

What is he doing like that?Want to tear up the paintings on his wall?Jia Cong was also angry, this damned guy took his book away domineeringly, he had temporarily endured it because of a little presumptuousness in the past... The rogue always touches him, because he covets other people's beauty I don't care so much about sex, so I don't care so much... I always care about him, because he felt the concern inside, he half-pushed and followed him, but what is he going crazy now?What was going on this late at night to ruin his hard work?

Could it be that he has such a good temper that he was regarded as easy to bully by this person, "Tufu, why are you crazy?" Jia Cong growled angrily, and his voice would have been louder if he hadn't been concerned about people outside many.

Tu Fu finally diverted his attention from those paintings, but his heart hurt even more after hearing this roar. This man did something wrong and still yelled at him, "I'm crazy? How dare you think I'm crazy?"

Of course you look crazy!Jia Cong really wanted to yell back again, but when he met those glowing red eyes, he felt strange and inexplicable~uh~ a little guilty...and a little distressed? ! !

The voice of the speech was also inexplicably lowered by an octave, "Why are you tearing up my painting if you are not crazy?" This question was rather harsh, but when I said this, I thought of the painting that was torn up, but because of Reluctant to give up, he straightened up, "Do you know how much effort I have wasted in painting these? I tore them up as soon as I came here! Also, who are you showing your stinky face to?"

Tu Su was so angry that he was trembling a little, and the finger that pointed at him was also trembling...

The little eunuch and guards who hugged their lord tightly were lamenting their own bad luck. It was obviously a good thing to accompany the lord to meet his lover at night, so why did such an unfortunate accident happen?

The unanimous decision in my heart, if I can get out of my body this time without being silenced, I must go to the temple to worship, thank all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas for blessing everything, Amitabha!

As soon as they thought about it, the two of them got hit on each other, and Tuli's roar came from their heads, "You dog slave, don't let me go!"

With the passage of time, the breath that they bravely hugged their prince at the beginning has long since dissipated, and their arms and body are trembling with fear, but they don't know how to let go, so they can only hold on there.

Hearing the words of the lord now was like an amnesty, he loosened the person and rolled out. The matter of the couple is really beyond the reach of servants like them.

Seeing that there were no outsiders in the room, Tu Su pointed at the pictures of beauties on the wall with a ferocious expression, "Blame me for making faces? What are you drawing?"

Beautiful pictures!what else?Jia Cong was very puzzled, why did Tu Sui on the other side look as if he was painting an offensive nude painting?

I really can't figure out why this person is angry, but I have a hunch that if I give a bad answer, the other party will probably destroy these paintings, which I absolutely cannot allow, but what should I say?

The brain only stopped for two seconds to think, and the mouth has faithfully said the answer, "A beautiful picture, what else can it be?"

That ignorant, innocent and upright look made Tu Sui feel like an unreasonable rascal!

I was so angry that I almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and a trace of doubt arose in my heart. Could it be that I really made trouble for no reason?No, how could it be me making trouble out of no reason, no matter what the reason is, Brother Cong drew so many beauties, I should be angry.

Moreover, this person has never painted a portrait of himself!

"What are you doing drawing so many beauties when you're free? Could it be that you are thinking//spring?" The first half of the sentence is full of questioning, but the latter sentence is full of anger and sadness. After saying it, it makes people feel like a resentful woman.

Jia Cong frowned, very puzzled by his tone of voice, and really wanted to shout, "What the fuck do I want to draw!" According to this person's temperament, these paintings in the house must be lost.

Frowning, he complained in his heart for the first time that this damn timetravel didn't give him a better golden finger, and there was also that waste space, where he could only access some items, which could barely be used as a weightless carry-on package, and the rest The matter turned out to be useless at all, and he didn't expect any hot springs and forests anymore, just decorate it with any martial arts cheats left by the predecessors!

This request should not be too much, why can't it be realized?

It's useless to think too much, no one is stronger, and I have a weakness that I want to protect. I managed to persuade myself to be a little softer, but my tone was still a bit cold, "These paintings were made as gifts for my father!"

Hearing this explanation, Tu Su felt that he seemed to have misunderstood something, as if he was going to be unlucky, but then he felt sad again. It was not long before his birthday, and he had already told this person. I didn't care, looking at the paintings all over the wall, how could I have time to prepare gifts for myself?

Then Jia She's birthday will not be until next year, and there are no important festivals recently, even the Chinese New Year is still early, so what kind of gift is he so eager to give!

The more I think about it, the more sad I feel, and the more I think about these paintings, the more I don't like them.

That gaze was too malicious, Jia Cong keenly sensed that the danger was getting worse, he didn't care to get angry with the man in front of him, he stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and dragged him to his bedroom next door.

Obviously, this person is angry with those paintings, so it shouldn't be a problem not to let him see those paintings, right?

But I don't know if it would be wrong to bring a person who is full of jealousy, violent emotional ups and downs, and has always been full of ulterior thoughts towards me into my room in the middle of the night?

Brother Cong is now concentrating on how to preserve his beloved paintings. After Lian Tufu found out that they were heading towards Jia Cong's bedroom, he became very cooperative in his steps, and all the gestures he made outside were all in harmony with each other. did not see.

What a joke, let him keep these paintings in the study of his new sweetheart, Tu Fu said that it is impossible, since he said it was for his future father-in-law, then he would send someone to send it over with kindness Well, I believe that Master Jia She must also like his behavior more.

Jia Cong's room is not too big, but the layout is very refreshing and clean. The kang is on the edge of the wall near the inside, and the outside is covered by a light gauze. You can only see the bedding that has been laid inside. There is a long couch, which should be used for daily rest or when reading a book and looking at the scenery outside the window.

A pot of narcissus and a few fresh fruits are placed on the low table on the other side, making the room exude a faint fragrance.

The picture of plum blossoms on the wall should be his husband Qiao Lao's own handwriting. The pen is strong and strong, and it is worthy of being a contemporary master!

After scanning around, there was no place for the maid to sit up and down, so I liked it a little in my heart. I thought it was true that he didn't like people watching the night from the previous intelligence.

However, after thinking about it, I feel a little distressed. If there is no one watching the night, won't I have to fumble alone to drink water at night?I don't know how many times I was bumped and touched since I was a child!

After being distressed, I feel a little regretful. It’s okay to feel sorry for this little heartless person. I have been working hard for so long for his two prescriptions, but he draws some beautiful pictures at home. Although it is for Jia She, after all It was himself who was writing the pen. Although he was angry just now, he still saw that everything in the painting was stunning. He couldn't believe it. If this person hadn't carefully observed those women, how could he draw the charm of that face so vividly? ?

Thinking of this, the anger that had been slightly suppressed just now exploded with a bang.

Turning around and hugging the person in his arms, he lowered his head and gnawed, um, I lost a lot of weight after not seeing him for a few days, as expected, I couldn't do without looking a little bit.

Jia Cong had already gotten used to his wanton kisses, and without thinking too much, he subconsciously adjusted his posture and responded.

But, it seems something is wrong, what's the matter with the palm that keeps poking into the clothes?

When he was a little sober, he felt some danger, but how could someone who was so jealous give him a chance to refuse! ! !

The author has something to say: I found that I couldn't enter the front desk and couldn't see the messages of the little angels!Really speechless! ! !

By the way, do the little angels leave a message, ahhh? ? (^o^)/~