Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

When Jia Cong woke up the next day, the sky was already bright, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and what caught his eyes was Tu Su staring at his eyes, which were full of joy in the dark and clear.

This beast, Jia Cong curled his lips reflexively, the memory of last night has already come back, he should be thankful that this person still has some self-control at the critical moment, because Gu Nian's body is too small, did he not complete the set?

However, even though he didn't make it to the last step, he quietly shook his hands under the quilt, damn, his hands are so sore!

Can't help but give the person in front of him a supercilious look, Tu Su got a benefit last night, now is the time to be proud, even a supercilious stare can be regarded as a wink.

Reluctantly, he wanted to reach out to hug him in his arms, but Jia Cong took advantage of his inattention and bent his elbow on his abdomen. Jia Cong was annoyed that he went crazy last night, but he didn't hold back at all from this blow.

Tu Sudang bowed like a shrimp holding his stomach, "You are murdering your own husband!"

Glared at him fiercely, what a fart my husband, sooner or later let this guy know who is above! ! !

Jia Cong walked around him and got off the ground. He wanted to find a set of clean clothes to put on first, but after looking around, he realized that he was not in his own room, but in another courtyard of Prince Zhongshun's mansion.

Frowning, "When did you bring me here?" I don't even have any memory, am I a little too lax in front of this person?

At this time, Tu Sui was already much better, but he was still rubbing his stomach with his hands, and he could faintly hear it growling, as if he was hungry.

Seeing Brother Cong's question, he replied casually, "I came back when the sky was about to dawn. If someone finds me with you, you will never have to live a peaceful life in the future."

Does that mean that I still have to thank him for thinking of him?

Outside the tent, he made a few gestures with his fist towards the inside, and when the young master surpassed him in height, he must give him a hard blow!

Feeling ruthless, he quickly found a suit of clothes to change into, turned his head to the direction of the bed curtain and said, "It's getting late, why don't you get up yet?"

"Come and help me get dressed, and I'll start right away."

He was so beautiful, he hummed twice in his nose, turned around and left, let that person die!

It wasn't until Jia Cong finished his lunch and breakfast that Tu Su came out Shi Shiran. The satisfaction in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows made Jia Cong feel particularly unpleasant, and he really wanted to move his paws according to that face.

Luckily, Tuli still knew how to let go as soon as he was happy, and ate his meal quietly, and didn't bother to tease him again, otherwise there would be no paintings for him to protect, and he would get mad at any time without any scruples.

Originally, Jia Cong was going to go back home after eating, but he was still thinking about the gift for his father, even the gift for Tu Su had to hurry up, although he didn't care about it on the surface, but it seems that this person treats him fairly For the sake of his heart, he still hopes to make the gift better.

However, Tufu didn't want to let him go. Could it be that he was asked to go back and find a beauty for a portrait?

Thinking of this, he felt a puff of anger in his chest, from now on he would never even think about touching those things again!

Raising his hand, someone brought his new crystal cup over, "How about this?"

The color is not as clear as natural crystal. It should be a problem with the ratio of raw materials. I believe it will get better after slowly improving. As for the problem of air bubbles, it seems that the glass solution needs to be stirred.

Tell Tu Su what you know.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be particularly concerned, Tu Su couldn't help but seduce, "Would you like to go with me to the Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing to have a look? The cement was also made, and a short road was built in the Zhuangzi over there. How about you go and see?"

I despised this person's ignorance in my heart. I saw a lot of cement roads in my previous life. What's so interesting?It's not as attractive as the stone road to him.

Shaking her head, she didn't want to bother with him, so she stood up and wanted to leave.

Tu Su refused to let him go, so he stood up and wrapped him in his arms.

The two of them got entangled like this, one wanted to leave and the other refused, and in the end, Tu Sui was a little bit stronger with his strength, and kept him, but it may have brought countless benefits.

Even so, he only stayed for three days. It was the first time that Jia Cong hadn't returned home for such a long time. Although he left an excuse with Jia She, he couldn't delay it any longer, otherwise Jia She would be in a hurry.

The first thing after returning home was to go to the study to look at the paintings, but none of them disappeared?

Thinking that it was the destruction of Tuli, he felt furious like a fire in his heart, turned around and rushed out, wishing he could fly to the other courtyard of the palace and kick that bastard hard.

When they got to the door, they collided with someone, both of them were knocked back by the force and fell to the ground, they wanted to curse at each other, but when they looked up, they found that it was their father, and quickly crawled away Get up and go to help him up.

Now Jia Amnesty only cared about the big wooden box in his hand, it had been dropped on the ground beside it, and the fans inside were scattered all over the floor.

Jia Amnesty was hit by Brother Cong like a man/meat/cannon/ball and sat on the ground, but he didn't care about the pain in his buttocks. Seeing those fans scattered on the ground, he felt that his whole heart was not good.

While yelling "my fan!", he crawled over and carefully put the fan into the box, and checked it carefully, seeing that there was no damage, he let out a long breath.

After letting go of the thoughts in his heart, he felt the pain coming from the buttocks. It may be that he was injured to the tailbone. The pain there was extremely sharp, and it made him turn pale in an instant, and it was difficult to stand up.

At first, Jia Cong saw that he still had time to treasure those fans, and thought that the fall was not serious, but unexpectedly, after a blink of an eye, his face was covered with sweat in pain, and he panicked immediately, so he got up and took a step forward to hold him My father asked in a panic, "Daddy, what's wrong with you, did the fall hurt?" Can the butt hurt so much?

Jia Amnesty was in so much pain that he had no strength to answer him, and was supported by his son's arms into the inner room and lay down on the bed.

Jia Cong helped him lie down, and seeing that he was still in severe pain, he hurried out and asked someone to take the post and call the imperial doctor.

At this time, the irritating pain just now had passed, and Jia She took a long breath, feeling better than before, not so unbearable.

Feeling better just now, seeing Jia Cong returned, he hurriedly ordered, "Give that box to your father and I will bring it here."

Jia Cong obediently held him up and placed it in front of his head. Jia Amnesty reached out and carefully took out the fan from the box one by one, and opened the fan with a flick of his hand happily.

This is... a copy of the picture of beauties he drew...?

The painting method of normal paintings and fan paintings is very different, so when making them, the paintings cannot be directly made into fans. He originally thought that he would repaint after his father selected them.

But he didn't expect that the fan has been made now, there is no one else, it must be the handwriting of Tu Su, he should have thought of it long ago, because he is taboo about drawing pictures of beauties, it is impossible to put it there and do nothing.

Fortunately, I always thought that if I accompany him to comfort him these days, he can be more generous. It turned out that he had used a trick to take him away, and had someone make the fan in secret.

This bastard!

Although it was better than the original idea that the paintings were destroyed by that person, I was still very depressed!

He held the fan in his hand and looked carefully. The fan painter... could imitate more than [-]% or [-]% of the artistic conception of his original painting, and the brushwork was not bad at all. Shock.

I believe that without the original picture as a reference, if his personal seal is stamped on the bottom of the painting, even the master who is very familiar with him cannot be sure for a moment whether it is from him or not.

It only took three days to achieve such a level, but after spending more time thinking carefully, he didn't know how far he could imitate. He was really curious to meet this person.

Looking carefully at the seal above, there is no name inside, but a kind of animal that has never been seen before. It looks like a deer, not a deer, and a horse, not a horse. Could it be the four different images in the legend?

This person is really polite, I believe that as long as he thinks, he should act like whatever he thinks.

Spreading out all the fans, I found that the charm of each piece is [-]% to [-]% similar, even the inscription on the back is the same. Presumably this person did it on purpose, what a genius.

Jia She was there excitedly following his son, admiring the picture of beauties on the fan with bright eyes, full of embarrassment, this was made by his son himself, and it was the first time for his son to make a fan for him by himself. It actually suits him so well, he really deserves to be his son!

But it's still a pity, and he turned to Jia Cong and sighed, "My son's fan painting is still worse than the original picture, so I should practice more." Naturally, the fans are all his collections. Thinking about the scene of myself sitting in the pile of fans... Whisper, my saliva is about to come out!

Although Jia Amnesty is not very good at painting and calligraphy, his eyesight is no worse than that of some famous masters. Once he got the fan back, he found the difference between this picture and the original one, but he just thought it was because his son was not good at it. Because of the fan painting.

Seeing his father's expectant eyes, Jia Cong nodded in agreement.

Jia She turned around and asked doubtfully, "Son, when did you get this seal? Why hasn't Daddy seen it?"

Jia Cong touched his nose in embarrassment, saying that one lie needs a hundred lies to cover up. Although he couldn't bear to disappoint his father, he still thought in his heart whether he should tell his father the truth now, so as to save one day of revealing his truth , he was even more sad.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, someone outside reported, "Master, Third Master, Imperial Physician Wang is here."

This sentence seemed to press a switch, and Master Jia, who had already forgotten the pain, yelled again.

Jia Cong quickly held down the words and invited Imperial Physician Wang in.

Doctor Wang felt his pulse and pressed the injured area, "Mr. She, this is the impact on the tailbone. You need to rest in bed for at least a month. I am prescribing some medicines for internal and external application, and the pain will soon be gone. .”

Jia Cong thanked the imperial doctor Wang for accompanying him to the outside room to write the prescription, and then offered a generous thank you gift, and then sent the person out in person.

The author has something to say: Let me talk about age first. In fact, Jia Baoyu has been used to pave the way for this previous article. He was definitely not 12 years old when he mixed with others o(╯□╰)o

The ancients seem to have always been more open than us, but it is really unacceptable in modern times, so... O(∩_∩)O haha~

In addition, a little angel asked if the posting time could be changed to around ten o'clock in the evening. I can only say that it's not that I don't want to, but that I can't do it. Because the stupid author has to go to work during the day, he can only start after five or six o'clock in the evening. Code words, generally no matter how many words are coded, they will stop writing at 10:30, check it again, and then post!

In this case, if you post at ten o'clock, you will stop writing just after nine o'clock, and you won't be able to write many words at all... I'm sorry, I blame the stupid author for being too slow... I don't know the speed of five or six thousand in the author group How did I do it... I need to learn from it ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Finally, thank the second boss for mine, love you so much! ! !