The Lonely King of the Red Chamber is sick

Although Jia Zheng has exquisite facial features and well-dressed clothes, he looks like a child from a distance, talking and acting like an adult, which makes people laugh, but when he gets close, he can't back away when he looks at the young man's eyebrows and eyes. His depressive look always feels gloomy, which makes people unhappy.

Jia Daishan used to like Jia Zheng very much. He could memorize "Three Character Classics" and "Thousand Character Classics" when he was three years old, and he often couldn't put down the books, and often asked him some homework questions. Playing around, I specially asked Jia Shen to take his younger brother out for fun and banquets, and occasionally held a banquet at home to meet some friends of the right age.But this time, even though he felt that his son was good and confident regardless of his concubine, he also found many problems.

Although I really want to slander the prodigal son who is a boss and lack of heart, but on the whole, it meets or even exceeds the vision and knowledge that a son of a family should have. Looking at the world, it is not only limited to the territory of the Huajin Dynasty, but the entire world on a large scale.

Think about it, this credit is also considered...he has a share, right?

Jia Daishan silently wanted to show credit, otherwise the cost of raising his son would be covered by the crown prince alone, which would teach his son no credit, and he would want to doubt life and think about what Jia Amnesty's last name is.

The eldest son made him a little arrogant and entangled, but he also felt inexplicable resentment. When it was the younger son's turn, Jia Daishan thumped his feet and stomped his chest, doubting life a lot.

Jia's family did not lack his food, drink and clothes, and even what Mr. Wen Ya said about caring for children's hearts and nourishing their spirits, even when he was busy with official duties, he would take some time to ask about food, drink, and how he was studying. up?Don't get tired of waiting for words when you go out to play occasionally, even cold violence in the backyard is unlikely.Apart from hanging around Xi'er, Shi Shi only has to deal with business affairs, and if he wants to commit some crimes occasionally, he can be the best in the world, and besides, his mother is in charge of the backyard.

So... Where did Jia Zheng's depression come from?

Forget about being depressed, but still staring at the school-age children coldly and reticently, with a look of superiority, a look of loving reading and being inferior, he can't understand it after thinking about it.

He is a descendant of honor, and he doesn't need to be ranked among the top three in the imperial list like a poor scholar. Even if he wants to be an official through the imperial examination, the most important thing for them to be an official is to learn how to communicate and learn to see. Otherwise, why is he working so hard?Don't you just think that "the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade, and the descendants had the ability to plant one more, but if they were not able, they would drag their families and mouths under a tree."

It’s just...

Jia Daishan became angry when he thought about it, he found the problem in time, thinking that he could get it back even at a young age, but he didn't expect his temper to become more and more lonely.

Looking at the "Book of Filial Piety" copied on the table case, and then raising his eyes to look at Jia Zheng, who was not as tall as the desk, Jia Daishan sighed: "Zheng'er, it would be great if you can recite your grandmother's birthday at such a young age." , this gift is very good, there is no need to take the so-called famous inkstone and pen."

"Thank you, father, for your teaching, but..." The elder brother gave the phoenix-headed konghou as a tribute from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.Jia Zheng lowered his eyes, his face showed depression, it was only a few months of study, His Royal Highness the crown prince was so kind to the elder brother, if he could be born sooner, or if he had a chance to win the favor of the crown prince, that would be great.

However, he is the second child.

No chance.

Jia She didn't know that the second child in the family was secretly trying to win someone's favor, as if he had no worries about food and clothing, and was sought after by others. At this moment, he was lying on the kang, which was rarely seen, silently feeling sad.

Unknowingly, the little fire-breathing man and the dirty ruined temple appeared in his mind.

Situ Wen arranged the secret guard work, and as soon as he walked in, he saw his golden doll lying on the kang wiping tears, he paused in astonishment, and subconsciously glanced around.

The layout of the academy dormitory is similar. They are considered the small room configuration of a wealthy family. There are two kangs, one large and one small, fully considering the difference between the young master and the book boy.There is a row of bookcases and a desk on the left, two large wardrobes and a small screen on the right, where a bathtub can be placed.

Such an environment is quite eye-catching to him. After all, he was a grave guard in his previous life, and a small room that can slightly shelter from the wind and rain can be regarded as a charity for him, a weakling.

To tell the truth, Situ Wen thinks that once he earns money in this life, he loves to give it to Jia Amnesty, and melt it into a golden doll, maybe it is the shadow left by his previous life.

He was the only one, even if he was a bit pampered, but he didn't need to explain a word to help him scour his fortune, followed him to the disaster-stricken area, scattered all the treasures for him, and hoped that he could live a better life.

"En... Sheer, what's the matter, are you homesick?" Situ Wen approached, ready to untie his golden doll.

"Uh..." Jia She was stunned, and felt so ashamed for a moment. When he first came to the academy, he only cared about the novelty and joy. He didn't think about his family members who were hundreds of miles away. He shook his head frankly, "I Some unfilial people didn't think of their father, but when they stepped into the room, they felt inexplicably stuffy."

Jia She squeezed his fists and beat his chest, "I thought most of those who studied in the academy would be slaughtered by officials in the future, and their life should be regarded as very nourishing, but look, this Yuqing Academy is famous in Suzhou, but their living conditions That’s why. Scholars, farmers, businessmen, it’s no wonder the little fire-breathing man lives in a ruined temple.”

Situ Wen: "..."

Inexplicably froze, Situ Wen slowly raised his head to look at Jia She, only to feel that his previous thoughts were so ridiculous that he would subconsciously think that She'er didn't want to be in the academy because of the poor accommodation conditions.

"Hey... I still don't know much. It would be great if I could walk around with my future senior brother and follow my future master, and open my eyes to see the world." Jia She is very melancholy, he doesn't have the ability to solve it now, but he will work hard Learn from smart people, and listen to them obediently. The most important thing is to listen to your father.

Because he was able to live and clothe himself thanks to the hard work of his father and grandfather on the battlefield, otherwise he wouldn't know which corner of the Gala was digging soil to grow vegetables.

Just as he was thinking about digging the soil, Jia Amnesty suddenly felt a warm breath coming in. When he raised his eyes, he saw Situ Wen's perfect face close at hand, and couldn't help being startled.

"Xie'er, have you forgotten what my brother promised you?" Situ Wen leaned closer to sit on the kang and rubbed Jia She's face.

Jia Amnesty stayed for a few seconds, a little silly, and then the hot breath came from his ears with a faint peach blossom fragrance. He turned his eyes to look at the enlarged face, and he became more and more dazed. He felt paralyzed all over his body and couldn't think. All that's left is the beating heart.

"As long as it's what She'er wants, brother will be satisfied." Situ Wen calmly lifted off the bed sheet, lay down by himself, feeling that there was no distance between them, and heaved a comfortable sigh of relief.

He will let Jia Amnesty stand side by side with him openly and accept the worship of all people.

He needs to use merit to block the courtiers and the mouths of the world.

This prosperous world was created for his golden baby.

He also had the audacity to set the name of Shengshi as "Peaches Are Ripe", so that future generations would not want future generations to whine and point fingers.

"But I..."

"Okay, go to bed, today is the first time we have slept together in the same bed for a total of 1924 days and 23096 hours in five years, three months and nine days."

What Situ Wen said was very serious, and Jia Amnesty's eyes widened when he heard it.After glancing at righteous words, Situ Wen, who looked "wronged", patted the empty space beside the bed, and Jia Amnesty slipped in smoothly.

Looking at Jia She, who was obediently lying next to him, Situ Wen silently tucked Jia She's quilt, silently cheered himself up, and the next time he slept together, he would definitely say openly: "I want to be with you Sleepy for 1 night!"

In order to prevent himself from being unable to restrain the wretched smile on his face, Situ Wen got up and blew away the candle that was moving in the wind.

This small group of flames is really annoying, and they all show his thoughts.

The candle that was shot for no reason: "..."

Calmly crawling back into bed, Situ Wen took Jia She's hand with a look of satisfaction.

"Too...brother, your palms are so sweaty." Jia She got used to the sudden darkness, felt the warmth from his side, felt an inexplicable sense of security, and shared the same bed with someone for the first time after growing up. Sleeping together, an inexplicable novelty, holding back the hand being pulled, couldn't help being honest about my suspicions, "Did you not wash up outside? Hey, brother can't do this, my future wife said, you have to be a man. Relying on yourself, to be a man, you have to learn how to dress and eat, you can't..."

Situ Wen's face changed back and forth, and through the moonlight shining through the window, he could still clearly see the blush behind his ears.

"Sleep, or I won't wake up tomorrow."

"Oh." Just as he was talking about excitement, Jia She was a little bit uninspired, but because the king's order must not be violated, and most importantly, he still wanted to get enough energy to make a big fuss in the academy tomorrow, so he nodded, "Okay, brother, you too sleep."

After speaking, Jia She obediently closed his eyes and went to sleep.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Situ Wen felt a little regretful, and wanted to chat with people more, but after a while, he heard a small snoring sound, and couldn't help smiling.

Through the afterglow from the window, coupled with his own self-cultivation and continuous practice of "Samadhi Repentance", his skills have greatly increased.This dim light is like daylight to him, he can clearly see Xie'er's sleeping posture.

Jia Amnesty seemed to be aware of it, pouted, turned his head to the side, grabbed the quilt and rubbed it.

Situ Wen smiled, and lightly brushed Jia She's cheek with his finger, brushed it carefully, then stared at Jia She for a while, and stretched out his hand to open the other's skirt.

It is said that snorers inhale less oxygen than normal people throughout the night, which will affect memory after a long time!

No wonder his family's Xi'er studied so hard, but he never got the hang of it.

It turns out that the evil cause is here!

He really wanted to give people oxygen, but he was afraid that he wouldn't try it, and instead just took off his pants and went into battle.

A coquettish light flashed across Situ Wen's eyes, and he stared at Jia Amnesty for a long time. In the end, reason prevailed, and he adopted the most conservative treatment method to pass on his skills to others.