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Jia Qiang didn't have a strong sense of presence, but he was very sensitive. He was the first to notice the change in Chen Ziang's face, and quickly asked, "What's wrong with Brother Ang, are you feeling well?"

Wang Xifeng came over, touched Chen Ziang's forehead in a relationship, and continued after seeing that he didn't have a fever: "The things that happened in the past few days are also hard for you. Before my aunt went, I helped you brothers and sisters prepare a resting yard."

"There are three rooms in the building behind the Rongxi Hall. Your Aunt Yingchun and Sister Qiao are now living there, and there is another room where your Aunt Xichun used to live, but now she has gone to take care of her father, who is your second grandfather."

"I decided to let Sister Xuan live in that house. The three of their mothers live in the same yard, and they happen to have a companion. They can also communicate with each other when they play chess or draw pictures on weekdays."

"By the way, I can also learn from the nanny and the lady. In the morning, I will go to my place together to look at the housekeeper's affairs. When I get married in the future, I will have a plan in my heart."

Then he pointed to the house on the side and said, "You live in that house first, and the three next to this are Brother Cong's, Brother Huan's and your house, and the three rooms in the east wing are respectively The study of the three of you and the two rooms in the West Wing have been connected, so that you can have a place to chat and rest."

"I have already discussed with you Grandpa Jia and Uncle Jia. After two years, when you are grown up, I will move you to Lixiangyuan. The courtyard is spacious and bright, and there is an independent door facing the street, which is convenient. You go in and out."

Chen Ziang was moved. His father raised him as an heir, and his aunt also asked someone to teach him some knowledge. He knew that he would definitely help Bo Tao's cousin and be his right-hand man in the future.

Therefore, he studied very hard, not only learning knowledge, but also many things, such as treating people and things, such as people's calculations and so on.

This time he thought, Rongguo Mansion would definitely not send their siblings to the guest courtyard in order to show their closeness to the Prince's Mansion, the most likely option was to choose a small courtyard for them, but he did not expect that this was not the case.

The Jia family thought of safety everywhere, and dispelled all the concerns of their brothers and sisters, making them feel that they were not guests under the fence, but relatives who lived in the family seriously.

The host family gave them the greatest respect, and the accommodation arrangement clearly told them that here, they are the same as the children of Jia's family, and there is no difference between host and guest.

Chen Ziang, who was warm in his heart, pulled the younger sister who was holding hands with Sister Qiao, first saluted Jia Amnesty and others, and then saluted Wang Xifeng, and said: "It's all up to Auntie to decide."

What a smart person Wang Xifeng is, when he heard the auspicious sound, he found that the child's attitude had changed, there was less sense of imperceptible distance, and more sincerity.

This is exactly the result Wang Xifeng wanted. Her normally sharp eyes were bent because she was in a good mood. She said softly in her auspicious voice: "Let's go, I will take you to your room to see if there is any place." If you want to change it, don’t be embarrassed, tell me that Auntie will adjust it for you, and you must live comfortably.”

Chen Ziang didn't shirk it either. If he wanted to get along as a family member, he couldn't be polite. He just said what he wanted. This is the way to get along with relatives.

However, after seeing the respective rooms of their brothers and sisters, Chen Ziang and Chen Zixuan's eyes immediately turned red. The furnishings here, except for brocade quilts and some clothes, are exactly the same as their original rooms.

Chen Ziang took his sister and bowed deeply to Wang Xifeng: "Thank you, Auntie, we are used to the things here, Auntie took the trouble."

Because of the familiar atmosphere, Chen Zixuan hugged Wang Xifeng's thigh and called Aunt Yiji. She wanted to kiss her mother. The kindness she treated their brothers and sisters aroused her longing for her mother and comforted her when she came to live in a new place. Terrified.

Wang Xifeng picked up Chen Zixuan and said: "Brother Ang, let's go back and have a rest first, I will take Miss Xuan here slowly, and when she wakes up, I will take her to find you."

Naturally, Chen Ziang had no objection, and it was Jia Rong who was responsible for leading him back to prevent him from getting lost or being bumped by unsightly servants. This kid was smooth-talking, but it was easy for people to relax.

After Wang Xifeng took the Chen brothers and sisters away, Jia Zhuo came to the sleepy Jia Huan and asked strangely, "Why is Uncle Huan's bracelet gone?"

Only then did everyone realize that the sandalwood bracelet that Jia Zhuo had given to Jia Huan was missing. If such a small ornament hadn't been brought up on purpose, no one would normally pay attention to it.

Jia Zhen said with some uncertainty: "Isn't it when he beat the child in a serious manner, was it torn off or accidentally smashed? It's not uncommon for them to be smashed and then dropped."

Jia Zhuo shook his head and said decisively: "Impossible, it's not broken." Jia Zhuo had a premonition before that Jia Huan would be doomed, so he chose a suitable sandalwood bracelet for Jia Huan.

Jia Cong, who was standing at the foot of the bed, said at this time: "A few days ago, the eldest girl of the Shi family said that the bracelet on Brother Huan's hand was very interesting, and the style was very suitable for the old lady. It happened that she wanted to choose a suitable one for the old lady. As for the gift, Jia Baoyu will let Brother Huan give it to Miss Shi."

"Brother Zhuo picked special things. Brother Huan was naturally reluctant. I wanted to help with the theory, but Brother Huan was afraid that Jia Baoyu would turn around and persuade the second wife to do something to his aunt, so he took it off and threw it to Shi. big girl."

When Jia She heard this, he was so angry that he yelled: "This is really like gathering people into groups, stinky fish are looking for rotten shrimp, Shijia is so shameless that even a small one is so stinky!"

He can also swear to the end, and they have no other way to deal with this matter. If they talk about it, it's just a small matter of a few juniors making a fuss over a wooden bracelet. If they talk about it, they will fall It's time for people to talk.

After hearing this, Xiao Zhuanfeng sighed, as a monster, how could he not know that God's will is hard to disobey? It seems that the death calamity in the fate of his third uncle Huan can be resolved but cannot be avoided. However, it is time for him to be in trouble .

Jia Zhuo asked Jia Shen to carry him back to his room, and now he has moved to Meng Pi Zhai, except for a room occupied by Bo Tao, the rest is entirely Jia Zhuo's own. The world is over.

When he came to his bedroom, Jia Zhuo took out a large silver jade piece of irregular size from the dark space under his bed.

The fragments have dissipated with the spirit of the weapon and are of no great use, but the Fengyue Baojian itself has two functions: attracting souls and fixing souls.

Naturally, every piece of it has the same function. Jia Zhuo couldn't find a place for it, so he simply took out a few pieces and put them under the bed as concentrating charms.

Jia Huan couldn't wake up, except that this time was doomed and he had to wait for someone to pull him out in response to the disaster, the main reason was that he was frightened and lost his soul.

Jia Zhuo looked at the fragments in his hand, he didn't know how to use formations, so he simply chose the most stupid method, found a piece of red paper, and asked Jia Shen to take some paste and spread it on the smooth surface. One side, and then press it directly on the red paper, which can be regarded as helping to seal the effect of attracting souls.

After finishing it, I found a small purse that I usually use as rewards, and cut a small irregular hole with small scissors, so that the not-so-smooth side could be exposed.

After he was done, he looked at the magic weapon he had made with satisfaction, then handed it to Jia She and said, "Grandfather, take a photo of Uncle Huan's face, and put it on for him."

Jia Amnesty is holding the things in his hand, it's really ugly, not to mention the tattered ones, when Jia Zhuo made the paste just now, he rubbed some on his purse, so it looks dirty.

Of course, I can’t blame my grandson for these things. It’s because the emperor doesn’t know people well, and Wei Chenxi, who was assigned by him, has no skills. Seeing that my brother Zhuo has studied with him seriously for so long, but he hasn’t improved much. Forget it, brother Zhuo My son is still young, so let's make do with it for the time being.

The people outside didn't know Jia She's idea of ​​being beaten, otherwise Jia Zheng would have no shortage of people to take revenge for him with sacks, and Jia She was still holding the thing in his hand with some disgust, which was obviously an imitation of the demon mirror. Contrary to his will, he boasted that his grandson was really capable.

In fact, Jia Amnesty was afraid of being struck by lightning for lying, and besides, he really couldn't boast about how beautiful this thing was, and he couldn't dampen his grandson's interest, so he could only choose a safe one to say.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhuanfeng is a pragmatic little elf, being useful is much more important than being pretty, so it is very useful to praise him!

Jia She endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold it back and said, "Brother Zhuo, how about learning how to appreciate ancient fans from your grandfather, and then learn how to draw from your aunt Xichun?"

He felt that the education direction chosen by the emperor was wrong. If he wanted to improve his aesthetic ability, how could it be more accurate than painting and appreciating antique calligraphy and painting?

Jia Zhuo didn't object to these, and he just stayed around, and every time Aunt Xichun saw him, he couldn't escape the fate of being her reference.

At worst, I'll go to bed when the time comes. Aunt Xichun doesn't allow adults to disturb her when she's painting, so she can use it as a reference for her. Aunt Xichun must be very happy, and grandpa won't care about anything else.

As for listening to Jia Shen's explanation of Jinshi antiques, he is still very interested. Jia Zhuo doesn't care if art is not art, but antiques can be exchanged for a lot of money. If you have money, you can eat whatever you want what.

Moreover, Jia Amnesty is not good at serious scientific research, but those who can play with antiques and other things are all people who can learn from the past and the present. In modern times, they are proper university history professors.

When Jia Amnesty explained his treasures, his confidence was very dazzling. Every time he told Jia Zhuo and the others what he received, he was serious, just like telling stories one by one. Zhuo was willing to listen, and the younger generation in the family actually wanted to find time to pester Jia Shen to tell them.

The grandfather and grandson reached a consensus, so they hurried to Jia Cong's small courtyard. Jia Amnesty followed the method Jia Zhuo told him. After sleeping normally, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.