Jia Huan's Counterattack in the Red Chamber

King Bei Jing is a gentle and elegant handsome young man. Today, he is wearing a light blue robe embroidered with green bamboo, which is refreshing and noble. When he sees Jia Baoyu walking towards him, he has a warm smile on his face. Close, yet somewhat formulaic.

Jia Baoyu couldn't see it, but Jia Huan could see it clearly. The Prince of Beijing didn't fancy Jia Baoyu as he imagined, he was just pretending, he didn't even smile, he was polite and not intimate at all.

"My lord, this is my third brother Jia Huan. Take a look, isn't he very cute?"

A young master: ...

cute? ?Lovely your family! !I can't get along with cuteness, okay, pure men can't move at all?

King Beijing Jing looked at the young boy with a paralyzed face in front of him, his lips curled up, and the smile looked quite sincere.

A certain young master looked over, what are you looking at?Haven't seen Pure Man?Laughing hair, does this young master look funny?

A certain young master was still looking at him, his eyes full of accusations.

The corners of King Beijing's mouth became even wider, "Baoyu, your third brother is indeed as you said, very cute, but you are late today, the banquet is open, everyone is waiting for your two brothers Man, no matter what, you have to drink a glass of fine wine."

The prince of Beijing Jing is so gentle and elegant that he pulls people to drink, how could this person have any reason not to drink.

Jia Baoyu picked up the full glass of wine, full of helplessness, but no one stood up to speak for him, and they all looked at him with smiles, looking like they were enjoying the show, and they were really pissed off.

Closing his eyes, he drank it in one gulp, feeling that his throat was going to burn through, so Jia Baoyu hurriedly drank a few mouthfuls of the soup.Oh my god, why is this wine so strong, he has never drunk strong wine here in his life, just put down the glass at this moment, his whole face turned red with a splash.

"Hahaha, he's really a good boy, I'm sorry if I don't tease him a little bit." A guy who looked like an uncle handed him another glass of wine, and put it next to Jia Baoyu's mouth.

Jia Baoyu looked down at the wine glass that was close at hand, dumbfounded, his eyes straightened, that little expression, no matter how you look at it, pleases the public, even if you don't bully.

Prince Bei Jing smiled lightly and said nothing, sitting on the sidelines watching the play, he had no intention of objecting, which made the big guys even more enthusiastic and booed endlessly.

"Baoyu, do you know that there is no reason to fine one cup in the Beijing Palace? No matter what, you will get three cups, so you have to drink if you don't want to drink today, and you have to drink if you want to drink. I forgot to tell you , this is the fine wine that the Prince of Beijing has treasured for several years, it is definitely worthy of your status as a little guy, so drink it!!"

"Yes, let's drink, let your little brother send you back when you're drunk, haha."

A certain little brother has a stinky face, you are the little brother, and your whole family is a little brother.

"No, no, this wine is too strong." Baoyu didn't want to drink it and didn't dare to drink it. He looked cramped and wanted to escape, but he was caught in his arms and started drinking. After drinking a cup, Baoyu's face became more rosy, and his body erratic.

A certain young master didn't intend to show his presence, so he sat quietly and ate and drank soup. Speaking of which, the food in this Beijing Prince's Mansion is not bad, so it's worth a visit.

The Prince of Beijing Jing who has been watching the opera in peace seems to feel a little boring, and he doesn't intend to continue to watch them make trouble, so he simply listens to the opera while eating and drinking. The theater troupe invited today is quite famous. Not to mention being tactful, the smile looks good, and it's pleasing to listen to and look at.

After listening for a while, I found Jia Huan sitting silently in the corner.

Prince Bei Jing frowned, and Jiao walked over with great interest, and unexpectedly found that the little guy didn't have the slightest expression of disappointment, but was very contented, eating the chicken leg while holding the soup, and humming a few words here and there from time to time.

A certain young master naturally played with himself, thinking that no one would pay attention to him as a bastard, and there was no one around to watch him, so he simply did what a bastard should do, eating and drinking, looking pitiful, and eating happily After that, I also learned to sing a sentence or two from Nadanjiao to be complacent.

Waiting for someone to approach, he turned his head and glanced over, and found that this person turned out to be the Prince of Beijing Jing, with a slightly surprised expression on his face, the young master rolled his eyes, gave him a hard look, and then turned back to continue eating and drinking , with the expression of a starved ghost reincarnated.

The little prince of Beijing was stunned, and looked at this young man who was not pretending to him with an inexplicable expression, always feeling that something was wrong!

Naturally, a certain young master would not make him feel that something was wrong, so he turned his head away again, "Does your lord have any orders?"

"Oh, why don't you play with them?"

A certain young master rolled his eyes, "I'm a concubine, who is playing with me? Is there any concubine here." He muttered, turned around and continued to eat, the resentful and angry little eyes were exactly what the prince of Beijing Jing thought.

However, the little prince of Beijing just felt that something was wrong, this little guy shouldn't look like this, but if it wasn't like this, what should he be like?Obviously, his expression at this moment is in line with common sense.

When this topic comes to this point, there is no need to continue. The Prince of Beijing Jing himself is a concubine, and 100% will not consider what kind of situation a concubine's son is in. He is not such a brain-dead, so he walked away without saying anything. up.

If it's someone else, I'm afraid they will back up, but Jia Huan won't. He has seen such unfair things a lot.

The guy who was an eyesore walked away, he still likes to do what he wants, what he wants to do, he eats and drinks enough to look at Baoyu, and finds that Baoyu is sitting next to Prince Jing, with a ruddy complexion and confused eyes, as if sitting I can't sit still.

The big guys have played until now, and they all left with interest. After a while, there were only two brothers from the Jia family and the little prince of Beijing. Jia Baoyu unconsciously stuffed himself with something to eat. Exquisite leather, while Prince Beijing looked at Jia Baoyu with a half-smile.

A young master got up and walked over, "My lord, it's time for us to say goodbye."

He stretched out his hand, ready to snatch Jia Baoyu away.

But the little prince of Beijing smiled warmly at this moment, "It's too late now, what are you going to do, why don't you stay, and see if there is anything that doesn't suit you in the Beijing Palace."

A certain young master complained in his heart, what didn't he like?Are you still going to let Baoyu be your wife?Are you still changing the appearance of the mansion for him?It's not a good person to open your eyes and talk nonsense. If you have any intentions, just say it.

"It's better not to disturb the prince's rest. The prince is busy all day. How dare the second brother and Jia Huan stay to cause trouble for the prince. Besides, everyone in the family loves Baoyu. It is a big deal if he does not return overnight."

"It doesn't matter, the king has already sent someone to Jia's mansion to inform the old lady Jia and the second master Jia. Today, Baoyu lives in the palace. If you want to go back, you can go back." The prince of Beijing looked calm but said coldly. Ruthless, no face at all.

Jia Huan had a thick face and nodded cheerfully, "Since the prince has made arrangements, I will not disturb the rest of the prince, so I will take my leave. Thank you for the hospitality today."

Putting on the etiquette, the young master turned around and left, not caring whether his second elder brother was a sheep or not.Maybe his second brother was still wishing to stay there, and even Mr. Jia Er was wishing that Baoyu would not come home tonight.

It's just that his light bulb is an eyesore here, but it's better to lose face than all kinds of troubles. When this is discovered, Jia Huan will be the first to die miserably. Why did he bother? What about such a speechless thing?

Jia Huan withdrew suddenly and left. This was definitely something that Prince Bei Jing hadn't thought of. He looked into the eyes of Jia Huan's back and put on a little thought.

This young man has always given him a strange feeling.

Hearing that the steward said that Jia Huan had left, Prince Beijing carried Baoyu who was already asleep and walked to his bedroom. He was originally very interested, but now there are no two floors left.

The little prince of Beijing was lying on the bed, rubbing the soft and lovely Baoyu, but what he was thinking about was the boy's every move. From the moment we met, the boy gave him a very strong feeling, so many years of camouflage could be seen in his eyes. The next collapse, counting the days, he himself does not know how many years he has not really laughed.

Afterwards, the little prince of Beijing was surprised to find again that he had paid too much attention to him, and almost glanced at him from time to time, which was simply unbelievable.

Aiming at Baoyu, who is sleeping soundly, he looks like that kid, he is indeed a brother.

That night, nothing happened, and the two fell asleep after washing up.The next day, after being tricked by Jia Huan to tell the truth, he was still quite speechless and shocked, with an expression that looked like he had seen a ghost.

Jia Huan returned to Jia's mansion, and after entering through the corner gate, he put on an expression of displeasure and resentment. No one dared to speak up along the way. Jia Huan returned to his room, and began to listen to Aunt Zhao's muttering sadly. Reprimanded, one bite at a time, how about a gem.

Tired of listening, Jia Huan closed the door and went to sleep on her own, but Aunt Zhao seemed furious, she still stood at the door and yelled, everyone in the yard could hear her voice, it was a bit embarrassing.

Jia Huan was lying on the bed with a blank expression on her face. In this life, many things are not satisfactory. Mrs. Wang is not reconciled to her outstanding performance.

Mrs. Wang was upset, Tanchun was having a hard time, and the old lady was also upset. In the end, it was Aunt Zhao and him who had the hardest time.

But if the performance is worse than Baoyu, Aunt Zhao is not reconciled, and the whole house is full of gossip.So, why is he always the one who gets hurt? As a bastard, why is it so difficult to survive, even more difficult than in the 21st century.

When Aunt Zhao got tired of scolding, she stopped.

In the early morning of the next day, Jia Huan didn't want Aunt Zhao to be caught and scolded, so he simply left the house early and headed home to study. ! !

A certain young man was stunned for a moment, staring at Jia Baoyu's legs with dumbfounded eyes.

Damn, this is definitely not the first time for Jia Baoyu, or the little prince is not very good, so he gave way and let them have fun, but I didn't expect Baoyu to go out today, not late! !

One must know that Jia Baoyu had never been so punctual in the Jia mansion before.

Seeing Jia Huan looking at him, Jia Baoyu ran over and attacked with an elbow. A certain young master stretched out his hand to block, but raised his eyebrows, and his arms changed the arc to grab his wrist.

"Hmm... Second brother, what are you doing?"