The Laughing Usa of the Red Chamber

Sitting in the exquisite carriage, Jia Huan looked apprehensive, but anger remained in his heart.

To accompany my brother to Zhongshun Palace to apologize?This defrauded the original owner who had never done anything in the world, and it was done. Who is King Zhongshun?Later generations directly use this person's name as a taboo to refer to masculinity!Its name is equal to Lord Longyang!

He is the youngest brother of Emperor Gaozu of Jin Dynasty and uncle of Emperor Wudi of Jin Dynasty. He has been honored and favored all his life through two dynasties.

Glancing at the fidgeting Jia Baoyu without trace, Jia Huan gritted his teeth with hatred. He knew that this person looked quite like Aunt Zhao, and she was born charming and coquettish. Come on him.

How dare a mere second son of a fifth-rank official hide the prince's favorite pet, Jia Baoyu?Jia Yushi is almost the same!

He also understood Jia Zheng's intentions, he probably saw his son's beauty, and he was afraid that King Zhongshun would take it away on his own initiative, and he would not be blatant to send a beautiful attendant, just in time to hear Wang's "inadvertently" mentioning his concubine son. The color is not worse than that of Baoyu." So he made up his mind.

Jia Huan snorted coldly, after thinking about the reason, he stopped pretending and sat up straight, his momentum suddenly changed.

There were only him and Jia Baoyu in the car. The 12-year-old boy behaved frivolously and looked like a girl, his eyes gradually flickered because of his indifferent scrutiny.

It seems that he already knew about this.

There is only a guilty conscience, no guilt, it turns out that his brother does not have the serious feelings he speculated.

If you don't enter this palace of Zhongshun, you won't be able to do it.

Jia Huan's eyes were cold, looking at Jia Baoyu, he gradually revealed a sneer.

However, the young boy's eyebrows are raised slightly, his phoenix eyes are slightly bent, his smile is three-pointed, and his body is seven-pointed, he is really a gentleman, as moist as jade.

Jia Baoyu was stunned, and could only murmur, "Brother Huan...Brother Huan..."

Prime Minister Ji has only seen such a person who is so luscious and blind in his life.

The carriage gradually stopped, Jia Baoyu was still in a daze, and was dragged out by Jia Zheng who got off the sedan chair in front, and he shouted at Jia Huan: "Still get out of the car!"

Jia Huan turned around, his face suddenly turned pale, he bit his lip, and only dawdled cowardly.

Jia Zheng reprimanded him a few more times, and finally remembered that the concubine was going to be given away, so he glanced at him in disgust, and lifted him out of the car.

The layout of the palace is extremely exquisite. Although it is warm and cold, greenery can be seen everywhere. Several people waiting in the flower hall even saw a white lotus growing in the pond outside the window.

Lotus is a gentleman among flowers, and there are many plants in Ji's ancestral house. Jia Huan knew that such a pool of spring lotus must have used huge manpower and material resources, which shows the depth of the loyalty and obedience of the prince.

Jia Zheng and his son were equally panicked, sitting startled and waiting anxiously.

Jia Huan took the tea served by the maid carefully, a blush appeared on his pale face, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you, miss", which made the maid chuckle a few times.

Jia Zheng glared at him sternly, and Jia Huan's face turned pale again, as if thinking of something, a layer of water vapor gradually appeared in his eyes, and he held the teacup in a daze again.

Just when Jia Zheng was about to scold Jia Huan again, the red felt curtain at the entrance of the flower hall moved lightly, and a pair of gold silk boots inlaid with black brocade and jade stepped on the ground made of white marble.

The person who came was a young man in his twenties, with a purple jade crown for his hair, and a black boa robe, with a handsome face and cold eyes.

Behind him was a young scribe with a respectful expression. Just by looking at his introverted eyes, one could tell that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

"You..." The young man in black python frowned, "What's the matter?"

Jia Zheng stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "The next official is Jia Zheng, a foreign minister from the Ministry of Industry. His son Jia Baoyu had some misunderstandings with the prince a few days ago and offended the prince. Today he is here to make amends."

As he said that, he gave Jia Baoyu a sharp look, who was still in a daze, "Nizi! Don't come here yet!"

The young man in the python waved his hand, "No need, my king..." Before he finished speaking, he paused, his eyes fell on Jia Huan who was in the corner.

It's because Jia Zheng and Jia Baoyu both bowed their hands, while the boy in blue knelt down shyly.

Jia Huan turned pale and lowered his head.

Jia Zheng said with a smile: "This is the son of a lower official. He has been clever since he was a child. Does the prince want to stay here?"

The mang-robed youth had already heard Jia Zheng's unfinished intentions, what he hated the most in his life was this kind of people who sell their sons for glory, so his expression darkened.

The boy in blue seemed to be too frightened, and finally couldn't help crying.

"Your Highness, this..." The young scribe had been staring at Jia Huan since he entered the door, seeing him anxious now, he couldn't help frowning, and whispered something to the young man in boa robes.

The young man in the boa robe pondered, "Mr. Shen is serious?"

Mr. Shen whispered again, and the young man said to Jia Zheng: "This king will take care of this matter for you, and I will keep this child."

Seeing the joyful faces of Jia Zheng and his son, the young man seemed to think of something, and said again: "My king's title is Yongning, Mr. Jia must remember it well, if he wants someone from the emperor's uncle, he will not be able to give it."

Jia Huan's heart skipped a beat.

Jia Zheng's complexion turned blue and then white, and finally he took Jia Baoyu to salute and left in a hurry.

"The most precious face?" Ji Qian glanced at the limp little thing on the ground, with a rare smile in his tone.

Shen Xiang solemnly said: "Your Highness, Mo Xiao, this son has long and clear eyebrows, beautiful and bright eyes, full of heaven, and inner wealth... From his appearance, he looks like a prince, even... ..." He said, finally couldn't help but leaned closer and looked at it carefully.

Jia Huan's face was shrunken, but his heart was startled, he couldn't help thinking: this body is very different from his previous life, and the person who met him was described in the same way, could it be that this is the heart?

Ji Qian waved his hand, "If you like it, Mister, I'll accept it as a book boy, and it's also the good fortune of this little thing."

Shen Xiang shook her head again and again, hugged Jia Huan, asked her birthday, frowned, calculated a few times, and put Jia Huan on the chair.

Seeing the child sitting timidly, Fang cupped his hands to Ji Qian and said: "Your Highness, I don't know, this child's life is unspeakably precious. Although he was young and suffered many disasters, once he meets the Ming Lord, he is destined to be weighed by the world."

From the corner of his eye, Ji Qian caught a glimpse of the stiff figures of his servants, and said helplessly, "Sir..."

"I don't have anyone else's ears in my palace, so don't worry, my nephew." A male voice came from behind the curtain, and then a young man in purple shirt came in with a languid expression and a loose smile, with his arms around his arms. A pretty little red fox with the same lazy squinting eyes as he.

Jia Huan jumped off the chair in fright, his face was pale, and he tried his best to hide his thin body behind Shen Xiang.

Ji Mingli puffed up his face, and said to Ji Qian: "It turns out that little uncle is so scary... Woo... Fox Fourteen, I only have you..."

The fox flicked his tail in a very human way, and closed his eyes sleepily.

Ji Qian said quickly, "He was going to give it to you."

Knowing what his nephew meant, Ji Mingli curled his lips, "I don't need people to warm my bed. What's more, this little one needs to be raised for a few years if you want to eat it. It's too much work, so I'll give it to you."

The little Jia Huan was so frightened that he burst into tears at last, and sat down on the ground, "Wow... I want my aunt, my aunt... woo..."

Ji Qian stared at the top of the little thing's head, expressionless.

But Ji Mingli snorted at Shen Xiang: "Weighing...the world?"

☆☆☆☆☆.

Jia Huan didn't know who Shen Xiang was, counselors can be divided into conspirators and conspirators, although this person has not been recorded in the annals of history, he is not necessarily inferior to the conspirators who shined brilliantly in "The Rule of the Holy Martial Arts".

Conspiracy, the deeper it hides, the more terrifying it is.

This Mr. Shen lives in the back alley of Yong'an Prince's Mansion, beside a bustling small street, in a rigorous house with four entrances.

Jia Huan was carried back to Shen's mansion by him, he didn't care about being embarrassed, he blinked his long and narrow phoenix eyes, put on a timid and naive look, and whispered: "I... really can't Eat...my, my, my flesh is sour! No! Poisonous!"

As he spoke, he pretended to be ferocious and said, "I'll turn into a ghost...and eat you in one bite!"

Shen Xiang was stunned, he was used to being a loner, so he brought Jia Huan back because he was interested in his future, and wanted to leave a successor for what he had learned all his life.But he forgot, he can't coax an eight or nine-year-old child!

The old housekeeper in the mansion only knew that the young master, who was the oldest and not the youngest, brought back the blood of the Shen family, so he smiled happily, "Young master, I see, it's time for you to start a family too! The young master is still so young, there is no one in this mansion. My mother doesn't look like a babysitter!"

Shen Xiang frowned, just as she was about to say something, the little guy who had been restless in her arms seemed to understand something, suddenly widened her eyes, and said loudly: "I have a mother!"

Shen Xiang looked at the old butler with bright eyes, with a helpless look on his handsome face, and said: "Uncle Bai, it's not what you think, this kid isn't..."

Before he finished speaking, the little guy who had been held in his arms started to tremble, his phoenix eyes were reddish, and he said pitifully, "You don't want me?"

Shen Xiang froze.

The little guy sniffled, "I'm terrified."

For some reason, Shen Xiang's heart softened.

After dismissing the old housekeeper, Shen Xiang squinted his eyes at the little guy sitting on the edge of the bed obediently.

This is his study room, with several collections of classics and history, a mahogany desk, a few antique ornaments, a soft couch and a small bed for lunch breaks.

It's not empty, but the sound insulation is excellent.

Jia Huan lowered his head and put his hands in his sleeves.

"You did it on purpose, why?" Shen Xiang looked directly into his eyes and asked lightly.

The sleeves of the robe were pulled tightly, the little guy was silent, but his face was turning pale.

"Have you been acting since the beginning, or did you just do it on a whim?"

The little guy bit his lip.

"That...was a temporary idea?"

He raised his head, the resentment and unwillingness in his eyes were startling, "Since you found out, why are you asking me?"

Shen Xiang knelt down and looked at him at the same level, "Are you afraid?"

Jia Huan glared at him fiercely.

Shen Xiang stroked his soft but yellowish hair, "Don't be afraid."

The little guy trembled, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't trust people like you!"

Shen Xiang laughed and said, "What kind of people are we...?"

Jia Huan's eyes were covered with mist, and he opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly his eyes widened and he said, "You won't hit me?"

Shen Xiang frowned, "Are you often beaten?"

Jia Huan trembled even more, but forced himself to say coldly: "I... how could I be beaten..."

Shen Xiang sighed, "I originally intended to accept you as an apprentice, but now I have to go along with the flow and recognize a successor."

Jia Huan looked at him in surprise.

Shen Xiang was helpless, "Tomorrow I will post a message to your father, and then buy your aunt and sister."

Jia Huan looked at him even more suspiciously, with deep disbelief in his eyes.

Shen Xiang said softly: "Is it credible?"

The little guy turned his head and covered himself in the quilt.

After a long time, Shen Xiang heard a muffled childish voice with a crying voice, "I will repay you..."

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is just right.

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