"Hahahaha...oh..."

In Mozhuyuan, a little duck laughed.

The long tail sound can even show the laughter's sourness and pride.

Xiaohong and Chunyan took the four little girls, Mi'er, Juan'er, Xiaozhu and Qiuzhu, and glared at each other.

However, Master Huan San ignored all eyes and attacked and rebounded one by one.

Under the gaze of six girls, he entered the study with a swaying sway.

"Oh, don't you want to go to the high platform and then "slap" the fallen brother Cong'er? Hahaha!"

This unlucky child is indeed annoying. Jia Cong's kind-hearted personality makes him laugh angry.

He glanced at Jia Huan who was smiling and leaning backwards, and Jia Cong said, "You are not in there, what are you doing when you run here?"

Jia Huan stopped laughing and snorted, "I'm here to persuade you to see..."

As he said that, he started to persuade him with great sincerity: "Jia Cong, just listen to me."

Can I still cheat you?

We were both born to my aunt, I was even better than you, and I never saw you trying to climb high branches like you.

Look at you, you are driven back now, how embarrassing!

Nowadays, the stinky women in the family are laughing at you and saying bad things about you, which is so ugly.

When I came here just now, I saw your nanny crying because she was angry..."

At first, Jia Huan was proud and gloating, but afterwards, he was a little depressed.

After all, they are kids, they are not broken to the bottom of the bottom...

Jia Cong was much calmer, and the words outside would not have any impact on him.

However, I always don't like it.

I think the whole Jia family is circulating this now...

He actually doesn't care. He doesn't care about those gossipers in his heart. So what if the dog barks a few times?

But be careful about the people around you, it will be affected.

Not to mention Xiaohong, Chunyan and the others, even the bad boy Jia Huan, I am afraid that he will be a little concerned about him.

After thinking about it, Jia Cong explained: "Brother Huan, you also know that the matter today was told by the former master, not by me.

Furthermore, what I do is not for fame and fortune.

Those outside don’t understand these things, so they gossip and don’t need to be as knowledgeable as them.”

Jia Huan could not understand this cleverness, and looked at Jia Cong for no reason.

Why not for fame and fortune?

Seeing that Jia Cong was obsessed with it, he grabbed the bun on his head and said in annoyance: "Forget it, you don't know the good people's hearts, and I don't care about you anymore."

Anyway, those stinky women make fun of you, not me.

Aren’t you afraid? I’ll teach you how they say you, they say you are wild..."

Before Jia Huan finished speaking, he heard a "pop" sound of falling and smashing from outside.

Then there was a whimpering sound, although it was suppressing, it was obviously unsuppressed.

Jia Cong frowned slightly when he heard the sound, got up and walked to the window, opened the window and saw the girls who had just stopped crying and started crying again...

A teacup was broken on the bluestone slab in the courtyard.

Next to a few ink bamboos, one girl who is about the same age as Xiaohong and Chunyan, but is obviously much more beautiful, is talking to them something.

Obviously, it is learning the "joke" that is circulating in the Jia family.

This girl Jia Cong also knew her, and she was Liu'er's daughter, named Liu Wuer.

They are both old acquaintances with Xiaohong and Chunyan, and have been stubborn in Mozhuyuan.

It is extremely beautiful, soft and delicate, and has a bit of a delicate appearance.

At this moment, tears kept flowing, embroidering a handkerchief to wipe the tears, like pear blossoms carrying rain.

It's okay to have a sad face, but the resentful look in the eyes is really heartbreaking.

but……

In Jia Cong's opinion, she was no more moving than Chunyan's cry that desperately covered her mouth.

Because Wu'er was making trouble for her mother, Chunyan was crying for him.

Seeing that even Xiaohong was so angry that she shook tears, Jia Cong sighed in his heart.

He had always been an outsider before, watching everything around him coldly.

Therefore, we can not be happy with things, not sad with ourselves, and treat it calmly.

But now, there are a few more people around him who care about him, which makes him become a person in the game from then on.

Of course, this is warmth, but it is also responsibility...

Jia Cong was not afraid of such a responsibility, but just wanted to find a way to break the deadlock.

He didn't want the people who care about him to worry and be so sad...

"Jia Cong, did you see it? They must have heard those bad words.

Unexpectedly, you two ugly girls are quite loyal and crying like that.

Tell me, how worried you are. If you went out with me today, wouldn’t you have any trouble?"

Jia Huan kept talking.

Jia Cong looked at Jia Huan speechlessly, knowing that these words were what Aunt Zhao said on weekdays, but he asked him to record them today and learn and sell them.

Just as he was about to say something, a figure hurriedly ran in from outside the gate of Mozhuyuan, panting and said, "Where is Jia Cong... Where is Uncle Cong San?

Hurry up, call Uncle Cong San out.

So many men in front are waiting for him!!"

Looking at the people coming, Xiaohong, Chunyan and others seemed to have forgotten to cry, and they were all stunned.

It was not until the person who came again that they immediately came back to their senses, looked ecstatic, and rushed to the study together.

"Third Master..."

...

Jia Muyuan, Rongqing Hall.

At this time, because it was not a "simultaneous translation", Jia Mu and others only learned that Jia Cong was persuaded to return the letter.

Jia Mu and others didn't say anything, just pretended that they didn't hear it, so that the matter would pass naturally.

Mrs. Xing, who should not speak out the most, angrily scolded Jia Cong in front of his in-laws such as Li, Zhu, and Zhao, and "dreams to climb high branches during the day."

Still unable to relieve his hatred, he talked about Jia Cong's life experience and even showed him all the gifts he gave today.

"Sianhuan'er knows to save money to buy a good birthday gift for the old lady, but he will write a picture."

"I am really surprised by the seeds of filial piety. A single piece of lyrics can be used as a birthday gift?"

"Old Mrs. Baibai treated him like this, and provided food and drink, and asked him to study in Mozhuyuan."

"Who in this world knows politeness can use a calligraphy as a birthday gift?"

Mrs. Jia and Mrs. Wang knew that Mrs. Xing was ignorant and weak, and was greedy for money and only flattered Jia She to protect herself.

It was not surprising that she said these words, but she listened to the credit for treating Jia Cong well on Jia Mu, not on the second wife, and didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

Do you want to make these little tricks?

Just as Mother Jia could not bear the endless noise and wanted to stop it, she saw Liuli bringing in with two little maids, holding something in her hands.

Liuli smiled and said, "Old lady, I sent someone in front to send the birthday gifts of Dasikong, Minister Cao and Li Jijiu."

Taking advantage of Mrs. Xing's time to get out of touch, Jia Mu hurriedly said: "Don't forget to remember the file, so you can return the gift in the future."

Liuli smiled and said, "I can't forget it, Lord Sikong gave me a picture..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in Rongqing Hall became strange.

Everyone's eyes turned to the tall Mrs. Xing.

She said just now, "Who knows etiquette in this world can use a calligraphy as a birthday gift?" But she didn't know that the Grand Sikong of the dynasty knew etiquette but not rituals?

Liuli was not as delicate as the mandarin duck. She didn't feel the atmosphere changed and continued, "Mr. Cao sent a box of fragrant fragrance, and Li Jijiu sent a rare Buddhist scriptures.

Something went wrong before, but Mr. Cong San actually went back to Mozhuyuan.

Unexpectedly, the Grand Sikong and the Grand Master also knew about Cong San Master, and they still knew about it from Lord Yansheng. After seeing Master Bao Er, they wanted to see him again.

Now my son is sending someone to invite him.”
To be continued...