Jia Zheng invited him, but Jia Cong was as frightened as a mouse seeing a cat. He cowered and his bones became a little soft.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. He, Jia Cong, has never been afraid of anyone. Just like his father, who has a bad reputation as a dissolute master, but he dares to face it directly and can make his old man laugh.

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But facing Jia Zheng, even though his second uncle had an excellent reputation, he was very afraid.

Without raising his head, Jia Cong could feel Master Zheng's gaze piercing his body like needles, vicious and cold, more chilling than a poisonous snake's gaze.

Jia Cong has seen a lot of bad guys, but it is rare to see one with such a cold temperament.

Jia Zheng stared at him coldly and said nothing, while Jia Cong lowered his head and said nothing, and the two faced each other silently.

Jia Zheng obviously had the upper hand, Jia Cong was sweating profusely, and soon he was soaked with sweat. He lowered his head and secretly looked at the second uncle sitting on the bed with the corner of his eye:

Obviously, the old man was ready to rest. He was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, and most of the button loops on the front of the chest had been undone. Because of the hot weather, the old man did not cover himself with a quilt, and was only wearing a pair of trousers.

It's thin and thin. There are no socks on the feet, so the smell is naturally not very good.

Jia Cong frowned and quietly took two steps back.

Jia Zheng definitely didn't expect that the smell of his own feet had hit Jia Cong. He was carefully looking at the frail little boy in front of him, about ten years old.

He looked at it very carefully, even looking at every strand of Jia Cong's hair for a long time, his eyes were very complex.

He couldn't predict how this lean boy in front of him would suddenly appear out of nowhere and make the old lady think highly of him.

I heard that the old lady was going to the Prince's Mansion in Beijing tomorrow to meet and chat with some old concubines. She didn't even bring any gems with her, but she chose the boy in front of her to go with her. This was quite unexpected.

Jia Zheng's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, looking at Jia Cong was annoying. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and in no time he came up with dozens of clever ways to deal with this kid:

Did it ruin this boy's reputation or his appearance?

This boy's facial features are actually more delicate than Baoyu's, how is this possible!

Or just cripple him? Or just cruelly kill him, so as not to have long nights and dreams in the future...

Thinking in her heart, Jia Zheng's eyes became colder and colder. The room was silent for a while. Aunt Zhao stretched out her hand to open the bead curtain and wanted to come in, but was frightened by a fierce look from Father Zheng and left.

The bead curtains collided, causing a fine crisp sound that lasted for a long time.

Jia Cong lowered his head and could feel Jia Zheng's unkind gaze. His body was a little stiff and cold.

"Second...Second Uncle...Is it okay for you to summon my nephew? My nephew just came from the old lady's house, and I wanted to say a few words to Brother Huan. My father is still waiting for my nephew to come back. If

There is nothing wrong with my second uncle. My nephew is resigning now. Otherwise, my father will send someone to look for me soon. I am afraid I will be beaten..."

Jia Cong had a clever idea and hurriedly took out Jia She as a shield.

As soon as he heard him mention Jia She, Jia Zheng's eyes became colder and colder, mixed with a little disgust and ridicule.

He was extremely disdainful of this elder brother, but he was not disdainful enough to dare to kill his son casually.

Even if the boy in front of him is a concubine, he is still a son. Moreover, I heard that Jia She just asked Xing Shrew to recognize this boy as his son, and he has already been raised as a legitimate son. He is not much different from Jia Baoyu and Jia Lian.

This makes people even more vigilant.

Jia Zheng looked at Jia Cong with a more complicated look. How could Jia Zheng, who was rich in knowledge and had been fighting in the officialdom for many years, not understand the meaning of his words?

"That's fine. You and Huan'er are good brothers and can play together. Let's go meet him and have a few words. Go home quickly and don't let your father worry about you. It's dark on the road. Look.

If you fall, I'll ask someone to take you back soon."

Jia Zheng suddenly laughed, and his words were so gentle that Jia Cong was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.

He felt as if he was facing a thousand-year-old cobra. One second he was spitting out his core and commenting coldly on you, and then the next second he suddenly laughed and told you: "My dear, go home slowly.

Go ahead, I like you very much..."

Jia Cong was so horrified that he didn't know how to reply. He nodded stiffly, turned around and ran away, almost bumping into the Baibao Pavilion.

A hanging bead curtain flew up and entangled with each other, making a chaotic sound.

Catching a glimpse of Aunt Zhao's caring eyes, Jia Cong nodded in panic, forced a smile, and rushed out the door.

Inside, Jia Zheng sneered silently: "He's just a coward. If you look at it like this, you won't be afraid of him becoming a spirit. There's no need to get rid of him in a hurry. Besides, he's famous now, so we have to wait before taking action."

Jia Zheng was thinking about it in the room, but Aunt Zhao Tingting had already walked in. This woman had served him conscientiously for nearly twenty years, but she didn't look old at all. Jia Zheng looked very satisfied, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help blooming.

He smiled: This is great, it saves so much trouble! He is not like Jia She who acts recklessly, he cherishes his reputation.

When Aunt Zhao caught a glimpse of the smile on Jia Zheng's face, her eyes suddenly lit up and her heart was filled with joy. When she saw her again, Mr. Zheng seemed to be waving to her, and when she walked over dizzy, she felt as if she was in the clouds of a fairyland.

Jia Cong finally rushed out of Aunt Zhao's house, but there was no one on the porch in front of the door. It must have been that the little girls went to wash up and tidy up.

Jia Cong stood in the yard, seeing the dark night and the cold wind blowing from all directions, which made him feel cold all over. He couldn't help but shiver.

When he thought that he no longer had to face Jia Zheng, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and his little heart was beating more comfortably now.

Jia Cong secretly swore that he would never come to this horrible place randomly again.

Looking at the east and west wing rooms again, Jia Cong was full of hesitation, wondering whether he should go to Jia Huan to say a few words. At this moment, Aunt Zhao heard a low exclamation, which frightened him immediately.

One jump.

Could it be that Jia Zheng blamed Aunt Zhao for wanting to protect him, so he wanted to beat her?

Jia Cong's heart suddenly tightened, and he was a little worried about her. He quietly moved a few steps toward the window next to the wall and listened carefully. However, he could only listen for a while, and hurriedly walked away quietly with a red face.

Father Zheng is really getting stronger with age and is as brave as a tiger.

He covered his ears and quietly walked away. Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a soft knock on the door, and a thin and small figure sneaked out. Look at his wretched appearance. Besides Jia Huan, who else could he be?

who?

It can be said that Jia Cong felt a mixture of sadness and joy, and his tears just wanted to fall down because he couldn't stop them.

Brother, my good brother, you don’t know that my brother is risking his life just to say a few words to you!
Chapter completed!