The lanterns of the Prince's Palace in Beijing were brightly lit, and under the bright light there was only the sound of chewing.

King Beijing could not help but smile when he saw the eating faces of the people in the hall through the carved door. This picture of worldly beings chewing, and the picture of a lady from the richest family in the world chewing, although it makes people complain, it is diluted.

The murderous look between his brows disappeared.

Even the most dangerous bloody sword shadow has passed. After a narrow escape, he gained the glory and wealth he has today. Thinking about it at this moment, King Beijing secretly cried out for joy, but he did not feel a thin layer of cold sweat on his back. Night Breeze

It blew by, and it was cold and silent.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile freely, but the smile never appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his brows were full of desolation.

King Beijing quietly turned around and left. Before leaving, his sharp eyes like a falcon did not forget to take another deep look at Jia Cong:

This little dandy in the Jia family is very interesting. I must meet him and have a good chat with him in the future to see what is in his little head.

King Zuo of Beijing thought so.

Jia Cong is pitiful.

He was tired and hungry at the moment. He was chewing with his head down when he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his body, as if he had been stabbed by a sharp dagger out of thin air. Under the pain, Xiao Jia Cong suddenly raised his head and saw Diaohua opposite him.

There seemed to be a vague shadow of someone moving outside the door. When he looked carefully, he could only see the exquisite and unusual hollow carvings. The rosewood was dark purple, almost black, and shimmered under the dim candlelight.

Just at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, carrying a strong fragrance of flowers straight into his nose. Jia Cong couldn't help but shuddered, and secretly regretted in his heart: Is he too proud today? I'm afraid he will be stared at.

Up.

As for who is secretly eyeing him, is there any need to think about it?

The more Jia Cong thought about it, the more irritated he became, but at this moment he really had no countermeasures, so he thought to himself: I can't help it anyway, just do whatever you want, just because of the friendship between the Jia family and the Prince of Beijing, then Beijing

I'm afraid the king won't do anything to him.

After such self-comfort, Jia Cong began to chew with his head down again. While chewing, he praised: It is indeed the food of the Prince of Beijing. It is really fragrant and makes people want to eat it with their tongues...

Everyone enjoyed this meal heartily.

It didn't take long for the meal to be finished.

The maids hurriedly brought water to serve the ladies, and Jia Cong washed his hands, rinsed his mouth, and brewed a cup of good tea. The tea had a light fragrance and endless aftertaste. I don't know what rare quality it was.

Tea.

Everyone sat for a while and looked up to see that the night was getting dark outside the hall, and then they all said their goodbyes and left. The old lady couldn't stay any longer, so she just smiled and said: "You can go as long as you want. I can't keep you, old lady."

There's just one thing I need to tell you all first: I'm afraid I'll ask this young master from the Jia family to tell a story tomorrow. If you like to hear it, come; if you don't like it, then don't come."

Everyone was delighted when they heard this: "Old concubine, do you really mean what you said? If that's true, I'll be knifed tomorrow."

The old concubine was even more delighted when she heard this, and said with a smile: "Whether it's true or not doesn't depend on me, it just depends on whether the young master is willing to do it. I will always post a message to invite people tomorrow."

When everyone heard that he was busy, they all looked at Jia Cong. They all smiled, half asking, and half "coercing": "Young Master Jia Cong, can you hear me? The old lady will post a message tomorrow to invite you! Do you want it?

You know, there are not many people in the world today who are worthy of the old concubine’s invitation. Will you come, young master?”

When Jia Cong heard this, he complained secretly: Isn't this a blatant use of power to bully others? No matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he had to put on a look of gratitude on his face, and hurriedly saluted the old lady and said: "Young man, He De

How can you dare to ask this old man to post a message? Don’t worry, old man, I will definitely come to your house to visit you tomorrow, rain or shine. Just don’t think I’m too talkative!”

The old lady smiled after hearing this and said: "What I like is that you are talkative. The little guy is good, I like it very much. I have worked hard for you today, and I will send you a post tomorrow anyway. Please do whatever you want, young master."

How about we come over and get together."

What the old concubine said was a bit serious. Jia Cong could only kneel down and kowtow, and said with great emotion: "The old concubine favored the boy so much that he burst into tears of gratitude. Even if he is broken into pieces, he can't repay the old concubine's appreciation...

"

The old concubine of Beijing Palace was even more satisfied with him being so numb. She hurriedly asked the maid to help Jia Cong up and comforted him for a while before giving up.

Everyone nearby was eager that the two of them had finished "sympathizing with each other" and they all got up to leave. Suddenly, the noise in the Beijing Palace suddenly started, including farewells, laughter, slaves calling for maids, horses neighing, wheels, doors opening and closing...

...connected together and tore this empty night into pieces.

Everyone else was fine, but Jia Cong was even busier than the others: he had to take care of Jia Mu and Shi Xiangyun, find the little girl Jin Que, and also be busy moving the box of greeting gifts he got today... He

Although this day was hard, it was also very rewarding and the trip was not in vain.

When he finally sat on the carriage, sweating profusely, and the carriage started to move, Jia Cong couldn't help but opened a huge wooden box in front of him for everyone to see.

Shi Xiangyun already knew it when she arrived. Secondly, she didn't care about it. She only smiled slightly when she saw the big box full of golden things.

Jinque and Cuilu were immediately so surprised that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear: they saw the lid of the box opened wide, and under the light, a box full of golden things, in different shapes, but all of them were dazzling.

It is made of the finest gold.

Jin Que couldn't help but asked: "Master, what is this? Where did you get such good things?"

Jia Cong was very proud when he heard this. He raised his head and smiled and said: "Where did it come from? Firstly, it's not stealing, and secondly, it's not robbing. This is what I earned from your young master!"

Jinque had never dreamed of so many good things, and immediately shook his head in disbelief: "Master, please stop coaxing me. No matter what your ability, you can't earn so many good things. Tell me the truth. These are

Where did this thing come from?”

Seeing that this little girl didn't believe him, Jia Cong was about to speak, but Shi Xiangyun had already smiled and said: "Sister Jinque, I'm afraid you don't know how powerful your young master is. What is such a small thing? Your young master is so powerful.

Well, I also won a lot of good things, which are much more valuable than this!"

Jin Que wanted to not believe it after hearing this, but since Shi Xiangyun said it himself, she had to believe it.

Jia Cong was even more complacent here and blurted out: "Good Jinque, you really don't know how capable your young master is. Just follow me and wait for a good life in the future. How about I advise you to marry me?"

Jinque never thought that he could say this in front of people, so he immediately blushed with embarrassment, lowered his head and remained silent.
Chapter completed!