Jia Cong's day can be described as miserable. From midday, he kept telling stories and jokes to a group of wealthy ladies and ladies in the capital. He told the stories about a dozen times and told a dozen jokes.

As the moon rose and set, everyone still didn't feel satisfied and kept pestering him to do another one.

How come?

He drank several large pots of tea that day, but didn't eat much rice. He had so much urine in his stomach that he felt that his bladder would explode if he moved it even slightly.

Jia Cong was about to cry. As a last resort, he could only beg everyone to let him go and give him a rest, otherwise there was a real possibility of dying on the way.

Everyone saw that his little face turned pale from holding back, and his delicate face was almost ferocious, so they had no choice but to let him go.

The old concubine couldn't bear it, and she also smiled and tried to excuse him: "Everyone, the young master of the Jia family really tried his best today. It's really heartbreaking to see. Why don't we just leave it like this today? It's getting dark outside, and I have a stomachache."

But we are hungry, so let’s eat first. If you are still not satisfied with what you are hearing, how about we invite the young master to come over and talk for a day tomorrow or the day after?”

Everyone heard that the old concubine had begged for mercy, and seeing that Jia Cong was indeed exhausted, they all said: "Okay, since the old concubine has begged for mercy, what else do we have to say. But the story of the young master has not been told yet.

Finished, we must get together again another day to listen to the young master finish!"

After hearing this, Jia Cong hurriedly swore: "Definitely, definitely, even if all the ladies and ladies come to visit our house someday, I will definitely tell you the ending."

After that, Jia Cong gritted his teeth and rushed outside. Shi Xiangyun was right in front of him. He grabbed him and asked, "Good brother, just tell me, what happened next?"

At this time, Jia Cong was so suffocated that he was peeing out drop by drop. He hurriedly shook off Miss Shi and rushed out. He kept shouting: "My dear sister, do you really want to see me suffocate to death?"

Are you happy?!"

When everyone saw his anxious look, they couldn't help laughing until they fell down. No one dared to stop him anymore, so they hurriedly told him to go.

Jia Cong was miserable, and the Prince of Beijing was not much better. The prince also stood for a whole day today, listening to Jia Cong tell stories and jokes. When Jia Cong was begging for mercy in the hall, the prince felt that he had a stomachache from holding it back.

At first, he was so absorbed in listening that he completely forgot about himself. When he heard Jia Qiang begging for mercy inside, he came back to his senses and felt pain in his lower abdomen, so he turned around and ran away.

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Jia Cong finally got rid of a group of wealthy ladies in the hall, and rushed out with his robe in hand. Poor little guy like him, he almost suffocated himself to death with urine!

I saw him running out of the house with his legs crossed and his belly covered, and then rushed to the yard to find a convenient place.

But the courtyard is beautifully decorated with carved beams, painted pillars, rockeries and flowing water, but there is no place for convenience!

Little Jia Cong flew out of the courtyard and searched all over the stunningly beautiful Beijing Prince's Palace, but he couldn't find a public toilet!!!

Jia Cong really wants to know how and where to go for the many maids in this mansion?!

Now he just wants to give the craftsmen who designed and built Beijing Prince's Palace a good spanking! It is true that this mansion can be called a fairyland on earth, but isn't it convenient for the fairy maids?

This thought was just a flash in Jia Cong's mind, but now he really couldn't bear it any longer: several large pots of the most precious tea in his stomach had already begun to riot, scrambling to squeeze it out of his stomach.

.In fact, a small stream of fine tea has already flowed out.

He was so full of cold sweat that he couldn't care less about it at the moment. He picked up a corner of his robe and burrowed into the flowers.

Coincidentally, there was a large bush of peonies not far away. The remaining flowers were not in bloom, but the leaves were growing like crazy, plump and lush.

Jia Cong dove into the flowers, trembling and unbuttoning his buttons, and burst into bursts of joy. The relief that followed was beyond description in the world's words.

This soaking in urine was so groundbreaking that it made Jia Cong so happy that he almost sang a song to express his ambition!

He was enjoying this hard-won comfort when he suddenly heard a rustling sound in the dense flowers in front of him.

Is there someone hidden among the flowers?

Jia Cong suddenly became nervous, his urge to urinate became stronger, and the tea in his stomach surged out like a dam.

The noise became louder and louder.

Jia Cong was panic-stricken, but he really couldn't control the tea that was spurting out at high speed. On the contrary, he became even more violent.

The sound of rustling was heard endlessly, and the flowers in front of me couldn't help but shake slightly. Then, the plump and lush flowers and leaves shook more and more violently.

Jia Cong became more and more frightened, and the good tea that had filled his entire stomach finally started to pour out.

The flowers and leaves trembled more and more violently, the flowers trembled again, and then the branches swayed wildly and a snow-white face suddenly appeared.

Jia Cong was startled, turned the gun and sprayed wildly on the surprised face.

The whole body and face are covered with fine tea...

The man was so surprised that he forgot to dodge for a moment and was sprayed on the face.

Jia Cong's large cup of tea finally drained out. Looking at the beautiful face opposite him that had been poisoned by him, Jia Cong smiled sheepishly, quickly lifted up his pants, turned around and was about to leave.

"stop!"

A clear voice sounded, but there was more or less moisture in the voice.

"Stop? Only a fool stops and waits to be beaten?!"

Jia Cong pretended to be deaf and mute, but before he could run a few steps, he felt someone was pressing down on his shoulder. He struggled several times, but the man's strength was too great, and Jia Cong could not move at all.

As a last resort, the boy could only pretend to smile as if nothing had happened. He turned back to stare at the man and asked with a smile: "Who is this brother? Why did you catch me? Is there something wrong with you?"

When the man saw that Jia Cong had just done something bad and dared to pretend to be innocent, he couldn't help but feel angry and funny. Taking a closer look, he saw that the kid who was firmly under his control had an innocent face and a pair of big watery eyes.

It was full of doubts, as if what happened just now had never happened and was all just a dream.

The man was even more angry. He obviously saw him urinating all over himself with his eyes wide open, but how could he dare to pretend to be so innocent, as if he was the one who was wrong?

Then I heard the boy suddenly asking: "Who are you, brother? Why are you holding on to me and refusing to let go? Brother, do you know where this place is? How dare you act wild here?! Be careful, I will pass it on to Prince Beijing.

I'll make you walk around without food!"

Seeing that this boy obviously did something bad and refused to admit it, and still dared to keep threatening himself, the man couldn't help but become more curious about Jia Cong. He used his hands slightly and threatened in a low voice: "Good boy, you have done something bad and you still dare to quibble? Look at me.

How to manipulate you!"
Chapter completed!