With drunken eyes and hazy eyes, Jia Cong's eyes suddenly became clear as he watched the King of Beijing staggering and being supported away by a group of family members.

It turned out that he was not drunk.

In his previous life, he had an astonishing drinking capacity. Unexpectedly, after time traveling, his drinking capacity was even more astonishing, and he could drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk.

No matter how strong the wine was, it was like water in his belly.

In addition to being able to remember countless novels and jokes, his drinking capacity is probably his golden finger.

Just now he was just pretending to be drunk, and pretending to be very similar, he deceived King Beijing.

Now Jia Cong is standing in Changchun Garden in the cold and windy Changchun Garden, looking at the bright and cold full moon above his head, letting the cold wind hit his face.

Looking up at the full moon hanging in the empty sky, which looked increasingly cold and distant, he felt indescribably lonely and uncomfortable in his heart, and he was also vaguely afraid.

I'm afraid the road ahead will be more difficult, but no matter how difficult it is, he has to go alone.

The Jia Mansion can no longer protect his Zhou Quan, not before and even less so in the future.

What's more, he also made enemies everywhere in Jia's house. Jia Zheng, Wang Xifeng and others hated him to death and wanted to cut him into pieces.

Outside the house, things happened to be in troubled times again, and there were turbulent undercurrents.

Jia's Mansion is no place to stay, he has to throw himself into the undercurrent, or bravely ride the tide, or be torn to pieces by the undercurrent!

His future is just like the night before him, deep, distant, lonely and cold.

Staring at the distant moon, Jia Cong's eyes became sharper.

"Master, it's cold. Look, it's going to get cold again."

Suddenly a timid voice sounded beside him.

It was Bi Luo, that little girl, holding her thin shoulders and shivering in the cold wind. Her beautiful little face was blue from the cold, looking pitiful but touching.

"Alas...he is also a poor little boy..."

Jia Cong sighed secretly, hurriedly agreed in a low voice, lowered his head and walked into the house.

Suddenly, a thin stream of sad music was blown by the cold wind, mixed with faint sounds of crying. In this quiet and cold night, this movement scared people to the point of making their hair stand on end.

I'm afraid it's the people from Ningguo Mansion who are crying again...

It's true that beauty is a disaster, even if you die, you won't be able to calm down, and you won't be reincarnated until you drag Ning Guo Mansion to death...

Jia Cong cursed in his heart, but suddenly he thought about what Qin Keqing had to do with this?

If Jia Zhen had not hooked up with her and asked her and Jia Rong to become a real couple, how could things have gotten to this point?

What's more, even though Qin Keqing died, she didn't ask for such a grand burial...

In the final analysis, it is still Jia Zhen's fault. What's more, Qin Keqing's short life and wrong love are already extremely pitiful. How can he afford such infamy?!

After thinking about this section, Jia Cong's resentment towards the Qin family disappeared immediately, and for a moment he sighed at his hasty life.

"Master... what is this sound... this late at night... this cry sounds so scary..."

The girl Biluo was timid. When she heard the people in Ningguo Mansion wailing in despair, she couldn't help but tremble with fear. She hugged Jia Cong's arm and shouted tremblingly.

"Don't be afraid. The grandma in the house next door has passed away. Don't be afraid..."

Jia Cong hurriedly coaxed in a low voice.

After coaxing her for a long time, the girl was still so frightened that she was trembling and weak. Jia Cong had no choice but to stretch out his arms, hold her in one hand and walk quickly for two steps before placing her on the ground.

As soon as Bi Luo's feet touched the ground, her legs softened and she sat down on the ground. It took a long time to see that she looked better, and then she hurriedly got up, trembling, and with a shy face, she went to help Jia Cong spread the quilt.

Now that the weather is cold, the room is as cold as an ice cellar. The charcoal from the Jia family came late this year, and the room is even colder and makes people shiver.

What time has it been? Many houses have sent charcoal to them, but Jia Cong is the only one who doesn’t have any charcoal here. It seems that this winter, he can’t expect Wang Xifeng to give him any charcoal...

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door loudly outside the yard. The sound seemed to be that of Jia Zheng.

"What the hell, King Beijing has just stepped away and you are chasing after him. You are so shameless..."

Jia Cong cursed inwardly.

"Master, why does it sound like there's someone coming in?"

The little maid had laid out the quilt and when she came out she heard someone calling the door. She hurriedly said it and went out to open the door.

I'm afraid it won't work if I don't open it. The shouting outside is getting louder and clearer.

"Biluo, don't open the door. If he has the strength, call him!"

Jia Cong frowned and ordered. The little girl hurriedly said "Oh" and stood still. She loved and feared Jia Cong and did not dare to disobey him at all.

Not to mention that she was not allowed to open the door, even if Jia Cong immediately told her to kill someone, she would not dare not listen.

Seeing the strange look in the little girl's eyes towards him, Jia Cong couldn't help but take another look at her: the little girl felt even more beautiful against the red candlelight, and he suddenly wanted to hug her.

"It's very cold tonight, and there's not even a charcoal pot in the house. You and I will sleep in the back room tonight. It will be warmer if we sleep together..."

Jia Cong opened his mouth and gave instructions.

"It's...young master..."

When the little girl heard this, her face suddenly turned red, and then turned white. She was unwilling but did not dare to disobey.

Besides, Jia Mu’s intention of calling her here was to be a maid, and she is also turning fourteen this year...

Although she had known for a long time that one day she would accompany Jia Cong, but when she suddenly heard him mention it, Biluo still panicked. She was not only panicked, but also a little scared.

In addition to panic and fear, Bi Luo always felt that deep down in her heart, she seemed to have some longing and some expectations. She really expected Jia Cong to hug her and like her, just like he missed Jin Que every day...

She couldn't explain clearly, she really didn't know whether she liked it or not.

The little girl was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to do. She couldn't help but raise her head and glance at Jia Cong, but she could only see his cold and cold eyes, which were so bright that she seemed to be able to see through her eyes.

Obviously, Jia Cong was uncomfortable with her delay and reluctance. The young master frowned and scolded: "Hurry up, there is not even a charcoal basin in the room, and the bed is as cold as an ice cellar.

Aren't you cold?"

Biluo nodded tremblingly, her eye circles instantly turned red, tears welled up in her eyes at some point, and all the thoughts in her heart turned into a feeling of grievance.

"Hurry up. You're cold alone, and I'm cold alone. It's better to huddle together to keep each other warm."

Jia Cong looked at her and said. Seeing the tears in her eyes, Jia Cong became a little sullen, and his beautiful eyebrows furrowed deeper.

"Oh, okay, I'll just..."

Bi Luo leaned towards the bed in grievance, untied her coat, then shiveringly opened Jia Cong's quilt and tried to get in.

"Huh? Why do you want to get into my bed? Why don't you get another quilt? I won't sleep on the same quilt as you..."

Jia Cong suddenly said, his words full of surprise.

"Ah...what...what did you say..."

Biluo's face turned red for an instant, and then she became sulky, and tears came to her eyes.

Master, you are a bad person!

You are nothing!
Chapter completed!