"Mom, isn't it too early to go back now? My son originally planned to kill him after he made a name for himself and made a name for himself. We will also go on a night trip with brocade clothes, get a few tall horses, drive a cart with dragons and phoenixes, and take my mother back with a look of aura. Now... if he goes back now, there will definitely be no tall horses. Wang Cheng has a very strong black donkey..."

"Bang!"

Before Jia Huan could finish showing off, he was slapped on the forehead.

"Take your mother's shame! I have my own carriage, so you can ride the black donkey by yourself. You are still in glory and return home, you... Forget it, don't mention these sad things, Brother Huan, although you have left the mansion, the rules you should have must be left out. I will definitely save you morning and evening, but you always have to go back and kowtow on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, right?"

Aunt Zhao said righteously.

Jia Huan frowned and looked at Aunt Zhao, questioning: "Mom, this is not your style! If you are so polite, we can't get here..."

Aunt Zhao blushed when she heard this, and spat at Jia Huan, saying, "Fuck you, don't always say these things that are not there. Since you asked, I won't hide them from you. It's of course the main thing to kowtow and talk about etiquette, but by the way, you can also cry and cry and feel aggrieved. In fact, you don't need to say anything more. Just like your current appearance, you look like a black carbon ball. Who doesn't feel sorry for you? Even if you don't feel sorry for you, you will pity you, and then you may be rewarded with a few taels of silver..."

When Jia Huan heard this, he said laughing and crying: "Mom, I want shame to your son. I have a strong sense of self-esteem! Besides, if this is to be spread, how can my son stay in the world in the future?"

Aunt Zhao sneered: "You still have self-esteem, but are you afraid of spreading it out? When you kicked your uncle's face, why didn't you expect that you couldn't get involved in the world if you spread it out?"

Jia Huan frowned and said, "How did you know about such a confidential matter?"

Aunt Zhao was about to laugh to the sky and said sarcastically: "Confidential? Brother Huan, you are really... I am sorry for my poor words, so I can only describe you as naive and childish."

When Jia Huan heard this, he was shocked: "Mom, you have learned a lot recently, and you even know the innocence and childishness?"

"Bang!"

...

"You have been out for so long, and you always have to go back and report a letter and peace, right? Besides, if you don't want to see others, don't you want to see your father? Even if you don't want to, you have to give me a word for your mother!"

Seeing that Jia Huan insisted on not wanting to return to Rongguo Mansion, Aunt Zhao began to persuade her.

Jia Huan said strangely: "Mom, if you miss my father, then go back and take a look!"

Aunt Zhao was sobbing that she choked and said, "You silly child, think about it, which aunt who was forced out of the house can still enter the door of the house?"

Jia Huan was silent when he heard this, his face looked a little ugly. He was moved: "Mom, I will go home tomorrow morning. What do you have to ask me to bring to my father?"

Aunt Zhao was silent for a moment when she heard this, and then said with a desolate look on her face: "Brother Huan, just ask him if he still remembers Zhao Shuilian by the Gazi River?"

Jia Huan: "..."

...

The Gonghou Street in Xicheng is still a prosperous and prosperous scene.

The flat and clean bluestone road was covered with a thin layer of water vapor under the moisture of morning mist.

The willow trees planted are separated by the two sides of the road. The willow leaves have withered at this moment, and the willow branches are slightly frosty and white.

After crossing the pink and white courtyard walls painted by the Duke and Marquis’ mansion, you can see that the pine and cypress beside the pavilion are still green.

Jia Huanwu shrank and sniffed, breathed, and turned into white mist. His two little hands were put on his sleeves, and combined with the gray-colored gown on his body, he was dressed as a countryside mud-legged.

This is Aunt Zhao's contribution. Jia Huan understood and summarized the spirit of Aunt Zhao's speech last night, which was roughly two o'clock.

First, I would like to tell her about lovesickness to the old man Jia Zheng.

Second, find ways to get more benefits...

Jia Huan felt that for Aunt Zhao, the second point is much more important than the first point!

"San Master, I'm here to the mansion."

Zhao Guoji's muffled voice rang out.

Jia Huan opened the car door, lifted up the curtain, glanced at Zhao Guoji, who looked honest and ignorant, and sighed, and said in an old-fashioned way: "Uncle, can't you be more flexible? Look, my mother feels better about Qian Qi, that bastard."

Zhao Guoji was not annoyed, but instead smiled, grabbed his head, and said, "Brother is much smarter than me, and my second sister has been annoyed by me as a child."

Jia Huan shook his head and said, "I'm not bothering you... Forget it, you won't suffer any loss in the future, so let's do it first. When I go back, I'll send someone to look for me and find an aunt for you. It's time for you. Qian Qi's ugly son is six years old, and you haven't settled down yet!"

When Zhao Guoji heard this, his face turned red and he became a little hesitant, but he didn't refuse, just laughed stupidly.

Seeing this, Jia Huan laughed and then jumped out of the car.

The breathing method that Jiao Da taught him was practiced diligently for the past half month, and with the continuous morning jogging every day, Jia Huan's current body is no longer as hard as when he left the mansion, and even had to get on a carriage.

The carriage was parked at the side door of the Jia Mansion. The side door was not like the main door. It had to do storefront work. There were five or six doors guarding it, and there were only two servants acting as gatekeepers at the side door.

Since ancient times, the concierge has always been the most eye-catching and capable of looking down on others.

Jia Huan originally thought whether someone would be blinded by his eyes and would give him a bad slave to deceive his master.

Fortunately, although the two gray-clothed doors didn't look at him with big eyes, they shouted "Third Master" without any pain, but they didn't dare to stop him from entering.

This disappointed Jia Huan a little...

Dreaming in Pozhai.

Jia Zheng and Jia Huan stared at each other with big eyes, and the couple of Qingke Guards around them all looked strange...

Looking at Jia Huan's outfit, Jia Zheng's eyes twitched and his mouth twitched. After holding it for a while, he couldn't help it anymore, and then he said sternly: "Who do you want to show it to in such a dress?"

Jia Huan was very worried. Of course, he showed it to you, who else can he wear it?

However, he said sadly: "My father, alas, it's hard to say anything! I've disappointed you, I'm doing business... I've lost money!"

"Puff!"

A Qingke husband may not be able to practice home. Facing the vivid expression on Jia Huan's face, he could not help but complain with emotion, and laughed out loud.

Since someone started, others couldn't help but laugh one after another.

Seeing this, Jia Zheng was so angry and funny. He pointed at everyone and calmed the surroundings, then glared at Jia Huan and said, "We're only a little more time. What business have you lost? Also, aren't you going to the farm to practice martial arts? Why are you doing business again? Not doing it... "

Seeing Jia Huan's disgraceful look, Jia Zheng could no longer scold him.

In just a few days, a golden boy who was carved with jade has now become...

Jia Huan shook his head with a weathered face and lowered his head and sighed: "Father, it's not that the child doesn't work hard, it's really... there are too many troublemakers, so it's hard to be guarded! As for why he is doing business, the child has already started practicing martial arts. Although he hasn't developed any name, his appetite has increased greatly. One person can eat as much as five people eat. This is just the beginning. Master Jiao said that if you eat more in the future, you may be able to eat a cow in one meal. So..."

"Okay, you don't need to say anything back. When you leave, come here again. There is still some cost to your father, and you can take it back. But this time I agreed not to do any business. If you can't make a few taels of silver, it will only make people laugh. Also, what do you say to your aunt?"

Jia Zheng finally got to the point. Jia Huan was overjoyed and smiled happily, and said with a stingy look: "Dad, my mother asked me to lead the conversation. Do you still remember Zhao Yuhe by the Daming Lake?"

Jia Zheng was stunned when he heard this and frowned, "Where? Who?"

Seeing that Jia Zheng seemed really unhappy, Jia Huan quickly said seriously: "I remember the bad memory. My mother asked me to ask my father if he still remembers Zhao Shuilian by the Gazi River?"

After the Qingke husband who was standing beside him realized the relationship between the inner city, he couldn't help but laugh and burst out.

Jia Zheng said with a dark face: "Can you even remember your aunt's name?"

Jia Huan defended: "Dad, I just want to be more elegant. I think, water and rain mean the same thing, and lotus and lotus seem to be the same, but it sounds better to call Yuhe than Shuilian. I told this to my aunt, she..."

"What did she say?"

Jia Zheng still said with a dark face.

Jia Huan sighed regretfully and said, "My aunt gave me a slap and said, "I'll stop calling Jia Huan in the future, forget about calling Jia Huan."

"Hahaha!"

...

"Give me a blessing to my ancestors and my wife!"

Jia Huan smiled with a peach blossom face, and greeted Mrs. Jia Mu Shi and Mrs. Wang in a brilliant way.

Jia Mu may not have a good look. She looked at a ball of black coal balls below, but she didn't remember which grandson she was...

Everyone in the hall had different expressions, some were dumbfounded, such as Jia Mu. Some were lucky enough to gloat, such as Wang Xifeng and Mrs. Wang... Some were sympathetic and pitiful, such as Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu, and some were sad, such as Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun and Jia Xichun.

After Yuanyang whispered a few words in Jia Mu's ear, Jia Mu was slightly stunned. Then she looked at Jia Huan again and said suddenly: "So it's Brother Huan, you haven't left the mansion... Why are you like this silhouette?"

Jia Mu suddenly frowned. Although she didn't like Jia Huan very much, she actually didn't like it either. It didn't matter at all. However, Jia Huan was her grandson and Jia Zheng's son, so why did she look like this unlucky?

Seeing that Jia Mu was unhappy, Wang Xifeng, who was standing beside him, suddenly interrupted, "Once you, the third one, went to the farm to practice martial arts. When you see Tian'er's wild outside, how can you not be so bad? But this shows that Brother Huan has indeed worked hard. Although he can't practice anything, he is still good."

When Jia Mu heard this, her expression calmed down and said, "Even if that's the case, but this outfit... Even if you are outside, you are still a descendant of Duke Rong. With the face of the Duke's Mansion, why are you so unattended? Are you already so depressed?"
Chapter completed!