[Red House + Comprehensive] Respect to the water

So in the next half day, Jia Daihua found that he was raised again by all kinds of fault finding, but he was always patient with the emperor, even if he ran a cup of tea six or seven times, he was too cold, too hot, and too strong. All kinds of criticisms that were disliked, still laughed facelessly, which made the emperor more and more depressed.

So where did that stinky boy who caused the emperor a series of heartaches go?

—Where else can I go?After being away for nearly two years, although at first sight I ran to find the Venerable Master carefully, but after that, shouldn't I go home?

Yes, when he got up in the morning, Jia Jing obediently went home after His Royal Highness printed a "good morning kiss" from his past life memory on his forehead.

Although Jia Jingyuan's tail is quite long, it is not a low-level bird like a magpie. I appease Master Careful, and I should go home and have a look.

As soon as Jia Jing left the palace, he found a corner that no one was paying attention to and appeared, heading all the way to Ningguo Mansion.

Just after entering Ningrong Street, well-informed servants from the two mansions stared at him with eyes like "Damn it during the day" and "I haven't woken up yet". I was scared to death, but finally the sun was very good today, and it was already half past July. A young man with sharp eyes and quick hands looked at the clear shadow on the ground, and the expression on his face quickly changed from fear to surprise, and he bowed his head: "Jing Er Grandpa is back! Master and Uncle Fu miss you very much, and Uncle Xiaozhang often talks about you too!"

Seeing this, the other young servants hurriedly bowed down, and quickly reported the news to various places in the mansion. Jia Jingyuan didn't think that he would be sure when he entered Ningrong Street, so he didn't care about the rashness of these boys. , nodded and casually threw a few pearls over, then went straight into the mansion.

Jia Jing used to enter the mansion through the west side door, and only after entering the door did he remember that the present is different from the past, he returned home after a long absence, and went back to his own courtyard without saying hello, so he turned a corner and walked through the main courtyard. Go to Jiafu's courtyard.

But he didn't want to, just walked to the hallway, and saw Jia Fu with ink stains on his clothes and shoes worn backwards!

The two brothers had been separated for two years, and when they reunited at this time, needless to say, Jia Fu, even Jia Jing, seeing his brother's flushed eyes and his usual cold face, couldn't help but bring some warmth.

Jia Fu looked at his younger brother, who had grown taller and stronger, and had a great complexion, and was overjoyed, but for some reason, the corners of his eyes slipped wet, but at this time, there was a burst of noise coming from the verandah. The sound of hurried footsteps was mixed with the immature voice of a child: "Father, father, wait for Zhang'er, Zhang'er is going to meet uncle too!"

Jia Fu hastily wiped off the water marks on his cheeks, turned his head to look at the little boy who was running in a hurry, then turned his head and smiled and said to Jia Jing, "Does Jing'er still remember him?"

Jia Jing looked at this eldest nephew who was obviously more lively, and nodded. The eldest brother really taught well, not as cowardly as before. He looked like running and jumping, and his body was not bad.

Jia Fu nodded: "Isn't it? I learned riding and archery with Cheng Ping'er last year. Don't look at him as a kid, he's still very accurate."

Another useful steward next to him jokingly said, "Master is modest. I want the second master to know that the younger master has the demeanor of your past. He only learned archery on the first day, and he can hit a hundred shots within ten steps."

Jia Jing nodded, Baocheng's family in his previous life also attached great importance to his disciples' martial arts. Although this kid was a bit timid, he was still able to ride and shoot. Now he started from ten steps, so he was naturally very good at accuracy.Thinking of the fate between this child and his own Baocheng, his eyes became more gentle.

On the contrary, Jia Fu looked at the steward very proudly: "How can Zhang'er compare to Jing'er? Jing'er was only able to learn how to ride and shoot back then, and he could hit a hundred shots within fifty paces!"

The steward bowed even more: "This slave is young, and he was not lucky to see the heroic appearance of Second Lord Jing back then, but thinking about it, our uncle Xiaozhang was so good at riding and shooting on his fourth birthday, so he must be worthy of Second Lord Jing's nephew. .”

"That's right! I don't even know whose brother or child it is!" Jia Fu was even more proud. Although his riding shot has only hit two pheasants and one rabbit so far, the rabbit was injured first before being killed. He shoots, but so what?

The best younger brother and the best son belong to his family!

At this time, little Jia Zhang had already come close, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard what his father said so proudly.In the memory of little Jiazhang since he was born, apart from being more joyful and lively about his own birth, this father lived up to his reputation as a young man at other times. Why is he suddenly so...

Little Jiazhang swallowed the complaint that "the old king sells melons, sells melons, sells himself and boasts", and never speaks of his father's faults, even if he slanders him in his heart!

Turning his head again, little Jia Zhang was ashamed to see his uncle's steady and unchanging expression.

No wonder whether it is grandfather or father these years, when they praise themselves, they always have to bring "somewhat like Jinger's appearance" or even "it's a pity that it's not as good as Jinger's back then". It turns out that this uncle is far shorter than his three years old The feeling of the year is much stronger.

This stability alone is far inferior to me who has been in my thirties in two lifetimes.

Sure enough, there is still a long way to go.

Little Jiazhang silently clenched his fist in his heart. In this life, he must work hard to be a capable and filial son.Don't be like in the previous life, where you were first rejected by your biological father and then abandoned by your biological mother. Even your younger brothers and sisters with the same father and mother were gradually alienated, and finally ended up being neglected and died of illness by your slaves!

Thinking of this, little Jiazhang suddenly realized that he was not polite enough at important moments—he was only so surprised and admiring that he forgot to greet his uncle who had just returned from a long journey!

Fortunately, little Jia Zhang has been enjoying Jia's family for more than five years, from his grandfather to his parents. He has become more self-confident. When he was a baby, he couldn't control his body to urinate on him more than once, and he never got annoyed. Instead, he always endured the filth and made sure that the servants cleaned and changed their clothes before leaving...

Therefore, although little Jia Zhang was flustered, he quickly calmed down and saluted Jia Jing steadily, with a calm appearance of advancing and retreating, which was very pleasing.

Jia Jing nodded, fumbled inside his sleeve, and found a small shell that was not as big as little Jia Zhang's palm, but he didn't let the clever boy who stepped forward to pick it up, but put it himself...

On little Jia Zhang's head!

Little Jiazhang blinked and blinked, unable to accept what happened for a while; the servants looked at the little shell that shook slightly with the little master's movements but somehow didn't fall off, and wanted to laugh but couldn't help it. No one dared to laugh, but Jia Fu laughed so hard that the Jia family's unique peach blossom eyes were almost invisible.

Mrs. Chen also got the letter, and rushed out from the inner courtyard in a hurry. Because of the special situation, the rules in Ningguo Mansion were not so strict, so she went all the way to the front yard, and only when she arrived at the Chaoshou corridor, she saw a group of people from a distance. No one spoke while standing, but her husband, who was always as gentle as jade, laughed so hard that he couldn't stand still, and he collapsed on a young man in black clothes.

Mrs. Chen quickened her pace, and when she got closer, she found that the young man in Xuanyi was indeed her uncle. She couldn't help being overjoyed, but before she stepped forward, she saw clearly the reason why her husband was so groggy, and couldn't help covering her mouth lightly. laugh.

I saw a shell slightly bigger than a fist lying on top of the bangs on the head of my eldest son. Its quality is like jade but not jade, its color is like snow but not snow, and it glows in the sun. It looks beautiful.Just taking advantage of the bottom of the bangs, little Jia Zhang's innocent and ignorant peach blossom eyes seem to be full of laughter.

Hearing his mother's laughter, little Jiazhang turned his head and bowed in a similar manner. For some reason, although the little shell on his head was shaking several times, it still didn't fall off. , but the feeling from the top of the head still made little Jia Zhang look straight up the top of his head stupidly, but he couldn't see it, so the peach blossom eyes became more innocent and moist.

Mrs. Chen met Jia Jing with a smile. Seeing that her husband was smiling too much, she was afraid that he would choke, so she went up to help him pat his back to make him feel better. Little Jia Zhang had no choice but to continue standing stupidly, with that little appearance, It's so pitiful and cute.

Jia Jing looked at it for a while, and found it strange that little Jia Zhang really couldn't reach out to remove the small shell by himself.But little Jia Zhang answered it as a matter of course: "It was put up by my uncle, and my uncle had his own reasons. How can Zhang'er make his own decisions?"

"..." Jia Jing was speechless for a while, what self-assertion, isn't that your own brain?Is this child foolish or filial?Could it be that it was like this in the previous life, that's why he died so aggrieved?

After carefully searching the memories that I had deliberately checked after finding out that the child’s soul was wrong, Jia Jing waved away the black line that appeared on the back of his head. The son reprimanded by the slave, saying that it is the greatest blessing that he no longer annoys his father, and that he can accept what the elders give to him, and he should not be extravagant and wasteful?

No wonder the kid was as cowardly as a little quail when he first arrived!

Jia Jing couldn't help but feel guilty because of his sudden childlike innocence. For such a filial nephew, although he thought it was foolish for him to be filial to those elders in his previous life, he softened his heart a bit.

Touching his nose, he stretched out his hand to take off the small shell on the top of little Jia Zhang's head, rubbed his bangs, knelt down, and motioned for the child to stretch out his hand, and put the small shell on the young and pampered child. , but already slightly calloused little hands: "Open it and have a look?"

Little Jia Zhang tried his best to be generous with Jia Jing but still smiled shyly: "Thank you uncle."

Saying so, opened that little shell...

Chen yelled: "It's too precious. Zhang'er is still a child, so he can't afford such a good thing!"

The small shell is beautiful enough on the outside, but when you open it, you find a pearl as big as a pigeon's egg. What's even more rare is that even under such sunlight, it still shines with soft and clear pearls. shine.

But Jia Jing just said: "It is Zhang'er who needs this thing when he is young. It is also bright for reading and practicing calligraphy at night, and it won't be smoky and uncomfortable."

Chen looked at the calluses on little Jia Zhang's hands, but said nothing.

Jia Fu just laughed, he and Jia Jing have never been so polite: "Is there any more Jing'er?"

Jia Jing casually took another one out of his sleeve, but before putting it into Jia Fu's palm, he asked carefully: "You must not read beyond Xu time at night?"

"...my health is much better, really much better." Jia Fu blinked his peachy eyes, and Chen was surprised to find that the innocent and begging look was somewhat similar to Zhang'er, so she couldn't help secretly I can't help laughing.

Jia Jing remained unmoved: "Xu time!"

Jia Fu nodded helplessly: "Okay, it's Xu time."

Little Jiazhang looked at his father who was overjoyed to finally accept the small shell, with a little smile in his eyes, but immediately his uncle turned his head and said to him, "Zhang'er is too."

what?

Little Jia Zhang was immediately dumbfounded, so what about his plan to study hard and grow up?

Jia Jing said indifferently: "The way to relax is the long-term way."

Little Jiazhang looked at his father, looked at his mother, and thought about the praise of the elders for this uncle, and nodded obediently.

It's a big deal to get up earlier in the future.