The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

"Your Highness is joking." Xia Lan chuckled lightly upon hearing this.

Jia Jue glanced at her, and said lightly: "Miss Xia, this king is not joking, you must have an indissoluble bond with the sea, right?"

"How do you know?" Xia Lan asked him.

Jia Jue pointed to her nose: "Young lady doesn't know something, but my king's nose is unique and extremely sensitive. The girl's body is full of the smell of sea water, and this king will not miss it."

Xia Lan was silent for a while, then nodded slowly: "Your Highness said that before the age of ten, civilian girls grew up by the sea."

Jia Jue smiled and said, "I see."

"It's surprising that His Highness has such supernatural powers." Xia Lan said to Jia Jue.

Jia Jue smiled faintly, and stood up: "Young lady's culinary skills have been seen by me, now it's time to get down to business."

"Your Highness?" Xia Lan looked at him blankly.

Jia Jue came to her and looked at her condescendingly: "Of course I put you in the room."

"Your Highness, the girls haven't drafted yet." Xia Lan said softly.

Jia Jue lifted her tender chin, looked straight into her eyes, and smiled:

"The so-called draft girl will eventually become my wife and concubine. How is it different from the draft girl if this king accepts you directly?"

Xia Lan took a deep look at Jia Jue, and then said in a low voice, "If so, I hope His Highness will take pity on you."

Jia Jue looked at her, picked her up, walked into the inner room, and put her on the bed.

"Miss Xia, if you want to regret it, it's still too late." Jia Jue pressed her down and said, looking into her beautiful eyes.

Xia Lan shook her head slowly: "Being able to marry His Highness is a blessing for a girl. It's too late for a girl to be happy, so how can she go back on her word?"

Jia Jue approached her and whispered in her ear:
"Really? Do you really want to marry this king in your heart?"

Xia Lan responded softly: "Yes. Minnies have admired His Highness's talent for a long time, and they have long been thinking of His Highness in their hearts, and have already vowed that they will not marry unless they are His Highness in this life."

"Admiring me, would you not marry me?" Jia Jue couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"Your Highness, every word spoken by a girl comes from the bottom of my heart." Xia Lan explained to Jia Jue.

Jia Jue raised his head and looked at her deeply.

Xia Lan also looked at him steadfastly.

After a while, Jia Jue suddenly stood up straight, and said lightly to her:
"Miss Xia, I think what you said is right, you should go to the draft girl."

Xia Lan frowned slightly: "Why does Your Highness go back on what he said?"

Jia Jue shook his head: "It's not that you're going back on your word, I just feel that doing this is disrespectful to you."

"Respect?" Xia Lan didn't seem to expect Jia Jue to say that, and she didn't know how to respond for a while.

Jia Jue nodded slightly: "That's right, Xiu Nu has a legitimate background. If I accept you like this, it will be considered a dishonorable name. In the future, I am afraid that some people will make irresponsible remarks, which will be detrimental to your reputation." .”

Xia Lan nodded slowly when she heard the words: "Since His Highness intends to do so, His Highness will decide everything for the daughters of the people."

Jia Jue nodded, called for a sedan chair, and carried Xia Lan into the palace again.

Not long after she left, a beautiful voice sounded from behind Jia Jue:

"It's not your style not to eat the meat that reaches your mouth."

Jia Jue smiled slightly when he heard the words, stretched out his arms to embrace the man, and said softly:
"What I want to eat most is your delicious fat meat, sister Hongyu."

The person who spoke was naturally Hongyu, she gave Jia Jue a white look, and said angrily:

"What fat! Where am I getting fat?"

Jia Jue laughed, and looked down from her face.

"Little bastard! What are you peeking at? Close your eyes!" Hongyu stretched out her tender little hand and pushed his face.

Jia Jue smiled, reached out to hold her little hand, and said softly:

"If it wasn't her, but you, how could I let you go?"

"Go! Talk nonsense!" Hongyu spat at him with shame and joy, "Quickly, why don't you move her?"

Jia Jue sighed slightly, and whispered: "She looks glamorous and beautiful, but in fact, she is just a walking dead."

"What?" Hongyu was taken aback, her beautiful face was full of astonishment, "How is this possible? Her pulse, qi and blood are all normal."

She was skilled in martial arts, so she could tell that Xia Lan's physical condition was fine, and she didn't look like a dead person.

Jia Jue shook her head: "You misunderstood. When I said she was a walking dead, I didn't mean that she was not a living person, but that she was just a marionette, just like a puppet."

Hongyu's beautiful eyes narrowed: "You mean, this Xia Lan was raised by someone?"

Jia Jue nodded: "Judging from the current situation, it should be so."

"How can you see that?" Hongyu asked hastily.

"When I talked with her, I found that no matter whether she was happy, angry, sad, or surprised, although she had an expression on her face, it was not from the heart. Although she kept saying that she admired me and said that I would not marry, But I don't feel that she has any affection for me." Jia Jue explained.

His series of conversations and actions just now were just probing.

And the feedback from the system was to let him clearly see that all the expressions on this Xia Lan were just a disguise, and she didn't have any mood swings at all. Even if he wanted to take her into the house, her heart would still be calm.

To use a very clichéd description: This person's sword is cold, and his heart is also cold.

This made him understand that this Xia Lan must have been deliberately trained by some people, and there might be some special plans for participating in the talent show.

"Here, what shall we do?" Hongyu asked with a frown.

"It doesn't matter, I just don't know, just wait and see what happens. The person behind the scenes must have a plan." Jia Jue laughed.

Before, he always had a feeling of unreliability, but now that he found out the problem, he felt more at ease.

From now on, as long as you stare at Xia Lan, you will know what they are going to do.

Hongyu nodded slightly, glanced at him, and sighed slightly: "In the future, maybe you will be very tired, I'm afraid you won't even be able to trust the person next to your pillow."

Since Xia Lan can participate in the draft, so can other people with ulterior motives.

Once Jia Jue fails to find these people, he will be in danger and may be murdered by the closest people every day.

Jia Jue glanced at her, and also sighed: "That's right, thinking about it now, it's really a headache."

Hongyu looked at him pitifully.

Seeing this, Jia Jue suddenly laughed. He leaned into Hongyu's ear and said softly:

"If you hadn't come to be my pillow person, you wouldn't have these troubles."

"It's a beautiful idea." Hongyu rolled his eyes at him and said coquettishly.

Jia Jue winked at her when she heard the words: "When the time comes, I can't help you."