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

In the afternoon, listen to Yuxuan.

Jia Jue picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

Immediately, a fragrant tea fragrance spread between his mouth and mouth.

His sense of smell and taste is far superior to ordinary people, so he can taste the aroma of this tea, which makes him very enjoyable.

Zhao Jing glanced at him and took a sip of tea, but after drinking it, she frowned slightly, because all she felt was bitterness.

"What's so good about this?" she asked in confusion.

Jia Jue held the teacup and smiled lightly: "It's a state of mind when you taste tea, how can you taste the beauty of it if your heart is not calm?"

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes at him and said angrily, "I'll see how calm you are when Your Majesty asks."

Jia Jue took a sip of tea again and smiled, "It doesn't matter, isn't it because of you? If I mess up the errand, you can help your Majesty with a few words."

Ouch!

Zhao Jing was about to speak when she heard a painful cry.

The two looked at the sound, but saw a figure suddenly fly in at the door, knocked over several tables and chairs, and fell to the ground.

Then, a young man came in surrounded by servants, stepped on the chest of the man on the ground, and sneered at him:

"You stupid donkey, don't even look at your own appearance, Lan Ting Shihui is also a waste like you can go?"

The man on the ground struggled and shouted: "You can go, why can't I go!"

That young master snorted coldly: "What kind of thing can you compare to me? My family is from a scholarly family, and my ancestors have been jinshi for several generations. Although I haven't been named, I'm also a supervisor, and I'm proficient in poetry and songs. But what about you? A vulgar businessman's family, how many words can you recognize? Can you write poetry? If you go to the Lanting Poetry Festival, you will be insulting! And bring the invitation card, or you will feel better today!"

"I bought it for 1000 taels of silver! You want to steal it? Just give up!" The man on the ground sneered coldly, poking his neck.

The boy was furious: "Someone! Hit me!"

The voice fell, and a few servants rushed in outside the door, punching and kicking the man on the ground.

The man was beaten and screamed, but he refused to let go.

Seeing this, Jia Jue shook his head. He stood up and walked to the side of the young master: "This brother, please stop."

That son-in-law looked at Jia Jue up and down, and seeing that he was so handsome, he couldn't help feeling jealous, and said coldly:

"What? Can't you plead for him?"

Jia Jue shook his head: "It's not a plea, but an exhortation."

For this kind of domineering guy, the reason is unreasonable, it can only be more arrogant than him.

"Advice? It's just you? What kind of thing are you? Are you a fanboy who sells PI shares?" The boy laughed, and the people around him laughed together.

Snapped!
But he only laughed a few times, and received a solid slap on his face.

This slap slapped him all the way, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks suddenly swelled up.

"If your mouth is full of feces, next time it won't be as simple as palming your mouth." Zhao Jing looked at the young master and said coldly.

When she heard that this son-in-law made unkind words to Jia Jue, her heart was unnamed, and she moved her hand directly.

"You, you dare to hit me!" The young master was shocked and angry. He pointed at Zhao Jing and shouted angrily, "Hit me! Kill me!"

The little servants under his command immediately rushed towards Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing snorted coldly, tapped her feet, and quickly broke into the middle of the little servants, knocking them all down with just three punches and two kicks.

"You, what do you think, my father is a high-ranking official of the court, if you dare to hurt me, you will be told to walk away!" The elder brother's eyes widened, and he threatened with shock and fear.

Zhao Jing ignored his threats at all, kicked him in the stomach and kicked him out.

The group of little servants followed, and rushed out with a rolling and crawling, holding up the wailing son, Fei also seemed to escape.

"Brother Jing is good at martial arts." Jia Jue smiled at Zhao Jing, "It's a pity that I didn't leave a few for me to practice."

Zhao Jing glanced at him: "You? You are afraid that you will be beaten on the back, right?"

Jia Jue was speechless, she was actually despised by a little eunuch, what a meow, the little master took it out to scare you to death!
Ahem, it's a fist.

"You know this person?" Zhao Jing ignored Jia Jue's resentment, looked at the man on the ground and asked.

Jia Jue looked at the man with a blue nose and a swollen face, and nodded: "If I'm not mistaken, this man is my cousin."

When the man on the ground heard this, he raised his head quickly. After seeing Jia Jue, his eyes lit up:
"It's you! Brother Jue!"

"It's me, Brother Xue, why are you here?" Jia Jue asked him.

This person is Aunt Xue's son, Xue Baochai's brother, and Xue Pan, nicknamed "The Overlord".

Like the son of the Jia family, this Xue Pan is also a playboy, ignorant of skills, eating, drinking, and having fun all day long, fighting cocks, and making trouble everywhere.

Although he is the heir of the Xue family, he is completely unaware of the economic affairs of the family. If it weren't for the fact that there were some old people in the Xue family, and the help of Xue Baochai's mother and daughter, the Xue family would have been defeated by him long ago.

Xue Pan stood up with an embarrassed look on his face, and forced himself to defend himself: "If it weren't for the fact that the bastard was very big, and I was worried about my family, how could I allow him to make troubles!"

It sounds nice, but in fact, he was bullied by others.

He was domineering in Jinling, and even conniving at the slaves who killed people, he could be leveled, but this is the capital, and which family has little background.

Jia Jue smiled lightly without breaking it.

Xue Pan glanced at him and said quickly, "Brother Jue, don't tell your sister about this today."

Although this Xue Pan is known as the "Overlord", he seems to be not afraid of the sky and the earth, but he is still in awe of Xue Baochai.

Jia Jue smiled and said, "What's the matter? I just happened to bump into Big Brother Xue in the teahouse, nothing else."

Xue Pan heard the words and smiled: "Good brother!"

He chatted with Jia Jue a few words, and lost some silver taels to the shopkeeper, and planned to leave.

But as soon as he walked to the door, he turned back and handed Jia Jue an invitation:
"Good brother, you are a scholar, you can go with this poem, and I have to do business at home."

It was the invitation card of the Nalan Pavilion Poetry Society.

He was afraid that he would meet that son again, and at this time, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, so it was really not suitable for him to dangle in front of others.

Jia Jue helped him this time, and he just gave him the invitation, which was a thank you.

After saying that, he left quickly.

Jia Jue looked at the invitation card in her hand, she was a little confused, what kind of poetry meeting?what for?

Seeing this, Zhao Jing snorted softly: "You are so beautiful, this Lanting Poetry Festival is a gathering of talented women in Beijing. It is said that those who can participate in this poetry festival are all talented and beautiful ladies. If you go there , I'm afraid that there will be more confidantes."

Jia Jue looked at him, shook his head and chuckled:
Great vinegar smell.