Jia She has a red envelope group [Red Mansion]

Jia She, who got up in the middle of the night, was drinking much better than before, but he still didn't wake up.

Just like someone who likes to sing after drinking, or wants to write poetry after drinking, Jia She especially wants to write at this time.

#The third round begins#

Unable to restrain the prehistoric power in his body, Jia She stepped on Qin Mo and groped towards the bed.

With this foot on Qin Mo's stomach, Jia She almost crushed Qin Mo down.

"Hiss." Qin Mo opened his eyes, feeling the urge to kill someone.

Qin Mo got up, Jia She lit the candlesticks in the room at this time, but he still didn't wear any clothes, luckily the room was hot, Jia She was not cold.

Jia Amnesty still looked like a great immortal.

#Wine is not awake#

Qin Mo felt that his head hurt a little, this was the first time he had been tortured for so long.

There is a desk in the guest room, with pen and ink on the desk, but no paper.

You should know that there are very few guests here, and the effect of writing will be affected if the paper is left for a long time, so it will only be put on when there are guests.

Jia Amnesty came so suddenly, of course there was no paper prepared.

Qin Mo was ready, he planned to knock Jia She unconscious again, this time he would never show mercy, he would definitely let him sleep till dawn.

After that, Qin Mo will return to his room and lock Jia She in this room.

It's really unbearable, it's the first time Qin Mo saw someone drinking like this, and...

Qin Mo looked Jia She's whole body up and down, and was illuminated by the candlelight.

The anger that was finally extinguished has a tendency to rise again.

At this moment, Jia She turned around and looked at Qin Mo.

His eyes are much clearer than before falling asleep.

"Are you sober?" Qin Mo said in his heart, he looked at Jia She with a blank expression.

Qin Mo wanted to see how Jia She would deal with the situation of being in charge.

Jia Amnesty looked at Qin Mo for a while, then suddenly saluted Qin Mo.

Is this the rhythm of an apology?

Qin Mo remained expressionless, "Are you sober?" He asked Jia Amnesty coldly.

"Dare to ask this brother." Jia Amnesty said.

Dare to ask this brother? ?

Dare to ask this brother? ?

Qin Mo stared at him for a moment, but Jia She hadn't recognized who Qin Mo was.

"May I ask if this brother has any paper I can borrow from Xiaosheng?" Jia Shewen asked cautiously, looking like a scholar at this time, of course, it would be nice if he put on clothes.

Jia Amnesty has not yet realized that he is fruitful...

Qin Mo frowned, he really didn't know what Jia She was singing.

This one comes out one after another, it is simply overwhelming, without repetition! !

Looking at Qin Mo's lack of response, Jia She was disappointed. He shook his head, "Looks like you don't have any paper." After saying this, Jia She sighed.

Qin Mo stood up, intending to knock Jia She unconscious.

"There is a way!" Jia She's eyes sparkled, and as soon as Qin Mo got behind him, Jia She ran to the desk in a hurry, and Qin Mo was in vain.

At this time, Jia Amnesty looked excited, and he began to study ink by himself.

Jia Amnesty has Yan Zhenqing's red envelope, needless to say his calligraphy skills, the calligraphy competition held by Yidu Academy made everyone admire him.

Qin Mo was naturally also very interested in Jia She's calligraphy.

Seeing that Jia Amnesty was about to write, Qin Mo stopped.

After grinding the ink, Jia Amnesty picked up the pen.

#no paper#

Qin Mo thought that Jia Amnesty would write on the wall. If the handwriting was good, Qin Mo could let him write it. Anyway, Jia Amnesty has already committed suicide like this, so he is not afraid of adding more.

But how could Jia Zuoshi's little expert go the usual way, this is not worthy of the title of Zuoshi's little expert.

I saw that Jia She had finished grinding the ink and began to write on himself!

That's right, Jia Amnesty is writing on himself!

Absolute utilization of resources!

Take your own words with you!

Not convinced!

Not convinced!

Jia She was writing in his hands, and his mouth was not idle. What he wrote was a long poem, and he was reading while writing. The candlelight was on Jia She's body.

Qin Mo at the side froze there.

No matter how you look at this picture...

Jia She wrote all the places he could write on his front body. I have to say that Jia She's calligraphy is really good. This time he wrote it with his right hand, and he didn't hide his strength at all. Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy is really good. It's not blowing.

It's just that if Yan Zhenqing and his old man know that Jia She wrote his own handwriting on himself, I don't know if Yan Zhenqing will come down to the earth to accept Jia She, a master of death.

The long word has not been written yet, but there is no room on the body.

Jia Amnesty was depressed.

Writing a word in the middle is like reading halfway through a book, getting stuck in the middle and not going up or down, it is very uncomfortable.

Jia She thought for a while, then raised his head and looked at Qin Mo.

Jia Amnesty made another big gift to Qin Mo.

This ritual is inexplicable.

"May I ask if you can borrow my son's body?" Jia She asked Qin Mo.

What a serious question.

Qin Mo stared slightly.

Without saying a word, Jia She assumed that Qin Mo agreed.

Jia Amnesty walked towards Qin Mo, still holding a pen in his hand.

Long words were written all over his body.

Every time Jia She took a step, Qin Mo only felt his heart being scratched lightly.

Jia She, who walked up to Qin Mo, paused, raised his head and smiled silly at Qin Mo, "Master, you are so polite..."

Before Jia She could finish his sentence, Qin Mo lifted him up. Just now, Jia She didn't know how many times he was held on his shoulders by Qin Mo.

Jia Amnesty looked dazed and didn't know what was going on, probably because most of the time he was drunk, he didn't resist as much as the previous few times.

The brush fell to the ground and printed a few dots of ink.

"Brother, my brush, my brush." ​​Jia She thought about his brush.

The ink on Jia She's body was not completely dry, and the dry spots were printed on Qin Mo's body. When Qin Mo woke up, he was only wearing a white undershirt.

Jia Amnesty had an intimate contact with the bed again.

Before he could say anything, the curtain of the bed was pulled down.

The door lock has been dropped, and no one knows what happened in the house.

At noon the next day, Jia Amnesty woke up, his whole body was sore and sore, he opened his eyes, "It's not dawn yet."

Because the curtain of the bed is very thick, it is like a dark sky if it is not opened.

The hangover reaction struck, and Jia Shejue felt a severe headache, "Why are you drunk?"

Jia Amnesty rubbed his temples.

drunk?

After reacting for a while, Jia Amnesty sat up abruptly.

He knows his own wine best, really, he is not a human being when he is drunk.

For a moment, Jia Amnesty's face changed, it's over, it's over, won't be caught by Jia Mu and the others!

Jia Amnesty looked annoyed, he looked around and hurriedly opened the bed curtain.

"It's not in Jia's mansion." Looking at the decoration of the room, Jia Amnesty was stunned for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as you don't play drunk crazy in Jia's mansion, everything can be redeemed.

"Why is it a bit cold?" Jia Amnesty said to himself.

In the morning, the charcoal fire in the house has been extinguished, and it is not as warm as at night.

Jia Amnesty lowered his head, his expression changed, "Where's my clothes? What the hell is that?"

I saw that Jia Amnesty's body was written all over, some of which could still be seen clearly, and some of which were already blurred.

"What the hell did I do yesterday..." At this moment, Jia Amnesty broke down a bit.

Drunk people will have fragments, and the memory of drunkenness will be remembered one after another. Jia She's current memory is only when he and Lu Miao are drunk. There was one person, but Jia She still couldn't remember who it was.

Regardless of anything else, Jia Amnesty got dressed first.

"It must be Brother Lu's home, it must be Brother Lu's home." Jia Amnesty thought to himself.

Cautiously walking out the door, Jia She looked around, but there was no one outside the courtyard.

"Where is this?" Jia Amnesty didn't know this place at all.

"Let's go out and talk first." Jia Amnesty thought in his heart, if he was in the Lu residence, he must have lost his lord yesterday, otherwise why would he be so sore all over.

Jia Amnesty walked quietly like a thief, and it was strange to say that there was no one there.

No one stopped Jia Shen until he reached the gate.

Jia Amnesty heaved a sigh of relief, opened the door, and jumped out one step at a time. Looking back, there was no plaque on the door. He was sure that this must not be the Lu family.

No matter what, get away.

Jia Amnesty ran away in no time. Of course, he didn't go back to Jia's mansion first, but went to Bailiju to look for Wuming.

"Return to master, the young master in the guest room has left."

When Jia She went ahead, someone came to report to Qin Mo, and Jia She's every move was monitored.

"En." Qin Mo said kindly.

"Go and boil some hot water." Qin Mo ordered again.

"Yes, master." The servant replied.

"Wait." Qin Mo stopped the slave, "bring over yesterday's underwear." After a pause, "don't wash it," Qin Mo added.

Jia She, who was going out, hired a carriage and hurried to Bailiju. As soon as he entered the door, he asked Wuming to boil some hot water for him, and he wanted to wash off the messy things on his body.

"Okay, young master." The nameless and honest child, he will do whatever Jia Amnesty asks him to do.

The hot water boiled in a short while.

The warm water soon turned black, Jia She gradually relaxed, and the memories of yesterday came back little by little.

I saw that Jia She's face became more and more ugly, and at the end, Jia She stood up directly from the water.

"God, let me die..." Jia Amnesty looked hopeless.

Jia She, the young master of death, can only follow up the memory of the comparison between him and Qin Mo, and he has not thought of the latter part.

I don't know if Jia She, who remembered everything, didn't want to see the sun tomorrow.

At the same time, today is the day to announce the admission of students to Yidu Publishing House, and as expected, Jia Amnesty was admitted.

Jia's mother and Jia Zheng are really confused by mother and child, and Jia She, the protagonist of Jia's mansion, is crying in Bailiju at this time.

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Wuming looked at Jia Amnesty worriedly, "My lord, do you want to invite the doctor?"

Jia Amnesty covered himself in the quilt, "Wu Ming, you can slap me to death..."

nameless? ? ? ?

Let me add one more word here, Qin Mo and Xiao Li are both students of Yidu Publishing House, it seems that the days to come will be quite lively.