"It's Aunt Xue, she went to visit once, and she cried endlessly when she saw Xue Wenlong. I'm afraid that Xue Wenlong won't have a good time inside, and every time he smashes it into it like flowing silver. What's more, his Xue family is already million-rich. Xi'er said, smiled again, looked up and continued:

"It's only his house, and the silver doesn't look like silver."

"That's right." Lin Song smiled and took the tea handed by Xiangling with a red face, drank a cup with a smile, and then said:

"Does my sister want to go?"

The girl also complained about the surname Xue. When I asked her, she said that the old lady missed her, but you also knew the girl. Xi'er smiled again.

Regarding Xue Wenlong's several incidents, the girl did not have a good impression of the Xue family.

"Let people tell my grandmother that my sister is still recuperating."

"Yes." Xi'er smiled and agreed.

Seeing Lin Song's brows furrowed again, Xi'er couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, when I think of Rongguo Mansion, I don't feel very comfortable." Lin Song's smile was a little gloomy, and after a long while, he said in a low voice:

"What is Jia Baoyu, and it deserves to be contaminated with my sister."

“？” Xi'er tilted her head to look at Lin Song, only to hear Lin Song whisper again:

"* Your Jia Baoyu, how far and how far to roll."

“！”

The maids had never heard Lin Song say anything serious, especially this one was still aimed at Jia Baoyu.

Xi'er and the others were even more puzzled.

Doesn't Lin Song like Jia Baoyu the most?

The truth is a little far from what they thought.

Time still flies, day after day.

Baochai's birthday passed when he said it was over, and Lin Song didn't care much.

There was news of guessing lantern riddles in Rongguo's mansion, and the Lin family was still quiet.

Jia Huan wrote a letter to complain, saying that Concubine Jia intended to make things difficult.

He obviously guessed the lantern riddle, but said that he didn't guess correctly, and he didn't get the gift like Yingchun.

And he wrote: "The eldest brother has only eight horns, and the second brother has only two horns." The eldest brother only sits on the bed, and the second brother likes to squat on the room. ”

It's clearly a pillow and a beast's head, and it's easy to understand.

Concubine Jia said that he couldn't write it, and he didn't guess, so he asked people to ask the result. provoked him to be laughed at by everyone.

Lin Song recalled the riddles of Yingchun and others in the original text.

What's the fortune of heaven and people is not endless, and it is rare to have merit without luck. Because the town is chaotic, just because the number of yin and yang is different. And so on.

Just a cursory glance, Jia Huan's eldest brother and second brother are so vulgar.

Lin Song just smiled, wrote a few words of comfort to Jia Huan, and asked people to send the letter to Rongguo Mansion.

After the letter was delivered for a while, Lin Song suddenly looked in the direction of Rongguo Mansion and exclaimed in his heart:

"Jia Huan is very different from Jia Huan in the original text, why is the riddle he wrote still the eldest brother and the second brother?"

Lin Song hurriedly ordered people to collect everyone's riddles.

Jia Baoyu's is still a firecracker that 'looks back at the prime minister and has turned into ashes'.

Spring Festival is still an abacus.

Tanchun is still a kite of 'don't complain about the east wind'. Cherish spring is the sea lantern of 'don't listen to Lingge and listen to Buddhist scriptures'.

Lin Song's brows furrowed.

Jia Yingchun and others are fine.

But Jia Huan has changed with his own eyes.

He is no longer the little frozen cat he used to be, and he no longer describes obscenity. He shouldn't have written riddles like the eldest brother and the second brother anymore, but he still wrote it.

Lin Song finally asked people to chase the letter back, and changed it to an invitation letter, inviting Jia Huan to meet in the teahouse.

Jia Huan asked the little maid to send a letter that night and agreed to the matter.

also asked the little maid to tell Lin Song that Jia Lan and Jia Cong would arrive.

Lin Song responded with a smile.

It's the day.

Lin Song and the others met in the teahouse, and Lin Song and Zhou Li went together.

And Jia Huan also has one more Zhu Yuncheng among the three.

Zhu Yuncheng's clothes are not as good as when he was in the Lin family, but he is more and more energetic.

The New Year's Day has passed.

The matter of King Beijing's recognition of his ancestors and his return to his ancestors was mentioned again.

Zhu Yuncheng is still a man of the hour, Jia Huan takes a fancy to him very much and is inseparable from him.

If Lin Song reminded him to stay away, Jia Huan completely left it behind, and even today he also took Zhu Yuncheng with him.

Seeing this, Lin Song bowed his hand slightly, and sat down with everyone.

Before he sat down, he heard Zhu Yuncheng say to Zhou Li: "Brother Zhou, do you know about King Beijing?" Thanks to the third master's uplift, otherwise the villain would not be today. ”

Jia Huan also smiled and said, "Brother Zhu is still capable and can lead the Chinese people in the city." It's not for nothing that I think you are valued. ”

Zhou Li listened quietly on the side, not saying a word.

Zhu Yuncheng even arched his hand to Lin Song and said, "Brother Lin's talent is even higher than mine. It's a pity that Brother Lin doesn't want to do such things, if Brother Lin is willing, what does it have to do with me now? ”

Zhu Yuncheng meant something.

But he didn't want Lin Song to just laugh, picked up the teacup and scraped the tea leaves, drinking the tea without a good mouth.

Instead, Jia Lan sneered:

"If Uncle Lin participated, King Beijing would have recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, and he could still delay it to this day."

One sentence made Zhu Yuncheng's smile almost collapse.

When Lin Song heard Jia Lan speak, he smiled and said:

"Lan'er lifted me." After speaking, he picked up the teacup and drank it slowly.

Jia Lan didn't speak again, and Jia Cong and Jia Huan also felt that the atmosphere was gradually weird.

Lin Song didn't care about the weird atmosphere.

I don't know how long it took.

Zhu Yuncheng looked at Lin Song's indifferent face, and said in a cold voice that he couldn't bear it:

"Brother Lin, I have always respected you, do you disdain to be with me like this?"

Lin Song still smiled and said nothing.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuncheng put down the teacup violently and said angrily:

"I can see through your face today!" With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

But he didn't want to be in the private room of the teahouse, although there were many people, but no one persuaded him to stay.

Zhu Yuncheng has indeed been a little flattered these days.

Seeing this, he slammed the door and left.

Lin Song and the others didn't care about his stay, and Jia Lan even said:

"It's our little party, and he wants to take the limelight. He also acted as angry, as if we had done something wrong. ”

Jia Huan also smiled a little stiffly.

Fortunately, Lin Song said: "He doesn't need to mention it much. After speaking, he asked Jia Huan with a smile and said:

"I read your letter, and it's easy to guess, but why did you write pillows and beast heads?"

"It's nothing, it's just a random one. Who knew that she actually returned me in public, making me so embarrassed. And I guessed correctly, I specially asked the third sister, and the second sister did guess wrong, but I guessed right! The more Jia Huan spoke, the more excited he became, and his indignant appearance made Lin Song speechless for a while.

He didn't care what he wrote, he only cared about the insults he received.

"Just because I'm not raised by my wife, if I'm like a wife, I'll write whatever I want!"