Seeing the young men in the gorgeous clothes being carried downstairs drunk, Jia Lian felt that he became more and more awake as he drank.

This situation is really bad now.

My reputation in my fear is too loud.

Moreover, I learned from these bad friends that Jia Lian's original owner did not mind very much about this and often made fun of himself.

What kind of public image is this?

But now Jia Lian minds that he is too unmanly.

A cowardly holds a piece of lungs - a cowardly waste!

Jia Lian became more and more heartwarming when he drank alone, and he became more and more angry when he drank. He walked downstairs with anger.

Xing'er was waiting downstairs, and saw that the servants from other mansions were called up one by one, carrying, carrying, and carrying their unconscious masters, leaving the restaurant one by one. But before his master came down, he felt more and more unsure.

He knew that although Jia Lian liked to drink, his alcohol tolerance was very average, and he always ranked first among the top three to be poured down.

But today, who knew what kind of divine power this master exerted? After drinking the rest of the people, he continued to drink upstairs. This is going crazy.

Jia Lian was finally tired of drinking, but he was not drunk yet.

The degree of the top soju that became "sauce" is too low, and it is estimated to be at most thirty degrees. Moreover, the "big cup" here is just a little bigger than the Sanqian cup. This is simply a pediatrician at the table in his previous life.

Jia Lian seemed to be a lonely master Dugu Qiubai, and finally came downstairs carelessly.

Xing'er hurried forward to support her, but was pushed away by Jia Lian: "Which eye did you see me drunk?"

But I heard the restaurant owner with a bitter face muttering softly:

"It's over, all those who can pay the money have drunk. However, the second master Lian didn't drink it, but he was a poor person."

Jia Lian was only five points of drunkenness, and could hear this clearly, thinking: As expected, the second master Lian was famous for his cowardly and deposed. Not only his family and officialdom, but even the owner of the restaurant on the street knew about it.

But Jia Lian is a cunning person. It is better to solve his own problems from the root than to argue for a while. I don’t believe it anymore. I, Jia Lian, will always be so cowardly!

Then he turned his head and said:

"Stop talking nonsense, come to our mansion to get the money tomorrow."

...

When I returned to the mansion, it was already dark.

When the wind blows, Jia Lian feels dizzy, and still needs to be supported by Xing'er - the broken wine is not enough, there is too much mixed liquid, and it is too much.

After entering the corner gate, I walked through a wide street between north and south, and came to a courtyard gate. There were four or five servants from the corner standing at the door.

Jia Lian had a little garlic on his feet, but his heart was shiny.

After a moment of stopping at the door, I thought to myself: This is my future home. Jia Lian, Jia Lian, if you want to be a successful man, you must have a home that a successful man should have so that you can live up to your life.

Turning over the large pink and oil screen wall, there is a large door behind it, and entering a small room. This is the residence of Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng.

Up the steps, a little girl slapped a soft curtain of red flowers. A fragrance came over her face. A large square porcelain bottle with gold-colored flowers and bird patterns on her face was placed towards her.

When I entered the house, I was offering a coral tree more than two feet tall, red as red as blood. The rain passed by the sky and blue Ru kiln porcelain basin, and the green daffodils were raised in a graceful and graceful manner. There were several yellow-hearted and white flowers. Under the south window was a kang, with big red felt strips on the kang, and a lock and brocade backrest and a guide pillow against the east wall, spreading a large golden heart and green satin bed. Next to the gold-patterned kang screen, there was a green jade incense burner on the windowsill. I don’t know what fragrance it was in the clouds when smelled.

There is a large smoke cage of copper-engraved cranes beside the kang, which is covered with charcoal fire, making the house warm.

What a wealthy family who is singing and eating with a bell!

What a gentle and comfortable place for the gods!

Jia Lian couldn't help but stretched his waist and sat on the soft big bed, and immediately didn't want to get up.

Xing'er didn't dare to stay for a long time and said quietly in Jia Lian's ear:

"Second Master, I have to go out. I'm afraid of being seen by my second grandma, and I can live for several more days."

But Jia Lian grabbed it:

"Where are the people in this room?"

The house is rich and warm, but it can't help but be a little deserted.

At this time, except for Jia Lian and Xing'er, there was only a little girl with a curtain standing far away by the door.

Xing'er whispered:

"The old lady has to keep her second wife and Miss Lin for dinner, and the second grandma has to arrange it.

After dinner, the women had to talk, and the second grandmother must accompany her and could not walk away.

After saying enough, I have to settle down with Sister Lin’s residence and serve others. Sooner or later, I may not be able to come back.

If the second master is drunk, he might as well take a break first.”

He turned around and said to the little girl: "Sister Shan, the second master has drunk a lot of wine outside tonight, so you'd better bring your spit."

The little girl agreed, took a silver spit, put it next to Jia Lian, and then avoided it.

After Xing'er went out, Sister Shan said nothing, and served Jia Lian neatly to change her clothes, dipped her hand towel in warm water, wiped her hands and face, served Jia Lian lying down, and then left the house as if she was running away.

In the huge house, only Jia Lian was left.

Listening the sound of the gold and copper bell ringing on the table echoing in the room, Jia Lian understood: everyone was afraid of Wang Xifeng, so they all hid themselves like they were hiding from ghosts.

What's the matter with this! Do you have to face this King of Hell's wife in the future?

Just as I thought of this, Fengyue Baojian, who was placed aside, spoke again:

"This wife of the King of Hell was chosen by the master himself, and it was not a couple who were randomly accused of the couple.

Back then, the master and Wang Xifeng were also childhood sweethearts. They were both young and grew up in the same department.

At that time, they were all brothers and sisters calling each other, and they just said that she was sneering and had a decisive decision. At this time, the master disliked her a big jealous jar?"

Jia Lian was in a worse mood: "I and her little ones are not a fool? They grew up together, and they were brothers and sisters. I didn't even realize that she was a perverted control maniac? I'm blind!"

Fengyue Baojian hesitated for a moment and asked: "Please ask me, what is a perverted control crazy?"

Jia Lian breathed helplessly:

"You don't understand even if you say it, just understand that she is a jealous and jealous person."

The mirror sighed:

"That's true, Wang Xifeng was so jealous.

The month after she entered the door, she chased her master's big girl. Within half a year, she sent her three dowry maids.

Among the four girls, three of them had the same love and love as their master, and it was inevitable that their master was resentful.

Later, she felt that she was not good-looking, so she made Ping'er the housekeeper for the owner, but she was not allowed to approach him, so there were not necessarily one or two times a year. Alas - it's okay for the master, but Miss Ping'er was in vain to take on the false reputation of a concubine, pitiful, pitiful."

"What's wrong with me? She's pitiful, I'm even more pitiful! I was forced to be homosexual by her!" Jia Lian unconsciously combined himself and Jia Lian's original body into one.

Fengyue Baojian disagreed: "Those romantic events may not necessarily bring the fun of true romantic events. The master's life has never started. For example..."

Jia Lian suddenly woke up: "Shut up! You perverted peeping maniac! When you mention "Fengyue", you are so excited that you are like a fly seeing blood." After grabbing a handkerchief, he wrapped the mirror, "Don't make a sound again! I'm annoyed."

The gold and bronze bell rang for a full ten times, and Jia Lian was just bored and churned back and forth on the bed:

It’s already this time, and in this empty house and cold stove, there is only one living person!

When I read books before, I only saw Jia Lian's wealth and glory. Who knew that he had lived such an unlucky virtue?

At home and outside, everyone thinks that he is a coward who is afraid of his wife and has no money or power.

In the original book of "Dream of Red Mansions", Wang Xifeng's judgment was that "all birds come from the end of the world, and they all know that they love to be born in this talent. One after another, two, three people are wood, and the matter of crying toward Jinling is even worse."

Some explanations are "following, ordering, and retiring", which means that in the end Jia Lian wants to divorce his wife.

There is also a saying that "Cong, Leng, Qin", but I don't know what to explain.

Jia Lian is now over and over again, just trying to get rid of Wang Xifeng as soon as possible.

If you can't get through, divorce is good.

After a separation, two people are happy.

Let's get together and part, leaving a way out for each other.

He was a little confused, and suddenly he heard the footsteps in the yard. Seven or eight little girls came out from somewhere, running around in a hurry, saying, "Grandma is coming down."
Chapter completed!