Brother Jiyan, I will drink this cup to the fullest, and if you use tea instead of wine, I respect you!"

Jia Cong hurriedly stood up and raised the tea cup and said: "Let's use tea instead of wine. In a few years, when I grow up, I will return this glass of wine to you!"

The two of them clinked their glasses together and made an agreement.

Brother Qu stroked his palm and said, "It's so refreshing!" Then he smiled and said, "Why don't you also play a song now?"

Jia Cong was a little angry. He thought to himself, I have been pretending to be stupid all the time, and you have been chasing me all the way. Is the emperor’s son so good at ideas? He can’t even turn a corner? I can’t see that I don’t want to play with you.

What? Because I thought about it for a while, I said sincerely: "I don't have the ability to play with words just yet, why don't you give Prince Huo a few more days of grace? I'll go back and think about it slowly."

Huo Sheng and Brother Qu both laughed. Huo Sheng said: "Very, very! How about you send it to me before I leave Beijing?"

Jia Cong nodded heavily: "Okay!"

The second brother Qu immediately opened his eyes after hearing this. He was even happier than Huo Sheng. Huo Sheng hurriedly served a round of food and drinks. They ate and drank for the rest of the day. Seeing that Baoyu was a little tipsy, Jia Cong hurriedly pulled him away.

He said goodbye and went on his way.

The two of them had only been out for a while when Huo Sheng said, "Your Highness is a little more anxious today."

Brother Qu said with a smile: "This boy is very slippery. If you don't force him a little, I'm afraid he won't be able to show his true skills."

On the other side, Jia Cong sent Baoyu back to the house and immediately turned around and headed straight for Feng Ziying's house. Feng Ziying was not at home, so he insisted on waiting and walked around the house anxiously. Feng Ziying had already arrived.

The young man at home saw him and was afraid that he had something important to do, so he quietly went to where Feng Ziying was having a banquet and told him. Feng Ziying missed him a lot and heard that he was so anxious, so she hurried back on horseback.

Jia Cong was anxious at that moment. When he heard someone shouting "Uncle is back" outside, he immediately ran out: "Brother Feng, you are here!"

Feng Ziying didn't even change her clothes. She took off her cloak and asked, "Why are you so anxious?"

Jia Cong quickly took his arm and whispered: "Huo Sheng, the prince of Nan'an, somehow got to know my brother Baoyu. Today he coaxed brother Baoyu to take me out for a drink. There are still some people at the table.

Little brother, I can tell at a glance that he is either a prince or a young prince!"

Feng Ziying was startled: "How do you know you are the prince?"

Jia Cong hummed: "The eyes, a very straight nose and the shape of the face are all very similar to Brother Xian Wang! He is Brother Xian Wang's biological brother, and he probably looks quite similar. Anyway, he is either the son of a saint or a Xian King.

My brother’s son.”

Feng Ziying stayed for half a day: "Is Bao Buqi someone who happens to look similar?"

Jia Cong pouted: "It's not such a coincidence, okay? You happen to recognize Prince Nan'an? Do you believe it's such a coincidence?"

Feng Ziying hurriedly asked: "What did they say?"

Jia Cong told him everything that happened at the table one by one, and then complained: "I have to write poetry! I don't have any poetic talent in the first place! Only brother Baoyu can write poetry! Why don't you let him write?

!" Then he stamped his feet again, "He was the one who caused this matter today. Let him write it for me."

Feng Ziying thought about it for a long time and said with a smile: "No matter how talented you are as a poet, you have to accept others' requests or do well yourself. How big of an idea do you have? No one will laugh at you if you don't write well."

Jia Cong muttered, "It's very embarrassing if it's not well written." Nai stamped his feet again, "I knew these princes wouldn't let me go. I'll go back and discuss with dad and go south to find Uncle Lin."

Feng Ziying hurriedly waved her hands and said: "Even if you want to avoid it, this excuse is really not good."

Jia Cong also thought for a while, curled his lips and said: "I can't think of any good excuses for the moment, that's all. I'll go back and ask my father if he has any ideas. Three cobblers can always stand up to Zhuge Liang." Nai stroked his chest and said with a smile.

, "It feels much better to say it!" Yin left with a smile.
Chapter completed!