Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

To ask Sanqi to tell the truth, there are not many people in the world who are born with all four corners like the son of Duke Rong.

What's more, the son and His Majesty, the biggest backer in the world, why bother to make a fuss outside, so that the two places are always separated. When the son is not in the Qianyuan Hall, these servants dare not even pant loudly, For fear of offending His Majesty.

His Majesty refused to speak out, and according to the relationship between the two, if His Majesty wanted the crown prince to stay, the crown prince would definitely not leave.

Ming Su has been with him for many years, so why doesn't he know what he is thinking with a sad face, and he can understand Sanqi's contented and happy way of thinking.

But Jia Amnesty is no longer the child who was protected by everyone and didn't know what he wanted.

His Majesty's hand unconsciously caressed the Pixiu paperweight beside him. Once he had the first memory, he had been with him since birth, and now it was really uncomfortable to be separated.

Seeing that he was starting to lose his mind, Sanqi silently withdrew.

If she was distracted, Ming Su would definitely not let her love rival go. She just found a reason and asked Concubine Yan to find a marriage for Miss Kong's family.

Since Yan Shenggong was changed from Duke to Feng Shenggong, the Confucius family really had a difficult time. Although the scholars were provoked by Master Shi to have sex and demonstrations, civil and military officials and lords still dare not fight with Kong. family contacts.

Kong Fengnan's wife's family background is not very good, she is just an ordinary Jining scholarly family, although there are several uncles in the family who have served as officials, but they have never served as cabinet ministers, so it is not worth mentioning in the capital.

Since Concubine Yan knew about Ming Song, she didn't take care of her skin very carefully. Small lines began to appear between her originally beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Although she wasn't too old, she began to show a decadent atmosphere.

"I understand what you said. In a few days, my Xuankong family will come to the palace to take a look." Concubine Yan subconsciously pushed the milk cake in front of Ming Su, and then remembered that it was Jia She's favorite, so she couldn't help secretly Sighing, he continued, "I don't think it's appropriate for the Ye family child you mentioned. We all know that he is a good man at such an old age, but if someone from the outside sees it, it's too much to say You are mean and quiet."

In fact, Concubine Yan secretly speculated whether Ye Qinglu had a secret illness or a sexual orientation problem, otherwise why she has not married a wife in her 20s.

If there were people like them in the world, Concubine Yan reckoned that she would not be able to be as noble as she is now.

Ming Su didn't know Ye Qinglu very well, but he didn't like him being too familiar with Jia She, so he said, "Then my aunt also proposed a marriage for him. Seeing that it's New Year's Eve, I made an order earlier to make them all happy."

According to his original plan, Ye Qinglu would not be happy, she might hang herself.

Concubine Yan had something on her mind, so she talked and laughed more than before, but she chatted about some things that she needed to take care of, and then sent Ming Su out.

Ming Su went out two steps, looked back and saw that she was still standing by the door, her expression was gloomy and confused, after thinking about it, she left without saying anything.

There is nothing to say, the promise that Concubine Yan wants, he can't give it now.

The originally bad mood got even worse. Ming Su kept his face sullen for several days, almost frightened Jia Daihua who came to discuss the matter, and thought that something happened to Jia Amnesty.

"Uncle thinks too much, it's good to roll, but I'm in Guancheng for disaster relief, and my people are watching." Ming Su comforted Jia Daihua a few words, seeing that the tea in the pot was exhausted, he was about to get up and call for someone , suddenly the eyes went dark, and the person had already fallen down.

After all, Jia Daihua was frightened, so he quickly copied the person and asked Sanqi to call the imperial doctor.

The Qianyuan Hall and the Imperial Hospital are clean, but there are many people I saw along the way. After all, it was leaked out. His Majesty the Emperor was seriously ill before, and now he is looking for emergency treatment from the Imperial Physician. Great, right?

Many people came to Baolinghou's mansion to inquire about the news. Master Shi entered the palace overnight. The old man thought that Ming Su was faking it again. As a result, Ming Su didn't wake up at all from the afternoon until now, and the imperial physician gave another injection. It was pouring medicine again, but there was no effect at all. At this moment, his face was as golden as paper, and his breath was weak.

"What's going on?" Old Master Shi asked.

Jia Daihua did not give up the bedside position, but shook his head and said, "Your Majesty suddenly passed out."

Lord Hou patted him on the shoulder, "You look scarier than Your Majesty. The judge, come and answer, what's wrong with Your Majesty?"

The court judge felt that he had joined the burial group, and his complexion was even worse than Ming Su's. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "For the time being, I don't know why your Majesty fainted."

"But the lingering poison of childhood is still unclear?" Master Shi Laohou asked him.

The court judged, "Your Majesty regained his sight back then, using the method of fighting poison with poison. It stands to reason that after years of conditioning, there will be no problem, but it is also possible."

The imperial physician who was administering acupuncture to Ming Su saw something, and was so startled that he tilted his hand, abruptly reversed the direction and stuck the silver needle on the back of his hand, "It's not good! Your Majesty is holding your breath!"

The court judge didn't care about Master Shi anymore, he hurriedly pushed Jia Daihua away, grabbed the silver needle, and stabbed Mingsu's big acupoints.

At the same time, Jia She, who was wrangling in King Zuo Xian's tent, got up suddenly and walked out without saying a word. King Zuo Xian felt that he was not being rude, and said behind him, "My lord, what do you mean?"

When the two talked about the exchange rate of cotton and wool, Jia Amnesty left.

"I have something urgent, Lu Er, and I urgently invite Mr. Jiang to come to the Wang court to discuss matters on my behalf." Jia She said, pushing away Zuo Xianwang's subordinates with a palm, and directly snatched the horse. Horse money."

He had already got on his horse and looked down from a high position. The torches were burning around the tent, illuminating his face, just like the wolf king Zuo Xianwang had met in the grassland before. His eyes, brighter than the stars, were scooped out as trophies.

For the time being, Jia Amnesty didn't have the time to care about this wretched thing, so with a flick of the horsewhip, he had already galloped a long way.

Zuo Xianwang's mount has a very temper, and has never been tamed by anyone except its master. Zuo Xianwang has to admit that Jia She has two brushes.

What he doesn't know is that his beloved horse is actually scared, and it's going crazy.

Under the suppression of Pixiu's consciousness, the horse's legs and feet were weak and trembling within a few miles. Jia Amnesty never thought about using it to travel back to the capital.

In winter on the grassland, not only everything is withered, even the moonlight is pale and pitiful, only that little bit of golden light suddenly spreads, the huge Pixiu is more than one foot long, shaking its head unaccustomedly, and flicking its tail He smashed a pit on the ground.

How many years has it been since Jia Shen changed his original body to such a large size? He didn't step firmly on the first few steps and almost fell from mid-air. It took him a long time to scratch his paws before he could feel it. Terrified, he went straight to the capital.

The author has something to say: Love people!I'm coming!Aww, it's finally back to the update.

One foot is three meters three, the same length as my room, I think it can be called huge!