Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

Seeing the boss came back, the little Pixiu who was still tossing the Sansheng stone changed his mind immediately, and came straight to the boss. Jia Amnesty stretched out his arms and hugged him like a fruit, "Enough playing, let's all go."

Little Pixiu scattered away, but it was unknown where he was going.

Only then did Sanshengshi heave a sigh of relief, seeing Jia She touch it, he couldn't help shaking.

Jia Amnesty didn't use any force, seeing that it was afraid, he smiled and said, "It is said that the three-life stone can reveal the marriage of three lives, you want me to see mine?"

The Sansheng Stone originally had the appearance of a rock without waves and waves, so it's not easy to pretend to be a rock now, so he said in a low voice, "Your destiny is not in this world, and Xiaoxian can't appear."

"Oh?" Before Jia She could ask again, he saw a small grass suddenly growing on the top of the Sansheng Stone, swaying in the wind, it was really cute, and it made people laugh, "Okay, I won't make things difficult for you, this grass will Leave it to you to take care of."

Sanshengshi took a photo towards Linghe, and he pushed a grass for no reason. He was very stupid, and he couldn't pull it off with his hands, so he had to agree.

Jia Amnesty stretched out his hand and flicked the crimson bead grass from side to side, and before she could scream out of her head, she dodged out of the way.

This grass is annoying to death.

Since the wealth in the world is drawn away, there are going to be some financial ruins. Ordinary people just throw away a few ingots of silver. At Ming Su's level, the private treasury is caught on fire. When the fire is extinguished, many treasures have been burned inside. In particular, the few Pixiu newly presented by Nei Zao Si were originally made of coral beeswax and other materials for celebration.

Sanqi was almost scared to death, but before he knelt down to beg for mercy, Ming Su let him go down, "It has nothing to do with you."

Yu Heng was doing a treacherous job, leaned close to Ming Su and said, "The emperor has also seen that the son can live a good life without you, and the whole world is under his applause. It's really not possible, you retire Don't you feel relieved to let him be the emperor?"

"Yuheng." Ming Su gave him a light look, "You don't understand."

"I don't understand, but people like us, not to mention thousands of years, can live for thousands of years. A hundred years here is only a moment, and we can be reunited by then. I know the emperor is heartbroken. , Yaoguang Xuanji has died in the turmoil, and now if Emperor Ziwei is not reset, there will be no newborn Yaoguang Xuanji, Beidou is not here."

The Beidou is called the imperial chariot, and it is transported to the center by the command of the master, and it is temporarily controlled in the four directions. It is built at four o'clock, the five elements are equalized, the festivals are moved, and the various disciplines are fixed. They are all tied to the Big Dipper. The four seasons do not turn, and the cold and heat are uncertain.

After Yuheng finished speaking, his eyes were already red, and he knelt down and saluted, "If this subordinate has guessed correctly, the emperor has already intended to go home, just for the sake of his son, if you are not at ease, this subordinate can stay to assist you son."

"Yuheng, you still have something to hide from me. If it's just that Beidou is absent, you won't be in such a hurry and persuade you many times." Ming Su was playing with a cloth Pixiu just made by a court lady. The horns are also bulging, very cute .

"I..." Yuheng hesitated again and again, "The subordinates did not hide anything from the emperor."

"Really?"

Yuheng seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and sat on the ground with a broken jar, "I am afraid that you have been away from home for a long time, and the heavenly way will not only re-create the Yaoguang Xuanji, but also re-create the Ziwei Emperor Star. People who are obsessed, even if they know they can’t go back to the past, they still want to give it a try, and even want to save those mortals. The handle points to the east, and the world is spring, but now there is no spring, the people are dying, Dijun.”

It would be great if there is no Heavenly Emperor. On weekdays, seeing the Emperor accompanied by Pixiu, everyone drinks for fun and protects the world.

He covered his face, as if crying.

If Jia Amnesty was present, he would definitely say that if Tiandao regenerates one, he will be born again, and even if he regenerates, he will be struck to death by lightning, and it has nothing to do with them.

But Ming Su couldn't do it.

Even though those people believed in the Emperor of Heaven and abandoned him, they are still his people. Why does he always fish for three days and hang the net for two days? Because he still thinks that he is just a sojourner in his heart. seized the throne.

"Let me take a look at what the house looks like."

Although this place is good, it's not home. It's like your father accidentally misunderstood you, beat you, and later compensated and comforted you, and tried every means to beg you to go home.

After all, it is the real father, so it is difficult to sever the relationship.

...

Yuheng's mana was limited, so he borrowed a bronze mirror from the inner room, "There was a calamity of ashes, but fortunately there was no flood, and the grass roots and bark were all eaten up. Some kind-hearted sects will distribute the elixir."

Looking from the mirror, the sky is still so gloomy and black, the lightning and strong wind have dissipated, and the Jinjiang River that runs through Kyushu is still like stagnant water, and mortals in ragged clothes are bowing down on the bank, begging the river god to show mercy and let the river flow again.

Ming Su sighed.

If this continues, mortals will probably die cleanly.

Yuheng looked at him nervously, for fear that he would refuse again. The days he had been with Mingsu were already countless.

Yu Susha, now indifferent and calm, if possible, he doesn't want to separate Pixiu and Dijun.

Ming Su actually made a decision in his heart, but because Jia Amnesty shelved it, he helped Yuheng up with one hand, "We will go back after I settle here."

Saying this is extremely difficult.

Half an hour later, Yan Lingyun was recruited into the palace. Ming Su had already written the edict of the Zen throne, and handed it to Yan Lingyun to read first, "I'm leaving, does uncle think it's okay to be clear?"

Mingjing is gentle by nature, so it's okay to be a conservative master.

Especially Mingjing's feelings for Yan Lingyun, aside from other things, it's okay to protect his uncle.

Yan Lingyun had already taken over many things for him. Thinking about it now, the relationship between the two of them is like that of a Bodhisattva in a temple and the abbot in charge. What are you talking about, and said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect to raise you, and this time."

"Uncle, I have difficulties." Ming Su said, "The people here live and work in peace and contentment, and with you and Gun Gun here, the world will not be in chaos, but there are some places where I can't do it."

Yan Lingyun didn't ask where it was, but said, "You don't have to worry about me, I'm old, I haven't seen anything"

"It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I treated my uncle badly." Ming Su also felt reluctant, "In the past in Linhou's mansion, although they were kind to me, they were always cautious, and I also kept them away until I returned to my uncle. When I met Gun Gun again, I felt that I was alive. I hope that my uncle and I will meet again."

"Since you mentioned it, I can't help but ask, what about Sheer?"

The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are full of flesh. The whole world probably knows how much Jia Amnesty relies on Ming Su. They went to Guangdong and Guangzhou to separate for a few years and knew that they could be together again. What should we do now?

...

Yan Lingyun didn't know the details, but she had read the storybook. The Cowherd and Weaver Girl, Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies were really separated forever. Jia Amnesty might tear down the sky.

"When I settle down there, he will be willing to stay here, and change back to pick him up."

"Oh, wait until his father and I are dead. All right, you can figure it out yourself, but you have to say it yourself."

"I know."

When Jia Amnesty came back from the sky, Jiang Ziyu first grabbed him and watched him up and down, almost annoyed him to death, and then he was looking for clues to catch Mr. Shi Laohou and his brother, which was no easy task.

During the day and night, he patiently flipped through the ledger and said, "Store more wool, the Weaving Institute has found a way to weave wool."

...

The Weaving Institute can also be called Yanmen Weaving, a name Jia She specially chose to contrast with Jiangnan Weaving. The supply of silk in Guangdong and Guangxi is small, but there is a lot of wool in Border Gate. At first, silk was mixed with wool as a tribute. Now It is already possible to weave wool alone for mass production.

The lower-level people still know about the off-season stockpiling of goods in business, but Jiang Ziyu made a special note, "The price of wool has increased by [-]%."

"Let's go up, it's not expensive at all." Jia Amnesty turned a page, "I heard that Jiangnan Weaving also has the idea of ​​wool?"

"Yes, weaving gold is also passed down from the grasslands. They say there is no other way to get wool." Jiang Ziyu is considered a thief, "I asked someone to send some apprentices to follow this batch of wool."

"very good."

Shameless enough, he likes it.

Just as he was talking, the curtain was raised, and Jia Jing personally accompanied a young man who looked like an exiled fairy in. Jiang Ziyu kowtowed and went out without saying a word.

Jia Amnesty didn't realize what his brother was here for, so he propped his chin up and smiled, "You miss me, why are you here at this time?"

Ming Su quickly cut through the mess, and straight to the point, "Go away, I'm going back, I've issued a decree to abdicate to Ming Jing."

Jia Amnesty only thought that he heard it wrong, "Can you say it again?"

"I'm going home with Yuheng."

Mingsu's handkerchief is all ready, it's in the sleeve, ready to be used by this little crying bag.

Who knew that Jia She did not move for a long time after listening, and did not look up at him. Ming Su was about to get closer, but Jia She suddenly moved. Showing the face of Pixiu.

Jia Amnesty stared at Ming Su, but didn't know what to say, his heart was in a mess, and he felt a pain in his heart.

Ming Su patted his head, "It's my fault, I'm sorry for you, it's up to you if you want to cry, make trouble or get angry."

It just sounds worse.

"I wish I could bite you to death and die myself." Jia She's fangs bit his lip, and golden blood dripped on Ming Su's body, "Why are we always separating?"

"This is the last time, I swear." Ming Su raised his head and licked off the blood on his lips, "If you can let go of uncle and aunt, come back with me."

Jia Amnesty must not let it go, and the business of Yanmen Pass has just started, "The people here believe in me, I can't abandon them, you wait for me."

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he was also at fault, so he eased his breath, put on a hippie smile to take advantage of his brother, and said, "The corner of my mouth is bitten, brother, give me a lick?"

Ming Su thought that the separation was imminent, so it was up to him, who knew that this dog would make an inch of it.

When Yuheng received their Dijun, for some reason, he always felt that Dijun looked a little haggard, and his walking was not stable, only because he was too sad.

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Note: 1. Quoted from "Astronomical List"