Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

Not knowing what the two of them were playing, Sanqi almost laughed out loud, and hurriedly bowed down to get ready.

At present, there are no concubines in the harem, but in order to prevent Ming Su from conferring a concubine suddenly, the inner palace will still prepare some clothes and jewelry as required every season.

Super will plan ahead.

According to Jia She and Ming Su's preferences, Sanchi picked several brightly colored and plain ones.

"Which set do you want to see, brother?" Facing those silk and satin, gold, silver and jade wares, Jia She felt that his heart was wider than the sea. wear it.

Ming Su was quite serious, flipped through it for a long time, and picked out the pink one, "Go and comb your hair."

Sanqi held her skirt and kept peeking at Jia She, for fear that Jia She would run away violently. Who knew that Jia She just touched his nose and obediently went in to change clothes. It may be a little short, so please bear with me."

Jia Amnesty tapped him on the head, "Shut up."

In case my brother hears, it's not out of the question to have another pair of dresses made that fit.

Sanqi nodded in embarrassment, carefully tied the belt of his skirt, and put on the white jade pendant.

Recently, it is popular for female family members inside and outside the court to wear ten moon flower skirts. This one is light in color, and each pleat is embroidered with broken branches of peach blossoms.

Such exquisite clothes are not like those worn by court ladies, Jia She said, "You are quite quick, where did you get them?"

Sanqi told the origin, and said without fear of death, "Speaking of which, these things are originally for the enjoyment of your majesty's concubines. Today, if they can be worn by the crown prince once, it can be regarded as finding the right owner."

Jia She looked at him strangely for a while, "Do you want to do laundry again?"

Sanqi shut up and asked him to sit down and comb his hair.

Next, I can't really let the chief executive wash the clothes by himself, just go through the motions, but it's quite embarrassing, and Sanqi doesn't want to go through it again.

"You comb it simpler." Jia She simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

Ming Su heard it from outside, and told Sanqi, "You don't dress up beautifully, but you still have to go to the Clothes Bureau."

He was not a human being at a distance of thirty-seven miles, and thinking that the son had a good temper, he had to pick a soft persimmon and squeeze it, put rouge and lip balm on Jia Shen, half let down his hair, and slightly covered his heroic eyebrows and eyes.

Jia Shen smelled the scent, and couldn't imagine what his face was like now. When Sanqi agreed, he went out without even looking in the mirror, "Brother, take a quick look, after reading it I went to take a shower."

Ming Su glanced at him, and poured half a glass of wine on himself.

"Hey, isn't it so ugly?" Jia She squeezed to the side unhappily and sat down, "You asked me to wear it yourself."

"It's not ugly." Ming Su threw away the wine glass, pinched his chin and looked at him carefully, "It's very good-looking, otherwise you'll be wronged and wronged and pretend to be your father's other daughter. Tall, it's fine to wear women's clothes."

Jia She lowered his eyes, his cheeks were flushed (the rouge was heavy), his rich red lips were slightly pursed, showing a little nervousness.

Ming Su had already met the little black rabbit today, and thought that the little black rabbit was the best of Jia Yan's family, but he didn't think that Jia She was the most beautiful.

The premise is not to talk.

However, Jia She was just a chatterbox, so he said after listening, "Oh, I will be the prince during the day, and I will be your queen at night. What if there is a palace banquet during the Chinese New Year? The prince and his sister have never appeared together. Say Does it sound like a joke?"

"Why is it outrageous?" Ming Su raised his finger up and caressed the side of his face with his fingertips, "There is a difference between men and women, and we don't see each other very often. What do you think?"

Jia Amnesty moved closer, put his hands on his shoulders, and pushed back hard, "I don't think so."

The hurried footsteps were followed by the little eunuch's nervous and shrill voice, "Your Majesty, the Ministry of War is eight hundred miles away... Hurry up."

The rest of the sound was blocked back in the throat.

It is said that His Majesty the Emperor is not good at women, and it is not dark yet, so why is he hugging a beautiful woman to pass the time?

"Fuck!" Jia Amnesty didn't expect someone to break into the hall at this time, and buried his head on Ming Su's body speechlessly.

Ming Su had just been pushed by him so that he could only lie on a reclining half-recumbent, and for a moment had no choice but to accept the military situation in the posture of a faint king, while pinching the itchy flesh on Jia She's waist, he said, "Go down."

Jia Amnesty was in pain and itching, and he turned around to reveal half of his face, and the little eunuch looked straight at him.

Jia She: ...

The most important thing for me today is to tell my own fate.

Fortunately, the little eunuchs were all trained and trained, so they didn't dare to look more, so they went down in a hurry, still wondering, this beauty of His Majesty...how does she look like the son of Rong Guogong.

"Get up, I'm dead again." Ming Su pushed Jia She, Jia She wanted to take advantage of it before, but now he's not in the mood anymore, resentful

Turned over and sat on the side, "You do your work first, I'll change it back."

"Isn't my 1 taels a waste of money?" Ming Su took off the wax paint on the military, "Put it on for a while, and at night, let's go to admire the moon. The moon is fifteen and sixteen round."

Jia Shen often has a kind of "proudness" that breaks the pot, and this time is no exception. Seeing Ming Su's determination, he simply pretends that he is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and lifts the skirt on his leg and rolls it into a ball. I fumbled for a storybook to read, thinking that it seems that the stalk of women's clothing has never been published in their bookstore.

Although I don't make much money, the new story book still needs to be updated.

He turned a few pages of the vixen seducing the little scholar, and heard Ming Su sigh softly, Ming Su said, "Tatar has made a move. Tatar has recuperated for many years, I'm afraid this time it will be menacing."

Tatars are a nation on the grasslands, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they have a feud with China. When it is the most rampant, every winter when it is bitterly cold, Tatars will come to the border to burn, kill and loot.

Jia pardoned his grandfather Jia Yuan because he broke the Tatar seal of Rong Guogong.

The legend of Jia Yuan is still circulating in the border. It is said that in those years the Tatars did not even dare to hear the word Jia.

Jia Amnesty is not completely ignorant of this, and his perspective is different from Ming Su's, "It's not winter yet, are they planning to attack in advance? This year's autumn harvest is good everywhere, and the price of food is not high. Will it be possible?" Is it a slap in the face? It is not impossible for the Tatars to enter the customs in disguise to buy grain."

Ming Su nodded slightly and looked at him.

Jia Amnesty was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Do you have any news about the border?" Ming Su asked, if he had known about such things today, he would not have bullied Jia She to wear women's clothes.

Jia Yuan has been stationed at the border for many years, and his management is self-evident. If there is news about the border, the Ningrong Second Mansion must have their own connections.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia She, who was next to him, leaned over and leaned on his shoulders with a smile, the red on his lips almost wiped his face, "There should be news from uncle, otherwise brother will wear it again." Ladies, I'll tell you."

Ming Su pushed his head away with a slap, "Your family has traveled from south to north, and to important places in the capital, but there is no clear news. If I were the first emperor, I'm afraid I would have doubts about you."

How could Jia Amnesty be frightened by such words, and squeezed over again, pouted and stamped his face with red, "So this is not leaving hostages in His Majesty's hands."

"I really don't care for a hostage like you. If you get paid for it." Ming Su's face was greasy after being kissed by him, "What is this rubbing, wash it off quickly."

Maybe Jia She was really not going well today, so he jumped up to wash his face, and saw the uncle they were talking about, Jia Daihua, came in.

Ming Su gave Jia Daihua preferential treatment, and the subordinates could see that Jia Daihua's matter was urgent, so the eunuchs didn't inform him, and directly led him in.

Jia Daihua saw the tall and slender girl in front of him in a pink dress, she was beautiful and cute, no matter how you look at it...it makes you want to die.

Not to mention Jia Amnesty changed into women's clothing, even if it turned into ashes, Jia Daihua could probably recognize it. Originally, he was worried about the military situation and his face was not very good-looking, but now he is directly possessed by the king of Hades.

"What are you?" Jia Daihua squeezed out three words between his teeth, still smelling of blood, and countless "brilliant" deeds of actors, treacherous and courteous people have already passed through his mind.

A good child, if you want to be gay, it's fine, why is it still a pervert.

"Fuck." Jia Amnesty covered his face, "Uncle, don't think too much, I just lost a bet."

Can't tell the truth, Jia Daihua knows that he cheated, and there is nothing good to end.

Ming Su held the military report and came out to help him out, "I lost the game of chess, just kidding around, uncle, sit down, have you heard about the Tatars?"

His Majesty still has a bit of face, Jia Daihua glared at Jia She, and sat down under Ming Su's command, "I came here just for this matter, the Tatars have a new khan, and the new khan's background is not right. We have to think of ways to gain prestige, one is to fight in a serious manner, I am afraid that the Tatars are not in harmony now, this may not be a big deal. The other is that he wants to get the help of the Heavenly Dynasty, this time it is just a test."

"Uncle, do you know who the new Khan is?" Ming Su turned around, revealing the red lips on the left side of his face.

Colors rolled across Jia Daihua's face, and finally he just said calmly, "Your Majesty, go wash your face too."

What the hell is this? If outsiders see it, the reputation of the two of them may be ruined.

Ming Su knew what he was thinking, smiled and said, "That's Uncle, so he can come in, and others can't peep into Qianyuan Palace."

Jia Daihua: ...Thank you, please let me in next time too, I don't want to see it at all! ! !

He tidied up his mood and shifted the focus from the bereaved nephew to his betrothed son, "I have something to ask Your Majesty, the dog will be eighteen this year, and I want to send him to Juyongguan."

"The frontier might be a big battle. Uncle, is he willing?" Ming Su knew that Jia She and Jia Jing were brothers, but he was not very happy. "If you want to practice, it's better to follow you or go to the Imperial Army."

"Jade can't be cut, it can't be used." Jia Daihua insisted, "I implore Your Majesty for your permission."

The author has something to say: July and a half was rather hasty, I thought of it on the spur of the moment, and I offered half a chicken. The Mid-Autumn Festival was because Gun Gun had collected more than ten thousand, and I was well prepared. I offered Mr. Cao custard mooncakes, rose crisps, and chariots. Lizi, and the milk of Guangming Brick.

It can't be said that three festivals and two lives are so meticulous, so I remembered to give him some offerings

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