After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

Among the staff, there are those who are as proud of their talents as Mr. Xun, and naturally there are also those who know the current affairs with their eyes.

Seeing the third prince's face getting more and more gloomy, but Mr. Xun's eyelids drooping, as if he didn't see it, the atmosphere became stiff for a while, and someone immediately said to smooth things over: "Then according to Mr. Xun's opinion, how did the prince behave like this?" What's going on?"

The third prince also eased his expression, bowed his hands to Mr. Xun and saluted: "That's right, sir, please clarify."

So bendable and stretchable, but also somewhat heroic.

Just at this time, Mr. Xun's pot of cigarettes was also exhausted, and while knocking the ashes on the mahogany table, he said slowly: "Third Master, just think about it, who will win this matter in the end?" benefit the most?"

"Do you even need to think about it? It must be Lao Jiu!" The third prince blurted out.

Then, he couldn't help being startled, and in a blink of an eye, a previously neglected thought suddenly came into his mind: "Sir, you mean that the prince was instigated by Lao Jiu?"

But soon, he denied it himself: "That's not right, the prince is not a fool, what else can Lao Jiu say, so why does he believe it?"

At this time, a young staff member who had been silent all this time suddenly asked: "What if the people who said these are not from the Ninth Prince's family, but from the Crown Prince's?"

Everyone was startled, and the third prince was puzzled: If he belonged to the prince, how could he deceive his master like this?

Only Mr. Xun, who was an old god, looked at the young staff with approval.

The young staff usually admired Mr. Xun very much, but now that he was praised by Mr. Xun, he couldn't help being a little excited, and subconsciously straightened his waist.

The third prince sat on the main seat and had a panoramic view of the interaction between the two. Seeing that it didn't seem to be aimless, he couldn't help thinking: Could it be that this king has overlooked something?

Apart from those rotten Confucians who cling to the etiquette of their ancestors, most of the disciples of the prince are the descendants of the founder of the country.

Although those stubborn rotten Confucians do not all have the courage and integrity to remonstrate, their orthodoxy is easily unshakable.

As for the nobles...

The third prince laughed, a little coldly, and endless ridicule.

——In the eyes of these nobles, these princes are all the sons of the emperor, and they are all little masters.No matter who they support, it is not a betrayal of the saint.

It's just that they never see him, who is ranked third.

In the past, he wholeheartedly supported the prince, but now seeing that the prince's kitchen was showing signs of getting cold, he switched to the sect of his ninth younger brother.

Of course, the third prince would not bother to accept such nonsense.

But he doesn't want it himself, and others don't give it at all, it's two different things.

Like the throne.

If it weren't for the sage's overt and secret expression, only the crown prince is the heir he most expects, and he might not have such a strong obsession.

Mr. Xun said: "It seems that the third master has already figured it out."

"Hmph!" The third prince sneered, "Just relying on the old nine, do you still want to make a profit? Let someone tell the prince. I am not afraid of losing to him, but I don't want to lose so inexplicably and make a wedding dress for others."

Just now the young staff member said: "I'm afraid the prince won't believe it."

The third prince said: "Who said you want to tell him that Lao Jiu is instigating us? Just tell him that those servants under his sect have changed their ways."

As an old rival for many years, the third prince still knows the prince well.

Although the prince's suspicion was less than that of the saint, it was definitely above the average level of the royal family.

As long as someone reminds him that someone under his command has betrayed, no matter it is true or not, he will investigate it himself.

With this time buffer, the third prince is able to do many things.

Thinking of this, the third prince always felt that he had overlooked something, but for a while, he couldn't remember anything.

However, none of this matters.

Now, the most important thing is to drag Lao Jiu into the water who is trying to fish in troubled waters.

The third prince was talking about the prince, but he didn't know that the prince was also talking about him.

******

"You say, what is the third child doing now?"

The prince leaned slightly sideways, leaned on the chair, and played with the latest top-quality pigeon blood stone that came up from below.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, which was obviously a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, but full of interest.

It was also because he had been steady for too long, so long that even he himself almost thought that he was born a calm and dignified gentleman.

But in fact, he is not!

Let me ask, which child, favored by his father, would be truly calm and dignified?

It's just that the father needs a calm and dignified prince, and Daxia needs a calm and dignified crown prince.

As a son of man, he could not bear to disappoint his father; as a king, he could not disappoint his subjects.

Simply, he hid his true nature and became the Prince of Great Xia that everyone expected.

There was a sudden sarcasm in his eyes.

——Unfortunately, the so-called loving father and the so-called partiality are all just wishful thinking.

In the eyes of the saint, he, the crown prince, is a son. The second, third, fourth, fifth...even the seventeenth child, who is still in his infancy, are all sons of a saint.

The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat. As a prince, his meat is just a little more tender than other meats.

He has been immersed in this wishful thinking for too long, so long that he can't even tell: whether he has never noticed it, or is he unwilling to face it?

If Jia Jing hadn't tried every means to rush in front of him, kowtow until his head was bleeding, and force him to wake up with words like a knife, he might not be able to wake up until now.

With his temperament, in the end, it can only be a mess!

The prince is grateful to Jia Jing, because he forced himself to see the reality; but the prince complains to Jia Jing, because he broke his dream and took away his father.

——Not long after he was born, he lost his mother, and even apart from the portrait in Fengxian Hall, he couldn't find evidence to remember his mother.

Since he was a child, he only had his father, who entrusted all his admiration for his parents!

But now, his loving father is gone.

The one sitting under the crown prince was not the subordinate officials of Zhan Shi's mansion, but the noble sons who were like grass in the eyes of the third prince.

Among the nobles, those who are lucky enough to burn a new stove are naturally as clear-headed as Jia Jing, who understands that the only way out for him is the prince.

The prince also screened for many days before selecting these few people to help him promote this crazy plan.

These people share a common belief:

Success or failure is here.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!

"Don't worry, Your Highness, everything is going according to plan."

The one who spoke was the eldest son of Marquis Jingsui, a young man in his early thirties.

Although the Marquis of Jingsui is not as famous as the four kings and eight princes, his family's title is a real hereditary second-class marquis.

Back then, old Jing Suihou was also an invincible figure on the battlefield.

It was only once that he was seriously injured, his foundation was damaged, and he couldn't go on the battlefield again, so he missed the title of Duke.

But the misfortune of good fortune depends on it, and the blessing of misfortune rests on it.Although he couldn't go to the battlefield because of his health, he was sent by Tai_zu to the sage who was still the prince at that time to teach military affairs.

Those who can fight well have almost no low emotional intelligence.

Even though the old Jingsui Hou came to the saint's side, the saint already had many useful people, but he still became the saint's confidant.

Therefore, as soon as the sage came to the throne, he changed his hereditary title to hereditary replacement when it was counted as the contribution of the dragon.

Later, when the sage wanted to increase the crown prince's price, he naturally thought of this capable nobleman.

At that time, the old Jing Suihou had died of illness, and his son inherited the title.But the new Marquis of Jingsui does not have the demeanor of his father, and his qualifications are very mediocre.

The sage saw it: Isn't this just right!

Putting the old man's descendants together with his own heirs can not only increase his son's connections, but also ensure the wealth of the old man's descendants. It's the best of both worlds!

The saint at that time did not expect that one day, he would be afraid of the power behind the prince.

The son of Jingsuihou is the grandson of the old Jingsuihou.

There were five elder brothers above him, but two were concubines, and the three concubines all died young.So, his father was almost seventy and he was in his early thirties.

This son is much better than his father, and he has the demeanor of his grandfather.

After the rise of the Ninth Prince, it's not that Jingsuihou didn't mean to leave a way out for his family, but he was persuaded by the prince.

This time, when the prince proposed this crazy plan, he was also the first to express his willingness to fully implement it.

Therefore, the crown prince entrusted him with the task of keeping an eye on the third prince.

"That's good," the prince said with a smile, "Gu is waiting for Gu's good third brother, who came to remind Gu."

******

In Ningguo Mansion, Jia Jing had a bandage on his head and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, but he was in excellent spirits.

At this time, he was leisurely leaning on the teacher's chair, spot-checking his son Jia Zhen's homework.

But Jia Zhen got stuck, and repeated a sentence for a long time, but couldn't get the next sentence.

Looking at his 12-year-old son, Jia Jing sighed in disappointment: Perhaps it was because he himself had used up the Jia family's talent for reading, but Zhen'er didn't understand these four books and five classics at all!

Thinking of the meeting with Lin Ruhai some time ago and what Lin Ruhai reminded him, he felt that it would be fine to let Zhen'er give up the Four Books and learn the law well first.

In this way, at least he will have a bottom line when he wants to die in the future, so that he won't really kill himself.

Hearing her father's disappointed sigh, Jia Zhen nervously hid her left hand behind her back and subconsciously rubbed it on her buttocks.

——I don’t know, how many feet will I suffer today?

But unexpectedly, his father, Jia Jing, did not scold him with a stern face as usual, but asked kindly, "Does Zhen'er not like reading, or does she simply not like the Four Books and Five Classics?"

Jia Zhen carefully looked at her father's face, and seeing that he seemed to be holding back his anger, she boldly said, "My child doesn't like the Four Books and Five Classics."

He paused, and then said, "Mr.'s lectures are meaningless at all."

"That's good," Jia Jing said, "In a few days, I will invite a new teacher for you and my father. Since you don't like the Four Books and Five Classics, you should learn something else."

Jia Zhen's eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't help being overjoyed to see that her father didn't seem to be joking.

——It doesn’t matter what you study, as long as it’s not the Four Books and Five Classics!