[Red Chamber] The imperial examination life of the great master

pain!

pain!

Jia Amnesty covered his head, half-drowsy and half-awake, only felt throbbing pains in his head, as if countless small hammers were beating his nerves in his mind, the pain made him unable to help but let out a low groan Come.

what happened to him?

Jia She opened his eyes in bewilderment, his eyelids blinked, his thick eyelashes trembled, everything in front of him was like the moon in the fog, hazy, unclear, indistinguishable.

Before he could fully wake up, he heard a clear voice like an oriole saying: "Master is awake."

uncle?

What uncle? !

Jia She's mind was in chaos, he pressed his forehead, and vaguely remembered what happened before he fell into a coma. He had just finished writing "The Encyclopedia of Ancient Golden Fingers" and was about to discuss with the editor about the number of copies to be printed. There was a call from the hospital—his grandpa had a heart attack and passed away without anyone noticing.

This sudden news completely shattered Jia She's rationality. He was stunned, the phone in his hand slipped, he made a wrong foot, fell down the stairs, hit the stone on the ground, and then disappeared.

"Grandpa, grandpa..." Thinking of grandpa, Jia She got the energy from where he came from, so he forced himself up and sat up.

The servant girl Han Cui was startled, and quickly stepped forward to support him, "Master, be careful."

Hearing this, Jia She was stunned for a moment, and looked at her, only to see this strange woman next to him wearing a small dark green blouse and a Wugu Fengdeng horse-face skirt, with only a little shoe tip showing from his feet, he was in a trance. It was clearly worn by women in ancient times. Even if he was sent to the hospital at this time, he shouldn't have seen a woman in such clothes.

Jia Shen looked around and saw that there was a school of masters on the left, right, front and back. On the walls were the calligraphy and paintings of the Tang masters. The peonies and orchids that bloomed intensely and brilliantly are not ordinary species, but the rare "Er Qiao", with pink, white, purple and red petals complementing each other, and one plant is worth a lot.

No matter how slow Jia Amnesty was, he could sense something was wrong at this moment.

He lowered his body and looked down. He saw the moon-white silk inner jacket and the best socks under his feet. The dark lines were far from visible, but the mystery was only found when he looked closely.

Jia She turned around in a daze, he opened his mouth, wanting to ask who he is and what dynasty he is now.

But before he could open his mouth, the surging memory in his mind swept away his remaining self-control.

"Master, what's the matter with you, master?!" Han Cui asked eagerly.

The other maids were startled by her voice, and those who were networking outside hurriedly put down their work and ran in.

Jia She, indeed Jia She.

But this Jia's amnesty is not that Jia's amnesty.

Jia She is from a scholarly family, his grandfather named him She, which meant tolerance, and hoped that he would be as broad-minded as a gentleman, treat others with generosity, but I don't know if it was a coincidence or fate He was actually reborn on the body of Jia She, the great master of the Rongguo Mansion in "A Dream of Red Mansions".

Jia Amnesty didn't know how Yuanshen died, but he knew that he was in serious trouble.

In the memory left by the original body, last night he and Xu Shangshu's third son, Xu Genqing, and others had a good time drinking, and arranged for Xu Genqing to rest at the mansion after getting drunk, but somehow, when the original body woke up, he found that But he was in the women's boudoir.

This is not scary, the scary thing is that the original body was dressed in a mess, and so was the woman. In addition, what made the original owner even more terrified was that the woman had a dagger stuck in her chest, and his hands were stained with blood.

Emotions such as worry, fear, and panic killed the original owner's rationality.

It's not the worst.

What's worse is that at this moment a servant shouted: "Killer."

The original owner had already lost three souls and seven souls, after hearing this, he had no time to think about what happened, and escaped in embarrassment.

He ran all the way, but also stumbled and ran back home.

After returning home, the original owner acted like an ostrich, took off his clothes, stuffed them under the bed, and pretended nothing happened.

After Jia Amnesty reviewed his memory, his face turned blue instantly.

Having just been reborn, facing such a situation, no one would be in a better mood!

"Master, master, master told you to go to the study quickly." Before Jia She could finish sorting out his memories, he heard Butler Lai's voice from outside the window.

Jia Amnesty's heart tightened, he rubbed his thumb and index finger, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Housekeeper Lai, come in and talk."

Butler Lai walked in through the curtain raised by the maid. He smelled the strong smell of alcohol in the air, and subconsciously frowned. Then he lowered his head with a peaceful expression.

Jia She ordered Han Cui to help him put on his clothes, and asked, "Housekeeper Lai, the master asked me to go, what's the matter?"

"The slave doesn't know." Butler Lai said.

Seeing him lowering his head, Jia Amnesty couldn't see his expression clearly, and thought to himself, it doesn't matter whether Housekeeper Lai doesn't know or not, anyway, Yuanzheng's father told him to go, and he couldn't find a reason not to go.Even though he thought this way, he knew in his heart that it might have something to do with the original owner's incident last night.

Jia Amnesty didn't bother to pry Butler Lai's mouth open, and ordered the other maidservants to put incense on their bodies to get rid of the smell of alcohol, and hurriedly followed Butler Lai.

Along the way, Butler Lai remained silent, and as he got closer to Rongxi Hall, Jia Amnesty noticed that there was something wrong with the gazes of the maids on him. He lowered his eyelids, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

He was thinking, what should he say when he sees Jia Daishan later, the person, of course, was not killed by the original owner. Although he didn't remember taking over the original owner for a long time, he also figured out that the original owner might have been set up as a fairy to jump, but he had nothing to say. After all, who can prove that he didn't kill him!

This is fatal!

Before he reached the study room, he saw many maidservants making noise from a distance.

Jia Shishi's cry came from inside: "Master, master."

Jia Zheng's voice was also mixed among the many voices.