[Red House + Comprehensive] Respect to the water

On the other hand, the emperor tormented Jia Daihua for a long time, but he didn't think it was interesting. Even that brat Jia Jing didn't feel sorry for his father, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Seeing that a cup of tea was changed seven or eight times and still smiling, he didn’t look at the Jia Daihua who is known in the whole capital and looks reckless. He looked at the two small boxes under the table, one old and one new. The emperor let out a sigh of relief, took the tea and drank it. From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Jia Daihua's peach blossom eyes, which were slightly bent with a smile, and his dry lips, which were dry for a long time. Most of the remaining tea was smashed heavily on the table: "You are rewarded!"

Jia Daihua drank it with a smile, and unceremoniously ate up the plate of dim sum that the emperor had only taken a bite of first. The emperor rolled his eyes, because another minister came in to report on political affairs, so he didn't bother to keep this rascal Old boy, send him out directly.

Jia Daihua left with a smile on his face, he was still slamming his mouth when he left the palace gate, sure enough, the food and tea in Wansui's place were very sweet.

In a good mood, I went to the Yamen of the Ministry of War for a stroll. When I came out, because it was getting late, I didn't go to the capital camp again. I got on the horse neatly and went back to the house.

After entering Ningrong Street, I found that the faces of the servants in the two mansions were not quite right today. After looking carefully, although there were surprises and fears, most of them were happy, so Jia Daihua didn't think much about it, and didn't care As soon as the servant at the door saw him, he was happy to come up and say something, and went straight to the main courtyard all the way. After drinking, the servant who was inexplicably excited and wanted to gossip, changed his clothes in a hurry, washed a little, and hurried to the small school grounds went.

The eldest grandson must still be practicing riding and shooting. My grandfather needs to give me some pointers!

Poor Jia Daihua, facing his two sons in the early years, because of his own guilt, and the eldest son Jia Fu is good at literature, but Jia Daihua has a headache when he reads books; the youngest son Jia Jing is quite talented in riding and shooting, but he is too talented. Given his talent, Jia Daihua didn't have many chances to show off his teachings in front of him...

Now I have a good grandson who is filial and studious. Although he is not as talented as the youngest son that day, he is studious and inquisitive, and he is not like the cold and paralyzed face of the youngest son. He often only needs to show off his ability in cavalry and archery. The child will always open a pair of black eyes that are very similar to Fu'er Jing'er, and look at him with admiration and admiration...

Jia Daihua's heart softens when he thinks of his eldest grandson now, even the pair of twins who are cuter and more meaningful than him can't compare.

No, as soon as he returned to the mansion, he ran straight to the eldest grandson without asking about anything.

Seeing that the servants in charge who had been unable to find a chance to speak up just now shook their heads, regretting that they had a great opportunity to ask for a reward, while thinking narrowly, wait a while, what should the master do when he sees the second master Jing?

——What else could there be?But a dog gnaws mud on the ground!

That's right, Mr. Jia, who has been squatting and practicing his footwork since he was five or six years old, and has never let up even in his decades, actually fell into the mud in his small school yard!

No way, who made his peach blossom eyes not good enough?

Jia Daihua watched from afar a man in black clothes who was so precious that even the filly had to be led by the rope to feel at ease. His eldest grandson, who rode for a while, was sent to the youngest son who was so bad-tempered that he couldn't even feel himself. He and Fu'er didn't dare to provoke Dahei's back easily, but couldn't he be very anxious immediately?

While running even more wildly, he directly took off the hairpin from the bun and threw it over. Where did the little bastard come from, who dared to murder Lao Tzu's grandson?

When the bastard caught the hairpin thrown by him with his bare hands, the eldest grandson was fortunate that although he had already ridden Dahei, he didn't run out and didn't make Dahei lose his temper. I was afraid that I would not be able to save my cute and well-behaved grandson if I was too slow, but seeing that stinky boy in black clothes and tortoise looking like a turtle, standing upright without running away, Jia Daihua thought in his heart. Furious, I really hated myself for not having a pair of wings when I was born in my mother's womb?

Unexpectedly, after a few moments, when the distance got a little closer, Jia Daihua realized that that brat in black clothes was actually his own brat!

My brat who disappeared for two years!

Jia Daihua breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help staggering, so he fell to the ground magnificently with the inertia of still running wildly!

Little Jiazhang was nervous and excited when he was riding on a big horse. This big black steed was very good, but no one would let him ride it. Now that his uncle allowed him to get on the horse, the horse really obediently only hit two The snort stopped making a fuss, and he didn't see the ruthlessness when he threw Uncle Gu off the horse that day.

But I didn't want to, before I could trot for a few steps, I heard a loud "plop", turned my head and looked, ah, that clothes and figure, could it be?

Little Jia Zhang didn't care about his love for Da Hei, and hurriedly got off the horse with his short legs, and tore off several of Da Hei's manes during the process. Thanks to Jia Jing, Da Hei didn't dare to lose his temper, but he He lowered his lower body very cooperatively, and just now let little Jia Zhang go down to the ground without any danger.

Jia Jing also noticed it earlier, but he was sure that Jia Daihua was carrying the small jade piece he gave him. Although there was only a small set left, he was well protected in the Eastern Japanese Battle, and naturally it was not so small. Xiao Ping could do anything if he fell, so he was not nervous at all, and he followed little Jia Zhang slowly, not forgetting to reprimand him: "What does it look like to be in a panic? It's really a critical moment. The more nervous you are, the easier it is for bad things to happen; If it's not really a critical moment, there's no need to be nervous."

Jia Jing really had a partiality for this eldest nephew, and such a long sentence was not meant for everyone.

However, Jia Daihua didn't have the slightest joy of "my beloved grandson is also liked by his uncle". He raised his head and gave the brat a hard look: "Who the hell doesn't look like that? You give it to me." Let me tell you, is your father and I wrestling a critical moment not to be nervous and afraid of bad things, or is it a small thing not to be nervous?"

Jia Daihua has been in the Beijing camp for many years, and he has just personally bathed in blood in the Eastern Japanese War. The aura of that look is really amazing. Fortunately, although the little Jiazhang is still not brave enough, he has grown on the shoulders of this grandfather since he was a child. Facing Jia Daihua's almost substantive anger, the older one just paused, then rushed forward a few more steps, squatted down, and neatly removed the grass clippings on Jia Daihua's face with his small hands, and touched his face again. He touched his body, took out a small handkerchief from his purse, and wiped Jia Daihua's face in a similar manner.

Jia Daihua stared at the youngest son, and did not forget to turn his head and show a loving smile to the eldest grandson. It is really a double world of ice and fire, contrasting with the slightly bruised nose, cracked lips, and peach blossom eyes The physiological tears that flowed out because of the heavy blow to the nose, ahem, are quite funny.

Jia Jing walked slowly to a place three steps away and stood still, then said lightly, "Of course it's an insignificant matter."

Jia Daihua breathed a sigh of relief and almost couldn't get up, but he heard Jia Jing continue to take it for granted: "Could it be that father will fall into a big accident because of such a light fall? The old man still has a long-term ambition, and even though Lian Po is old, he can still do it." One meal of rice, ten catties of meat, and being put on a horse...Could it be that, father, you are not yet sixty years old, but you are already old enough to make your children and grandchildren fuss over a small fall on the ground?"

Jia Daihua's eyeballs almost fell down, so it makes sense for this brat to be indifferent when he saw his father fall?

... This sharp-toothed one is not as good as the former taciturn one!At least it didn't choke to death!

Jia Daihua clutched his chest, feeling that he couldn't bear it.But after so many years of getting used to it, I just can't put up with my father's airs and reprimand him in front of my youngest son. It's obvious that this stinky boy disappeared without saying a word, and he has been away for two years, even if the old father at home is worrying about him and trying to comfort him at the same time. How difficult it is for the elder brother, who is weak and not exciting, to hit his fragile old heart as soon as we meet...

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Thinking about what I saw earlier, His Royal Highness was so obediently beating Wan Sui's shoulders and pressing his arms, Jia Daihua bumped his nose face down hard, but the tears that didn't come out finally rolled down from his peach blossom eyes, causing trouble. Little Jia Zhang became more and more flustered.

Jia Daihua looked at his grandson who was pouting his mouth to brag about and coax him to "fly away in pain", and he burst into tears.

Jia Jing turned his eyes away from this pair of idiot grandparents, one of them has lived two lives and can't figure out what is physical tears and what is tears of joy, and the other is almost sixty years old and is acting like a baby with a little baby under six years old ...

It hurts the eyes!

Xiao Baocheng is still the cutest, even interacting with the evil father-in-law is very pleasing to the eye; of course, it is not bad for the eldest brother to stand with the eldest nephew, but no matter how cute the eldest nephew is, it complements his father's old face that has begun to develop into orange peel It really doesn't look so good together...

Huh, no!

Jia Jing took a closer look at his father's appearance and found that although it was less than two years old, the sudden extra white hair and the wrinkles on his forehead and eyes were really an eyesore.Thinking about the faintly visible fine lines between the brows on his eldest brother's gentle smiling face, after careful consideration, even Jia Jing is still not very understanding of the world, so he can't help but feel a little bit ashamed.

The elder brother's brows are obviously caused by frequent frowning. Although he doesn't show his face at these times, he always smiles when he sees it in his dreams. In fact, he is not worried; It was only because of the Eastern Japanese War.

Touching his nose, Jia Jing took two steps forward, helped his father up, and reached out to help him pat the dirt and grass on his body.

Jia Daihua looked at the young boy's increasingly dull face, blinked his peachy eyes, and all the tears disappeared, only a snigger from the bottom of his heart: This brat is still the same, the more shy he is, the more stern-faced he is!

On the one hand is the eldest grandson, on the other is the youngest son, although Dahei still ran away on his own without losing face, Jia Daihua was still very proud.

The very proud Jia Daihua took his eldest grandson and youngest son to reunite with the eldest son's family. On the other hand, the emperor's heart, which had been sore all day, was finally comforted.

After Jia Daihua stepped down, the emperor was surprisingly efficient. He managed all kinds of important matters before dinner, and when the crown prince came, he stayed with him for dinner.

The emperor, especially when dining with the crown prince, did not like to keep too many courtiers to serve him, but for some reason, the crown prince asked a little more today. After the dispatch left, Gu Wenhang didn't need to serve the emperor's meals, so for a while, there were only the emperor and the prince left.

The prince graciously helped the emperor pick up a few chopsticks dishes. The emperor ate them with a smile, but Wei Zhu came back after a while. The emperor waved his hand and simply signaled them all to go down. You and the prince should pick up chopsticks for me. I will give you a spoonful of soup, and the atmosphere will become more and more pleasant.

What was even more pleasant was that after the meal, no one was allowed to come in to wait on him. The crown prince made tea himself and served the emperor to rinse his mouth.

The emperor watched the crown prince want to speak a few times but was a little embarrassed, he didn't urge him, and let him adjust himself.

The prince finally put down his teacup, raised his head, and told all about Jia Jing, and finally looked at the emperor with a little uneasiness and confidence.

Although the emperor was very shocked, after all, what can turn into a black giant beast, become invisible and get angry, etc., are simply strange things that can only exist in the fairy tales, but the one that can be said is Baocheng, and Jia Jing was mysterious last night. Appearing in the palace, he had seen it with his own eyes.

Thinking of the soft golden light that saved him from serious injuries in the earthquake, he was determined not to be like all the emperors in history who were obsessed with immortality and immortality and ruined the situation. up.

Could it be that it was not wrong for the first emperor to spend all his time looking for immortals, but it was just unlucky that he didn't find the right place and use the right method?

Perhaps, if Xu Fu also sank back to the sea back then, history would be rewritten, not necessarily...