Did Jia She successfully break into the arena today? [Red Chamber]

Following Qin Chuhan's words, the atmosphere in the room became more gloomy.

Fortunately, there was Jia Amnesty, a lively atmosphere, who was able to change the topic, and followed Qin Chuhan's words with a smile and poured a mouthful of chicken soup for the soul: "Who said otherwise? Gods can fight too. Otherwise, where would it come from?" The fight between the immortals and the Chiyu? So, the old ancestor's words are not wrong, man will conquer the sky, and unity is strength!"

Hearing this, Jia Zhen hurriedly approached Qin Chuhan, clenched her fists as if cheering her up: "This power is iron, this power is steel, towards the sun, towards freedom, towards..."

Facing her father's sharp eyes, Jia Zhen pouted, stood still, and said very seriously: "Learn hard from the scholar."

Seeing this, Jin Wang burst out laughing, and quickly bent down to pick up a scroll and handed it to Jia Jing.

"Don't be a scholar, think about the storybook legends you read." Jia Jing glanced at King Jin expressionlessly, was silent for a moment, and still took the scroll.

According to the technological changes of the paper used, Jia Jing wanted to sort out the order first, but he was working, and a group of people chatting next to him, this is too much!

It's hard for others to speak, even if the son-in-law is very obedient and helpful, but the son still has to be dragged over to work.If it's really not helpful, it's good to chat and talk.

All in all, don't be idle.

Seeing this, Qin Chuhan also got busy.

Sun Wangyou also joined them.

Qin Chuhan also said in a low voice: "Brother Wangyou, you should rest, this smell is a bit strong, let's go."

Jia Jing was very relieved when he saw this, and turned his head to look dryly. His son and younger brother, who can't even fight, simply asked the key point: "Are there any dragons and horses, or dragons and horses? It has something to do with ten. The legend. Maybe our thinking is fixed, but we didn’t think of relevant clues.”

As he spoke, Jia Jing waved his hand, and looked at the scroll he was holding in his hand with some disgust, exuding an old and decaying smell.

— I don’t know how long this account book has been in the “box”, it stinks, if it wasn’t for my ancestors, I really want to greet the eighteen generations of ancestors.

Upon hearing this, Jia Amnesty raised his hand impatiently, "When Hou Yi shoots the sun, there are ten golden crows."

While talking, Jia Amnesty was plausible and recounted his previous understanding, "Fusu, isn't it the Fusang tree in the Book of Songs? Think about it, which prince's grandson would be called the Fusang tree? It must have a meaning!"

"Then there is someone called son Xiaobai." Jia Zhen said: "Uncle Xi, do you want to call it a little idiot? Can you think about the one with four claws? Don't talk about the unicorn tiger, think about Xiaobai Rabbits can do it too! Just Bo Yikao, who was eaten by roast meat on the list of gods! In the end, his father spit out three little rabbits. King Wen of Zhou can pinch and count."

Jia Zhen felt that her reasons were also very good, "Didn't Mr. Wei say Tianxixing! This kind of little star, I have rarely heard of it before! It must have something to do with his origin! I have already studied the Western Zhou Dynasty According to records in "Historical Records: The Fifth Family of Guan Cai", King Wen of Zhou had ten sons! You can see that there are official and unofficial evidences, what a perfect match. It must be Bo Yi Kao that little rabbit. Rabbits eat grass too."

"Then there is continuity between the two. Bo Yikao returned Ziweixing! Although Ziweixing is the emperor star, it still has the emperor's way! Dijun, this is the original version of the emperor! This Why, didn’t you say it was heaven before?” Jia She said forcefully, “Maybe it’s the little Golden Crow’s path of counterattack and revenge! Think about it, there is only one Golden Crow in the whole world, and the officials are not coaxing him? What if? What should he do if he quits? Isn’t this just a combination with the song? If you want me to tell you, just put the book in the sun to dry it, and maybe the words will come out. And, even if it’s an exaggeration, after all..."

Jia Amnesty covered his nose, and said in a deep voice, "It can drive away bookworms after all. Your Majesty, brother Jing, what do you think of my suggestion?"

Emperor Tai'an wanted to nod directly, but after looking at Jia Jing, a serious coolie, he still planned to salute the corporal, and asked politely, "Why don't you take a copy first and try what Enhou said? Or, post a spell or something like that. Yes, ask if there is a pen fairy, right? I have also read the script, and it is said that the pen fairy is very clever. Shall we try to invite a spirit?"

Qin Chuhan couldn't make a sound when he heard the words, and said positively, "Please invite the Stove Lord again."

Hearing the father and son's suggestion, Jia Jing looked solemn, and slowly raised his eyes to glance at Qin Chuhan, then at Jia She from the corner of his eye, and asked, "Do you remember the song of counting horses?"

——This way of preaching by the Stove Lord is inexplicably familiar with the style of painting.

Qin Chuhan didn't understand why, so he nodded.This ballad is so important, he naturally kept it in his heart.

Jia Amnesty happened to bump into a sharp knife eye, froze in fright, and mentally yelled "Pufa, do you know how that big brother Zhu Rong dreamed?"My father said more than once that the painting style is really familiar? 】

"The spirit of dragons and horses is endless." Jia Jing didn't have the heart to find out the truth, at least not in front of the emperor, so he let Jia Amnesty go, with a serious look on his face, and he spoke seriously. Question: "The previously rumored Panlong, you have to gather all five sects to find Panlong, right? Before Panlong was Zhou Tianxing Dou, this procedure, right?"

The topic moved too quickly.Everyone couldn't keep up with Jia Jing's thoughts for a while, they looked at each other, and then looked at Jia Jing in unison, as if asking for a solution.

"Bring me Xiaocui's hairpin."

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at Emperor Tai'an again.

Emperor Tai'an raised his finger and pointed at Jia Daishan, "He is responsible for the affairs of the five sects."

"By the way, there is the so-called broken canvas from Lao Shui's family!" Jia Jing watched his uncle leave, and added in a hurry. thing?"

Hearing this, Emperor Tai'an saw Jia Jing shaking his sleeves and wanting to leave, with a very dignified expression on his face, and persuaded him earnestly: "Old Shui uncle said to the mother and grandfather that he didn't want future generations to participate in these ruins. The matter is right. It is said that the old Shui family has been wandering in the East China Sea for hundreds of years because of this secret. After wandering all his life, he finally survived. You can ask Shuitian, he is even more blind than you now.” Moreover, their ancestors in the end Those who have done real things are not like your ancestors!

Jia Jing took a deep breath and continued to tidy up.

"Your Majesty, I'm just wondering why the inheritors of the five sects all say that they have completed their mission and start all kinds of waves, miles, waves, and swings." Jia She put one hand on his hips, waved to himself with the other, and dispersed the floating people in the room. "Scholarly" atmosphere, worried: "The Hehe tribe is still looking for the five sects, wanting to Panlong? Didn't the Hehe tribe find the existence of the five sects before?"

Can the ancestors do things a little bit better?

There is a sect that has been with you for thousands of years, but it has not been discovered at all? ?

"Go back to the Jia family's ancestral hall and burn incense sticks and ask the ancestor of your old Jia family, let him give you a dream." Emperor Tai'an looked bare and sticky, "Your Jia family's relatives and friends are old, and there are only five families. Yes. Fate!"

"Your Majesty, why don't you say that you are more destined?" Jia Daishan originally took someone to fetch the token, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but pause and argue with him, "I would rather not have such a fate. "

Don't think I didn't hear it, you are testing my son!

Jia Amnesty really didn't hear the temptation in the voice, only felt that the emperor was joking, and couldn't help but said melancholy: "This fate is made by my father, no, it's the little patriarch Zhenzhen."

Jia Zhen was extremely depressed, "I will burn incense for them when I go back."

Seeing that the uncle and nephew were really discussing the issue of worshiping ancestors in a decent manner, Emperor Tai'an gave Jia Daishan a secret look, and urged: "Hurry up and do something. Jia Jing is still waiting. There is also Sun Wangyou, who has to take care of people's health." .”

After a pause, Emperor Tai'an asked worriedly: "Wangyou, do you need to take a break to breathe fresh air? Don't go to the imperial garden to dig any flowers and plants, and don't go to the imperial dining room to bring medicinal food. Why don't you go to the Shang's study room? In the library inside, you may see paintings of your father as a martial artist, or Jinger's reading and painting. I will ask the court painter to record it every year."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compassion, and the grassroots are safe." Sun Wangyou put down the scroll in his hand, bowed earnestly to Emperor Tai'an, and explained: "The grasslanders will use the tortoise's breathing exercise to adjust the frequency of their breathing."

"Wait, the co-authors are the few of us who don't understand martial arts who are smelled by the smell of books in the room?" Emperor Tai'an realized later, and was so angry that he waved his hands to dispel the smell.

"Young people don't work hard and the old ones are sad." Jia Jing said blankly, "This is what you always said before. Only the blood and sweat of childhood can be rewarded in adulthood."

Emperor Tai'an: "..."

"Not angry, not angry," Jia Amnesty made a fan with both hands, and fanned Tai'an Emperor, looking at Jia Jing, who suddenly dared to hate the emperor, with a look of inquiry, and asked: "Brother Jing, why did you suddenly be inexplicable just now?" Speaking of five gates? Or what did you think of from the counting horse song?"

"Nine horses have 27 legs, why do ten horses have three legs?" Jia Jing asked without answering.

"Because three-nine-two-seven!" Jia She said, holding his head high, "It must be the three-legged Golden Crow. He is the only species that can match the number of feet!"

"What about the next sentence?" Jia Jing asked in a drawn-out tone without rushing.

"Then...then...then it was stolen, there was only one horse left, then..." Jia Shen stammered for a long time, but couldn't figure out why.

Looking at Jia Zhen, she felt that her uncle was pitiful, and his father must have made him shut up because he thought he was too noisy.

This scene can completely remind people of the time when we were in the Ningfu Secret Store last night, when we were shut up because it was too noisy.As a result of this "love and hatred" piled up, Jia Zhen felt suffocated in her heart, relying on the fact that she had the emperor as her backer, she hummed to vent, "That must be the skill of division and body! It is similar to that of Journey to the West." Like the Monkey King, he plucked his hair and slapped it..."

"If I tell you to read, you won't read it well. Are you thinking fast when you say this?" Jia Jing was so angry that he wanted to throw the scroll in his hand at someone, "Go and draw that jade horse at home for me! Otherwise, I won’t be bothered to talk to you.”

Hearing Jia Jing's unrepressed anger at the end, not only Jia Zhen shuddered, but also Jia Amnesty was frightened.

Emperor Tai'an also quickly waved his hand, signaling to the guards to bring in the brush and ink, and he also wrote the pen himself, and began to draw along with it.When coloring the horse's head, the word "little golden crow" suddenly appeared in Emperor Tai'an's mind. He paused his pen, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Jia She, who was very serious about painting, with a scrutinizing expression.

Pegasus, its shape is like a white dog with a black head.

Coincidentally, the Golden Crow is also black.

And a three-legged horse cannot run, it can only squat.

The Golden Crow, also known as the Crow Crow.

Sitting, still squatting.

The pony cried and yelled and never ran away again?

Ten horses with three legs, injured, so they can't run?

But Jinwu was injured?

arrow?

Emperor Tai'an was thinking about it, and saw that Jia Daishan had returned with the token.

Jia Jing glanced at the hairpin, stroked the tip of the hairpin, and asked Qin Chuhan, "Can it be used as a compass?"

Qin Chuhan nodded, and came to his senses belatedly, "Brother Jing, what do you mean...is..."

"Try it, don't you count it?" Jia Jing said, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the box.

Others present: "..."

"Father, wait a minute." Seeing this, Jia Zhen pushed Ye Suwen's wheelchair towards the door, holding Sun Wangyou with one hand, "Let's stand far away first, to be safe. Don't wait for someone to throw books and smash them The head is gone. Our ancestors were unreliable, we still have to be reliable. Safety first."

When Jia Amnesty heard this, he wasn't nervous at first, but he became nervous all of a sudden. He pulled his father and Emperor Qiqi back, "Zhen'er is right, safety first. He is Zhenzhen's big baby." , very clever."

Emperor Tai'an was silent for a moment, and asked Jia She, "How did you think of the three-legged Golden Crow?"

"Because..." Jia She closed the tip of his tongue, heard the reminder sound in his mind, blinked, and swallowed - it is said that my father is the words of the three-legged little Golden Crow, and said without hesitation: "Because three nine 27! Think about it, Lord Ma has three eyes, but God Erlang also has three eyes. And the difference between the eyes and the feet is too big, after much deliberation, the Golden Crow fits the characteristics of this leg."

"Do you know who Lord Ma is in Fengshenzhong?" Emperor Tai'an continued to ask.

Jia Amnesty was taken aback.

"Yin Jiao, the son of King Yin Zhou." Tai'an Emperor finished speaking, and then slowly continued, "He also has a younger brother, Yin Hong, who is the god of Tai Sui."

While talking, Emperor Tai'an glanced at Sun Wangyou and Jia Jing, "I am dissatisfied with you for saying that the meteor fell 30 years ago, and that there was a monster falling. Now I think it is one of your two brothers."