The Supreme Emperor Jia She of the Red Chamber

Chapter [-] of "The Living Notes of the Supreme Emperor": Fairy tales are deceiving!

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As soon as he entered the imperial street, the majestic imperial city greeted him with a disdainful spirit and strict hierarchical pressure.

Jia She's footsteps paused, his eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to slap his own face twice, making himself look even more pitiful, and then ran towards Daming Palace with a clear goal.

Although the county magistrate is not as good as Guan, the current ruler is Emperor Ming Yan, Situ Zhao, but he is not familiar with him at all, and he has no friendship.

Dai Quan, the chief eunuch in charge of the court, gave some small gifts and reminisced about the past friendship. Jia She got his wish and entered the main hall of Daming Palace.

At that time, Emperor Xuanwu was leaning on the couch, lying quietly listening to the piano, squinting sideways at Jia She, who was kneeling on the ground, a sharp light flashed across his muddy eyes that were sunken in his eye sockets, and he didn't call out immediately. When he got up, he closed his eyes instead, humming softly with his hands to the beat, very comfortable, as leisurely as a wealthy family member.

After not seeing a reply for a long time, Jia Amnesty held the memorial tightly in his hands with some fear, but he couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the twittering music of the piano in the hall, and a smile appeared between his brows and eyes.

What the musician played was "The General Goes".This song celebrates Emperor Xuanwu's personal conquest of the "Yellow Turban Army" 30 years ago.

Coincidentally, it was a must-have song for him to pretend to be checked by his wife.

It is also... to express the brilliant hymn of the two Dukes of the Jia family.

His father was able to succeed to the position of Duke, and that's why he fought!

Back in the day, when the army returned to the imperial court, the father and son of the Jia family, the dukes of the country, were extremely prominent... Jia She's eyes sank, revealing a trace of confusion.Back then, his father had high hopes for him, and he often fried meat on bamboo boards. Even if he was stopped by his grandmother to protect him, he would copy books, memorize poems and squat on horseback. , I’m on the couch to find my father!”

He looked like he was a fool.

Strange enough.

Just when Jia She was suspicious, Emperor Xuanwu who didn't know when opened his eyes sighed heavily, his expression became calm, "Jia She, Marquis of Jia En."

"The minister is here!" Jia She was startled, came back to his senses, and kowtowed in earnest.

"You really deserve to be a famous master in the capital, who has been in the capital's dandy world for more than [-] years, and has been awarded the title of scumbag." Emperor Xuanwu picked up a piece of letterhead from the desk case, glanced at the small script on it, and praised road.

Hearing this sentence, Jia Amnesty was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, closed his eyes bravely, and said loudly: "My humble minister thanked the emperor for his ridiculous praise."

Emperor Xuanwu: "..."

Seeing Jia She with a smile, Emperor Xuanwu said softly, "Does Aiqing know why I love this song so much?"

This is no nonsense, in order to highlight the most glorious achievements of your career as emperor, implying that you are not old now, so you will not accept your son!

Jia She slandered secretly, and at the same time racked his brains to come up with words to express eloquently that when you were the only king abroad, he heard a soft voice from above, "Go and kneel outside the palace for a day and a night, if you can persist , I agreed to open the coffin for an autopsy to investigate Jia Hu's death, if not, just quietly be a wealthy idler at home, and for Lao Jia's sake, I will continue to protect you for the rest of your life."

"..."

This seems to be a bit too much information!

Although he did come to ask the emperor to beat his father, his grandfather's emotional cards came, but he had prepared a full stomach of sweet words, so he didn't need to feel so aggrieved.

"Your majesty... I... I didn't say anything." Jia She murmured subconsciously, but Emperor Xuanwu sneered.

Emperor Xuanwu looked cold, "Say it or not, as long as you achieve your goal. Hehe, I only have this little use left. Dai Quan, send him out."

After finishing speaking, Emperor Xuanwu glanced sideways at the musician, indicating that he was playing, and then closed his eyes.

Hearing this, Dai Quan bowed silently to Emperor Xuanwu, and quietly pulled Jia She out of the palace with a disheveled face in the wind.

"Ms. Dai, you know that our two families are old friends. For my grandfather's sake, tell me something?" Jia Amnesty lowered his voice and asked Dai Quan.

"Master She, the emperor said so, you just obediently follow orders." Dai Quan smiled helplessly, put his hands on Jia She's shoulders, and kicked Jia She again.The unsuspecting Jia Amnesty screamed in an instant, and threw himself to the ground with a thud.

In an instant, a human figure with a large character lay horizontally on the bluestone ground.

Jia Amnesty raised his eyes in disbelief, just in time to see the kind and kind face of the other party, instantly goosebumps appeared from the chill.

"Master She, don't blame the old slave. The master ordered you to kneel for a day and a night. You can still catch up on sleep occasionally by kneeling like this."

After hearing the words, Jia She was so surprised that his jaw hit the ground, and he watched Dai Quan enter the hall with some horror.

His grandfather, the relationship between his Jia family and Dai Quan is so good that he can deceive him in front of the emperor?

So unscientific!

And this emperor, why is he not at all the same as the legendary emperor, he would burn [-] brain cells just to say a word.

Unlimited speculations flooded his mind, and Jia Amnesty rolled around on the ground in bewilderment.

In the house, Emperor Xuanwu still had a posture as stable as Mount Tai. Through the light screen window lattice, he looked at Jia She, who was rolling in worry under the bright sunlight, and watched him roll several times. Finally, the carp stood up and bowed down earnestly. After standing for a long time , couldn't help feeling: "This Jia Wenhe didn't spoil people into fools after all!"

Jia Daishan, the Duke of Rongguo, has a harmonious character.

Hearing words he hadn't heard for a long time suddenly, Dai Quan lowered his eyes, held his breath, and remained silent.

It has been a long, long, long time since the prince seized the throne in the rebellion in the past, and the Duke sacrificed his life to protect him, and he has never heard anything about the Jia family from the emperor.

"This article and thoughts are as always like needles in the sea." Emperor Xuanwu curled his lips and said, "Everyone favors the youngest son, huh, it's a joke! Look at the eldest son, Enhou, Enhou, I just won't let him." He lives up to his name."

Dai Quan: "..."

"Do I need him to bow his head, okay? I'm afraid that his achievements will overwhelm the Lord? Could it be that I can't tolerate an incompetent tyrant who is small-minded, mean, and ungrateful? Could it be that..." Jia Daishan's mouth suddenly appeared when he was protecting the lord With a smile on his face, Emperor Xuanwu was silent for a while, glanced sideways at Dai Quan, who had drooping eyes, quickly suppressed his expression, and said coldly: "Go and see what's going on."

Dai Quan kept his voice back and retreated.

At the same time, knowing that Jia Amnesty went to the Procuratorate and entered the palace by herself, Jia's mother froze.It never occurred to him that this scoundrel, Jia She, would want to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred like a mad dog who has lost his mind.

"Ma'am." Jia Zheng was completely bewildered, holding on to the life-saving straw in front of him like a drowning child, and called out with a galloping look.

Hearing Jia Zheng's call, Mother Jia didn't answer immediately as usual, she just glanced up and down at Mrs. Wang who was quietly standing beside Jia Zheng, "Mrs. Wang, you have to tie the bell to untie it." I'm leaving my words here, my Jia family's face must never be lost."

"Old lady!" Mrs. Wang exclaimed when she heard the words, "You came up with the idea of ​​opening the coffin for autopsy."

"Mr. Wang, is this your attitude towards your mother?" Seeing this, Jia Zheng asked displeasedly.

This remark was like a bolt from the blue, Mrs. Wang's mind went blank, and she glanced at Jia Zheng who was filled with righteous indignation in disbelief, only to feel that her whole body was icy cold, and the soles of her feet felt cold.

She suddenly seemed to understand the old godmother's plan, if she couldn't resist Jia Amnesty, she could throw her out, so that they would be clean and without any black spots.

No, absolutely impossible!

Mrs. Wang was sweating coldly on her back, and she flicked the small-leaf red sandalwood beads with her hands quickly, trying to calm herself down and find a countermeasure.

She gave birth to children for Jia Zheng, and she and Geng died for three years. She has kept her father-in-law's spirit, and there is absolutely no reason to divorce her wife!

People dodge subconsciously. Mrs. Wang ignored the seven rules, but mustered up her courage and gave Jia Mu a cold sideways glance.

Don't think that this old godmother is completely clean!

Seeing Mrs. Wang's malicious expression, Jia's mother was so angry that she leaned on the soft couch, her heart was furious.On weekdays, she would definitely use this to teach her a good lesson, but now she can't let herself get confused.

The remaining rationality pulled her back to her thoughts. Mother Jia closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she looked at Jia Zheng and then at Mrs. Wang, her tone weakened by three points, and said: "This scoundrel is considered a Daoist." My God, but a mere dandy is probably not as good-looking as my in-laws in today's eyes, and since ancient times, filial piety has been used to govern the country." Slowly speaking, Jia's mother gradually stabilized her mind, and said calmly: "Since ancient times, I have been bewitched into evil spirits. It’s not uncommon. Since the so-called “Jia Hu” descended from the sky, this scoundrel’s temperament has changed drastically, and someone must be behind the scenes.”

Hearing what Jia's mother said, Jia Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and quoted scriptures: "What my mother said, these poisonous and evil things have always harmed people a lot, such as Chang'an Han Palace witches..."

"Zheng'er, that's all." If it was in the past, Mother Jia might secretly be happy that Jia Zheng loves reading, but at this moment, her brows are burning, and she really doesn't have the mood to listen to people's gossip.

She was not at all worried about Jia Amnesty's request for a thorough investigation into Jia Hu's death. Instead, she was annoyed that Jia Hu's family had lost face by making a fuss.

These four words made her realize that no matter what, the elder son would never be filial to her again.

Never again!

Thinking of this possibility, Jia's mother resented Jia She even more.In the past, she had worked so hard to conceive for ten months, and even half-stepped on the gate of hell when she was about to give birth, but in the end she got such a ridiculous result of mother and child turning against each other.

Might as well be strangled to death at birth!

It's better to have a good time at that time, and let her go to the army with the master, so as not to be confused by the little bastard.

Rather than...

The more Jia Mu thought about it, the angrier she became, but she calmed down.That being the case, don't blame her for being cruel.

If it wasn't for thinking about Jia She's son, this scoundrel was her son, otherwise...a stern light appeared in Jia's mother's eyes.She doesn't need to dominate the world like Emperor Wu, she just wants to be the old lord of Rongguo Mansion.

Jia She, who was not far away, trembled, feeling an inexplicable chill down his back.

Taking out the embroidered handkerchief and rubbing his nose, Jia Amnesty continued to face everyone's treacherous scrutiny, straightened his back, and knelt down.

He wasn't even afraid of the Zulong, so the rest of the emperors had nothing to be afraid of.What's more, the emperor still showed a wave of kindness.

Like his father, every time he beats him up, there is a lot of thunder and little rain, and he even threatens to challenge the secular world and make his youngest son the heir.

The results of it……

It's not about making him the head of the family.

But speaking of it, what exactly did his father tell the emperor on his deathbed, that his well-meaning Marquis was cut down to be a first-class mighty general?

Hey……

Jia Amnesty pressed his growling stomach and continued to think about it. After all, he has countless examples of "dog blood art comes from life" written by later generations with iron proof.

This kind of nonsense, I'm really sorry for his brilliant brain skills!

"Jia Aiqing, you seem to be very happy?" Emperor Ming Yan knew the joke made by the other party, he couldn't help but glanced suspiciously at Jia She, and then there was a just right smile on the corner of his mouth. Hanging three characters - Daming Palace.

Hearing a voice behind him suddenly, Jia She was startled, turned his knees unresponsively, and saluted tremblingly: "My minister bows to my emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live."

This kind of defection to the big boss and meeting the small boss is simply life-threatening!

"Jia Aiqing, father is nostalgic, but your father is also Jia Zheng's father, so should he help you because of his status as the eldest son?" Situ Zhao lowered his head and said softly: "You must know that father is not the eldest son , I am not the eldest son either."

While speaking, he looked towards the east, revealing a trace of confusion.

He was puzzled, the wealth and glory that was at his fingertips, the other party actually walked away and closed the door to practice alchemy.

After all, it's still too easy to get, so I don't know how to cherish it.

So, he hates the word born.