The Supreme Emperor Jia She of the Red Chamber

Hou Xiaokang was going home to discuss education issues with his son, and then sent Hou Ziqi for a day trip to the camp with a smile.

Hou Ziqi, who had no idea what his grandfather planned, held his head high, and rushed in with his calves excitedly, oh, the saplings here are so short that he can climb them, and there is a river beside them, so he can play...

He ordered people to protect him, and then looked at Hou Ziqi who was jumping up and down. Hou Xiaokang smiled fondly, and turned back to the carriage.

Jia Amnesty was hugging his eldest sister and humming his newly learned song "Where are you going, Dad?" After humming, he found that the tip of his tongue couldn't translate the language. He quickly changed the tune and sang "Brother Monkey".

Hou Xiaokang paused with the hand that raised the curtain, looked down at the eldest sister who was also puzzled, and silently let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at Jia She's intoxicated look earlier, he thought that he was too old-fashioned to keep up with his little grandson's bedtime stories.

"Stop screaming, there are still children!"

Jia She, who felt that he was the voice of nature, was like a bolt from the blue when he heard the words, and looked at Hou Xiaokang with a disheveled face, angrily, "How is it possible, is this a nursery rhyme that condenses countless wisdom?"

"Has no one ever told you that you are incomplete?" Hou Xiaokang patted his face benevolently, afraid that the eldest sister would waste time with others, so he changed his words, and said, "Originally, the King of Beijing Jing and others were going to plead with the emperor. But the emperor directly blocked their mouths by using you to serve your sentence!"

Jia Amnesty smiled indifferently.The four kings and the eight princes have always lost and all are lost, and all are prosperous.If the second child had an accident and no one said a few good words, then he would be able to feed the dog for decades in the name of Rongguo Mansion instead of him as the master of the house.

"...The emperor is quite controversial about ordering you to serve your sentence today, and he also scolded those who interceded for Jia Zheng, bluntly saying that he is not worthy of being the son of Jia Daishan, and should be expelled from the family." Hou Xiaokang was a little suspicious when he talked about the trend of the court. Looking at Jia She, he was curious: "But to put it bluntly, you are the sons of Rong Guogong, why is the emperor's attitude so biased?"

"What?" Hearing that the emperor favored him in front of his officials, Jia Amnesty was also taken aback, with a trace of disbelief in his eyes, he silently raised his head to the carriage board for a while, and said word by word: "Maybe, it's my thigh." Hug well?"

Hou Xiaokang: "..." When the undercurrent of the Shuanghuang was surging, it directly broke the balance, and Kneeling at the Daming Palace was indeed No.1.

"Maybe the emperor sees that I'm handsome and stupid, so cute and easy to control?" Jia She racked his brains and thought about it, and he positioned himself very accurately - a pet.Still a fool who is loved from house to house.

Just shaking the goosebumps all over his body, Hou Xiaokang looked down at the eldest sister who was nestling in Jia She's arms, with a solemn expression, "The emperor can't protect you forever, you should stand on your own now!"

Hearing this, Jia She nodded solemnly, stared at Hou Xiaokang, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Kangkang."

Thank you for burying me with duplicity, but still thinking about me.

Thank you for ignoring the gossip.

thank you!

Jia Shen's mind was filled with words composed of gorgeous rhetoric, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he had so little ink in his stomach that he couldn't say those moving words.

Hou Xiaokang saw that Jia Amnesty listened to the persuasion, and snorted coldly: "If I had known today, why bother!"

After finishing the words, I felt a little naive again, and a thought came to my mind - who changed Jia She? !

Uncomfortably turning his gaze, Hou Xiaokang said thoughtfully that he would bring his eldest sister and grandparents here every ten days, which moved Jia Amnesty to tears.

After talking a lot, Hou Xiaokang left people the golden sore medicine, and carried the dingy mud monkey back to the city.

Watching the man ride away with his lively little grandson on horseback, Jia Amnesty returned to the camp with a look of envy.

When will he be able to sneak the big fat grandson's little bird? !

Jia Lian, who was hated by his father, sneezed heavily, wrapped in a thin quilt in the inn, and looked at Ying Zheng with a guilty face, "Brother, I'm sorry for dragging you down."

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Jia Amnesty faced the scrutinizing eyes of the crowd without any pressure, and continued to dig holes step by step. When he realized that his posture was not right, he humbly learned from others.No one with the right attitude can find fault.

Gradually, Jia Amnesty consciously integrated into this big group, and began to talk about family matters intimately: how old is he, will he marry a wife and have a big fat boy, very down-to-earth topics.

Waiting for people to reply, Jia Amnesty narrowed his eyes, having fun, and then changed the topic to the ugly scholar in a few words.

You can't blame him for his curiosity killing the cat and prying into privacy.

It's just too weird.

Everyone in the world is "ashamed of litigation", and those who have been sentenced, no matter how big or small, show that they cannot be suppressed by clan etiquette.

The people he has come into contact with these days are all thieves who live in a meager life without even a piece of land.It is true that many of them lost their family property due to gambling, and they had some vision in pampering them before.But to be honest, Xungui still has three, six, or nine grades. He basically spent his life in the wealthy district in the east of the inner city, and he didn't know such an ugly scholar at all.

"Lord Jia, it is said that this ugly scholar does not want to go out, so he is in charge of food here." Liu Erhu replied with a flattering smile to Jia She, with a hint of disdain in his words, "It's just a rabbit, and I don't want to go out." Have the face to say that he is a scholar."

"You didn't force me?" Jia She was startled, and looked Liu Erhu up and down.I just feel that the other party has a heavy taste.What's so good about this tough guy, it's like eating steamed buns, he must be biting his teeth!

"This is a huge injustice!" Liu Erhu looked red-eyed anxiously, and pulled the person next to him to testify to him, "Are you talking about the ugly scholar being a softie?"

"Yes, although Liu Erhu forced him before, but he half-pushed it. This flamboyant..."

Seeing that the topic was getting rough, Jia She waved his hand and interrupted the gossip. He carried a hoe and silently scraped the soil, and glanced at the ugly scholar not far away from time to time who had been taciturn.

Ugly Book lowered his eyes and smiled coldly, covering the haze in the corners of his eyes.

It's really strange, the other party is obviously ugly, but when he is silent, he has a gentle and jade-like temperament.

Jia She looked and looked, recalling the cold tone of the other party when he revealed his identity, his eyes lit up.

This kind of "I am a man with a story!" written all over his body is like a feather around the soles of his feet, itching him so angry that he is determined to find out the truth.

After waiting for ten days, Hou Xiaokang sent his elder sister over, and Jia Amnesty pulled people to share the gossip about him while serving his sentence, and talked about this person.

Seeing Jia She's beaming face, Hou Xiaokang wanted to cry, but gradually his face turned darker, and he pondered for a moment, "Ugly scholar?"

"Well, it is said that the name of the other party is not available." He was so mysterious that even his elder could not find out his household registration.

Jia She shook the rattle and teased the eldest sister, and looked at Hou Ziqi, who was holding his elder brother outside, who was waving his little fat hand, and couldn't help laughing, "Your grandfather is too strict, isn't it? Bring your eldest grandson here to experience it?"

"The child asked to come here after hearing about it." Hou Xiaokang's brows and eyes were slightly smug.

Jia She pursed her lips, full of envy.The grandson of someone else's family, the grandson of someone else's family!

Just as Jia Amnesty was staring at the two brothers who were outside, Hou Xiaokang's face was covered with a layer of frost, which was frighteningly cold, "If you read correctly, you'd better not provoke him."

"why?"

"29 years ago, Yimao Ke Zhong Mukui had a brilliant literary talent, so although he looked ugly, he still had a good reputation.

Emperor Wu cherished his talents, tried his best to overcome all opinions, and awarded him the number one scholar. "

"No. [-] Scholar, Yimao Branch... Hey, isn't this my brother Jing's high school year?" Jia She blinked, "Why haven't I heard that there is such a No. [-] person in Beijing?"

"I'm afraid that at that time, Uncle Xi only knew about the four famous prostitutes in the brothel." Hou Xiaokang said coldly: "You don't even look at your age at that time, even if you knew, you would have forgotten it long ago."

Jia She subconsciously counted the pickers, almost 30 years, and it was true that he was young and frivolous at that time, running rampant in the capital.

"He was hailed as an unborn genius, but unfortunately he was short-lived in the political arena, and he was only vaguely heard that he offended the powerful and powerful, and was expelled from the capital."

"Didn't you say that Emperor Xuanwu loves talents? Why would he let him be exiled?"

Hou Xiaokang gritted his teeth, looked up at Jia She, "It is said that he offended Duke Rong's precious young master."

"Eldest young master? From Rongguo Duke's family?" Jia She was startled, couldn't help screaming, and retorted, "How is this possible? To put it bluntly, hot and ugly, I must have an impression!"

"You really don't have any impression?" Hou Xiaokang frowned, "But at that time, many court elders began to be impressed by his talent, and feared that he would become "Zhong Kui No. [-]" to persuade Emperor Xuanwu, but Emperor Wu rejected them all. How about a small storm, you have no impression at all?"

Hearing what Hou Xiaokang said was precise, Jia She thought about it hard, but still shook his head, "That year, I respected my eldest brother for the exam, and I still have a deep impression on it. My grandmother is not in good health, so we just took this opportunity. The Rongning family held a half-moon water feast, and I was sent to the temple to eat half-moon vegetables and radishes."

Hou Xiaokang couldn't help but wonder, "Maybe the information is wrong? I'm going back to the mansion to find out."

"Then you don't want to meet people?"

"No, according to your description, it's almost the same." Hou Xiaokang shook his head.It's none of his business who the ugly scholar is, but the matter of wantonly bullying talented scholars unintentionally drawn out is the top priority.

When he went to the border, this Beijing-China news also came from his family.I didn't see it with my own eyes.

Jia Amnesty is such a bastard that he doesn't bother to tell lies.

If someone framed this matter, then Jia Amnesty was inadvertently reprimanded by many scholars.

The more he thought about it, the colder Hou Xiaokang's complexion became, and he hurried back to the city with another word that conveyed the recent political situation.

"Hey……"

Originally, Jia Amnesty was too idle to gossip, but seeing Hou Xiaokang's solemn appearance, he couldn't help feeling nervous, recalling it carefully over and over again.I found that I really have no impression at all!

The whole person seemed to have a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it no matter what, and his spirit was listless.

Jia Amnesty gritted his teeth, found a time when everyone was fishing, and decided to seek the truth directly.

Holding the white-faced steamed buns from the small stove, Jia She sat next to the people, looked around, and saw that everyone was eating with their heads down, cleared their throats, and said in a low voice: "Speaking of it, you asked for help."

"It's just a fact." The ugly scholar put down his chopsticks, glanced sideways at Jia She, and snorted coldly, "Besides, I was flattering you."

"Please?!" Jia She nodded in a sudden enlightenment, yes, he is still a third-class general after all.

"After all..." The ugly scholar deliberately elongated his tone, lowered his voice, and stared at Jia Amnesty intently, as if he was recalling the scene he accidentally encountered back then through his face.

It's a pity, tiger father and dog son.

The three-point demeanor of his father could not be seen on the delicate face that was maintained.

The charm that can make the emperor fall down.

Ha ha!

"After all, you are just a little rabbit." The ugly scholar sneered with a distorted expression.

Jia Amnesty: "..."