Jia Amnesty of the Red Chamber is the Emperor

Situ Jin sipped his tea and lowered his fire.

After a while, Jia Lian came quickly, looked at "Jia Amnesty" with a worried face, after paying his respects, he saw the empty teacup, hurriedly rushed forward, poured tea, and said softly: "Father, you seem to be in a bad mood today? "After finishing speaking, he took another cautious look at Situ Jin's expression, "You..."

"Hmm." Hearing Jia Lian's comfort, Situ Jin raised his chin slightly and glanced sideways at Jia Lian.Looking from the side, this cheap son of his has a pair of red phoenix eyes, beautiful eyes flowing, abruptly revealing a frivolous taste on his originally handsome features, and he can't get rid of the taste of a playboy!

And the self reflected in his eyes is also the eyebrows and eyes carved out of a mold.

With a flicker of downcast eyes, Situ Jin took the tea poured by his cheap son, took a sip, and said, "How are you doing with the things my father entrusted to you before?"

"Father, my son is still in contact with Ren Yazi." Jia Lian hurriedly explained what he had done that day when he heard the question.

Situ Jin nodded, then rubbed his head, "I thought I could change slowly, but today I realized more deeply that the Jia family is not master, slave or not... The guest lady actually lives with Baoyu!" There was a hint of sternness in the last words, "Has your wife butler forgotten the most basic seven-year-old male and female?"

Jia Lian's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly explained: "Father, the old lady arranged this. Brother Feng is just...just..." He hesitated, and Jia Lian couldn't continue.In fact, he also wondered how much the old lady liked her aunt and how much she attached importance to the arrival of the cousin of the Lin family, but she didn't care about the most basic food, clothing and housing.

Situ Jin glanced at the corner of his eyes, revealing a trace of irony, "No one else cares about what's going on inside. Everyone will only say that the Rongguo Mansion has no rules. What's bad is the reputation of the head of the house!"

"This..." Jia Lian followed the words, showing surprise on his face, "Father, are you saying that the second room is ruining our reputation?"

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day!" Waving his hands, Situ Jin took a deep breath and said, "Today you brought people to copy those servants who have ruined their reputation, and my master is in charge. Manpower..." The corners of his mouth twitched, A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he could only kill chickens with a sledgehammer, "Manpower? You take your handwritten letter and go to Ai Mansion in Wuhua Nei Lane to find the housekeeper!"

Jia Lian took the letter solemnly with both hands, a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes, and when he met the housekeeper in Ai Mansion, he led fifty majestic men, and then looked at "Jia Amnesty" with burning eyes.

His father is really hiding something!

Situ Jin waved his hand to signal Jia Lian to take care of Jia's servants, then crushed the letter paper and squeezed it tightly in his hands, but the ball of paper in his palm was like a ball of fire, and his heart was burning with anger.

The Jia family, if you don't clean it up, he really can't bear it!

On this day in the back alley of Rongning, the homes of prominent servants in Rongguo Mansion, especially Master Lai and Zhou Rui's family, were the key targets of rectification, and all of them were copied over!No matter how much the house was ransacked, even if Jia Lian was called soft-hearted, as his subordinates, the well-trained black-clothed servants were not soft-handed at all.

The things that were copied out were also transported to the Rongxi Hall of Jia's family one by one.

In Rongxi Hall, Situ Jin sat at the head, looking up and down at Jia Zheng.

Although Jia Zheng was also sullen with anger at the boxes of copied treasures, for him, the face of Jia Jiarong State Mansion was very important, especially for "Jia Amnesty" who acted so ostentatiously, he didn't like it at all!Because, Jia Amnesty's full confidence comes from the fact that he is the legitimate head of the family.

This is to slap him in the face, telling him that even if he has lived in Rongxi Hall for nearly ten years and walks outside with the name of Rongguo Mansion, he is just...a temporary representative.

For more than ten years, he has forgotten his identity, as it should be... Today is nothing more than a bolt from the blue, bringing the most feared thing in his heart to the surface.

"Brother!" Jia Zheng's tone became more serious, unknowingly with a trace of unkindness, "Nurse Lai is a person who is useful to my mother, and she also watched us grow up. You are not afraid of the cold when you act like this. The heart of a loyal slave!"

"Do cats and dogs from the older generation have to be respectable?" Situ Jin snorted coldly, squinted at the bills that were being brought in continuously, and smiled sullenly, "Second brother, look at the boxes all over the yard and say Is this true?"

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"Evil son, you evil son!" Jiamu came tremblingly on crutches when she received the news. As soon as she entered the corridor, she heard the brother's conversation. The sound said, "You scoundrel, your wings are hardened, and you intend to disobey,"

"What do you mean Ma'am?" Situ Jin got up unhurriedly, gave a family salute slowly, and then sat on the head slowly, unlike the usual half-supporting people.

Jia's mother was so angry that her complexion darkened. Looking at the eldest son who was as upright as a pine and bamboo, her heart skipped a beat, and there was a trace of cruelty in her eyes. This eldest son really has hard wings and refuses to listen to her anymore. !

Turning her eyes slightly, she glanced at the expressions of everyone in the room. Mother Jia was trembling with anger, her chest fell together, "You..." Before she could say a word, she fell down.Fortunately, behind Jiamu, the mandarin duck Amber supported her from left to right, and did not fall to the ground.Moreover, Mrs. Wang, Wang Xifeng and other daughters-in-law were serving, and rushed over when they saw this.

As he has seen thousands of beautiful falling postures, Situ Jin said that he should also pretend to be unconscious.

This kind of lameness is simply ruining the beauty.

"Brother, why did you bother to make..."

"Come on, don't you help the old lady into the house! The old lady is so angry with these slavish slaves that she fell ill, go get the master's famous card and invite the imperial doctor!" Situ Jin also got up and walked quickly to Jia Mu. Beside him, he commanded the servant girl to carry him in, and told Mrs. Wang and Sister Feng to take good care of her son, and said: "Second brother, you have always lived near the Rongxi hall, and you are filial to the old lady. Now you serve the left and right first, and you Brother, I'll come after I finish dealing with these worries."

"Brother, you—"

"Why, second child, don't you want to? I remember that you lived in Rongxi Hall back then, but it was to show filial piety to the old lady, otherwise!" Situ Jin snorted coldly.

After finishing speaking, Situ Jin didn't look at Jia Zheng's expression, let him think all kinds of things, it's ridiculous for him to care about a mere member of the family.

After copying for more than a whole day, Jia Lian's face was pale and cold sweat dripped down. He also copied out many interest deeds from Sister Feng's companion's house, and Lin Zhixiao, the big housekeeper. Complaints and other illegal matters are too numerous to mention.

At night, the Rongguo Mansion was brightly lit. Jia Zhen, who was invited by Jia Zheng to be a rescue soldier, couldn't help shaking when she saw "Jia Amnesty".According to the intuition of the dandy for many years, at this moment, he must not mess with Uncle Shu!

He can even disobey the old lady, and he is afraid that he is just a junior, who is the patriarch's respect, but... Jia Zhen turned around, silently glanced at Jia Zheng, who was looking uneasy, and wanted to pull him away from the house of his new favorite concubine Come out, that look of disdain on his face.

Even if he was rambunctious during the day, so what?In his own house, nothing hinders him, a scholar.

He and Uncle She grew up together, skipped classes together, went whoring, compared birds, got scolded, got ahead together, and have been friends with uncles and nephews for decades, how can a few good words from Uncle Zheng be able to overcome it?

"Uncle Xie, you are in such a big fight." Jia Zhen looked at the mountain of belongings, with a gleam in her eyes, "Can you tell me a little bit, so that my nephew can have a better idea, otherwise," Jia Zhen took a step closer, His eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice: "My nephew still has the title of patriarch. In case the old lady gets involved in the clan, those clan elders will all turn towards her. We are lonely and weak, so it's hard to handle~"

Situ Jin moved his body unobtrusively, moved away from Jia Zhen who was talking, motioned for Jia Lian to come over, and clarified the pile of crimes to others.

Jia Lian had completely convinced Situ Jin, and treated his words like a standard, so he dragged Jia Zhen to find a place, and explained every detail clearly!

Compared with Jia Lian, Jia Zhen is the patriarch anyway. The head of the family in Ningguo Mansion has been in charge for nearly ten years. Everyone was stunned.

Very very very unacceptable!

"Uncle She, you lied to me, all the time..." Impulsively, Jia Zhen rushed out, looked at Jia She, who was sitting on the top and looked down at the account books, looked up, and instantly, the anger in her heart was extinguished.

Jia Zhen staggered, rushed over and wailed, "Uncle Xie, please help me, I can't write Jia's characters in one stroke, you can't leave my nephew alone, remember when you took me to visit Qing..."

"Shut up!" Situ Jin picked up the account book and knocked on Jia Zhen.

This Jia family is really... a mess!

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So at the same time, Jia She, who seemed to have a tacit understanding, put down the pen, yawned, and silently complained that the emperor had too many sons, and he still hasn't clarified the factions brought about by the in-law relationship.

Scratching his ears irritably, Jia She wished to growl to the sky, "When can I go home!"

You have to know that at this time before, you have already listened to ditties, drank flower wine, and are chic, but now, practicing calligraphy and drinking traditional Chinese medicine, this time, how can it be a bitter word.

"Your Majesty, you only wrote fifty words today." Standing behind, Dai Quan silently reminded Jia She, looking at Jia She with ecstatic eyes.

Jia Amnesty: "..."

Holding his chin, he silently glanced sideways at Dai Quan behind him, not wanting to talk to anyone at all, relying on his emperor's body, Jia She silently turned around, pushed away the pen and ink, he needed to get a good night's sleep.

My hands and legs are sore from practicing calligraphy today, and my head hurts.

"Your Majesty, you..." Dai Quan was about to speak out to persuade him, but suddenly a gust of wind blew through the hall, making him feel particularly frightened in the quiet inner room.Silently looking at "Jia Amnesty" who entered from the secret room behind, Dai Quan's brows brightened instantly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After rectifying the servants of Jia's family, he ordered people to count the stolen goods and register them in the register. When Situ Jin received the secret letter from the secret guard, his expression suddenly grew brighter, and he opened the secret passage silently and entered the palace.

As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, what he saw was Jia Amnesty's hands on the imperial case, sleeping comfortably.Signaling Dai Quan to go down, Situ Jin approached and reviewed Jia Amnesty's achievements today.

Looking at the four-faced handwriting on it, he frowned deeply.

He curled his fingers and tapped on the edge of the table, "Jia Amnesty, get up for me!"

Jia She was taking a nap when a voice suddenly sounded, frightening the drowsy person to freeze to death in an instant, he opened his eyes, and immediately his eyes widened, and then he murmured softly, "Even dreaming is a great devil~" After finishing speaking, he buried his head in sleep again go.

Situ Jin: "..."

There was a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth, he walked around behind, grabbed his hair, and pulled it violently.

No way, he can't abuse his body, this punishment is the lightest!

"Ah - woo woo" Jia She immediately howled, but the next second his mouth was covered again, unable to utter a word.Covering his head in pain, he looked at the person with grief and indignation.

"Are you awake?" Situ Jin asked sadly, and put down his palm at the same time.

"En." Jia She stood up tremblingly.

"Sit back and write!" Situ Jin stood next to the dragon chair, pointing to the finished work on it, hating that iron could not be made into steel, "Jia She, Jia She, tell me, how can you even copy it?!"

"Your Majesty, I have written this word for more than thirty years, and it is deeply ingrained~" Jia She pulled Situ Jin's sleeve and wailed, "I really can't do it, without this talent, I used to be..."

Hearing this, Situ Jin rubbed his head, motioned Jia She to leave, looked at the extra cushions on the dragon chair, silently curled the corner of his mouth, and patted Jia She on the head with the memorial, "You can't do business at all, enjoyment is better than waiting." yes~"

Jia Amnesty covered his head, a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes, but since the opponent was the emperor, he silently didn't have the guts to confront him.

After saying a few words, Situ Jin rubbed his temples, sat on the comfortable and soft dragon chair, gave Tianzao a blow, "I don't ask you to write like everything, but a discerning eye can see it at a glance... You think about your own life!"

As soon as he talked about his life, Jia She subconsciously rubbed his neck, then looked at the copybook on the table, recalling the hardships of practicing calligraphy in the past, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and subconsciously said: "Why don't you teach me to write, Your Majesty? My grandmother used to teach by hand!"

"..."

Seeing Situ Jin's suddenly embarrassed expression, Jia Amnesty didn't realize what he had said, and for no reason showed a shy smile in his heart, "Your Majesty, come, come~"

"Don't show me such a stupid look!" Situ Jin paused every word, gritted his back teeth, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to others. If you can't do it, don't ask your ministers to pull~" Jia She said, walking back happily, he wanted to ask people to wash up and go to bed!Moreover, some of the court ladies are good-looking.Even if you can't eat it, it's good to have a look first.

"Hmph!" Situ Jin snorted coldly, lifted the back of his neck, grabbed the person back to his position, and curled his mouth coldly, "I'll teach you to write, if you dare to have a picture that looks completely different, I'll smash the treasure in your private treasury!"

Jia Amnesty shuddered and looked at Situ Jin with dull eyes.He... what did he say just now?

"Sit down and get a pen!" Situ Jin stood aside, his slender and fair dandy hands couldn't hold the thick and powerful hands of the emperor at all, so he had to get closer, half embraced, tightly holding the big hands, and said coldly: " Do I need to start with the most basic writing?"

Jia Amnesty shook his head like a rattle, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, it was too scary!

The temperature covered by the hands continued to spread, but as the blood flowed back, it turned into ice.The deep and majestic voice in the ear was neither sad nor happy, and it instantly became a thunderstorm, rumbling in the sky.

"Be serious!" Feeling Jia Amnesty's stiff and trembling body, Situ Jin was in a good mood for some reason, and taught his own body to write. This experience was also a novel experience.

"Yeah!" Jia She nodded with a bitter face, followed Situ Jin's strength, opened his eyes wide and felt it with his heart.He must practice his handwriting well, and don't experience this kind of tragic experience of being in the same den with wolves, it is simply torture.

Cruel to the extreme!