Jia Amnesty of the Red Chamber is the Emperor

Jia She answered casually, "Who is the Seventh?" After he finished speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, and silently pulled the emperor's memory up to the sky. Then, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he continued to rack his brains to look at the past scene after scene. In the end, I was ashamed and came to a conclusion: obscurity.

When the seventh prince, Situ Wen, was born, her mother had no name or distinction, but was just a female official next to Concubine De, and after she gave birth to him, she was made a noble person.Originally, Concubine De concubine gave birth to a son and would raise the seventh prince, but because she poisoned the concubine and murdered the emperor's heir, she was given death after her crime was exposed. The son is under one year old and still waiting to be fed, but the high-ranking concubines in the harem push the ball to each other. When no one wants it, they favor his mother to raise him, and he is promoted to Zhaoyi.However, after that, I didn't pay much attention.

The most important thing is, in line with Emperor Taining's temperament of liking innocent children, no matter what, he will keep him by his side for a year or two. !

To sum up, Huang Sang is also a carnivorous and temperamental person, haha!

But according to him, I would rather hold two cute fat doll models, little fifteen and little sixteen, instead of a baby who is sick and crooked like a little frozen cat.The first thing you see is the color!

Situ Jin sighed insignificantly when he saw the man turned upside down in deep thought.He would suspect Lao Qi because of the four major families in the south of the Yangtze River in a seal, and the words used to attack the Jia family's in-laws were all hidden needles, extremely sharp, and poked his anger.Of course, if it wasn't for this bizarre encounter, he would definitely be furious, but now, Jia Amnesty has invisibly raised his tolerance.

At this level, it is ridiculous to get angry!

The authorities were confused by the onlookers, and when they calmed down, with the attitude of an onlooker, they discovered the clues of the memorials and words.Although he also accused Lin Ruhai of colluding with officials and businessmen to give his in-laws Xue's family and others a lure, but this degree was within his tolerance.Maybe, as long as Lin Ruhai made some clarifications, the influence would be eliminated.

And Jiangnan Salt Administration, Lin Ruhai, Salt Merchant... The connection of each piece made him think of the seventh son who had been neglected all this time.His mother's family is also in the south of the Yangtze River - Gusu!

And... Situ Jin raised his fingers and pressed against the stack of memorials spread out on the table, with a sarcastic smile clearly showing on the corner of his mouth.

Whether it is a loyal minister or a capable minister, they are all rushing to the next round of the game, just waiting for him to kick his legs!

No, he is the emperor, even if he dies, he will be shocked and weep ghosts and gods!

beat!die!Ya!of!

After gritting his teeth, Situ Jin lowered his head in astonishment. Ever since he had the memory of Jia She, he found that he had become more and more depraved.

It's just... Situ Jin took a deep breath, and buried himself in the pile of memorials silently. He had to calm down and find the feeling of being an emperor!

Seeing that people were seriously reviewing the memorials, Jia Amnesty looked busy, glanced at them secretly, and moved slowly. He wanted to find the big fat grandson and his father, and tortured them to death.

Isn't everyone smart and top-notch?I want to use violence to crush you to death!

From tomorrow, I will run to the top of the mountain with a load every day to watch the sunrise.

The reason is: the emperor must have military power in his hands.The first step of having military power is very different from the experience of our soldiers.

The princes who had been digging the ground all day in the village sneezed loudly.

Situ Yong lay bored in the Datong shop, no longer in the mood to complain about his father's wrong nerve, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't dare to close them, for fear that when they closed them, the image of them watering and fertilizing the vegetable seedlings would suddenly appear in his mind What is it.

"Ouch..." I can't even think about it!

With sour gas in his stomach, Situ Yong hurriedly went outside to find a place overgrown with weeds, opened his mouth, and spit out heartily.

"Second brother, drink some water!"

"Thank you!" Situ Yong turned around and took the teacup, thanked him, then knelt down to fight against the fishy smell in his mouth, "Xiaoqi, I'm sorry to trouble you, we brothers all fell down."

"Second brother, you're joking." Situ Wen squinted his slender phoenix eyes and rinsed his mouth in satisfaction.The face is already beautiful, but there is a faint paleness on the lips. In this deep forest and wilderness, against the cold moonlight and bright starlight, there is an extra charm that suddenly appeared in the middle of the night in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio , His heart tightened when he saw it, and he was slightly absent-minded.

"Does it feel better?" Situ Yi held Xiao Shiliu, who was crying miserably, in his hands, and watched Situ Yong also fall down. Really down!The lack of a labor force is simply a house leak and it rains overnight. God knows, how much endurance he spent before he could resist the thought of slapping and knocking everyone unconscious. The yard is full of weak soldiers and weak generals!

There are so many students, what are you doing? !

For the first time in his life, Prince Zhongcheng, who was regarded as loyal and straightforward by later generations, greeted his father, full of resentment.

"good!"

"Second brother, you need to get better soon~"

"Ok!"

"Okay, we still want to eat piglets, okay?"

"Little Sixteen!"

"..."

Seeing people chatting and laughing, more and more brothers gathered around, no matter if they were modest or hypocritical, they always talked and laughed together.However, Situ Wen clenched his fists silently and stepped back step by step.

Looking at Shiliu whose clothes are still neat and tidy like a golden boy in a New Year painting, looking at the prince with a graceful smile like a spring peony, looking at a gentleman with a tall and straight figure... Situ Wen couldn't help but dig his fingernails into the palm of his hand, bleeding flesh , My heart is full of resentment.

Just like today, on the ridge of the field, no one can separate the ears of rice among the heaven's favored sons in the courtyard, only him!

except him

Can say one by one!

But what's the use?

They are born noble and noble.

Especially the former prince, who was protected seamlessly and saw no suffering in the world, and even what he saw in the palace was a scene of fatherly kindness and son filial piety.I never knew that someone was practicing literature and martial arts day and night for the weak father's love, and I never knew that someone needed to spend a day and a night to learn his poems and essays that he could master in less than half a stick of incense.never knew...

Everything about him is like a joke!

However, just because I looked down so much, I really wanted to strangle him by the throat, pinch him down, and lift off the piles of bones piled up under his tall spire.

How can it be just abolished?

And... A ruthless streak flashed across Situ Wen's eyes, he knew the way to survive in the palace since he was a child, winning the king and defeating the bandit, stealing the country and becoming the emperor!

The resentment has become so strong that it has penetrated into the bone marrow and can no longer be eradicated, so let's fall together.

Situ Wen stood beside him with a smile on his face, listening to the words of "Brothers, Brothers and Brothers", and the sound of crows passing by outside the window, his eyes sparkled, and his smile became more and more sincere.

His father, who has always been aloof, would probably think of his existence.

But the good show has slowly played out.

Without noble lineage, proud mother clan, and civil servants and military generals, all these can be taken away slowly.

As for the unpredictable father, so what?

He is old!

Ha ha……

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"Ah Choo---"

Jia She, who was being talked about by others, rubbed his nose, and looked at the three pages of eloquent 36 tricks of the little fox who tortured his grandfather to death, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he put on his waist and laughed strangely.

The next second, crackling memorials flew in the air, and Jia Amnesty fled in a hurry holding the fruits of a hard night's work.

"My eyelids are always twitching, you're still smiling, what's so funny?!" Situ Jin cast a sidelong glance at Jia She, "I've almost practiced my handwriting, so I'll approve An Zhezi , if you dare to write only my reading, I will beat you to death!"

"Your majesty..." Jia She wiped away the unwarranted sweat, trembling, and opened his mouth cautiously, "Your majesty, do you feel that recently...you seem to be more irritable, isn't that... more..."

"You're just in menopause! Jia She, if you dare to say something about my grandmother again, I will let you go down to see my grandmother!"

Jia Amnesty heard this sentence, held the paper in his hands, walked away silently with his head drooping, spread out the paper, and secretly changed the weight from one catty to ten catties, telling your father to bully me, and I will bully you to death !

If you have the ability, go to your father, his old man agrees!

"Don't make me stupid!" Situ Jin sat at the top, seeing Jia She's corrections with a pen, the corners of his lips twitched, his forehead was raised, and his words were neither salty nor weak, "Now it's a mess. One regiment, when I asked Zhong Jinghou to go to Beijing to report on his duties, we secretly took five thousand elite soldiers to enter the city, so don't reveal your secrets when the time comes!"

"Ah?" Jia She stopped holding the pen, looked back, and looked at the emperor in bewilderment. Immediately, his whole body was shaken. Those eyes, which had been in front of the mirror for decades, were always hooked. Fengliu, used to seduce the eyes that are capable of shooting and shooting, for a moment, a murderous aura leaked out.

"I will settle the old debts that have accumulated over the years first, and then I will teach them well, what is ginger or old spicy!"

"Small ones are not bad~"

Situ Jin: "..."

Jia Amnesty retracted under the table with a vigorous figure.

Situ Jin snorted coldly, "The Jia family is very lively, Your Majesty, would you like to watch tomorrow and discuss whether it is Mrs. Jia's partiality or Jia's mother's partiality?"

Jia Amnesty continued to shrink, poking his head out while shrinking to look at Situ Jin's expression.He naturally knew what kind of troubles would ensue if Chixin Pavilion was revealed to be owned by his elder lord.

However, he believed in the emperor that light force could solve everything.

The fist is hard!

Situ Jin glanced at the memorial that was almost finished on the case, and the hourglass in front of the desk was dripping quietly. Compared with the past, he was quietly reviewing the memorial by himself. Now, although there is someone making jokes, the speed is much faster.

Perhaps it was the drive to teach Jia She a lesson after the approval was completed earlier, or the resentment that supported him?

Lowering his eyes, he glanced at Jia She, who poked his head out from under the table and looked at him curiously. Situ Jin took out a bright yellow scroll, spread it out, dipped the tip of his pen in ink, and wrote freely.After finishing writing, he took a steady look at the black and white words on the paper, sighed heavily, and laughed again, took out the jade seal, stained it with Indonesia, and slowly covered it.

"Tomorrow afternoon, let Dai Quan come to Rongguo Mansion to announce the decree!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and Shi Shi ran away from the secret path.

Jia Amnesty was stunned.

Dai Quan came in to see the people stuffed under the table, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Your Majesty, it's cold here, come out quickly!"

"No... It's easy to come in, but..." Jia She moved with difficulty, and the next moment the table buzzed, and he cried silently, "I'm stuck!"

Dai Quan: "..." Your Majesty, can you speak without this face?

After some twists and turns, Jia She, who finally crawled out from under the table, rushed to the throne in a hurry. He was itching in his heart just now, what imperial decree did the emperor write?Let him ridicule again and again.

As soon as he opened it, Jia She's eyes shone brightly, "Neixiang, I've been promoted!"