Jia Amnesty of the Red Chamber is the Emperor

"Even if you pretend, you have to pretend like it!"

In the empty hall, only the echo of these words remained.

Even though Situ Jin lowered his voice, in Jia She's ears it was like a bolt from the blue, splitting him half to death in an instant!Just wanted to refute, but seeing the man's god-like aura, the most important thing was the unimaginable encounter, which made him open his mouth, and after murmuring for a long time, he still didn't dare to say a word.

He was afraid of death and suspected the reason, but he didn't have much brains to investigate!

Now, the sky is falling, and the real dragon emperor is still holding it up.

He just needs to do what people tell him to do!

There was another slight respectful communication from outside the hall. Situ Jin rubbed his brows, gave a few detailed instructions, and then ordered the alchemy to act honestly as a courtier.

Under someone's signal, Jia Amnesty cleared his throat and called someone in.

With an incomprehensible look on his face, he sat on the dragon throne, chatted with "Jia Amnesty", and followed the emperor's instructions, summoned many descendants of meritorious officials who helped him ascend the throne when he was young.

The compilation of a lie requires several lies to make up.

So this day was spent in the emperor's silent nostalgia.

The sudden move completely disrupted the thoughts of all the courtiers, and no one could understand the emperor's next move.

And the families of the missing descendants have their own considerations.

Rongguo Mansion, Jia Mu's residence, a large group of maids and women surrounded Jia Mu, chatting and amusing.

Jiamu took Daiyu with one hand and asked carefully if she was okay. Suddenly, she heard a commotion outside, and her face slowly sank. Before she could speak, she saw Wang Xifeng coming towards her with a happy face, bending over her and making a gesture. Fu wrote, "Old ancestor, great joy! The people from the palace have come with many things, saying that the emperor rewarded our Rongguo Mansion!"

"Really?!" Mother Jia hesitated, and then couldn't help but tremble with joy.Since the master left, the Jia family has never had such an honor.

"Really, old ancestor~" Wang Xifeng smiled, "It's the first time for my granddaughter-in-law to receive her. I'm afraid that something might go wrong, and I need you, old ancestor, to overwhelm the scene!" While speaking, she glanced at Lin Daiyu and thought of Lin Ruhai's second-rank officer Yan. The fat servant of the government, moved in his heart, took Daiyu's hand, and said: "Sister Lin, it can be seen that she is a lucky star. If you enter the door, we will have such a happy event in Rongguo Mansion!"

Following Wang Xifeng's words, Jia's mother joked a few words, her heart moved slightly, her eyes slowly looked at the shy Daiyu, and she thought to herself, it's time to continue writing to bring the two Yu'er together.

Now, the emperor rewarded Rongguo Mansion, and she spoke for Baoyu, and she can straighten her back even more!

A group of people went to the main hall in a mighty way, and ordered the servants to go to the hall first, put down the curtain, and lifted out the screen, ready to accept the emperor's great grace with the whole family.

However, waiting for Jia Mu and his party to come excitedly, what awaited them was an empty hall, and "Jia Amnesty" who sat upright on the head and drank tea leisurely.

---

Situ Jin cast a sidelong glance at Jia Mu who came in all her costumes, and the corner of her mouth twitched.Ever since he accepted Jia Amnesty's memory, he has been famous for a long time for the old lady of the Jia family who can raise the eldest son who wants to establish the second son, and the concubines in the backyard are all daughters!

At the age of seventy, her hair on the temples is like silver, but her steps are dotted with emerald green and red, and she is of the highest quality in the attire of the duke and wife of a country, extremely luxurious and rich.Even if it is well maintained, there will be traces of time on the face after all, but the eyes are full of love, the feeling he is most familiar with, ruthless!

Jia Mu was over seventy years old, but she was still in good spirits. When she saw this, she asked loudly, "Where is the visitor from the palace?"

Situ Jin turned his head and took a deep look at Jia Mu, put down the teacup slowly, got up, and saluted, "Ma'am!" Then he replied unhurriedly: "Rewards from the palace, my son, as the head of the family, Naturally, after inviting people to drink tea, I went back, the nobles in the palace are busy, so it is not easy to delay casually."

As he spoke, he asked the servants to lift up the boxes of things, and said with a smile: "The emperor misses the old days. After he came down to court, he specially kept his son to have a conversation, thinking of his grandfather's kindness. You know that the child was raised under the grandmother's knee since childhood, and the old man loves it." Speaking of ancient times, the child followed his grandmother's words and told some heroic deeds of his grandfather, and then..." Situ Jin bent down deeply, with a look of regret and guilt welling up in his heart, "Only thinking about the past, my son knows that he has spent so much time in a muddle. All my life, I have been ashamed of the name of the older generation of Rongguo Mansion, and I have been ashamed of the kindness of my parents in nurturing me, and I have been speechless in the face of the noble robe of a first-class mighty general."

Mother Jia looked at the utensils bestowed by the emperor, and was about to have them registered in a book. They were enshrined in the ancestral temple, which showed that the emperor had not forgotten their family.But when he heard the words of "Jia Amnesty" suddenly, his eyes flickered slightly, and from the corner of his eye he glanced at the eldest son who looked like two people, his heart skipped a beat, and he frowned slightly!

There is a faint feeling that something is wrong.However, what he said made sense.

A look signaled the servant girl to lead the juniors back.

If later, Jia Amnesty becomes unscrupulous, she will have to save face.

After going to the inner hall, the servants of Jia Mu's confidants are serving in the house.

Looking around, Mother Jia leaned on the soft bed and snorted angrily, "What you said earlier sounds good! But, even a junior knows that this is a happy event for the whole family, and you made it so embarrassing. You have never received the imperial decree to seal the reward. I don’t know that the eunuchs on this rice paper are all the emperor’s confidantes. If you offend me, the whole family will suffer. Is it true that your wings are hard after talking? You have to weigh it My own weight, I can't learn it since I was a child..."

It sounds like it's all for the family, with a heart of fists!

But what are these words saying, so uncomfortable?

Situ Jin frowned slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched. After listening to the babbling, at the end, he said, "After your second younger brother leaves the office, I will let him polish the pen to thank you!"

How can he say that there is only Jia She's personal seal in the study room, but no name card of Rongguo Mansion!

hehe~~

Situ Jin's complexion darkened an inch.

He asked Jia She to pretend to be the emperor, to act like one!

However, as soon as the thought of asking him to pretend to be a dude came to mind, the image of the beautiful concubine accompanying him, drinking and playing with birds flashed in his mind, three black lines appeared on his forehead instantly, and Situ Jin tightly held the fan in his hand!

He will never survive!So depressed, I don't know why, I am confused!

With a cold snort in his heart, Situ Jin's expression changed, "Since my wife is so reasonable and thoughtful, she should also know that women obey three virtues and four virtues, and father obeys son in death."

"Rebel!"

Hearing "Jia Amnesty"'s cold and unfeeling words, she was not as obedient as usual, and even dared to go against her words, "You..." With trembling hands, "You are not afraid of being called disobedient." Your title!"

Situ Jin bent down, unable to find any mistakes in etiquette, and slowly said: "Rebellion is common in the world, but unkindness is also common. I am not afraid of the public court, madam. I have lived in a stable for more than ten years, and I have written to ask for my cousin. Filial piety, this fact has been proved convincingly!"

"You...Nizi," Jia Mu was furious and threw down the porcelain cup in front of her in a fit of rage. In an instant, there was a crackling sound in the room. Noisy tone.

"...My lord, why did you leave me alone and leave, now it's just a reward from the emperor, and you're coming back... The face earned by the blood of the ancestors has been ruined by this unfilial son... "

Facing the mournful mother Jia who was crying, Situ Jin was unmoved at all, but subconsciously leaned forward a step, wanting to lean forward to help her up.

Immediately, his consciousness turned around, and his forward pace froze. The picture appeared in Situ Jin's mind!

"Master, where are you, don't hide!"

"Young master, come out, this slave has surrendered!"

Five-year-old Jia She watched the boy passing by his hiding place with a proud expression, then, he lifted the flowers covering his body and hid behind the rockery in the garden, when he heard Jia Shishi's words suddenly.

"Master was stationed outside by the emperor's troops, but he came back with a charming little hoof! This little hoof is still pregnant..."

"Madam, don't be sad, you still have the young master!"

"Hey, my son, he..." Mother Jia shed tears sadly, and the next words, the young Jia She didn't hear clearly, and they were blurred by the age, but they firmly remembered, this sentence , "Don't be sad, there is still the young master!"

Situ Jin: "..."

This Jia Amnesty, should I say pure or stupid?

---

Jia She, who was being chanted, was sitting on the dragon throne, holding a memorial in his hand, in a watching posture, but his eyes were empty, and his mind was wandering.Suddenly my nose was itchy, and I couldn't help sneezing, but when I thought of the historians sitting in rows on the left, and the imperial doctor waiting in the side hall, I couldn't help but lean up, trying to hold back the sneeze!But the more I thought about it, the more itchy my nose felt, as if there were feathers scratching it. I couldn't bear it for a long time, and couldn't control the emperor's appearance, so I sneezed loudly -- "Ah..."

Then, looking at the mountain of memorials on the imperial case, the sound of sneezes continued.

God, I'm going to lose my life!

Zhe, Shou, De!

Moreover, dizziness, dizziness, vomiting, diarrhea, sneezing in the middle, and cold.

The pain was simply unbearable.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"No problem!" Jia Amnesty waved his hand, ordering people to shut up, and suddenly opened his eyes, revealing the most fierce gaze in his life, as sharp as a knife.Then, he slowly put down the notebook, frowned and racked his brains for a long time, finally started to write, and approved the first ink pen memorial in his life.

He read this memorial for more than half an hour, but he still didn't understand it, what did he say!

The nonsense is too long, and the words of greetings to An are endless, and there are a few words that he can't read. He has to read the emperor's memory to understand which allusion he used, and he is flattering the emperor.

In the middle, it is written that the price of salt has risen recently, it is difficult for the common people to use salt, salt merchants can live with rare goods, private salt sales...

The hand holding the pen trembled slightly, dipped it in the bright red cinnabar, thought for a long time, and then slowly wrote, sonorously, "I know!"

He silently flipped through the emperor's memory, and the number of words in the reply to the memorial was often hundreds or thousands. Just this sentence, he didn't even need to compare it, it was the least number of words.

It's the easiest way to write!

Jia Amnesty started to write quickly, and the number of memorials one after another decreased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a glance, I know it!

Take a look, I've read it!

Write a letter, I am in good health!

Use the pen, I will not establish a prince!

That's it!~~~

Silently applauding himself in his heart, Jia She admired the last memorial complacently, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Looking at the flamboyant handwriting on it, he suddenly froze. Why does this word become more and more familiar the more he looks at it? ?

It seems... is his word.

He followed his grandmother since he was a child, and was enlightened by his grandmother. The handwriting has a hint of elegance. Later, he copied the thin gold body, which is slender and long, and looks incomparably elegant.

And the emperor's font in memory is rigorous and neat, and I like italics.

A discerning eye can tell the difference between the two!

discern, come out,

distinguish!

come out!

That is to say...

Jia Amnesty stared dumbfounded at the already approved memorial, his head exploded instantly with a bang.

Your Majesty, help me! ! ! ! ! !