Jia Amnesty of the Red Chamber is the Emperor

Jia Amnesty desperately went mad with two black and swollen eye circles and finally returned within 49 days, but he was eager to return, but he couldn't make it to the white sails hanging high in Jia's house.

His legs were as heavy as if filled with lead lumps, and the feeling of soreness and swelling in his chest was very strange. Jia She stood there with a stiff body.

Situ Yong rubbed his nose, looked at the pitiful appearance of "Father Emperor" who was comparable to Wangfushi, felt guilty for no reason, raised his foot and kicked Jia Lian who was wearing sackcloth and filial piety by his side indiscriminately.

Unprepared, Jia Lian staggered out of the queue, his whole body on the verge of falling.

Situ Yong stretched out his hand to help, bent down and said, "Father, Jia Shizi has been working so hard for his father's funeral for days, and he is in a trance. Please forgive me for being so disrespectful. Now it's an auspicious time, my son Dare to ask my father to bestow a posthumous title on Lord Rong Gong, so as to comfort his spirit in heaven."

After Jia Lian stood still, his face darkened when he heard the words, and he knocked down the hand that was handed over by someone shouting to catch the thief.What I have experienced these days exceeds the salt I have eaten in the first half of my life, and now I have calmed down numbly. Anyway, the worst result is not to be cocky?

My father said that a person must have dignity.

Even if he is not very successful, he can't let the prince lead him by the nose.

Jia Lian looked directly at Situ Yong's astonished expression, twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his chin, and said calmly: "Your Highness, please forgive me for being impolite, but I privately think that a person as noble and charming as Your Highness would not be with someone who lost his father in a trance. Do people care about it?"

Situ Yong raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jia Lian with interest.

Jia Lian clenched his fists tightly with the hands hidden in his sleeves, forcing himself to straighten his neck and stare back proudly without fighting over the steamed buns.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air.

Jia Amnesty: "..."

Situ Yi, who was standing on Jia She's left, resisted the urge to incite each other with one hand, stepped forward, and led Jia She to the mourning hall.

Jia She's heart throbbed as his sight jumped into the big "Dian" character.

Stepping into it step by step, the candles in the house, as thick as a baby's arm, are shining against the golden nanmu, which is very strange in the scent of smoke.

Situ Yi stared at Situ Yong who walked in with a sad face, and after watching the person burn incense, he lowered his voice in a tone of seven parts melancholy and three parts resentment, and whispered something to Jia She , "Because of you, the only thing he can enjoy now is the golden nanmu that was specially given by the grace of saving him. There is nothing else."

Jia She closed his eyes.

"But he is willing to do so, my beloved father."

This sentence knocked into his mind suddenly, and then took root from the beginning to the end, crushed the bone marrow, and turned him into a puddle of spring water.But the blood around him was instantly cold again.

People are gone.

Situ Yong couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, turned his head, and thoughtfully took away the monk who was still doing things, walked out the door and looked at Jia Lian who was unconscious at all, and couldn't help kicking him again.

Do you know that it is a very contemptuous thing to disturb people to confess their loyalty to each other, especially Dusk Love, who has only a few days to live well.

A trace of sadness flashed across Situ Yong's eyes.When he followed the dark guard to Luweichou and saw his bloody father, to be honest, at that moment, he really wanted to chop Jia Amnesty into pieces.

A qualified emperor should not be dragged down by emotions.

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I wish I could smash the coffin into pieces, pull out the person inside, and ask, "Why?!"

An emperor should not do this to a courtier who repeatedly commits crimes, to a courtier who knows that his privacy is still involved with ghosts and gods, to a dude who fights chickens and lackeys.

Jia She was silent for a long time, and finally moved forward, raised his head and gently stroked the coffin, touching the coffin inch by inch along the edge, his movements were extremely gentle.

This emperor...

In fact, he is just an ordinary person.

In his mind, he would cry, laugh, get angry, cherish the feathers, and cherish the reputation very hypocritically... There is a dream of being an emperor through the ages and leaving a name in history.

"What's the use of being strong, if you don't get up, I will ruin your life and wisdom!" Jia She pressed down on the coffin board, poked his fingers, and muttered continuously, "You have been continuously for most of your life." You worked hard and didn't enjoy it very much. As a result, you couldn't even enter the imperial mausoleum when you left. You don't have everything that you should be rich as an emperor. Really... Tsk tsk, why are you being a wise king? ok~”

Jia She frowned, lowered his voice, and sighed long, "Being a foolish king, then I recommend myself to be a courtier, how good is it? But your goal since childhood is to be a wise king, and you have been fighting for this goal almost all your life. I'm afraid Historian, I am even more afraid that the words of the world will ruin your hard work all your life. Others who have learned martial arts and the emperor's family are also buying and selling, but this world does not allow me to sell it..."

"I'll buy it!" someone whispered behind him, "I don't know the asking price? Can I pay in installments?"

Jia She turned his eyes and saw Situ Yong standing in a white shirt, as if he had been struck by thunder in an instant, no matter whether it was surprise or fright, at this moment, he was completely unresponsive.

Seeing this, Situ Jin quickened his pace when he came out of the inner hall.Although he acquiesced to Situ Yong's seemingly nonsense announcement of Jia Amnesty's death.But he also knew that Jia She's body was badly injured at the time, and he was already exhausted.

He was able to survive because of the supernatural power left by the legendary grandmother for Jia Amnesty.It's no wonder that the other party was still alive and kicking in the Drunk Flower Workshop day and night, it was all because of being hacked.

Moreover, the matter of rebellion is very important. If someone with a heart follows the clues, then Jia Amnesty will be criticized by others. It is not uncommon for people to coerce public opinion.

and also……

Situ Jin's eyes flashed, revealing a trace of helplessness.

The fussy kids at home need a reassurance.

Now that he has decided to let go, he needs to give the future emperor a weakness.

Only one step away from the other party, Situ Jin pressed all kinds of chilling imperial power tricks secretly, stood still, looked at the emaciated Jia She, with eyes almost bloodshot, raised his eyes to stare at him, and wiped his face with his hand Unknowingly shed tears.

When Jia She heard this, his heart trembled, he lowered his head, and stared at the long and elongated shadow on the ground with wide eyes.He was afraid that all this was his illusion.He didn't come back to his senses until he felt a warm touch on his face and a deep voice sounded in his ear.

Jia She's eyes darkened, and he looked at him calmly for a while, then pulled off the other's hand, looked at the man with a sad face, "You think I'm stupid, do you think I'm stupid?"

Looking at the white sails raised all around, Jia She couldn't help but get angry.

"How could you be stupid? It's me who is stupid." Situ Jin put his arms around the person and said unhurriedly. Suddenly, he paused and said quickly: "No, it's me who is stupid."

During his recuperation period, apart from caring about state affairs, he also took the time to read a lot of scriptures of talented scholars and beautiful ladies, and he felt that he gained a lot.Just like this self-proclaimed, I and I give each other a completely different sense of comfort.

As for the current situation, no matter what he pretended to be dead, for Jia She, it was indeed a deception.

When a lover is angry, the best way is to calm down.

Taking a deep breath, Jia She was originally furious, but when he raised his eyes, he touched his pupils, even though they were gentle inside, they couldn't resist the trace of fatigue in his eyes.

Can not help but startled.

After thinking about it, it is enough for people to be around. Is there anything more important than this?Compared to death, feigning death is probably equivalent to a harmless joke.

Because, he vaguely understood the unfinished meaning of what Situ Yong said earlier.

It was a love he couldn't bear.

With a lot of thoughts, I wanted to speak, but the hot breath came from my ears, and Jia Amnesty was so frightened that his face was on fire.

this man...

After taking off the dragon robe, his temperament has changed so much?

Can you be so shameless?