Prince of the Red Chamber wins rebirth

I don’t know, Jia Daihua also thinks the same way. Originally, he wants to pretend to be a kind elder, so as to take the opportunity to win Yang Mu’s favor, and then introduce him to his son, so that Jia Jing will have a strong enough helper by his side.

There is no need for Yang Mu to do anything, as long as it is frequent visits, return visits, and young people going out to eat, drink and have fun together, people will naturally classify the two together.

Jia Daihua was confident enough that his son would get along well with Yang Mu. After all, his son was sensitive and eager to learn, so it was reasonable for the two to discuss some knowledge.

The most important thing is, Yang Mu, this person not only has a sufficient background, but also has excellent abilities. He is qualified to be an official, has enough wisdom, and is quick-witted.

Of course, he also reads well, and he is considered a rare and motivated person in the capital.

According to Jia Daihua's understanding, the "beating the drum to appeal for grievances" directly knocked Jia Shishi out of the dust, and it was definitely not done by his nephew.

The kindness and weakness in Jia She's heart would never do this kind of thing, without him, it was too ruthless, and it was extremely tragic.

One mistake and everything is lost, but with Yang Mu, he was still a child.He solved the biggest crisis around Jia Amnesty cleanly and directly obtained the right to inherit the Rongguo Mansion. He didn't even have to wait until Jia Daishan was old, and even put on the label of "filial piety" for himself, which made it impossible to refute.

Thinking about it makes me shudder, Jia Daihua really knows Jia Shishi's ability too well, for so many years in the Rongguo Mansion, he insisted on one thing, controlled Daishan's backyard, and all the heirs were born of him, which is enough to show his skill.

On this day, after Jia Daihua finished his official business, he said to Yang Mu kindly, "Why don't we go to the small shop in front of us to rest for a while, the weather is so tossing." The sky was overcast, and the north wind howled , the snowflakes fluttered, and it hurt my face when I hit it.

Yang Mu nodded, without being pretentious, he directly got into Jia Daihua's carriage, instead of insisting on riding.

After getting into the carriage, Yang Mu couldn't help but snorted comfortably, it was much more comfortable than riding a horse, alas, the rule that courtiers can only become sedan chairs when they are in their forties is really too much, young people are also afraid of the cold!Especially this kind of ghost weather.

Jia Daihua poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Mu, "Take a sip to warm your body, this tossing is exhausting enough."

Yang Mu took it and drank it down, feeling much warmer on his body, his limbs and bones were warmed up, and sighed: "This sip of hot tea is really rare."

Jia Daihua smiled kindly and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. The weather this year is really weird. In previous years, at the end of March and the beginning of April, the grass was already growing and the warbler was flying. We went out for an outing." Frowning slightly, he said: " I'm afraid this weather is not a peaceful year, and there will be a famine."

Yang Mu often gets out of the car, "It's been a sad year, and there will only be more and more things in the future." Just like Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty once killed the White Snake Uprising.

Now everyone in the court is in danger, and they are still concerned about the abolition of the crown prince. Most of the generals in the court, like Jia Daishan, who are loyal to the Holy One are in their twilight years, and most of them who are in their prime are leading the army outside, like the lunatic left. It may not be possible to return to the capital.

It's the time when there is no answer, in case there are mobs...

Jia Daihua didn't seem to want to talk, but just closed his eyes and rested his mind until he entered the tavern. Before Jia Daihua gave an order, Xiaoer served all the wine and dishes, eight hot dishes, and a pot of boiling water. rice wine.

There were only Jia Daihua and Yang Mu in the whole tavern, and there were no other guests. The shopkeeper was lying on the table and snoring.

Jia Daihua served wine to Yang Muman, "Drink some wine first to warm up your body. Just now in the hall of Li's house, you were blown away enough. You are really dead, you can't even stop the living."

Yang Mu put down the wine cup, and said sincerely: "I can't complain that such a British lord as Tang Taizong has to be buried by future generations!" Funerals are really exhausting. I just went to pass the decree, and I was almost frozen into an ice sculpture after going through the scene , This filial son and filial grandson don't know what it is like.

Jia Daihua smacked his lips, "This is also the purpose of inviting my nephew to come today." Jia Daihua suddenly regained his energy, staring at Yang Mu and said word by word: "Jia Daishan has not been buried yet, and the Holy Majesty is guarding him every day." A corpse."

Yang Mu was startled, and the wine cup in his hand dropped, "How, how is this possible?" Yang Mu personally accompanied Jia She to bury Jia Daishan. During the funeral, Yang Mu accompanied Jia She every day, I'm afraid he has something wrong, the two of them stay together day and night, and they don't spend more than a cup of hot tea apart, and Jia Daishan's body was watched by Yang Mu and others. How can this be false? The contact time is short, but old servants like Jiao Er and Lin Shen have been with Jia Daishan all their lives, so how could they not be able to tell the difference.

A ridiculous thought emerged from the bottom of Yang Mu's heart, and he stammered, "No, it won't be,"

"It's not what you think. Jia Daishan was never buried at all, and the one who was encoffined was just a substitute." Fortunately, the king of a country, the true son of heaven, did not go to play a guest role as a tomb robber.

Yang Mu could only let Xiaosong breathe a sigh of relief. The problem is, even if it's not a tomb robber, it's too... too scary to guard a corpse.

However, even so, Yang Mu could foresee that Jia She's future would be bleak.

Jia Daihua lowered his voice and said, "When it's hot, the corpse can't keep its original shape." The Holy Majesty must be satisfied with such a weather!

Yang Mu didn't know what to say anymore, "But isn't this weather a natural disaster?"

Jia Daihua twisted a peanut and put it in his mouth, "Of course it is *. These days, the guys from Qingxuguan have gone back and forth to the palace many times in the name of offering salvation to the deceased, and each time they bring a One or two monks and priests from outside."

"I know that once, the Taoist priest did not leave the palace, and lived in the place where Jia Daishan lived before his death."

Yang Mu can't think anymore, this is too unbelievable, and it can't be judged that it's the Taoist priest's fault based on this, and it's just the abnormal weather.The essence of this is that it is too mysterious, and it is not a story about gods and monsters.

"You may not know, and you don't know much about what happened back then, so you always take it for granted that it's just a storm." Jia Daihua looked at the wind and snow outside the window, and his voice seemed to come from the distant sky, " If you like someone, you will go crazy when you like it to the extreme, and you will be obsessed with his every frown and smile, and you are willing to hold everything in the world to his side, as humble as an ant." Paused, "I don't even care about death , is alive."

Yang Mu's heart trembled, he felt bored and panicked, at a loss.

"This feeling must have been experienced by you."

Jia Daihua said sternly: "No matter what, we can't just watch this matter continue, someone has to come forward to stop it."

Only then did Yang Mu regain his sanity, and said dryly: "Even if it's true, um, obsession. There may not be such things as ghosts and gods in this world. Besides, that person is very discerning."

Jia Daihua laughed loudly, "Nephew, does he know Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi and Tang Minghuang. Mingjun, it is true, but there are some things that are very persistent."

Qin Shihuang insisted on unifying the world all his life, but still trusted Xu Fu, resulting in the death of more than a thousand boys and girls overseas.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty made outstanding achievements in his life, but the emperor of Zhongxing made disasters repeatedly in order to live forever, and he didn't even protect his descendants.

Tang Minghuang was also obsessed with this way in order to see his concubine again.

These are not stupid kings, but each has done something, which is admired by future generations.

Thinking of this, Yang Mu's whole body was drenched in cold sweat, his heart was beating violently, as if he was in the middle of the sea, like a flat boat, repeatedly riding on the waves, unable to get a moment of peace.

Jia Daihua ordered someone to light the incense, "This incense can calm the mind, get rid of mania, and calm the mind." Looking at Yang Mu, he said, "It's really taboo for an official to show his nephew's expression. No matter when and where Mount Tai collapses in front of you without changing your face, you can take the initiative, otherwise you will fall behind, and it will be difficult to win this round."

Yang Mu tried his best to calm himself down, took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Are you sure these things are true?" The purpose is not just to preserve Jia Daishan's body. This trivial matter can be replaced by an ice cellar. It must have taken such a big effort, there must be a big enough plan, otherwise, how could that person be willing to cooperate.

Jia Daihua glanced at Yang Mu, "There are some people, there are certain things. Even if they are doing something in secret, they can't be hidden from the eyes of those who are interested."

Jia Daihua's words directly admitted that he has an eyeliner in the palace, and his status is not low, at least he can freely enter and leave the palace.

Jia Daihua seemed to see through Yang Mu's thoughts, "Everyone is afraid. After all, the theory of gods and monsters is really illusory. But there is no one in this world who would say it categorically. This is nonsense."

"Wake up the dead, and disturb the rest of the dead will be cursed. And it takes a lot of preparation to make such a big noise."

Yang Mu hesitated and said, "Uncle Shi, what do you mean by preparation?"

"Sacrifice. I accidentally flipped through "Fengshen Yanyi". The gods in it like to use living sacrifices when they form formations." Jia Daihua said affirmatively: "In ancient times, kings used living sacrifices. , so that in the coming year, the weather will be smooth and the country will be safe and peaceful.”

Jia Daihua asked silently: "Have you seen the big bronze tripod?"

Yang Mu nodded.

"That's for cooking meat, and the nobles will and will definitely share it." Smiling, "It's the source of the 'blessed meat' every morning on the first day of the new year, but now we use pigs, beef and sheep."

Yang Mu coughed dryly, ran to the back hall and vomited violently for a while, only to be helped back by the shopkeeper who didn't know when he woke up.