[Red Mansion] Master is always taken away

Jia She felt that his courage was getting bigger and bigger.

In the past, not to mention seeking to usurp the throne, but thinking of His Majesty the Emperor, he didn't dare to think too much about it. Although he would have some petty calculations in his heart, at most he was calculating how to embrace a prince who might inherit the throne. Thick thighs, fortunately, he will feel proud in front of his good brother.

Fortunately, he is "clear-headed" now. Many things that he used to think were big things, but now that he has changed his thinking and mentality, Jia She felt that his former self was really useless.Even the eldest niece Yuan Chun whom he met a few nights ago was nothing more than a clever girl showing off, she just followed the emperor, she was just a concubine, not worth talking about.

What's more, regarding Yuan Chun... Jia She had a dangerous smile on his face, he was just making use of it, there are people in the palace, when necessary, Emperor Xianning's harem really needs some nourishment from the wind and rain, he doesn't mind being there Push behind the scenes, otherwise it would be too boring.hehe.

As for usurping the throne, Jia She groaned, um, this matter...may not be...failed.

It's not that Jia She is arrogant, he is no longer the "honest" old man he used to be, he has all kinds of adventures in him, if he doesn't do something world-class, he will feel useless.

Men, you have to pursue something, right?

However, usurping the throne—it is too dangerous!

But Jia Amnesty's eyes were very excited, he even subconsciously licked his lower lip, stood up and walked around.

After a long while, he shook his head and held his breath. Jia She felt that his current thoughts were too dangerous, really——If you don't know how to leave, you will run away.

Do the current thing well first, and then slowly eat away...

Although he didn't kick out the second child in Rongfu now, his younger brother can't cause any trouble now, and the old lady has completely let go, which is considered interesting.

The Ningguo Mansion and Rongguo Mansion have separated from them, and there is only one Wang Ziteng in the Wang family... This person may not be able to win over and make friends. Although Wang Ziteng will not end well in the future, he is talented after all. Point, don't provoke the embarrassment of Emperor Xianning, the military power in Wang Ziteng's hands may not be impossible to keep, and then, naturally control or befriend Wang Ziteng.

Jia Amnesty is very confident about this, but it's best if he has the power himself, and it's best if he has military power, then Wang Ziteng is not so important.Emperor Xianning would definitely not allow members of the Wang family and the Jia family to control military power, even if that military power was only part of it.

Jia Amnesty thought a lot. Although he felt that his thoughts were rebellious, he thought too much. He even went to the harem with ease, and his awe of the imperial power had long faded in his heart.

Also, he will do a lot of "special" good things.

Jia Amnesty pushed open the door of the study, looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, he almost forgot, Master, he is also very proficient in chemistry-related matters.

In Jia She's opinion, the gunpowder formula of this era is too crude.

His fingers couldn't help moving a few times. Jia She looked down at his slender fingers, thinking of their dancing shadows in various bottles, and couldn't help pursing his lips into a gentle smile, but unfortunately the smile didn't reach his eyes. .

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On the rest day, Jia She woke up early in the morning and coughed a little. This is an old problem of his, and he doesn't commit it from time to time.

Jia Amnesty took Jia Lian to the Zhang family's house with a heavy gift.

But this time the master is not as sad as last time. Last time, Jia Lian remembered that after the master returned home, he still suffered for a long time, coughed all night, and carved many wooden figures. Although it was his mother, Jia Lian felt a little bit It's not the taste.

If he really loves his own mother, why doesn't the master share this love with her son—that is, a little bit of himself.

Jia Lian really wanted the master not to be too strict with him. Now Jia Lian's study tasks are much more onerous than those of the two servants with copper coins and fans beside the master. When the master thinks about it, he inspects him, not only in literature, but also in martial arts. Gao, even found him a cheat book to practice, and every ten days he would soak a few hours of medicinal soup for steaming.Jia Lian is afraid of this, because every time he thinks that he has been positively counted...

In Zhang's Mansion in Qingshui Hutong, Old Master Zhang heard that it was Jia Amnesty who had come, not just Jia Lian, the grandson who had half the blood of his daughter. His expression changed drastically, he blew his beard and stared, and said bitterly, "Get out! No—here I'll fight out!"

Zhang Cang and Zhang Sheng looked at each other, and Zhang Sheng thought of the peerless poem that he saw in that tavern with his little uncle a few days ago——that word is very good...

After Zhang Shengpin passed away, he thought that Jia She, the "uncle", was definitely an infatuated person.

...It seems that he doesn't want to be such a bastard as the elders think. Has he really failed his aunt?

Zhang Cang also had some doubts. The poem seemed to be written by Jia She at will, not like it was written on behalf of Jia She with money. Besides, almost everyone in the capital knew that Jia She was a literary champion. It has been heard many times outside, but no one dares to mention it in the house, otherwise, Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang will not look good.They hated Bao Xing's daughter, Jia She, and even more hated the way the Rongguo Mansion family treated their daughter.

Mrs. Zhang’s face was ugly. His mood that had been a good day was completely ruined. He snorted, dropped his teacup, looked at his grandson and youngest son, and said coldly, “What? You still have to intercede for him ?”

"...No. But—" Zhang Sheng didn't dare to speak out, but Zhang Cang was the youngest son, and he had always been favored by Mrs. Zhang. After thinking about it, he still said the mourning poem written by Jia She.

Mrs. Zhang used to look like you dirty my ears, but his expression gradually changed. He even burst into tears after hearing Jia Amnesty's words, but he was even more angry!

"Wow! Wow! A bastard has become a hypocrite!" Old Master Zhang gritted his teeth, "Since he loves Yin'er so much, why did Yin'er die early? Pooh! Why are you pretending to be a sad wit?!"

Zhang Cang and Zhang Sheng were taken aback, they never expected that Mrs. Zhang would burst into tears and have such a big reaction.

Zhang Sheng couldn't help but comfort him: "Grandpa, don't be angry... Maybe it's my uncle... Well, Mr. Jia has something hard to say, it's not that he doesn't love his aunt."

This is also what Zhang Cang suspected, and the two took turns to comfort Mrs. Zhang.

"Anyway, I don't see you!" Mrs. Zhang snorted.

Outside the door, the concierge only let Jia Lian in. Jia Lian couldn't move when he heard that, so he turned to look at his father, "Master?"

Jia She took a look at him, coughed, and said, "You go in, your grandfather doesn't want to see me, he must be heartbroken by me. I'm the one who feels sorry for Cousin Yin'er...cough cough..."

After he finished speaking, he coughed again, and the young servant of Zhang's mansion glanced curiously, only to see that the white handkerchief of the old man of the Jia family was stained with a lot of blood.

He was taken aback at the time, waiting for Jia Lian to enter Zhang's residence, and when he went back, he reported the matter casually, and several men in Zhang's family looked at each other for a while after hearing this.

It was Old Master Zhang who snorted coldly, and finally said awkwardly to Zhang Sheng: "Go and invite Rong, Guo, and Gong in. After all, you are also a Duke." Forgive me.

At this time, Jia Lian was allowed to enter the living room, and greeted Mrs. Zhang and others familiarly. The visits from time to time a few days ago were fruitful, but the brothers of the Zhang family were still polite to this younger sister's only flesh and blood. Mrs. Zhang even Jia Lian gave him a gentle smile, which made Jia Lian breathe a sigh of relief.

The people in this family are more difficult to please than the honorable children he met outside. When he came last time, even the elder uncle tested his knowledge a few times. After saying "it's OK", he added, " I didn’t learn well by myself”, and picked out a lot of books for him to go to Jia’s house later.

Jia Lian really doesn't want to take the literary route. He has already thought about it these days. He is Master Ren Ke who arranged for him to join the army. Find the right opportunity to talk to the master.

Jia Amnesty didn't want to cough today, but when he heard the porter's message, he showed a faint smile, and he threw the bloody white handkerchief outside the house at random, and even turned into a ball of silk, wind dies...

After lightly annihilating the evidence of "coughing up blood", Jia Amnesty covered his chest, coughed twice from time to time, and walked up to Mrs. Zhang with difficulty.

Mrs. Zhang pretended to be drinking hot tea, but she didn't look at the people in the hall. The brothers of the Zhang family were more polite. Seeing him, he secretly pulled his lower lip, and sat down in the guest seat without hesitation.Next to him was his son Jia Lian, the father and son sitting together looked somewhat alike, from the looks of Jia Lian, the members of the Zhang family, Jia Lian's eyebrows and eyes most resembled their Zhang family, so they couldn't help being more polite to Jia Lian.

Jia Amnesty coughed again, and slowly greeted his brother-in-law, brother-in-law, and nephews one by one, and asked Jia Lian to present gifts, including a very valuable Duan inkstone, and said, "This is for my father-in-law. Yes, the unfilial son-in-law carved it with his own hands, please accept it, my father-in-law."

Mrs. Zhang glanced at it lightly, and didn't take it seriously at first, but at this glance, she saw that this thing was a good thing.

You must know that the production of fine Duan inkstones is limited, and they became tributes to the imperial palace a few years ago, and the leftovers are only circulated in the market. The piece in Jia She's hands is not only excellent in material, but also the most praiseworthy in carving. .

The old man Zhang reluctantly accepted it, and Jia Amnesty greeted the old man in a timely manner and said a few words of concern... Jia Lian just watched the old man from being disgusted by others to when he went out, the old man even smiled and asked his younger son to see him off in person. , and asked someone to take some gifts in return for them to take back.

Along the way, Jia Lian really sighed in his heart. When the master wanted to please someone, he could speak better than himself, and he didn't even seem flattering or flattering. In the end, other people were quite respectful to their father and son.

This ability - a cow!

When we got back to the Rongguo Mansion, Jia She suddenly asked, "Lian'er, do you know why my master and I are so 'respectful' to the members of the Zhang family?"

This made Jia Lian startled.

Isn't the master infatuated with his mother? Isn't it right for a son-in-law to flatter and be respectful if he wants to get forgiveness and closeness from his mother's family?

Jia She narrowed his eyes and patted his forehead, "Son, you are so tender!"

Jia Lian was dizzy.

"Anyway, it might not be useless to make friends with Qingliu." Jia She slowly planned in his mind, and suddenly he thought of his dead wife Yin'er, and felt a little guilty for those who plotted against the Zhang family, but the guilt faded away immediately. gone.

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The most common topic in the capital recently is that the Rongguo Mansion is bustling again.

You can hear the sound of "boom" and "boom" every day...