The patriarch of the Red Mansion is so handsome

The slander belongs to the slander, Jia Zhen is still a realistic rationalist, well versed in the principle that the people should not fight with the government, so she immediately sent someone to call for Jia Amnesty.Jia She came happily, and bowed down to salute seriously, respecting his master, saying: "Master is good!" What's the shame?He can get a champion master for his granddaughter!

Bao Mian's hand holding the tea froze slightly, tried to force a smile, and said bluntly: "Mr. Xi, you don't have to do this. Zhi'er will call herself."

He can accept that the little apprentice is well-behaved, calling "Father Wet" in a childlike voice, even if the pronunciation is not standard, he feels soft in his heart.But every time Jia She opened his mouth, he felt goosebumps all over his body, and he was so cold that he wanted to die!Moreover, Jia She's earth-shattering act - kneeling on behalf of his granddaughter to recognize her teacher - immediately appeared in his mind.

Use the words in Jia Zhen's storybook to describe this action-this is really a coquettish operation that will go down in history.

Suppressing the idle thoughts in his heart, holding the tea cup steady, Bao Mian hastily explained his reason for coming—the Song Mansion lost a bamboo bear.

Hearing this, Jia Amnesty immediately jumped up, clenched his fists, dissatisfied: "Is the surname Song shameless? What's wrong with the elder giving the junior a gift? He has nine, and I just took one."

"Success?" Jia Zhen quickly grabbed the key words, raised her eyebrows, sized Jia She up and down, and asked repeatedly: "Are you succumbing? Go to his house and go to his house? And come out smoothly?" Unless the master acquiesces, otherwise he wants to There is no other possibility.

"Is there a problem?" Jia Sheli asked bluntly, and then angrily said: "I took Zhi'er to comfort the widowed old man. Look at that Song, who is quite old, has no children, no granddaughters, tsk tsk, even A little concubine has no one to accompany him to drink and have fun, just play with a bamboo bear, how lonely and depressed! Desolate, desolate, miserable..."

"Cough cough." As a widowed old man who didn't even have a bamboo bear, Bao Mian coughed lightly, interrupted Jia She's words, tried his best to speak in a flat tone, and relayed objectively: "Forgive the old man, don't get angry. Master Song asked me to follow you." Let me just say, what you took away was a little bear, Mr. She, but he also has parents. Although the child will have to leave the nest when he grows up, he will miss his parents. Even crows know how to feed back. Therefore, if Mr. She If you are free, you can send the cub you picked up to visit relatives."

Hearing this, Jia Zhen felt that her mind was uncontrollably whirling a word—【Visiting relatives, kissing after touching. 】While thinking about it, Jia Zhen looked back at Jia She carefully, seeing the old man's blushing face, a hint of teasing flashed across her eyes.From his gay point of view, there is only one truth—Routine Liao and Hanzhong.

Jia Shen didn't even pay attention to Jia Zhen's scrutinizing eyes. Hearing Bao Mian's words, he straightened his neck and raised his chin, like a little rooster who had won a battle, and continued to be angry: "Don't go!"

Bao Mian ignored Jia She's blushing face, took out a letter from his bosom with some embarrassment, handed it to Jia She, and said, "Here are the precautions for raising bamboo bears and the list you need to buy to care for the growth of bamboo bears. Please take it away, Mr. Xi. It is said that the bamboo that the bamboo bear eats is grown from the seeds brought over from Sichuan, and the bamboo bear’s nest, and the servants who serve it..."

Jia Amnesty looked down at the letter, tried hard to hold back the images that came up in his mind, quickly raised his hand to take the letter, squeezed the thickness, and then rolled his eyes left and right.Seeing Jia Zhen drinking tea quietly, with a look of ecstasy, and seeing Bao Mian's upright appearance, Jia She tried to force a smile, smiled at Bao Mian, and then slowly opened the package.

The moment he opened it, Jia She felt his heart beat a little faster. He looked intently at the "Guidelines for Breeding" that jumped into his eyes, and scanned the page by page, ten lines at a glance. Before he reached the end, he felt a headache , especially when he saw the amount required on the last page, he was furious, gasped, and exclaimed: "Why didn't he go to rob? I thought his calligraphy and paintings were already robbed!"

In order to make the emperor happy, he...he was so confused that he "sold himself" to learn painting from others.How did I know that what I thought would make people jump, I didn't expect to invite myself back to my ancestors!

Jia She crumpled the letter paper into a ball: "I didn't expect his bears to be raised for robbery? I don't want to keep this prodigal stuff! I'll send someone to catch a pug, a Persian cat, and dye it. It's also black and white!"

"I'm so mad! Losing money again..."

Jia Amnesty suddenly stopped talking, looked down at the letter in his hand, carefully smoothed the crumpled letter, and asked Bao Mian: "Master Bao, how is the market for the word Song?" ?”

"Mr. Song's wild grass is worth a thousand dollars." Bao Mian ignored Jia She's previous gaffe, and replied in a harmonious voice, and then continued to pass the words slowly in front of the middleman: "Mr.

"Then what does he mean?"

"He hopes that the old man will learn to cherish and be responsible. Mr. Song will regularly return to check whether the little bear is healthy. He said that the bamboo bear is like his child. If he finds that he has not taken good care of it, he will beat him."

"Cut!" Jia She heard that the expression on his face changed back and forth, and finally twisted his face: "Forget it, anyway, Zhi'er likes me, so she calls me grandfather, for her sake, just raise her."

After saying this, Jia Amnesty felt a little embarrassed, and Bao Mian made a "special trip" for Bamboo Bear and apologized.

"There is no need to forgive the old man," Bao Mian said very honestly, "I came here for Mr. Jia's words."

"The storybook?"

Jia Amnesty looked at Jia Zhen with a "dumbfounded" face, trying to hold back a smile, not only him, these days they all heard the only educated person in the martial arts gym become ruder than a reckless man, growling louder and louder— Another typo!The sentence doesn't make sense!Why don't you go to heaven yourself!Wait, meanwhile, there are a lot of broken rulers in the kitchen, so I don't have to worry about firewood at all.

"Then don't bother Mr. Bao, you can give Zhen'er advice." Jia She left with a smile, and turned to tell the servant to change the tea to chrysanthemum tea.

Jia Zhen silently watched Jia She, who was walking away easily with the letter paper, in a daze for a long time, feeling that she was 60.00% sure that the stuffed dog food was still tons.

After pouring down a whole cup of tea to dilute the stuffed sweetness, Jia Zhen looked back at Bao Mian, who was drinking tea in an elegant posture, raised her brows, and rubbed her head to find fault: "Master Bao and Master Song are very familiar. , to pass on a message for him?" If it's a personal relationship, that's fine, but these two are no more than nodding acquaintances.Then people in the officialdom belong to different systems and have no relationship between superiors and subordinates. Bao Mian has proved himself that he is not being bullied by others. How can he be willing to spread the word for Song Xueci?

Bao Mian fiddled with the tea cover, looked at the little daisies blooming against the hot water on the water, and said in a leisurely way: "Master Song may not be familiar with me, but I must be familiar with Master Song. By the way Tianfu's funding for the coming year is still waiting for his approval." It's the same reason that although the Jia family is now a commoner, they still receive courtesy from many people.People can't help themselves in the officialdom, especially parents like him.

Or drink chrysanthemum to reduce anger.

Jia Zhen: "..."

Jia Zhente wanted to pull Jia Rong over and let him see his idol, Bao Qingtian who is not afraid of power!

With a shy smile, Jia Zhen said, "I hope Mr. Bao will forgive me for being rude earlier. It's really surprising to hear that Jia... Uncle She and Mr. Song have become acquainted. After all, there are some entanglements between them."

Bao Mian also knew a thing or two about the gossip rumors circulating in the officialdom. Hearing the words, he glanced at Jia Zhen and said, "I don't know what happened in the past, but Mr. Song has a precious character and is eager to help others. Don't do that to you." Random speculation. I have heard a little bit about the cause and effect of Zhuxiong. Yesterday, Mr. Xi took Zhi'er to Liuli Street to browse antique shops."

The corner of Jia Zhen's mouth twitched.With Jia Shen's temperament of being a child, don't want to hear people happily calling you grandfather in this life, and you are too selfish. Which child would like to visit an antique shop?

"When I met someone who had some conflicts with him before, that person spoke a little rudely and used his honor to overwhelm others, making the fight a bit stiff." Bao Mian glanced at Jia Zhen who seemed to have a dignified expression, and directly skipped the humiliation Jia She had suffered. Also ignoring her status as a bully, fearing that Jia Zhen would find another fight, she said the key point concisely: "It just so happens that Mr. Song is also in the shop. Although he didn't say anything to help pardon the old man, he said that his calligraphy and paintings will never be sold outside. It must be known that Mr. Song is good at wild cursive, and his paintings are hard to find. They have always been the favorites of all literati and scholars, even emperors."

"The cause of the dispute was Mr. Song's calligraphy or painting?" Before and after Jia Zhen contacted, she felt more and more like being fed dog food.Otherwise, wasn't the scene yesterday the favorite of rivals?

"Because of the picture "Magu Xianshou" painted by Mr. Song in his early years, now Mr. Song no longer paints for outsiders, and he only paints his favorite bamboo bear. It is difficult for people to write because he is not a senior Confucian in the pavilion." Bao Mian said, There is still a trace of longing in the eyes.

Song Xueci came from a noble family, and he was good at all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, gold, stone and antiques. He was much better than a poor boy like him who only knew how to study the Four Books and Five Classics, and specialized in scientific research.Although they are also known as the three outstanding imperial examinations, they are more popular than others, and they compare goods, so they have to be thrown away!

"Then I heard that they were old friends, so we got together for a while. You don't have to worry. I heard from Zhi'er that Uncle Song is very amiable, and she likes it very much." Bao Mian said, sighing: "But I never expected A person as pure and pure as Mr. Song would occasionally get offended, and specifically told me to tease the old man."

After saying this, Bao Mian came back to his senses, and couldn't help being in a daze for a while!What did he just say? !

Just as he was terrified, Bao Mian heard a sound of surprise—"Pure and clean? Isn't that a description of a woman?!"

Looking at the blank and innocent expression on Jia Zhen's face, Bao Mian let out a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and explained seriously: "This word comes from [Book of Yu Zhi Bo Ling by Sima Qian in the Western Han Dynasty: "Fu Wei Bo Ling can Unparalleled, noble ambitions, good deeds, pure and pure, not fine deeds.It is a metaphor for a noble and pure character, doing things aboveboard, and having integrity. "

Wait, what did I say again?

It must have been reading the script all night last night, which hurt my brain.

Bao Mian rubbed his forehead, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Jia, let's get back to the main point. In your book, there are a few usages of words. I'm sorry if I have a little knowledge, and some of them don't know the source. For example, the title of this story is "Awesome "My ancestors", is it an inverted sentence? My ancestors are very powerful?"

After a long circle, I finally returned to this key point.Jia Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, glanced out of the corner of her eye and picked up the storybook, Bao Mian, who was talking seriously, thought to herself—a knife-mouthed bean curd-hearted person is still easy to bully.

"Your understanding is correct, my lord. That's what I mean. I think it's vulgar and elegant." Jia Zhen said with a smile.

"Then what about this work? There are several times in the text that there are dead and dead. Is this a colloquial folk language?" Bao Mian's eyes showed a eagerness to learn, "I only know that there are eight major distinctions in dialects. Jiangnan affairs Wu Nong's soft language, southern Hokkien dialect, Cantonese dialect, spread by Chaozhou merchants; Gan dialect, Hakka dialect..."

Jia Zhen was in a trance, her whole face contorted.He had already corrected "wrong, don't, and characters" before, and he never expected that there are so many words that the ancients could not explain.Is he to blame for the lack of ancient vocabulary?

I'll go back later and criticize Xiao Yu carefully, and I still have the face to boast that I have read poetry and books, and I didn't even check these vocabulary!Wait, you couldn't be assimilated by him, right?

Jia Zhen met the eyes of someone who was studying, touched the teacup, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Then...how do you say that the old saying says that ten miles are different winds, and hundreds of miles are different customs. I got up. Maybe I heard it by accident when I went all the way south, maybe I learned it when I consulted the veterans in my family, or maybe I learned it from my master when I was young. Anyway, I don’t know much about it from books.”

Bao Mian: "..."

Slowing down his somewhat stiff face, Bao Mian said: "These words are related to the context, and some of them are just right, but these, such as this sentence "Why don't you ride the wind and soar up to ninety thousand miles", seem superfluous and nondescript. Since the full text of the story is based on the popular and straightforward, it is used in such a sentence, and it is said by the military adviser, which does not conform to the image of this character. He is a literati and has read poems and books, so it is somewhat inappropriate. If the male protagonist said , until there is still some image."

Jia Zhen nodded, and ordered someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to carefully make annotations.

Looking at Jia Zhen's face of pious study, Bao Mian sighed like a child can be taught, and became more attentive, telling in detail what he felt was wrong.

Listening to people finding out more than [-] mistakes in vocabulary usage in one breath, which need to be changed, added or deleted, Jia Zhen felt hopeless all over her body.This is just an Internet vocabulary, a postmodern misnomer.After these are corrected, the next step is the key point - the taboo.

It can be foreseen that he has to change the draft to what it looks like.

Sorrow!

Think computer!

"As for the taboo..." Bao Mian looked at Jia Zhen who looked like Shuang beating an eggplant, and asked seriously: "It is said that Mr. Jia needs to point with a ruler so that Mr. Jia can study energetically?"

"Bao...Master Bao, this is a rumor, absolutely a rumor." Jia Zhen shook her head dejectedly: "Even if you give me a ruler, I'm not in the mood to smack tables and people." I miss computers now!I just think of computers, and I miss the tactile sensation of flying fingers on the keyboard.

Zhou felt that he was used to many turbulent waves, and he carried through the strange and important events in the jurisdiction with firmness and stamina, but Bao Mian couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, and encouraged him in a harmonious voice: "Mr. Jia is ashamed. Yong, love of learning is a good thing, but you still need to pay attention to the methods. Rong’er occasionally chats with me, worrying about you, saying that you don’t have to worry about running out of firewood at home anymore. I collapsed too tightly."

Jia Zhen: "..." It's time to grab someone and go up the mountain to chat again.

Jia Rong, who was leading the golden egg group to release small animals on the mountain, sneezed hard.

Jia Zhen buried Jia Rong to death in her heart, but she still thanked Bao Mian very earnestly, and tried her best to excite herself, as if she had been beaten with chicken blood, and said: "I will pay attention, Mr. Bao, let's talk about the important point. Are there any taboo issues?"

"There are three things," Bao Mian nodded, pointing to Jia Zhen patiently: "First, when you write, although you don't use your father's and ancestor's name, even if you use it, you have to pay attention to the name of your father and ancestor. The front of this storybook is not wrong, but in the back, there are six places that are not taboo. I have marked them one by one, and you can change it when the time comes. Second, the storybook uses Rouran and Chile as villains, but you You can’t write about the massacre, killing, extermination, and clan of my dynasty, even if it is a fact, but I suggest that you don’t write about it. After all, you have other ideas in your heart, and this book is bound to spread, so in order to reduce all kinds of Unnecessary verbal disputes, this chapter should be hidden. After all, we are a country of etiquette. And killing and surrendering is a taboo for military strategists. Third..."

Bao Mian lowered his voice a little bit, and said in a low voice, "If you want to carry out this book, you need to ask for instructions first. Our dynasty has not been established for a hundred years, but the honorable family is gradually becoming arrogant and lustful, forgetting the ambitions of our ancestors, and even trying to maintain Rong Guang, join the battle. If your idea is used by them, the former will come, but if the latter, it will be worrying."

The words ended here, Bao Mian looked at Jia Zhen meaningfully, and drank a cup of tea to moisten his throat.

"Thank you, Lord Bao, for your guidance." Jia Zhen bowed respectfully and said gratefully.

"Given advice is not counted, I just want calm and calm in the jurisdiction." After Bao Mian finished speaking, he stood up and left.

Jia Zhen tried to persuade her to stay, but she refused, so she personally sent him back to the mansion, and then devoted herself to reforming.

For the curtain of Party A's father, I can do anything!

After struggling for another five nights, Jia Zhen read her manuscript carefully again.Revised chapters have been rewritten.Fortunately, he didn't have the habit of saving paper while writing.After each chapter is written, another piece of paper is created.And he also writes on one side, never on both sides.Otherwise, the workload will increase a lot.Especially in ancient times, such as urine and sex, generally cannot write typos.Throwing the waste manuscripts into the stove and burning them, Jia Zhen watched her hard work turn into ashes while eating steamed buns, silently thinking about the computer again.

Then, Jia Zhen solemnly stared at the book she had pierced with a needle, revealing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.His own manuscripts were naturally treated with caution.So, Jia Zhen found the only one in the martial arts gym who could write well, and threatened to copy it with her fist.The only wife is naturally one, and the other is Jia She.It is said that Jia Amnesty's handwriting is the standard boudoir hairpin lowercase script, which is better than that of the descendant of Confucianism in Jindandandan.

After Jia Amnesty received his task, he was completely dumbfounded.But in view of Jia Zhen's hard work and human fists, and thinking about his status as a grassroots person who was forced to kneel down, Jia Amnesty still held back his strength, earnestly, struggled with the light, and hurried half a year completed within a month.

After saving the manuscript, Jia Zhen and Jia She paid a non-stop visit to the Dong'an County Prince's Mansion.

Five days later, after Mu An entered the palace to salute, he handed the script directly to the present: "Uncle Emperor, my father said he got the new script from Uncle She, please have a look. It is said to be very wonderful."

Although he already knew from the spies that Jia Zhen was busy writing the storybook and had heard Bao Mian's words, but at this moment he was not interested in the finished storybook at all, and he was even more surprised by the chubby guy in front of him.

Mu An is very much loved by his father, it can be said that he is fat in the emperor's heart.As for him, the Mu family is loyal, and this generation of county kings is a loyal and honest generation. The son of Dong'an County Prince married his daughter, which can be regarded as a close relationship.The timing of this marriage was still more than ten years ago. At that time, he didn't have much capital to seize the heir. The two children saw each other for themselves.Because his elder sister and his age were quite different, and there was no discord between them, they agreed.

Because of the double relationship, and even though Mu An is a little too fat, he is also kind-hearted, honest and honest.Therefore, he, the emperor's uncle, is also willing to spoil him.It's just that he never expected that Mu An lost a lot of weight after not seeing him for more than two months.But compared to before, to be honest, he is a bit fatter, but now it is just right, and he looks happy.

"Xiao An, is the food in the martial arts hall not good? It is said that the training is very hard?" Putting the book on the imperial case, he waved his hand in a friendly manner, signaling Mu An to take a few steps forward.

"It's not hard work at all!" Mu An stepped forward and responded with a smile: "Uncle Emperor, look, I still have my exclusive little monkey schoolbag. This is my reward."

Hearing the joy in people's words, now look at the monkey that is indeed somewhat alive, and nod: "This style is not bad."

"Well, there are many functions in it, and I don't feel tired at all when I carry it like this." Mu An said: "I originally hid a lot of snacks and medals I got in it to share with you, but my mother bullied me. If you say I brought those things, I will forget about business while talking.”

"Look, it's almost ready to hold an oil bottle." Today he laughed and said: "Sister Huang asked you to come, it's really..." Straightforward.

Having said that, there is still a slight preference for this approach today.Since it is yours, then don't beat around the bush.

After sending Mu An away, after reviewing the memorial, he has nothing to do now, so he reads it a little bit.Unexpectedly, once I read it, I can't put it down.After reading it a few days later, and now finding Jia Zhen's daily life reported by the spies, I couldn't help but smile.

He had already heard about Jia Zhen yelling and torturing each other with his master for some scriptures.This book has been revised with the guidance of two people. According to records, it started with "typos", but no matter how it is, the concept of protecting the family and the country is contained in it from the very beginning, and there is a strong sense of patriotism between the lines.

With this alone, he can promise that this story will be spread.

What's more, in the beginning of the book, the immortals were not mentioned, but his great-grandfather, mother-in-law, and grandfather appeared in such a timely manner to turn the tide.Moreover, this book also contains ideas such as punishment if you know a mistake, which is very satisfactory.

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After being relayed by Mu An, Jia Zhen found the Jia family dudes—Jia Rong, Jia Qiang, and Jia She, and brainstormed and discussed. They prepared intensively for five days and rehearsed the first two episodes.

"Today's new play "Amazing My Ancestors" will be staged." As soon as get out of class was over, the students of the two groups were notified.

"New home?!" Hearing this, not only Jia Tuan's students, but also Jindandantuan were overjoyed and beaming with joy.After all, in this day and age, not to mention the lack of entertainment for the common people, even the rich and the rich have nothing to do if they play around, go to cockfights, walk dogs, watch songs and dances, or even go out to hunt when they are great.Therefore, when Jia's martial arts school can play while attending classes, and there are many innovative game activities from time to time, all Jindandans have been disgusted with the poor conditions of the dormitory at the beginning, and now they can't wait to stay here all day without moving.

This night, the Jindandans had already been sitting under the stage eating and chatting, and quite a few in Group A waited until the show was about to start before entering the arena.But as soon as the gong started, everyone looked up at the curtain that was slowly opened, with confusion in their eyes.At the same time, a voice sounded from the side of the stage: "Hello everyone, I am Mr. Narrator, the storyteller. Tonight it is getting dark, so I will tell you a long story before going to bed. It is said that if you don't think about it on a certain day in a certain year, it will be suddenly One day, a family in a small village in Yingtian Prefecture, Jinling is going to give birth—”

After these words fell, the curtain opened, and the scene of the woman giving birth was displayed in front of everyone.Immediately there was an uproar, the blushing was suppressed, the fingers were covered with the gaps showing the gaps, and there were also some who looked at it openly.

I saw the scene of the delivery room on the stage gradually moving to the left, and only a midwife ran out, shouting: "It's not good, it's a difficult labor."

Immediately afterwards, there were various discussions and screams from "in the delivery room".

Along with screaming, an old woman worshiped Guanyin devoutly.

Then Avalokitesvara seemed to have aura and moved.Immediately afterwards, a few wisps of smoke rose from the entire stage, someone rolled out a screen as a background, and someone came out to show the four characters "Don't laugh, this is Lingxiao Palace" on the back.

There was a lot of laughter at the moment.

Although it started with the cliché of immortals descending to earth, within two episodes, it still attracted a group of thirteen and fourteen-year-old middle-school boys. From then on, they discussed the plot every day, sneaked behind the stage to watch the rehearsal, and kept thinking about it every day. Like a cat tickling.But there are only two episodes a day at most, so it's useless to worry about it.

Of course, in addition to being curious about chasing dramas, Jindandans have a new way to show off when they go home and watch old-fashioned singing and dancing.This drama only happens in Dojo, and if you miss this episode, you won't see it again.

Exclusive too!

The emperor naturally also heard the news.After all, among the eight golden eggs, there are four of his grandchildren, and Mu An is one of the most favored descendants.In this regard, the emperor does not believe in evil, and he can say anything to the old man, but don't brag about exclusivity in front of him, he hasn't tried what he can't get in the world!Immediately ordered Dai Quan to call in the troupe to perform for him, exclusively!

Jia Zhen received the news and asked Dai Quan to enter the palace to explain.It's not that they don't act, but that they only have such a troupe now, and they have to rehearse the latest two episodes, and there are really no other people.You can hand over the playbook to Dai Quan, and look for the theater troupe in the palace to rehearse, so as to save a group of people who have never seen the world from being disrespectful.Jia Qiang recommended herself again, that she could enter the palace to help out one or two.

Seeing that the two spoke sincerely, when Dai Quan returned to the palace to report, his words were more tactful, revealing the poverty after the defeat of the Jia family.

Dai Quan said cautiously: "Your Majesty, allow me to say something bold. Since the martial arts stage has become a rule, it will naturally continue to be performed. It is said that this play is mainly created by Ning Guogong, and it aims to persuade future generations to cherish blessings. If Jia Zhen knows her mistakes, she can correct them and start all over again. It is not easy to accumulate a reputation..."

Seeing that the emperor obviously recalled the past appearance, he came to Jia Zhen's plan more and more cautiously.

Hearing this, the emperor nodded: "Let's see how this show goes, I won't settle accounts together again."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Dai Quan smiled and hurriedly went to give instructions.

After one day, two days, three days...

On the contrary, the more the Emperor watched it, the more he enjoyed it, and within three days he caught up with all the 24 episodes that had already been performed.As a retired emperor, this is cool.Because after the chase, he can also order to speed up the rehearsal to catch up with the progress of Jia's troupe.

After receiving the news that the emperor was addicted to opera, he also asked the opera troupe to film the opera overnight, so he wanted to watch it when he got up early the next day.Now frowning, I had no choice but to persuade a few words.Of course he can't say that his father's obsession with watching movies is not good, but just another angle to make people take care of the dragon's body.

"The next chapter of the strategist will be resurrected, using..."

Hearing the "spoiler" suddenly, the emperor, who was holding back to read the playbook and wanted to reveal the answer to the mystery, was angry: "Go away! I'll see episode 29 soon, so you don't need to tell me."

Today: "..."

I don't know that there is a topic that spoilers are the most annoying topic in later generations. Today's spoiler king is a little tired silently, and his father is very difficult to serve.

Prince Zhongshun who was outside the palace heard the news that the Jia family presented the emperor's favorite play, he sneered, his eyes flashed with coldness, he didn't want the Jia family's two channels to be used again.

And there are ready-made knives!

King Zhongshun called his confidant and gave some instructions.

Half a month later, Longevity Day.Because the emperor and today's birthday are both in August, the capital is in the midst of festivities throughout August.Not only the officials stationed in the frontier will go to Beijing to pay homage, but also the envoys of various countries will go to Beijing to pay homage.

The most powerful tribe in the surrounding area of ​​Da Zhou is undoubtedly the Raksha Kingdom.

The envoy of the Raksha Kingdom proposed a martial arts competition in front of the Shuanghuang.

"Although the two countries have let go of their grievances, and live in good-neighborliness and friendship. But this general is not talented, but I want to get back the reputation of my father and grandfather."

Now his complexion turned cold, and before he could speak, King Zhongshun smiled and said: "It's just that my subordinates have been defeated. If you dare to say it again, it's okay to just compete with martial arts once, and let them see how big I am!" Zhou Weifeng!"

"That's right." The emperor smiled when he heard the words: "You look handsome, but who is your father and ancestor? I think back then, you waited for the military to kill my people repeatedly. I ordered 30 elite soldiers and ordered Jia ..."

The emperor's words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the envoy of the Raksha Kingdom with cold eyes: "You tell me, who do you want to challenge?"

"Jia Daihua Jia Daishan, these two brothers!"

Manchu civil and military: "..."