The patriarch of the Red Mansion is so handsome

Just when Jia She rested his chin and stared at the gate, hoping, looking forward, looking forward to someone from the Zhou family to be a "stepping stone" for him, but unexpectedly, after waiting and waiting, he didn't even see a person surnamed Zhou, and instead waited to come. Visiting fellow Bao Mian.

Song Xueci really came to visit the sick.Without Bao Mian, not to mention other things, he is also under pressure to eat the imperial meal by himself.But when he stepped into the back office and looked at his niece in his left hand and his granddaughter in his right hand, who was sitting on a swing with his bamboo bear in his arms, the carefree Jia She, couldn't help but get more and more attention.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm thinking about what to eat tomorrow morning." Jia She said solemnly, "I want to use my appetite to dissolve the grief and anger in my heart." It's so annoying that no one came.

Song Xueci: "..."

Song Xueci almost cursed.He could never figure out where Jia She's "tranquility" came from.

"What are you going to do with the competition in three months' time?"

"I'm in charge of bragging, and Zhen'er is in charge of fighting." Jia She said with a smile, "Perfect."

"I just got the news, Wang Lao said that the envoys of Luocha are grateful for Jia Zhen's life-saving grace, and they can first agree on the content of the competition in three months." Song Xueci said: "But there is one point that they insist on. The first two competitions Those who have passed must never play again, understand?"

This remark was no less than a bolt from the blue, instantly distorting Jia She's face.But there is still a self-recommended one.Jia Yu patted her chest: "Uncle She, Uncle Song, it's okay, my elder brother won't come, I will!"

"Girl, where do you shoot your hands, where do you shoot!" Jia Amnesty immediately pulled Jia Yu's hand down after three months of anxiety: "You will be eight years old in a blink of an eye, can you be a little girly?"

Jia Yu turned her head.

"Bear boy, when you grow up, you will thank your uncle and me." Not to mention looking at it from a man's perspective, front, convex, back, and curling are also women's own pursuits.

It's a good time to shoot now, but it will be too late for breast enlargement in the future.

"Jia Enhou, can your mind be normal?" Song Xueci said with a dark face, "Although my sister and the others have lost a little bit, the Song clan is still there. Your upbringing makes the patriarch worry about Jia Yu's upbringing." question."

"Why, do you want to snatch the child too?" Jia She got up from the swing immediately after hearing the words, and glared at Song Xueci fiercely in his eyes: "Although I don't care about Brother Jing's monk, Zhen'er and Rong'er are very happy." Seriously teach the children. If you dare to do it, I will directly lead someone to steal all your bamboo bears, and then roast them and eat them."

"Jia Amnesty, don't make trouble for no reason!"

"It was you who first said that I have a problem with my brain!"

"Ask yourself if you're in the right mind?"

"I asked with my conscience, he is definitely a good uncle! There is absolutely no problem, only your brain is the problem!"

"you……"

Bao Mian, who heard the sound in the room, rubbed his head, blinked again, and looked in horror at Song Xueci, who was arguing with Jia She, who was blushing, full of disbelief!

This...is this the noble and glamorous Mr. Song who has always been taciturn and cold as ice?

Seeing Bao Mian's dumbfounded look, Jia Yu explained the cause and effect of the quarrel concisely: "My Uncle She thinks I am not a woman, and Uncle Song thinks that Uncle She's teaching methods are wrong, and then they disagree on the education of their children. Fortunately, they only raise bamboo bears. , don’t raise a child, otherwise the child will be scared to cry.”

Jia Zhi pulled Bao Mian by the corner of his clothes and shook his head solemnly: "I won't cry, their quarrel is not interesting at all, it's more interesting to watch Master's trial."

Bao Mian: "..." I still have to talk about parenting with Jia Zhen seriously.

Jia Zhen, who was being read silently, sneezed.

Jia Rong immediately became nervous. Seeing Jia Zhen flicking the drops of water in her hair, she couldn't help but worry: "Father, don't show off your short hair."

"Bear boy, what are you talking about? Your father doesn't have a good hairstyle?" Jia Zhen looked at it again and again with the bronze mirror.Although his skills are not as good as Teacher Tony's at all, and he can be layered, but at least he is at the same level as Master Wang at the entrance of the village.He did it himself, carefully cutting each one.

Secretly, I cut it a little bit shorter every day, and trimmed it like a potted plant. After two days of hard work, I finally got a clean and neat hairstyle.

"But even if you have a reason to put your hair on fire, it's too short." Jia Rong looked up at the short hair, and sighed: "What if someone uses the technique of disgusting witchcraft to deal with you? You The head is so recognizable, it's easy to grab your hair."

"I didn't tell you." Brother Jia Zhen patted Jia Rong on the shoulder: "Don't worry about it. This kind of thing is completely deceiving. A single hair can really do harm to people, so the order in this world is still not complete. Messed up? Randomly grabbing hair and killing people directly? Where did there come from so many fights and schemes?"

"But you performed so fiercely on the scene of the fire, and you have won the attention of the Shuanghuang." Jia Rong lowered her head: "I'm still a little worried."

"Appropriate worry is the driving force for you to move forward, but overthinking will make your hands tied." Jia Zhen raised her hand and rubbed Jia Rong's hair, and asked, "I really don't need dad to cut it for you? Look, my hair is already dry. How much?" Convenient! And hygienic."

"No!" Jia Rong took a step back and protected her head: "After you cut it off, you won't have a hairstyle. I can still wear all kinds of crowns, comb all kinds of hairstyles, and put in all kinds of hairpins! With all kinds of beautiful clothes."

"Okay, just to tease you." Jia Zhen smiled: "After dinner, you go to Shuntian Mansion first, and I always feel worried about where Jia Amnesty is."

"Uncle Xie is very powerful." Jia Rong admired, "I got two princesses at once."

"But he is often not smart." Jia Zhen said as she glanced at the hanging flower door.

Panting, Jia Qiang ran in: "Uncle, it's not good, the Raksha envoy has come to the door."

"He recovered so quickly?" The so-called one hundred days of injury!

"They were carried here." Jia Qiang took a breath, "And... accompanied by officials from the Ministry of Rites."

When Jia Zhen heard this, her eyes sank, she got up and went to the living room to receive her.

After hearing the intention of coming, Jia Zhen glanced at the envoy of Rakshasa who was lying on the ground, and put the teacup heavily on the coffee table: "Since it is a matter between two families, the strong should set the rules!"

Pointing at herself with a thumbs up, Jia Zhen was surprised: "If you say no, you won't allow it. Who are you?"

The Rakshasa envoy said without hesitation: "Because Jia Zhen, you have to be loyal to the emperor and love the country. This general finally agreed to it after being persuaded by all the officials from the Ministry of Rites of your country."

The officials of the Ministry of Rites who accompanied him smiled and persuaded: "I also hope that Lord Jia will put the court first. Luo Sha has already agreed that as long as the discussion is good and the rules are compared, he will start to discuss the matter with our court. The Minister of the Ministry of Finance, Mr. Song, has also done it. know."

Knowing that Song Xueci was still Jia Zhen's close relative uncle, the officials of the Ministry of Rites rushed to bring him out.

When Jia Zhen heard this, she smiled and said, "For the sake of the country, I, Jia Zhen, can understand it. If that's the case, then I hope that you, the envoy, will make everything according to the peace agreement."

"This is natural." The Rakshasa envoy paused every word, gritted his teeth, and said slowly.No matter how much he wished to defeat Jia Zhen, since Jia Zhen and Huoguang saved his life, he also accepted the love.

"I swear by the glory of the first Rakshasa warrior."

Jia Zhen nodded: "I have no other opinion on this matter. You should go to Jia She to discuss the specific method of the competition." Even if the special armor soldiers dispatched today will be the ones who will fight in the end, Jia She will be the leader anyway, even if it's a show. Ask him to go there.

Hearing this, the officials of the Ministry of Rites looked a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Lord Jia, our lord has said that in order to prevent the pardon of the old man from bragging over the sky, it is up to you to decide, and it is more likely to win some favorable terms for us. "

The Rakshasa envoy obviously heard this too, and sneered with deep disdain in his eyes.

"Don't laugh too early." Jia Zhen said coldly.At least, he can't ask for the position of princess right now.Besides, Jia Amnesty's shit luck has always been against the sky.

Jia Zhen took a sip of the teacup that had been set aside before, and said, "Since Jia Amnesty said to imitate the previous Battle of Harbin, we must also believe in his pride as the son of Jia Daishan. The strength is one to three, how about ?”

"One to ten in those days." The Luocha envoy said this, clenched his fists tightly, Jia Daishan led ten thousand elite soldiers to kill one hundred thousand of their army of tigers and wolves.

"But now I don't need your charity. I only send 50 people!"

"Just waiting for your words." Jia Zhen slandered in her heart, but her face was full of anger: "It's not a charity, after all, it's a reenactment of history!"

"you!"

"The envoys don't want to be angry, don't want to." The officials of the Ministry of Rites who came with them persuaded them to make peace: "Master Jia, please be kind to make money, and be kind."

Jia Zhen nodded to save face: "It is true that harmony is the most important thing. As the so-called competition is second, the most important thing is for the two countries to get along with the United States and the United States. Since it is a competition, it is better not to really fight, otherwise we will not What kind of flags, treasures, or protection of generals should be seized as a way to judge the victory of the competition?"

"Coward!" The Rakshasa envoy immediately spurned upon hearing the words: "What is a battlefield without bloodshed!"

"A reckless man!" Jia Zhen raised her hand and slapped the table hard: "That's all I ask, you talk to him. I've been holding back my anger all afternoon, and if I continue talking with someone, I might beat him up people."

Seeing Jia Zhen's serious words, the officials of the Ministry of Rites carefully looked at the Rakshasa envoy.

Hearing this, the Rakshasa envoy raised his head proudly: "In this case, the general wants to talk to you! I want to see how you beat me!"

"Have you ever heard of a comminuted fracture of the whole body?" Jia Zhen raised her hand and slapped the coffee table directly: "You can clearly understand public and private, don't take the country's identity as an offense, cheap."

After speaking, the tea table fell down and turned into dust.

"Take it with the mud!" Jia Zhen said coldly: "There is no room for bargaining! To judge the victory, the first to capture the flag, and the two with the least casualties. As for the people who were killed on the battlefield, they were not really killed. The weapons used in the competition were specially tested. Production, it will leave a mark when it is hit on a person, for example, if the mark is on the arm, it is considered half-disabled, and it can still get up and continue to move. If it is hit on the heart, it will be considered dead..."

Jia Zhen tried her best to recall the gameplay of the live-action CS. After telling the main points, she issued an order to chase away customers: "The rest of you continue to think about it and perfect it. Now it's getting late, so don't send it away."

"Da Zhou is still called the state of etiquette, why are you so rude?" the Rakshasa envoy was startled.

"Because I'm a prodigal son of a dandy, don't you know? Talk about etiquette and jokes with the dandy."

"Haven't you repented of your evil ways?"

Jia Zhen smiled, "What is righteousness and what is evil? I never talk about righteousness and evil in my life, I only talk about obeying the law. Why should I be low-key and humble within the scope of the law?"