The patriarch of the Red Mansion is so handsome

After finishing speaking, Jia Zhen looked at Song Xueci's dazed look, touched her nose, and went to pour tea for others obediently.Drink tea to calm your mind and calm your mind, lower your anger and lower your blood pressure.

He also knew that his action carried some risks this time.But you really can't blame him!From ancient times to the present, both East and West have had the habit of discussing before meetings.Tomorrow they will enter the palace to meet Emperor Luocha, and the civil and military officials of Luocha are naturally discussing how to deal with it.After the Rakshasa Emperor held the general meeting, he called his confidants to hold a small meeting.After the small meeting, I turned my head to face the crying daughter-in-law.

Coincidentally, when he arrived at Emperor Rakshasa's bedroom, he overheard Rakshasa's queen baring her teeth and cracking her eyes to take revenge, and then witnessed the queen blowing the pillow, but Rakshasa opened her mouth and muttered, he couldn't understand .He has only been learning Rakshasa for more than a month, and what he has learned is the version of Mandarin that is equivalent to the standard of later generations, and he is still at the level of understanding daily conversations.How do you know that Rakshasa is just like them, with different pronunciations in ten miles.What's even more exasperating is that it doesn't matter if the Rakshasa Emperor has an accent, and the couple quarrels with dialect!

Isn't this bullying?

He, Jia Zhen, is studious enough to ask himself.It's been ten years since he beat zombies, and he can still pick up books and gnaw them into his brain again!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not easy for him, and he would have to pour himself a cup of tea later to put out the fire.From now on, the whole world will speak Chinese, saving him from learning!

Unaware of Jia Zhen's grief and indignation, Song Xueci subconsciously raised his hand to stop Jia Zhen from pouring tea when he saw the fierce look on his face.He was afraid that when Jia Zhen raised her hand, she would simply and rudely pour the teapot on Emperor Rakshasa's forehead, but fortunately, it was okay!

Looking at the teacup handed over, Song Xueci heaved a sigh of relief and hastily raised his hand to take it, and drank it clean in one gulp.

After filling the cup in his hand, Song Xueci watched Jia Zhen raise his hand to reach the teapot again, and raised his hand directly, firmly controlling the "tool of crime" in his hand.

Seeing Song Xueci's neat and smooth movements, Jia Zhen mistakenly thought that she was insane by stimulating others.Not daring to interrupt the other party's movements, Jia Zhen quietly waited for Song Xueci to hold the teapot in his palm like a soup lady, and said, "Master Song, when I came here, I actually thought about what to do next."

Hearing this, Song Xueci calmed down, squinted at Jia Zhen, who seemed to have a clue, and gritted his teeth: "You...you...you..."

Breathing back and forth twice, Song Xueci was heartbroken: "Jia Zhen, when will you be able to use your smartness to the mainstream recognized by the world? I remember that you have been sick since you were a child. If you don't do your homework, can you tell your husband that you forgot to bring it?" If you are discovered, you will say that you lost it next time; if you are discovered again, you will say that the tea is ruined; if you are discovered again, you will be beaten by your grandfather; next time you can threaten someone to copy your homework for you; if you are discovered again, next time you will Then use your pocket money to buy someone to copy for you; if your pocket money is confiscated, you simply make your husband sick and can't assign homework."

Jia Zhen: "..."

"Each time, it can be said that you are absorbing the experience of the previous failure and then making corrections. But why don't you do your own homework?"

"So..." Song Xueci held on tightly to the teapot with the memory of being a substitute teacher in the family school when he was young, "I... the one who should be calm is me, right?"

Jia Zhen nodded aggrievedly.The original body left a scumbag name emotionally, but he still has the name of a brat.

Seeing this, Song Xueci tried his best to force a smile: "Tell me what you want to do next. Anyway... Anyway, it's not me who is so anxious. Because if you really tie people back because of your accent problem, then I will definitely listen I don’t understand. I’ve only learned Rakshasa for more than a month.”

Jia Zhen complimented Song Xueci, the god of learning, and then said: "Master Song, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of "Journey to the West". We can also do "Journey to the East"."

""Journey to the West"?" Song Xueci raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jia Zhen, and said with a sense of sarcasm, "When the Jia family had a split in the previous year, the emperor said that you were like a lawless Monkey King. Of course, then Sometimes saying that you are the Monkey King is a little bit of a disgrace to the monkey.”

Jia Zhen: "..."

"Of course, apart from the emotional issue now, in terms of force, you can still be called this joke."

Listening to these words of praise, Jia Zhen said: "Now let's not talk about Sun Houzi, we are talking about Sun Houzi and his master's god-brother Tang Taizong."

"You mean?" Song Xueci's tone was drawn out, his expression became more serious, and he said in a deep voice, "The second general's palace gate suppresses ghosts, and Tang Taizong's soul is revived from the underworld?"

Hearing this, Jia Zhen patted her head.Compared with Song Xueci, he is a complete scumbag.

"I can't remember the specific titles of the chapters. Anyway, Wei Zheng killed the Dragon King of Jinghe in his dream, and then Tang Taizong was entangled by the Dragon King ghosts and gods. Then there was the story of Tang Sanzang going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures." Zhen said: "If the matter is settled like this, it can be regarded as a peaceful coexistence, right? Let Luo Sha be his brother, send envoys to Da Zhou to study, and Da Zhou can also send people to Luo Sha to hand them over. Of course, the second half of the matter will be left to you. You are in charge. I will be in charge of convincing Raksha the Great that there are ghosts and gods in this world, and then eliminate the evils."

Cultural export, peaceful evolution and change, Jia Zhen also knows it!

With a confident smile on her face, Jia Zhen glanced at Song Xueci: "How is it?"

"It is based on the cognition of ghosts and gods, and it took several times before Tang Taizong believed in ghosts and gods. And the key is that this is just a fabricated story." Song Xueci said with a blank expression, "Can you Jia family read less A storybook legend?"

"Master Song, it doesn't matter whether the story is true or not. The important thing is that I think this idea is good." Jia Zhen looked down at the Raksha Emperor who was thrown on the bed, and said, "I have a way to make him I believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world. This time, we will not force him to question him. When he is thrown into the grave, he will doubt himself. Then, I will repeat the old trick and tie him up and throw him anywhere. And then tied into the [-]th floor of hell..."

"You don't want to say that kidnapping people, and still binding a dignified emperor, is as simple as eating and dressing, is it possible?" Song Xueci raised his hand and pressed the blue veins on his forehead that did not know when he did not know when, "The plan sounds good. Okay. But are you sure you can sneak into the palace again?"

"Believe me, I'm not sure about other things, stealing people under my nose is still a must."

Song Xueci put his hands on his forehead together: "Use the word kidnapping. Also, you... If you can really make sure, then I will find a chance to prepare materials for pretending to be hell."

"Don't worry, I'm sure I can do it." Jia Zhen said solemnly, "Don't put on such a dejected posture."

"It doesn't matter whether I'm frustrated or not. The important thing is that you take someone away immediately. I want to rest well and recharge my batteries for tomorrow."

"Okay, you have a good rest." After finishing speaking, Jia Zhen raised her hand and carried the Rakshasa Emperor on her shoulders, then quietly concentrated on luck, and after inquiring about the places where the Rakshasa guards were staying, she stood by the window and was blown away by a gust of wind. Scrape yourself out.

Watching the meteors streak across the sky like the legendary meteors, Song Xueci silently covered the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep.Don't think too much, the sky is falling and the earth is falling, let the emperor worry about it.

Compared to Song Xueci, who was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, the emperor, who was one of his worries, was really not in a good mood at the moment.

Emperor Raksha swallowed tightly, and looked sideways at the stone tablet on his back by the moonlight.I saw that the surroundings of the stele had been weathered, and the red paint that outlined the handwriting had faded away, only moss was overgrown, and the surroundings of the stele were tall weeds.In addition, there is a strong fishy smell in the nose, as well as the sounds of barking dogs and buzzing mosquitoes.Of course, in the distance, those bright or dark, flickering non-stop flames.

This place is clearly...

Emperor Luocha's head was stiff, and his eyes slowly glanced at the stele again. He looked at the word "Tomb" under the moss on it, blinked vigorously, and when he realized that he was still in a "dream", he directly deigned. Losing everything, he howled out in a loud voice: "Come here, escort!"

Jia Zhen, who hadn't left yet, watched the Rakshasa King in full swing and clapped her hands.In order to look like his ancestors appeared, he specially found a stone tablet to protect people from the wind, and even covered people with straw, so that people would not catch a cold.

And now...

Look, in order to prevent the Rakshasa Great from being eaten by the surrounding vicious dogs, or some vultures and eagles, he deliberately waited in the cold wind.It wasn't until the nearby villagers heard the howling that they came to investigate the situation, then they turned and left silently.

It is true that there are cemeteries, they are just mass graves.

Fortunately, I haven't told Mr. Song about this.

However, Song Xueci should be used to it.

Jia Zhen was so "safe" that a gust of wind blew herself back to the room, took off her clothes and got into the bed, and even stuffed her clothes into the bed together, making her feel warm.

After closing her eyes and resting for more than an hour, Jia Zhen got up and started a day of exercise against the still gray sky.Even if he has supernatural powers, the supernatural powers must be used to enhance them so that they can become one with the body.And in addition to supernatural powers, many foreign skills in ancient times are also worth learning.

Hearing the sound of punching in the courtyard, not only the people accompanying Da Zhou, but Luo Sha and his party were also used to it.Not only did they get used to it, but many of the guards also started training together.

In the box room, Paul glanced intently at Jia Zhen who was exercising, and glanced at the Rakshasa guards who were watching.Looking at the adoration flashing in their eyes, they couldn't help but sink.

Even though he had only been in contact with Jia Zhen for a few days, Jia Zhen's display of force, as well as this perseverance in training regardless of the weather, this self-discipline, was very popular among the Rakshasa people.

"Such people from Da Zhou are a complete worry to Rakshasa." Paul glanced at Suofu who was beside him.

Suo Fu whispered: "Indeed, but the final outcome of this matter depends on the Emperor."

"kindness."

While the two were talking, a Rakshasa soldier ran in. After saluting, he hurriedly whispered a few words into Paul's ear.

"What?" Paul subconsciously glanced at Jia Zhen in the yard, then quickly looked at Suo Fu, and asked, "Hurry up and call the guards from last night, I want to make sure whether Jia Zhen has gone out. "

"Master Paul, what happened here?" Soph asked someone to pass the guard, while looking at Paul, his eyes were full of confusion.

Considering that the information he received was too horrifying, Paul didn't care about the disagreement between him and Soph, and whispered: "There is news from the palace that the emperor is missing."

After Suo Fu heard this, he subconsciously glanced at Jia Zhen in the yard downstairs.I saw that Jia Zhen was sweating profusely now, and she had already shaken her arms, and asked the servant to order the water to be boiled for a bath.

"No matter what the situation is, we must not let this news leak out, nor let people see any clues." Suo Fu lowered his voice: "Song Xueci, according to the information, is an old fox among old foxes."

"Then pretend to be 'hanging' and let them sit on the bench after entering the palace today." Paul said in a deep voice, speaking in an unskilled manner.

"........."

Jia Zhen: "..."

While taking a bath, throwing last night's clothes into the water just in case to "destroy the body and wipe out the traces", Jia Zhen listened to the plot with her ears pricked up, feeling that she was very busy.

With such a busy schedule, I have to eat more steamed buns for breakfast!

And I have to stay up late at night to show my spirit.

Where should I throw it this time?

How did "Journey to the West" scare Tang Taizong?

There seems to be a door god in front of the [-]th floor of hell?