Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

"Why does your son think something is wrong?" Zuo Xianwang noticed that his expression was wrong, "But the dim sum is not made delicately?"

Jia Shexin said that the customs are different in different places, and it may not necessarily be the kind of youth balls eaten during the Qingming Festival, so he said, "It's nothing, I just remembered the dim sum I ate in Jiangnan when I was young."

"Your Majesty is knowledgeable. I heard that this is said to be a snack eaten during the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River. Try it to see if it tastes that way."

Jia Amnesty: ... Really.

"Why do you remember to eat Qingtuan? It's time to prepare zongzi." Jia Amnesty didn't dislike bad luck, and there was nothing in this area that could bring him bad luck. It's just that people like them eat whatever is in season. There is a lot of attention to be prepared for any festival or gift, and if a youth group comes unexpectedly, he will inevitably feel that it is Zuo Xianwang who has been tricked by others without knowing it.

King Zuo Xian didn't feel anything at all, he smiled very happily, thinking he was heroic, "It's just a few glutinous rice dumplings, you can eat it if you want, we are not as superstitious as you Tianchao people."

Jia Amnesty: ...Damn it, believe it or not, I turned into a Pixiu and frightened you to death, so I became superstitious.

Xia Chong couldn't say anything, he didn't bother to pay attention to Zuo Xianwang, and didn't touch the green ball, just poured tea to drink, "Since you like it, eat more."

Zuo Xianwang hadn't seen him for half a year, his already unattractive face was haggard, his eyes were deeply blue, and Jia Amnesty could even see a few wisps of sickness emanating from him.

"In the past half a year, I have been worrying about the business here. I don't know how the prince will compensate me?"

"I've already given you the profit, what else do you want?" Jia She didn't want to tangle with him, raised his teacup and said with a smile, "Tea instead of wine."

"Eat roasted whole lamb at night to welcome you."

"Okay, I'm going to rest for a while, I'm so tired from the journey." After Jia Amnesty said, he got up and left the tent. Jiang Ziyu was already waiting outside, "I have sent someone to send a message to Duke Ning."

Jia She nodded, and asked in a low voice, "Who is there beside King Zuo Xian?"

Of course Jiang Ziyu would not ask such stupid things as how do you know, so he went on to answer directly, "King Zuo Xian took in a new concubine, who has been kept in a tent. We haven't seen it before, but the trick is pretty good Many, playing the piano for a while, and cooking for a while."

"Oh, that means you don't know the details?" Jia She just asked in vain, rather displeased, "Why didn't you send me a letter earlier?"

"Ah? I have a message."

Jia Amnesty stopped, turned his head to look at him for a while, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are so maddened, you and I must remember this lesson."

The letter must have been intercepted by the teacher.

Well, there are only two masters and apprentices in total, and they are fighting among themselves.

Jiang Ziyu was almost knocked to the ground by him, and said loyally, "I really don't mean to contact Yu Li directly."

"That's right, aren't you afraid that my father will beat you to death?" Jia She waved his hand, "Anyway, let's just remember it, and I'll think about it."

If you can't, use the little Pixiu with wealth to explore, even a female ghost will not be afraid.

After an afternoon's buffer, Jia Amnesty simply took a nap, changed into brocade clothes and golden crowns at night, went out and bumped into Jia Jing who came in a hurry.

"I'm finally willing to come back? I'm dragged down here by you and I can't move." Jia Jing saw him clearly as he spoke. He was dressed in purple and flaunted like a Wei Zi. The boss was a peony flower. Wrong birth, always dressed like a girl."

Jia Amnesty:? ? ?What's going on today?

It's not easy to care about this brother, so he can only roll his eyes, "Do you want to eat with me?"

"No, I'm not used to eating their food, you go. Tsk tsk, look, under the torch, your golden silk tapestry is brighter than the firelight, if you look too much, you will be blinded, hey! What are you doing!"

Jia Amnesty held his face in both hands, looked left and right, up and down, and said very strangely, "It doesn't seem like he's changed his face, why haven't we seen him for half a year, and he's nagging like a bitch."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped and fled away.

Jia Jing lifted his foot into the air, and was so angry that he wanted to throw a torch towards his background, "Get rolling!"

"Why did my brother become like this?" Jia Amnesty asked Jiang Ziyu again.

"You also know about the bad things at Yanmenguan. The prince has to protect the border trade and guard against the Tatars. He is so busy that he can't even sleep." Jiang Ziyu said, "Actually, this subordinate also has the same temper, but I don't have the temper of the Ning family's son, nor his identity, so I don't dare to get angry."

Jia She was speechless, "Oh, you don't need to tell me about this."

Jiang Ziyu said seriously, "I have to tell, so that if I have an attack, the prince will understand."

It was quite annoying at first, but when Jia She arrived at the reception banquet, he found that there was no roasted whole lamb, but a table full of Jiangnan side dishes and youth groups.

This Youth League can't make it through, right? Is that how you think about Qingming?

"I heard that the prince came back and asked someone to do it. Try to see if it suits you." Zuo Xianwang also deliberately pushed the youth group towards Jia She.

Jia Amnesty smiled and said, "Are you sure?"

Zuo Xianwang wondered, "I'm kindly entertaining you, what does your son mean?"

Even for Jia Amnesty, he would have turned his back on others long ago.

"Since you know that Qingtuan is a Qingming snack, you should know that it is not something to entertain guests. You must share it with me, and I will not accept it." Jia Amnesty thought he had made it very clear. Just withdraw it, and he doesn't care about taking the Youth League's inner affairs for himself.

As a result, King Zuoxian seemed more angry than Jia She, and he didn't feel that the cooking was implying Jia She, "My son will never think that I'm cursing you, right? The majestic son of the Rongguo Mansion, you only have this kind of heart?"

Jia She thinks that he is the one who most needs to learn the dangers of lust, insanity and obscurity. He was a shrewd and sober person, but now he is not in a good mind.

He thought for a while, and left without saying anything.

The lord humiliated his minister to death, and his heir had a plate of youth balls on his face, wishing him a happy Qingming, Jiang Ziyu's mentality was completely different, and he didn't treat the new concubine concubine in a Buddhist way.

Jiang Ziyu can be regarded as an old ginger, who knows that something big happened before he did the trick.

King Zuo Xian died suddenly.

The last person to meet King Zuo Xian was Jia She, who still rushed away angrily.

And the Tatar Khan, who had recuperated in the tent all the year round, finally revealed his true face.

Jia Amnesty's tent was surrounded by Tatar warriors in the middle of the night. Jia Jing held a knife in his hand and looked at his brother, "Should we kill him or talk to him?"

With the skills of the two of them, it is not difficult to seize the horse and go straight to Yanmen Pass, but it is difficult to save the people with them.

Jia Amnesty signaled him to put down the knife, opened the curtain and shouted outside, "Please let Khan come in for a while."

The torch illuminated the surroundings as bright as day, and his eyes were brighter than any star in the sky, and he looked straight at the Tatar Khan.