Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

Wang Ziteng will be a ghost if he can pay.

The most prosperous families in Jinling City today are the Jia family and the Shi family. Coincidentally, the two can be regarded as fellow villagers, but the Wang family is not a vegetarian. The old house of the Wang family was originally located in Wuyi Lane by the Qinhuai River. Although it has changed hands many times over the years. Home, the Qinhuai River has also become a famous entertainment industry.

But the Wang family is still proud of the character Wang in "Old Wang Xietang Qianyan".

And they have an in-law relationship with the Jia family.

Jia Daishan's daughter is the third aunt of Wang Ziteng.

Wang Ziteng's father has the title of Duke of the county, and he was the head of the Lifan Academy in the early years. Later, the old man in the family passed away, so he went back to Jinling to observe his filial piety. As a result, the late emperor died again after the filial piety, and lost the best time to recover. .

Father Wang was thinking about how to take advantage of his third sibling's relationship to regain his official position. If he knew that his son would meet Jia She to come out to tell fortunes today, he would give 1 taels, not to mention 10 taels.

But how could Wang Ziteng think that Rongguo Mansion's precious lump, the little brother of Jinshang, actually came to the street to tell fortunes, so he stood up by the hands of the imperial guards, and looked at Jia She as if he wanted to eat him alive, "You fight You should have paid for my soup and medicine, but you would sue the villain first."

Jia Amnesty held the table leg in his hand, "Tsk, you are inferior to others, so what does it matter to me? You smashed my stall, so I can't beat you? Hurry up and pay for my table and chairs."

Before Wang Ziteng could speak, the vegetable sellers and steamed stuffed buns who were watching around, as well as the owner of the tea shop next door, said one after another, "Well, how can the leader of the small road not beat you!"

The old flower seller especially looked down on Wang Ziteng, and looked at this rich man from top to bottom, "You are tall and big, but if you want to do something to such a child, you can't beat him, it's embarrassing."

"Too much deceit!" Wang Ziteng was still clear-headed, and had a good attitude towards the patrolling guards. "Masters, this little Taoist priest is clearly lying and beating people. Why don't you take him down?"

Not to mention that the deputy commander of the Gyeonggi Imperial Guard is Lao Zhao from the former Rongguo Mansion, it is said that this group of imperial guards, from young to older, are all brought out by Jia Daihua, who dares to win Jia Amnesty.

The leading little brother gave their eldest son a questioning look.

You can at least make up a passable reason to fool the past.

The trouble was so ugly that Jia Amnesty would definitely be beaten up by Ning Guogong when he returned home.

Jia Amnesty was still the same way, "He smashed my things, I just thought he was going to hit me, and naturally he had to fight back. If he didn't hit me, how could he get these two blows, and I obviously didn't hit me hard."

The slap was just on the face, and there was no injury other than the nosebleed. It was mainly on the stomach and back. A person like Wang Ziteng would definitely not take off his clothes in the street for an injury test.

The imperial guard then said to Xi Ni, "You are indeed impulsive, you should allocate the table and chair money to the Taoist priest, and that's the end of it."

Seeing that Wang Ziteng was still talking, the little brother in the lead turned cold and said, "Then you go back to Gyeonggi Prefecture and have a good talk with us. At the feet of the Son of Heaven, if you don't agree with each other, you will smash the stall and hurt others. What kind of dignity is it?"

It was obviously on the side of the little Taoist priest, but the situation was stronger than others, Wang Ziteng could only endure his anger and pay Jia Amnesty another 20 taels, and left with a nosebleed in one hand, and cut Jia Amnesty several times before leaving.

"What kind of eyes does this man have? Why do you stare at me? If it wasn't inconvenient for me, I wouldn't be able to beat him to death." In fact, Jia Amnesty can be regarded as "raised in a deep boudoir", and the people he sees are Kong Fengnan or his elder brother Ye besides relatives, friends and servants. This is the first time that someone who is so "sexy and insane" is disgusted like this.

Ming Su felt that this was the normal attitude of a straight man, and he didn't intend to beat the prince up, so he congratulated Jia She and said, "Congratulations, you have earned twelve taels."

Earning these twelve taels was really hard work.

Knowing that he was laughing at him again, Jia Amnesty talked to the imperial guards on his own, "Speaking of which, is there a gangster collecting protection money here? You have to protect me well."

"Yes." The imperial guard also had a big head, and asked in a low voice, "Which one are you singing?"

Don't stay in the good palace, come out to experience life.

"You'll know in the future. In short, protect me." Jia Amnesty was very worried, "You can't always fight. If uncle finds out, it will definitely not be good for me."

The imperial guard thought that the ones to be protected might actually be the gangsters, and those soft-legged shrimps were not enough for the prince to smoke for a meal, so he was very worried immediately, and cleaned up the broken table for him, and got brand new tables, chairs and benches from somewhere, Even the bamboo pole attached to the iron mouth was changed.

Jia Amnesty's fortune-telling booth suddenly became upscale, very glamorous.

"Thank you very much, I invite you to drink." Jia She spread his hands towards Ming Su, "Brother, give me the money."

Ming Su laughed angrily, "You want to invite the brothers to drink and ask me for money? I don't have it. Didn't you just make money?"

"That's different. I earned it. I have to save it as my wife's money. Hurry up and give me the money." As Jia She said, he was about to pick it up by himself, and felt around his waist to find nothing, "Hey

, Where is your purse, hand it over quickly. "

Tsk, my brother's waist is quite thin.

Ming Su slapped his hoof, and took out a purse embroidered with Xinglin Chunyan from his sleeve, "Take it, you are really a debt collector."

It's really just getting in and not getting out.

The imperial army was patrolling the city, how could they dare to pick it up, they had to shirk for a long time before they got away, and the leader walked out of Sanjie Street, when he suddenly remembered, "Did the prince call that brother brother? I didn't look at his face carefully just now, that is the prince of Ningguo Gong." Is it? The sound seems a little different."

There are always a few people in the group who will notice Ming Su's beauty and prosperity, and reply, "It's not the prince, maybe it's the Taoist priest of Qingxu Temple? I remember that Rong Guogong has a substitute who is the Taoist priest of Guannei."

The other one smiled very obscenely, and pushed his companion, "Hey, did you see that Xiaodao Chang looks even more beautiful than Shizi, with that face, it's amazing, why isn't he a girl."

The connection of a series of keywords is also due to Lao Zhao's daily nagging, the team leader suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and when he realized it, his knees softened and he fell to his knees.

They...they actually met His Majesty the Emperor.

Ming Su ascended the throne when he was less than 15 years old, and it has been several years now, but he is really a very quiet emperor, he lives in seclusion, except for ancestor worship, New Year's Eve and other important events, he usually does not show his face.

But with the legends fabricated by the priests, in the eyes of the common people, Ming Su doesn't look like an emperor, but more like a god, and the palace seems more and more mysterious and distant.

"Fuck, brother, what's wrong with you?" Everyone hurriedly helped him up, and the team leader grabbed their hands and said, "We must go to that street to inspect more, we must, we must live well Ensure the safety of the son and the Taoist priest, they live, we live, we die, we die."

Snapped.

The people left him again, thinking that he was sick, and were afraid of infecting themselves.

The team leader sighed that everyone was drunk and I was sober, so he got up and patted the ashes, "You idiots."

The dark guard followed them for a while, and reported these words to Ming Su truthfully. Ming Su was holding a rough teacup in his hand, hesitating whether to take it or not. It's useless."

"Yes. Would you like your subordinates to bring you some good tea?" The dark guard couldn't bear to see him like this, "Otherwise, if you let Sanqi come back, you must have a suitable person by your side."

Ming Su thought he was talkative, so he said flatly, "Then you can replace Sanqi as the head of Qianyuan Hall, I think you are quite appropriate."

"The subordinate didn't say anything." The dark guard was clearly a passerby asking for directions, and he left again after asking, but his footsteps were a little messy.

Jia Amnesty was also quite reluctant, snatched the broken pottery cup from his hand and said, "Brother, go back first, you have to get up early tomorrow, I have nothing to do here, anyway, they can't beat me anyway."

Asking Ming Su to sit with him and set up a stall on the side of the street is simply an underhanded and reckless waste of money.

Ming Su herself didn't think so, "I'll just accompany you for a day if you do your business. Besides, it's already a good start, and I'll close the stall and go back after sitting down for a while."

Jia Amnesty wanted to say that the two of them were not going back to the same place, but Ming Su was a little more relaxed with him, and he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, "Then sit for half an hour and go back. Earn ten taels a day, and it's only a thousand in four months." 200 taels."

"Aren't you going to raise the money to 100 taels?" Ming Su said, and came up with an extremely sacrificing idea, "If you can't do it, just smile at them."

"I'm not Baosi, if laughing is useful, I'll change into a woman's clothes to make a laugh. Brother, why are you looking at me like that?" Jia She turned his head, and was horrified by Ming Su's eyes.

Ming Su lightly said, "If you're willing to wear a skirt once, I'll let the hidden guards come over and let you tell your fortune. I'm sure uncle won't be able to find out."

Jia She touched his arm, "You laughed so hard that I got goosebumps, I just said it casually, I didn't really intend to wear a skirt."

"But what I said is true." The corners of Ming Su's lips curved even more beautifully, "100 taels of money, you can think it through yourself."

"Tch, am I this kind of person? The teacher said that riches and honors cannot be promiscuous, and poverty cannot be moved. I can make money myself." Jia She flatly refused.

Ming Su didn't say much, just sat on the side and lowered her eyes like a wall flower.

Jia She pursed his lips, took a quick look at him, and then turned back, "Let's say it first, it's 100 taels to do the calculation, and you have to make sure that someone comes over every day for me to do the calculation."

"Deal." Ming Su pulled back a round, every pore of his body felt comfortable, "Then let's go, the stall is closed."

"Let someone go back to Rongguo Mansion and tell me, don't tell me to wait for me again." Jia She got up hesitantly, "Then you are not allowed to play tricks."

"You think I'm you?" Ming Su glanced at him, his eyes were filled with countless romantic ups and downs, as if he was still the emperor star in Ziwei Imperial Court who is free-spirited.

"Wear it!" Jia She likes him the most. No matter where he is, he always sticks to his heart. He is immediately fascinated and praises his brother with his weak cultural knowledge, "I just know today. What does it mean that a glance of spring water shines on a person's coldness?"

However, this is a poem written by Cui Jue to the singer.

Ming Su thought in his heart that he would reward this stupid thing with a box of rouge later, and let him experience for himself what it means to have two-faced peach hair from the mirror.

Eunuch Sanqi, the chief executive of the Qianyuan Palace, finally received the grace of His Majesty the Emperor, and was released from the Clothes Bureau. Before he had time to thank him, he received a heinous decree.

"Go and find a set of palace clothes that your son can wear. You can't miss jewelry and makeup, and you don't want what others have worn." Ming Su leaned on the couch and watched Jia She's puffy face. After thinking about it, he said, "First Warm a pot, I see Shizi's face like this, I really want to drink."

The author has something to say: I made up the Wang family, and it was set up like this. Wang Ziteng is the second child, and because Wang Xifeng's father took the title of county duke, I assume he is the eldest, because I said before that Jia Daishan's brother-in-law is not The eldest son, so she is the third aunt.

If there is any conflict with the original, I have offered delicious food to Mr. Cao in July and a half and the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, and he will forgive me.