Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

Jia Daihua originally planned to let Jia Jing take the imperial examination route, and gradually weaken the military power in the Jia family's hands, not wanting Ming Su to be born out of nowhere.

From the current point of view, although Ming Su has a well-developed intelligence network, there are not many available people in his hands. Many courtiers who were abolished by the prince were either cleared by the late emperor or have turned against each other. dissatisfied.

Jia Daishan came to power by stepping on the abolished prince, and now the two brothers say they support Ming Su and Ming Su, their reputation is not very good.

Some courtiers who thought more deeply thought of Yan Lingyun.

In the past, it was because of the abolished prince who humiliated Yan Lingyun, but now it is because of Yan Lingyun's support for Jinshang, so the logic is more logical.

Yan Lingyun's nickname has changed from Spring Breeze and Rain Yan Xiaoguo's Uncle to Smiling Tiger, and now she has added another nickname of beauty and misfortune.

It can be said that all the blame in this team has been carried away by Yan Meiren. What's more, he thinks that he and Ning Rong have some unclear relationship.

In any case, Jia Daihua changed the family's strategy.

Fortunately, Jia Jing was very skinny since he was a child, so he was very happy when he was asked to practice martial arts instead of studying.

Although Ming Su is indifferent to others, he is not ignorant of good and evil. In fact, he attaches great importance to friendship. Jia Daihua thinks of him, and he respects Jia Daihua from the bottom of his heart.

"Then listen to Uncle, and let Jia Jing stay with Yan Shuai so that he can learn something." Ming Su said, Yan Shuai Yan Jingshan is a person like Yue Fei, he guards the border without any selfishness, he is purely passionate about serving the country man.

And Yan Jingshan has another identity, he is the deputy general of Jia Yan, the old Ning Guogong.

When Ming Su thought of this, Jia Daihua was at a loss for words, and managed not to lose his composure in front of the young emperor, "I thank you, Your Majesty."

"Uncle, there is no need to talk about this between you and me." Ming Su shook his head, "The world is not a world for one person. It is my good fortune that Uncle is willing to help me."

Jia Dai said in his heart that His Majesty's blessing is indeed great, he was blind when he was young, his parents died, he lived in the south of the Yangtze River, and he was imprisoned in the palace when he was a little older. Get rid of the emperor and win the throne.

He had no doubts that if the abolished prince was still alive, Ming Su would be able to stand out from all his disciples.

Seeing his serious expression, Ming Su felt that it was not suitable to go deeper today, so he raised his head and said, "God, why don't you come out? Waiting to send fragrant flowers and clear springs to bathe you?"

"Here we come." Jia Amnesty came out with his hair loose, and he kept wiping his hair with a wet cloth in his hand, "It's all Sanqi, I don't know how to comb it, look at this curly hair, it smells like rubbing Can't wipe it off."

Panax notoginseng didn't use any hair oil at all, but it was loosely tied with a double ring, and it was hard to argue that it was Shizi's own psychological effect, wishing he could get under the ground.

Ming Su signaled Jia She to sit over, took the cloth towel and wiped it carefully for him, "You're thinking too much about where the smell is coming from. Bear with it, and go take a bath after talking with Uncle."

Jia Amnesty kicked off his shoes, sat down cross-legged, and brushed his hair casually twice, "Uncle, stay for dinner."

Jia Daihua finally got his gaze, and immediately laughed and mocked, "I still can't, I can't smell the smell of powder, and you will make me lose my appetite."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm not right for you to make fun of me like that." Jia She said, "Could it be that Auntie doesn't use rouge and gouache anymore. Sanqi, Sanqi?"

With such an "affectionate" call from the son, Sanqi had no choice but to emerge from the ground, "Your order, sir."

"Go to the inner mansion to find some high-quality makeup powder and bring it back to uncle." Jia She tried to provoke his uncle, "It's my kindness."

Jia Daihua: ...

If it wasn't for Ming Su's presence, Jia She would definitely have been beaten.

Ming Su said, "I remember that Jiang Ning weaves a new batch of brocade, you take it together, half of it is given to Ning Guogong's wife, half is sent to Rongguo Mansion for their eldest lady, and some jewelry utensils are also picked for her."

Jia Dai calmed down a bit, "Your Majesty doesn't have to go along with Xi'er in everything, he's becoming more and more like a little fool."

"I have a sense of propriety." Ming Su said and remembered another thing, "Old Hou Ye said that their big and small tripods also practice martial arts. If uncle is free, he will recommend two masters to him."

"Isn't it too late to practice martial arts at this age?" Jia Daihua's own children have practiced since childhood.

"If you're leading an army to fight, the art of war comes first, as long as you can see through it." Ming Su saw that Jia Daihua understood, and said with a smile, "Uncle, stay for dinner, and the hour is about the same."

Every time he laughed, it gave Jia Dai the feeling of melting ice and snow, especially when the emperor laughed outside only a handful of times, which made him feel that the monarch and his subjects were close, and it didn't hurt to work hard.

Tsk, the magic power of the Yan family.

The little fool just sat there for a while, but couldn't hold on any longer, kicked his shoes and walked in again, "You guys chat first, I can't do it anymore, Sanchi, fetch water for a bath, let's eat after washing. "

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After fighting with someone, I was already sweating a little, and the dress was scented, even after wearing it for a while, Jia She felt that the smell on his body was indescribable.

Seeing that he really left, Jia Daihua revealed the matter of the bet, "I hope Your Majesty will forgive me for being a parent."

"I made twelve taels yesterday. He is very capable. I always hope that he can grow up, and I also hope that he can always be a little fool, and so do I." Ming Su didn't blame Jia Daihua, "I hope he can earn money as soon as possible." Redemption at 1 taels."

Jia Daihua returned home after dinner, lying on the bed at night, thinking more and more wrong, what is "redemption"? ? ?

It was our child! ! !

In order to redeem himself, Jia Amnesty still went to set up a stall the next day, and asked Sanqi to call him earlier.

At first, Sanqi called him half an hour after Ming Su went to court, Jia She covered his head with a quilt, and said he would sleep for another hour, and when Sanqi called again, he said to wait.

Just like this over and over again, he didn't get up slowly until Ming Su had lunch and came back from the discussion.

Ming Su was eating the afternoon tea snacks, and said speechlessly, "Get up now, if you delay leaving the palace for a while, people will close the stalls, and go to earn money from ghosts?"

"Didn't my brother say to let the hidden guards come to tell the fortune? I'll set up a stall in front of the hall. You can just let them come directly. Why run around." He said, "Share me a bite, ah."

Taking a bite of the shortbread with Ming Su's hand, she still complained, "Why is it stuffed with red bean paste?"

"If it has other flavors, let Sanqi pack it for you." Ming Su immediately threw him out.

Because Ming Su didn't accompany him, Jia Amnesty took Xiao Lin with him, either for safety reasons, or just to talk to someone, Xiao Lin had always been dressed as a guard with narrow sleeves, but he suddenly changed into a wide Taoist robe, he was not used to it anywhere.

"This is the clothes worn by His Majesty, you have to confess when you go back." Xiao Lin said, quite proud.

Jia She could not help but make him proud, "Give it up, burn another three sticks of incense every day, be more religious."

The two chatted nonsense, and when they arrived at the stall, Jia Amnesty found that his stall was gone!

To be precise, it was smashed. The small stall that was bright and beautiful yesterday disappeared. The tables, chairs and benches were smashed to the ground.

He got off his horse, thinking that he had gone by the wrong way, when the clerk from the small teahouse next to him poked his head out, saw him, and hurriedly said, "Xiao Daoist, it must be the person who was looking for revenge yesterday, we will open in the morning, your stall It was smashed."

"Thank you, please eat cake." Jia She divided his sesame shortbread into two pieces as a thank you gift.

Xiao Lin said, "What should I do now? Or buy a new table?"

As he spoke, he looked at Jia Amnesty, for fear that he would get angry.

Who knew that Jia She was gnawing on a shortbread, his eyes sparkling, and he was not at all unhappy, "Whoever smashed it, of course we can find someone to pay for it. Let's find someone to pay for it. It would be great if we knew where this person lives!"

No one cares about him.

"If only I knew where that person lived yesterday!"

super loud.

After a while, a passer-by accidentally bumped into Jia She while walking, and stuffed a small scroll in his hand, on which was written Wang Ziteng's name and his current residence.

"Tsk, my brother has hidden guards, so it's possible we don't have one." Jia Amnesty tucked the small scroll into his sleeve, touched Linju's head, "Let's go."

The capital is rich, and it is not easy to live in a big place. When Wang Ziteng came to the capital, he only had a three-entry house in a barely accessible location, not as big as Jia Min's boudoir.

Regardless of the steward's obstruction, he went to Jia She to trouble him early in the morning. He didn't want Jia She to be there, so he smashed the stall in order to vent his anger.

Although the martial arts exam is also held every three years in Chunwei, Ming Su separated the civil and military exams into two years, unlike before, they were both held in the same year, with a difference of only one month.

The conditions of these martial arts families are considered average, and some older ones even worked as bodyguards because of their poverty, so they fawn on Wang Ziteng a lot.

It's not that Wang Ziteng has no brains, it's just that he doesn't need the money to help others. It's a wonderful thing to be praised while drinking wine. He was about to ask someone to add more food and wine when he heard the young servant say in a hurry, "Master, the outside is here!" Two Taoist priests came to you and asked you to lose money."

"It's just in time, my master is looking for him." Wang Ziteng drank the wine in his glass, already half drunk, took the long sword for practicing martial arts from the wall and went out.

Jia Amnesty had already bypassed the screen wall. Seeing him striding forward in a menacing manner, the table leg in his hand held a sword flower, "Master Wang, you are not authentic, are you? You are going to be a scientific researcher, and you are working in the capital." It's better to keep a low profile."

Later, whenever Wang Ziteng thought of his impulse today, he wished he could travel back and give him two slaps.

But at this time he was already on the top, standing with his sword horizontally, as if he wanted Jia Shege's dog's head to fall to the ground, "Today I will let you know what is called authenticity."

Kobayashi leaned against the door with folded arms, feeling that he was really brave.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry, Disney played too high yesterday, I didn’t get up until [-] o’clock this afternoon, and then I went back to sleep after eating...I didn’t wake up until [-] o’clock in the evening...