Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

Although Ming Su's body is not strong, such a sudden dizziness has never happened before, Sanqi was secretly worried, and planned to ask the imperial physician to show the emperor a look.

Ming Su couldn't help laughing at his meticulous attitude like an old hen, "I'm really fine, if you're worried, go invite Zhang Daochang into the palace."

It sounds even more worrying. If you are sick, you don't see a doctor, but you have to see a magician.

"Go." Ming Su was still a little dizzy, this had nothing to do with the body at all, it was purely a sequela caused by the shock of the soul.

Daoren Zhang has the banner of Ming Su, it is very convenient to enter and leave the palace, and he arrives in less than half an hour.

"I heard from Chief Sanqi that Your Majesty is not feeling well?" Daoist Zhang still has some supernatural powers, and he still looks young and handsome. It is conceivable that he will meet another self in the world in a few years, and it may be the feeling of being a different generation.

About the lack of Ming Su’s soul, he told Zhang Daoren about half of it, and he hid the part about the emperor star, so he didn’t hide it from Zhang Daoren. Divination."

Zhang Daoren is no longer the old Taoist priest who was so poor that he went to the kitchen to catch thieves and eat thieves. He took out a small white jade stick from his bag. The body and the stick were carved from white jade. It is only for the personal use of His Majesty the Emperor.

The stick was gently placed in front of Ming Su.

Ming Su was about to reach out to touch it, but Zhang Daoren suddenly said softly, "Your Majesty has already known it in his heart, why bother."

"That's why the world worships gods and Buddhas." Ming Su's finger touched the stick, and his complexion was more translucent and whiter than white jade, "Now that I think about it, I should have killed her a long time ago. Even if my things are smashed and burned, I won't tolerate others Sticking hands. If that soul has already recognized the master and is so worthless, if you give it back to me, I don't want it anymore."

"Your Majesty, be careful all the way here."

"When did I say where I was going?"

"Say it or not, it doesn't matter. Pindao has a hunch that this time you will definitely make a worthwhile trip." The more Zhang Daoren calculated Ming Su's fate, the more casual he was towards him, not to say that he was lost. Instead of being respectful in attitude, many cumbersome etiquettes were omitted, because Ming Su would not mind at all.

At this moment, when he looked directly at Jun Yan, what he saw was not only the young emperor in front of him, but the stars and rivers behind him, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and even his heart would burn with it.

Ming Su got up and smiled, "You will stay in Qianyuan Hall to cover for me."

At nightfall, the news of His Majesty's sudden serious illness spread from the palace, shaking the government and the public.

Concubine Yan was almost, really close to wanting to pull this shit Taoist priest out and kill him. Although she was also a player in the Immortal Team, Concubine Yan didn't have a good impression of Taoist Zhang, especially because he was a monk for Jia Daishan.

Why do you want to replace it? Jia Daishan should become a monk himself to avoid future troubles.

"I usually see that you serve His Majesty diligently, and Aijia can't say anything, but you actually dare to persuade Your Majesty to take the same clothes." Concubine Yan was so angry that her hands shook, "If Your Majesty makes a mistake, Aijia will definitely not let you go." .”

"If I were you, I would take care of His Royal Highness Yi Wang first." Daoist Zhang remained calm, and even looked up at Concubine Yan who was furious, "Your Majesty is also giving Yi Wang a chance this time, you'd better hope that Yi Wang will not move."

I'm afraid that His Majesty the Emperor has already prepared his countermeasures. Even if he goes out of Beijing to look for Ji Qing, news of his serious illness will spread.

Concubine Yan abruptly cut off two nails. King Yi was her own son, and she knew exactly what the other party was thinking, but she couldn't help King Yi plot rebellion. Correspondingly, she couldn't help Ming Su kill her son either.

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat.

Among the Yan family's siblings, she can only rank third in cruelty, so she is caught in a dilemma.

Daoist Zhang saw that she had no other orders, Shi Shiran got up and chased her away, "Your Majesty, let's leave earlier, don't disturb Your Majesty's recuperation."

In the inner room, there was even a stand-in who looked somewhat similar to Ming Su, just in case.

"You are fine." Concubine Yan gave him a cold look, "The concept of Qingxu is also very good."

"Your Majesty, you don't have to threaten the poor Taoist. The poor Taoist is a foreigner. To help His Majesty is only eight words. It is the destiny, and the name is justified." Taoist Zhang shook the dust, "Please."

In his opinion, Concubine Yan's IQ is still there, but her mentality has begun to collapse.

But it's hard to say, the last court lady Ying'er was sent by Concubine Yan herself, maybe her IQ has also dropped.

Although they didn't want each other, they really had a good understanding at this moment, Concubine Yan was talking to her confidants, "Will your Majesty even blame me?"

"Your Majesty's temper, I can't blame you." The confidant rubbed her heart, "Relax your heart, Your Majesty is also your nephew, you have taken good care of him and the prince for many years, Your Majesty will definitely remember the friendship with you point."

but stay off guard

There should be.

"Stupid words, men like them will only remember the word love when there is no threat to their status and power." Concubine Yan thought for a while and sighed, "Let them go, if I If you try to persuade me, Song'er will probably hate me even more."

Although Concubine Yan took care of Jia Amnesty and Ming Su, Concubine Yan really did not make any outstanding contribution to Ming Su's ascension to the throne. On the contrary, it is because of Ming Su that she has the honor today.

But Ming Song felt that Concubine Yan must have put in a lot of effort in it, and I was afraid that she would always resent Concubine Yan for pushing her nephew to the top for the sake of sisterhood, but completely disregarding the life and death of her own son.

Especially when Ming Su praised Ming Jingyou more than Ming Song and Ming Yan, this resentment became even more serious. It would be better if it was released, but Ming Song inherited the tolerance and acting skills of the Yan family. He is so eager, I'm afraid he will hide it from him.

His confidant is attached to her, and he must hope that she will not fall down, so he persuaded, "You should persuade King Yi, if he is really... You will also be implicated, even if His Majesty wants to keep you, how can the courtiers do that?" Agree?"

Mentality is very important to a person, and when Ming Su knew that Concubine Yan had really summoned Ming Song to persuade him, he was already only a half way away from Yanmen Pass.

Sure enough, my aunt still made some moves, and the next step will be easy.

Jia She didn't realize that his brother was getting closer and closer to him. He was still doing his best in Li Guogong's office. Today he finally stopped being picky about food and clothing, and started to go sightseeing in the streets.

In the same Guan city, Juyong Pass is full of verdant greenery and is full of vitality, but Yanmen Pass is dead, and the faces of the people are numb. When Jia She heard a child crying from hunger on the side of the road, he pinched his palm with his hand in his sleeve and turned his head to face him. Li Guogong's soldier said, "Where is the most prosperous street here? I want to open a shop."

The soldier thought he was hallucinating, "What did you say you were going to do?"

The author has something to say: Ah, I'm sorry, it's too late tonight, and it's still short, and I'll make it up to you.

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There is a stupid father and a confused stepmother inside, and a partial grandmother and troublesome second wife outside. Jia Hu feels that he is not here to time travel, but to die.

However, he can only rely on himself to live well and help his younger brother Jia Lian to thrive.

Fortunately, he was not unlucky in the end, and was lucky enough to serve as a bodyguard for His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the emperor.

His Highness doesn't care about mundane affairs, he is obsessed with calligraphy and painting, but he is very kind to Jia Hu, and even specially gave him a portrait.

Jia Hu: Wait...wait a minute, why is Chen's portrait a dog?

But in the end, His Highness himself suffered retribution. The dog in the painting jumped off the wall in the middle of the night and licked his face.

Jia Hu: Yes... I'm sorry, I can't control it

***Here is the reading guide***

1. Ma Liang, the Magic Brush of the Red Chamber (No!)

2. The hero crosses over, the original line, the black second room

3. Don't marry a wife, it's too sweet, the Lord accepts it! ! !

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