Jia She, the drama of Red Mansions

Today is Lunar New Year's 27, the day when the emperor seals his pen.

In modern words, the wonderful Spring Festival holiday is about to usher~

However, Emperor Dejia deliberately did not let the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty have a good year, so he did not leak a word about the lotus pond.Even if someone with ears and eyes knows that the lineage of the fifth prince has been arrested and put under house arrest, but the fourth prince has not been released, and even the second prince, ninth prince, and ten seventy-eight little princes are still in the West Fifth Institute. , so no one dares to draw a final conclusion.

Therefore, it is human nature that he, Jia Amnesty, attracts the attention of all the people.

Silently repeating back and forth three times in his mind, Jia Amnesty stepped into the waiting room with a smile, facing the sight of a volley of civil and military soldiers from all over the court.The conscience of heaven and earth is not what he wants to come, he would rather not know so much, and even stay in the West Fifth Institute.But what about reality?

He stayed up late last night to write a publicity plan. His brother Jing ruthlessly overturned it several times, and finally passed it. He was reminded to go to the morning court. The last day of work every year is the Grand Court Meeting. Those who have benefits can receive blessings from the emperor. Go home.

Ah.

Seeing that Jia She's face was wrinkled into a dry white radish, with ice scum on it, the king of Beijing Jing felt that he was getting old, so his heart softened, and he broke the silence of the room with a loud voice, asking: "Your brother What? Didn't come with you?"

When the courtiers heard the words, their eyes burst into light. They really deserved to be the King of Beijing, and they hit the nail on the head!Although it was investigated by the third division on the surface, but who can step into the waiting room, which one will be a stupid beetle?More or less, I always have my own sources of news. Naturally, after four days, I know that it is President Jia Jing who is involved in the case.

"If you go back to the prince, my brother is only a fourth-rank official, and he dare not step into the waiting room."

——The Waiting Room is a place for courtiers to gather in front of each other. It is equivalent to a tea room, and it is only that big.In normal times, it's okay to say that the court will be full of darkness, and the fourth-rank officials even step in the threshold of the Qianqing Palace, let alone the waiting room that is as big as a palm.

King Beijing Jing heard the words, looked at Jia She's aggrieved look, almost choked, but turned his eyes and glanced at the official uniforms of the people around him, drinking a cup of tea silently to calm down.It is true that the officials in the house are all at least three ranks, not even three ranks.As for the Sir, it is all there.After all, Sir, in terms of etiquette, they are more noble than officials, because they represent the past or present achievements of a family, and achievements are transformed into honor.

"Well, it's indeed Brother Jing's temperament." King Beijing Jing choked out his words, "The purpose of studying hard for ten years is this day, relying on talent."

Jia Amnesty smiled and listened to people's compliments, and raised his eyes to glance at the other people present.King Beijing Jing is qualified to ask him a question directly. As for the others, if his uncle can ask him a question on the basis of his elders, no one can ask him by name directly.

But on the other hand, he, Jia She, can name a lot of names, and he can make a rumor first with a single word of mouth, no, he is doing things according to the order!

"Uncle Shui." Jia Amnesty licked his face and changed to a friendly address, "If you are free tomorrow, you must come to my nephew's card promotion banquet."

"The thing you mentioned in the invitation post yesterday?" King Beijing Jing was silent for a moment, raised his brows, and asked as if remembering.

Jia She nodded, with a shy look on his face, "My nephew is so cheeky, I've been a little poor lately, I'm just thinking of an idea, and I'd like to ask all of you uncles to help me out."

King Beijing: "Straighten your tongue and speak well, are you poor?"

"It wasn't before..." Jia She sighed and lowered his head: "Now that I've counted, I find it difficult to be the Patriarch."

King Bei Jing nodded in understanding, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the scrutinizing expressions of others, patted Jia She on the shoulder, and said without hesitation: "Then go back and explain in detail."

"Uncle Shui, I..."

"Okay, I know you're touched. Your father is your father, you are you, and I, Shuitian, are not so foolish as to bully children. Uncle said nothing," Shuitian patted Jia She's chest, "Don't worry."

"No..." Don't let me finish crying poorly!

"Ahem... Uncle, my nephew is a little sick, and he's still not recovering. Take it easy." Jia Amnesty looked as if his chest was hurting, and even his complexion was distorted, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly to cover his chest, "It's nothing, Just frightened too much, frightened."

"About the lotus pond?" King Beijing squinted his eyes, and quickly glanced at the other courtiers chatting privately in groups of three or four. Once again, he seemed to have a good understanding with everyone, and asked the most anticipated question, "I heard that Xiao Is Zhenzhen still lost her soul?"

"Uncle Shui, other people don't know, you don't know?" Jia She had a guilty look on his face, but he pretended to be indifferent, and gave an example, "Don't say this is the capital, it is Zhili, which Taoist temple or temple does not have him. The peace talisman? That is, a seedling of a thousand acres, intensively raised. It was a little bit hurt, so I panicked. To be selfish, I almost went crazy when I saw someone go down the river on the spot. He also went down three times to rescue three,"

He gestured with three fingers up, and Jia She said: "Can you still have strength? In the end, you were rescued. What kind of soul is lost? My father's substitute, Daoist Zhang, has to stay at home every day? What can he call it?" outsider?"

Seeing this, King Beijing became more and more convinced that this big nephew who looked like a white radish had some small plans, and followed the words of the man, emphasizing the origin of Taoist Zhang again, lest there be newcomers present, who did not know who it was.

"That's right, I forgot, the Taoist priest in Qingxuguan is your father's substitute, it seems that he still has two brushes, and he is also called a great illusion fairy, that's amazing."

"That's right." Jia She raised his head proudly, "He is Daolu Secretary Yin Zuozheng!"

"........."

Upon hearing this, the courtiers looked at each other.In this dynasty, monks and Taoists were under the jurisdiction of the recording department.Daolu Division Yin is in charge of Taoist affairs, and the chief official is Zhengyin and Deputy Yin.Zhengyin is now the Daoist Heyun of Gujinguan, and he is the confidant of Emperor Dejia.This pair of seals is led by Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, but it doesn't matter.Down the official rank is Zuo Zheng.Although this is the third in command, there is no doubt that he is also the second in command, a Taoist priest trusted by the emperor, and a capable person in Taoism.

With such a capable person, if Jia Zhen really encounters ghosts and gods, she really doesn't need outsiders.

But what happened in the past two days was beyond human effort.

Is this pretending to be a ghost or is there a ghost in the world?

Full of melancholy, the courtiers went to court.Follow the process, wait left and right, and see that the emperor has sealed his pen at the end, and no one has asked about the case of Lianhuachi.The second prince's grandfather, Li Ge, was cruel and made a statement by himself.Regardless of interests, it is human nature for him to care about his grandson as a grandfather.

"The third division of this case is still in trial. When the evidence is conclusive, it will naturally be announced to the world." Emperor De Jia's face was expressionless, and his tone was cold, making it difficult to hear any emotions. "Before the case is closed, Li Aiqing, don't be too concerned about this case."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in Qianqing Palace was suffocated, not daring to think deeply about what the emperor meant by these words.

Could it be a trick?

I can't restrain my emotions!

The courtiers sighed silently.This kind of tone, this kind of environment, it is easy to think too much.

"Wei... My minister would like to follow the emperor's teaching." Hearing this, Mr. Li Ge felt cold sweat running down his back, tried his best to stabilize himself, and bowed respectfully.

The courtiers glanced at Mr. Li Ge. With such a young man, the others gradually became active.I don't care about the case, but the mouth of the people still needs to be considered.

"Qizou Emperor, it's the New Year's Eve now, and the people are also talking about it. I'm afraid that if someone takes advantage of it, rumors will spread, which will damage the majesty of the royal family."

"The minister seconded the proposal. The sound almost lingered in the entire capital, and there was a faint fragrance. If this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing was used by lawless people to take advantage of loopholes, or even use them to fool the people, if it was more than ten years ago It’s like a remnant of evil, what should be done. The humble minister boldly begged the emperor to urge the third division to find out the truth as soon as possible, so as to appease the hearts of the people and prevent future troubles.”

Seeing that the two came out and the first one was not concealed, Jia She guessed that it was almost the same, and as if he had done something wrong, he came out to make a statement, "I want to play the emperor, and the minister has something to play. The two adults Xiaochen has to say a few words about this. First, when the Lianhuachi case happened, Xiaochen was at the scene. Xiaochen has always been impatient, and it involved a thousand acres of seedlings in my Jia family, so he made some moves The adults present here have also misunderstood the common people."

Repeating the importance of Jia Zhen's single seedling and the reason for donating sesame oil to death, Jia She touched his nose, "It's not that we believe in Buddhism, it's this brat who destroyed the pond for releasing people and made a fuss about burning incense sticks." , almost burned the ancient and modern temple. If we don’t apologize, how can we make up for it by donating sesame oil? There are also a series of other things, big and small, which are all blood and tears. But, things like gods and Buddhas, I Jia forgive It was because of my father who stood in the Qianqing Palace!"

After saying the last sentence, Jia Amnesty suddenly raised his voice, causing everyone present, including Emperor Dejia, to twitch the corners of their mouths.I know you rely on your father, but can you stop saying you rely on your father so confidently?

Emperor Dejia sat high and could see clearly. At this moment, Jia She was still looking like a victorious little rooster, proudly patrolling around.

"My lords, you have read a lot of poetry and books, and you are learning the ways of the sages of Confucius." Jia Amnesty was heartbroken, and almost punched his chest with his fists, "The sages of Confucius have said it all, and it is pitiful that the banquet is empty in the middle of the night, and you don't ask the common people and ask ghosts and gods. Standing in Qianqing Palace today, you have ghosts and gods inside, are you worthy of the books you read, worthy of Confucius, worthy of the people of the world, worthy of the emperor?"

"If there are ghosts and gods in this world, and there are gods standing three feet above their heads, then I, Jia She, will be the first to swear," Jia She raised his hand and swore, "Everyone who doesn't obey the law will die."

Manchu Wenwu looked at Jia Amnesty dumbfounded.In the midst of the stupefaction, a person came out inadvertently, turned his head to look at Jia She, and asked: "Jia Enhou, if you say that, the execution ground was suddenly struck by lightning, how should I explain it? The execution ground!"

Jia Amnesty: "..."

Sixth prince, could you please look up and see if your father is successful?Can you stop being so 666666.

"Sixth prince, I rely on father," Jia She paused every word, and said with a smile, sonorously, "I believe in father!" Staying up late to write scripts is useless!My pig teammates...

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