Jia Zheng Wucai in the Red Chamber

When Jia Zheng heard the words that he thought there was no Jia Amnesty, he went to work alone.

Seeing this, Jia Amnesty slowly sat on the ground leaning against the bookcase, covering his face with his hands, and laughed silently.Although he seemed a little cold-blooded towards Yuan Jia Zheng, he accepted without any hesitation that an outsider took the shell of his real brother.

There are thousands of reasons that can explain his behavior.In short, there is hatred!A person's emotions are limited. For Jia Zheng, who wanted to kill him as the head of the family, he couldn't be slapped on the left cheek and smile on the right cheek, so that people can handle it.

But now, Jia Zheng has suddenly surpassed his inherent understanding of "seizing the house".A demon!

Hehe, he doesn't believe in the rattan weapon theory!

He believed in his eyeballs!

After thinking about it, Jia Amnesty patted his own face vigorously with the hand covering his face. After the slap was over, Jia Amnesty rubbed his face and felt that it was not painful enough, so he slapped it a few more times.

The sound of "Papa Papa" echoed in the quiet study room, and Jia Zheng's brows also stood upright when he heard it.The thinking of the indigenous people is too incomprehensible.

If you say you are afraid, it is the correct way to directly call monks and Taoists to do it, but Jia She's face is shining brightly, "I'm so scared!" He also yelled: "Please associate!"

But the secret was known, so he had to consider how to deal with Jia Amnesty.Previously, Jia Amnesty was kept because there were only the two of them in the house, and because of the emperor.But if Jia Amnesty died at the hands of a cornered kidnapper, died of an accident, died of...

Thinking of all kinds of ways to die, Jia Zheng raised his eyes, followed the voice to look at the bookcase, his lips slowly moved upwards, and there was a helpless smile in his eyes that he didn't realize, and he said silently: "Since we are going to die Let him enjoy his final life."

Jia Amnesty, who was labeled as dead, froze as if he had sensed it, and his hands paused in mid-air for a long time.Staring dazedly at his somewhat flushed palm, Jia She stroked his reddish face again melancholy, and let out a long sigh.

He also knew that the best kept secrets were the dead.

In order not to let himself become a dead person, he tried his best to abandon his innocence, and even decided to go after the rattan demon.

But it was just this idea, now that he calmed down and thought about it, Jia She belatedly felt that his thinking was a bit weird.If it were the old man, he would definitely call for help right away, and then order all kinds of guards to come to me to protect him, the delicate and frail young master. Propaganda, on the grounds that "if you are not of my race, you must be punished", the fox pretends to use the power of the royal family and the whole country to deal with the little demon.

All in all, if you do things impulsively, you should take care of yourself first.

So, why did he now think of taming the rattan monster, inducing him to use the energy of the monster, helping the fourth son, stabilizing the throne and benefiting the country and the people?

Jia She slapped himself again in disbelief, he felt that his head was shining like gold, as great as the legendary Buddha, he cut his flesh and fed it to the eagle!

Is this still a dude?

He really has to be reborn, and his thinking has matured!

He considered others, even the development of the people of the country.

Never would I have thought that "the country is already alive and dead, so it's better to avoid it because of misfortune and good fortune!!", "If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world"...

All kinds of "tall" words came to the back of his mind, and Jia She got up all at once, wiping the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.He shouldn't be worrying about it, no matter what, if the sky falls and there is a tall man holding it up, even if he dies, he should spend a lot of money now, and first implement the academy he conceived. The fourth disciple passed Minglu and took in his godson to help pester the emperor first, to contribute a small amount of power to the reform of the sea ban, and to realize the political ideals of the elder brother first...

He still has so many things to do!

Jia Amnesty straightened his spine and rushed to Jia Zheng, exuding an air of "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds" that "the wind is rustling and the water is cold", he paused every word, and said to Jia Zheng: "I have already put the words that meet The best solution right now is for you, if you insist on going your own way and refuse to accept advice, and plan to deal with it cruelly and quickly, then give me some time and let me spend my private money."

"..." Jia Zheng wanted to reply, "What did you say before?" But he couldn't help seeing Jia She's eyes were reddish, and there was a crackling sound in his ears, and his words froze. .He couldn't guess how Jia She's brainwaves turned during this period, but he really wanted to make people die, and now that he was clearly punctured by someone, it was inevitable that he felt a little guilty.

So it was very embarrassing to say "hmm".

Hearing the kindness that seemed to be a verdict, Jia Sherao was somewhat prepared, but he couldn't help but catch his breath, but he came back to his senses and smiled lightly: "I read it right before, you are a good monster, and you are straightforward. I Now to arrange the funeral, I still have a lot of things to do."

Jia Zheng looked complicatedly at Jia She, who left what seemed to be his last words and then disappeared as quickly as oil on his feet. His whole face was blackened into a ball of ashes, and he felt that he was not as good as having kissed Jia She last night, so that people could understand that he is a human being, isn't he? demon!

However, Jia Zheng couldn't find Jia She for a while. He only heard that Jia She saw Yan Jin and generously forgave him for prescribing drugs, and begged people to cooperate in promoting the so-called new salt. Standing in the academy for a night in the snowy rain, the great scholar Ma Qishan was moved to Beijing to become a teacher. I only heard that Jia She left a sum of money as a fund for the rescue of abducted children. I only heard that Jia She went back to Beijing overnight...

Well, not heard.

Jia Zheng looked at the note handed over by the dark guard, put aside the first string of titles, and glanced down. His eyes were icy, and he stared closely at the words in black and white: "I am not running away. At the last moment of life, even if every second counts, I find that time is not enough. So I implore you, very kind-hearted Yaoyao, to extend the time for a short period of time. Really! I am ready to die. After all Death is an easy thing. When I understand that people's lives are not easy but they are lingering..."

Flipping through page by page, Jia Zheng read Jia She's "survival letter" like an old lady's foot wrap over and over again, pondered for a moment, and only came to one conclusion: Jia She's life review was well written.

If the accident hadn’t happened, maybe he would be quite relieved to be able to carry the jug and chat with people in front of Jia Daishan’s grave: Although I have taken over your second son’s body, I’m still helping you Rectified the boss and returned.

Didn't you see that Jia Amnesty was very grateful to him in the letter?It has been mentioned nineteen times.

But, no matter how you think about it now, it's not the taste. I always feel a nameless evil fire in my heart, which can't be dissipated no matter what.

Jia Zheng slowly kneaded the letter paper into a ball, but there were too many papers to knead into a ball shape. The more he kneaded, the more irritable he became.

When the sound of "stab" came, Jia Zheng's hands and feet froze, and he realized in a daze that he was too shy about dealing with Jia Amnesty.

In the past, Rao was raised in a nursing home, and when he went out occasionally, he met a child, an unarmed five-year-old child, and he was secretly vigilant, with his hands clasped on the bird, and if the other party had any clues, he would kill him immediately. Of.

In contrast, Jia Zheng was startled suddenly, his expression changed, but his eyes were still fixed on the half-ravaged letter paper in his hand, and it took him a long time to turn his face away.

He should have stayed in a peaceful society for a long time, and his methods have become more benevolent.

After all, his heart is old, and he was called father by Jia She.