The whole heaven is watching Lao Tzu fall in love [Red Mansion]

When Jia Lian heard about this, she was so worried that she hurriedly asked her younger brother, "Why did you make a bet so casually? Do you have a plan in mind?"

On the one hand, he couldn't help sighing: "You, you are really too rash. You don't know, those sour scholars have always used the so-called sage's words as the most important principles of life, otherwise they wouldn't be like this. I have signed a joint letter. You are really..."

"Brother, don't worry," Jia Lang couldn't help laughing when he saw him circling around the room anxiously like ants on a pot, "Brother, calm down. Since I proposed to bet with him, I have already made up my mind."

"What other ideas do you have?" Jia Lian poked his forehead with his finger bitterly, "Why didn't you know to discuss it with me and my father beforehand? To make such a decision without authorization must be instigated by the restless and kind King of Beijing your!"

Jia Lang was speechless for a while when he heard that he had justified himself to put the blame on Shui Rong, feeling that his lover was really wronged by being shot.

"He never provoked me," Jia Lang tried to explain, "He only found out after the fact."

However, Shui Rong didn't say anything at that time. After he went down, he just touched his head with his hand and whispered to him: "Whatever you want to do, just let go and do it. Don't have any worries."

Jia Lian saw his younger brother reminiscing about it, and suddenly his cheeks flushed red, and his anger rose from his heart, and he suddenly remembered the other party's abduction of his younger brother, and he was only thinking of any chance to put the other party in a sack and beat him up. It took a while to relieve the hatred.Thinking about it, he suddenly remembered something that Tete asked for from those romantic children for his younger brother a few months ago, so he coughed lightly and ordered someone to bring a small box from the bedroom.

"what is this?"

Jia Lang looked at it eagerly, and saw that the box was only one inch in size, made of high-quality pineapple wood, with various flowers, birds, insects and animals carved on it, polished exquisitely and cutely.

Jia Lian lifted the lid, revealing a thumb-sized vial inside.The bottle was half filled with a slightly translucent liquid, which swayed with the movement of his hand.

"Look at it," Jia Lian said to him very seriously, "this is a good thing, it can help you win back a victory. You remember, put this thing in his tea, and don't leave him after that Left and right, I have been waiting for the effect of the medicine. Do you know?"

Drug effect?send what?

Jia Lang was confused, and his eyes were very blank.

Jia Lian looked at his younger brother's black and white eyes, and suddenly felt uneasy about instigating others to commit crimes.He coughed dryly again, and simply stuffed the box directly into Jia Lang's palm, letting him hold it tightly: "Don't worry about that much, you just have to do as I tell you!"

After saying that, he walked out of the room as if fleeing.Jia Xiaolang, who was completely puzzled, stood there blankly, glanced at the box in his hand and looked at the back of his elder brother who fled:  …

What the hell is this doing?

No matter what, my brother will never harm Shui Rong.So he stuffed the bottle into his sleeve, remembering that one day he would try it according to what Jia Lian had just said.

A group of gods who witnessed the whole process:  …

【right!right!Xiao Lang, that's a good thing, remember to put it away! 】

[If the medicine is effective, that person may not necessarily remember to turn off the barrage, hehehe...]

[...Do you still remember that you are the god who has no emotions or desires?And you, Laojun, quickly put away those gossip eyes, don't embarrass me in heaven! 】

What footless thing in the world spreads the fastest?

Naturally it was a rumor.

Teahouses and taverns on the streets of the market, seven aunts and eight aunts, or a group of old people who have nothing to do, there are people gathered in one place and whispering.Often a passage of words spreads quickly from here, and then passed on among many people one by one, gradually losing their original appearance in the whispering.

Jia Lang is well aware of the importance of public opinion.In modern times, whether it is a big or small star or a national event, it needs attention and topics to reflect its importance.Therefore, he swiped his ink quickly this day and wrote a small book for the boy.

The servants were all helping him with the usual things, and among them, Mo Xiang was the most important to him. He smiled and said to him: "Third Master, don't worry, I will definitely help you with this matter!"

Jia Lang laughed and said, "If you do well, I will naturally reward you a lot."

He has always been very kind to his servants, never scolding or belittling, and he always rewards more, most of the servants in Jia's mansion are willing to work under him.So they heard it one by one, and they all went happily.

As a result, in just one day, what the storytellers in the capital read and talked about all turned into this masterpiece that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Have you heard?"

"Of course I've heard about it, and I've seen it. Oh, it turns out that Princess Zhaoning is the reincarnation of a god, no wonder she took down the tens of thousands of Japanese pirates..."

"The reincarnation of the daughter of the heavenly dragon is really extraordinary."

"God bless me Daqing, God bless me Daqing!"

Some scholars also sneered: "How can anyone believe this kind of book?"

"I don't believe it," his companion shook his head, telling him, "If you don't believe it, you have to believe it."

"Why is that?" The scholar asked in great surprise.

The companion simply pointed it out to him, and the previous scholar couldn't help but take a deep breath after reading it, and said after a while: "It makes sense, I really have to believe it."

It turns out that in that book, a great deal of ink was spent describing how the current Holy Master reincarnated as a dragon and brought Daqing into a Qingming and prosperous age.For the sake of all the people in the world, the golden dragon resolutely jumped down from the Nine Heavens and was reincarnated into the belly of the Empress Dowager.His sons and daughters are also all extraordinary, among them, Princess Zhaoning is the reincarnation of the daughter of the dragon, who was born to keep Daqing safe.

If you blatantly say that you don't believe it, doesn't it mean that it is destiny to not believe the current emperor?

The scholar's complexion turned blue and white, so he had to bear it reluctantly.

For this reason, people in the market not only have to believe, but also have to firmly believe.Even the storyteller narrated it as a legend, and it quickly spread throughout the capital within a day. Everyone knew that the book only printed a few hundred copies, and it was quickly read by everyone. The coaxing and snatching is over.

Su Zhao got the news from a servant, and felt that it was ridiculous, so he ordered someone to buy a copy at a high price, and took it to the study to read it carefully.

As soon as he saw the cover, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching: "What the hell name is that?"

"How did the current emperor ascend to the throne?"It turned out to be—"

What is it?Su Zhao turned the book over, but couldn't find the second half of the sentence.

However, he also had to admit that this topic really made him very curious, so he turned a page and read it carefully.

The more he looked at it, the more strange his face became, and finally he held the thin book and said to his confidant: "Isn't this a folk story book?"

On the day the emperor came, dark clouds overwhelmed the city and filled the room with red light, and the strange fragrance wafted and filled the city with flowers blooming... At that time, all the flowers in his house were frozen to death, why hadn't any of them bloomed?

Not to mention the later description of Princess Zhaoning going into battle to kill the enemy, covered in golden light, using the seamless armor woven by Zhinu, the dazzling light made the enemy unable to open their eyes.Is this princess going to the battlefield with lights all over her body?

"My lord doesn't know," his confidant shook his head, and said to him, "it's these gods and ghosts that the people believe in most. Now, what is said in this book has already spread in the capital. Many people are clamoring, saying It is God's will for the princess to be an official, it is really not good for the master."

"Could it be possible that the common people in the world can be deceived by this nonsense?" Su Zhao sneered, "Even if the seeds of reading in this world are extinct, they will not be passed by this kind of words. The words of Zhu Shengren, Isn't it much more believable than this?"

After all, he didn't even want to read this book anymore, he threw it to his confidant, waved his hand and said: "Hurry up and burn it, I get a headache when I see these messy things."

His confidants climbed up from the common people in the city, and they hesitated to speak, but seeing that Su Zhao had already closed his eyes impatiently, he had no choice but to suppress his full of words, and threw this thin booklet into the into the stove.

The flames of the stove jumped up and engulfed it in an instant.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.When the day of the betting agreement came, the hidden guards beside the Holy One quietly sneaked into restaurants and teahouses all over the capital, listening carefully to what everyone had to say.Unexpectedly, before the spying guards came back, a letter signed by the common people in the capital had already been presented to the imperial court.

The tome was an extremely heavy stack, and Emperor Hui opened it to read it carefully, and raised his eyebrows involuntarily, and glanced at Jia Lang who was standing calmly under the steps.

"Jia Aiqing is really a unicorn talent, very good, very good."

He laughed loudly, apparently in a very happy mood, which made Su Zhao who was standing beside him agitated, completely puzzled why the Holy Majesty praised Jia Lang so much.

And that young man who was brilliant and beautiful just saluted indifferently, and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment."

Su Zhao suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart. He pinned all his hopes on the hidden guards who hadn't returned yet, and eagerly hoped that they would bring the news of his victory back to the imperial court.

In this way, I can feel completely elated, stand up straight in front of this brat, and watch him roll out of the court in embarrassment with a smile!

I have been an official for so many years, but now I have lost face over and over again on a brat, if it spreads, wouldn't it be a laughing stock?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking in his mind, and exchanged meaningful glances with the officials he had befriended.

If he can take advantage of this opportunity to completely drive Jia Lang out of the court...

However, when the dark guard came back, he reported to Emperor Hui, saying: "All the people in the world praise your majesty as the destiny, and Princess Zhaoning was sent by the gods to protect the world. Destiny."

When Su Zhao heard this, cold sweat couldn't help streaming down his face, and the bad premonition he had before had completely become a reality at this moment.He almost wanted to faint here, but he still held on and said, "I don't know what the content of the Wanmin Book is?"

"What's the content?"

Jia Lang sneered suddenly, and Emperor Hui ordered the little eunuch beside him to take down the heavy scroll for him to read.It is densely packed with countless names written on it.

Lin Daiyu, Liu Yanran, Jia Tanchun...

And others, longing for one day to be able to display this talent in person, instead of being a dodder woman who has to rely on men to survive.

Their graceful fonts filled the thick scroll and stretched along the unfolded paper.Among them are illiterate peasant women who write crookedly, Liu Erya, Li Xinghua...they may only write their own names in their whole lives, cannot enter the school, and can only live a life Then you can see the bottom of life.

Marry, have children, and then be busy for a little livelihood.The endless housework, the beating and scolding when the husband is angry, or the contempt of the loved one after being named on the gold list......

They were doomed to be trapped in this small space for the rest of their lives. The small courtyard easily locked them firmly inside, and even looking up became a luxury.

But it is precisely because of this that he feels unwilling in his heart, right?

But it's precisely because of this that he doesn't want to be manipulated through his life, right?

Do not!

Even, even just once, but my own destiny is not willing to be wasted in this deep darkness like this!

There are tens of thousands of names written on the snow-white rice paper, and tens of thousands of women, old or young, living in boudoirs or working in the fields, or women with rich powder and balm or plain faces, are all yearning for the same thing.

A little spark finally set off a prairie fire.The spreading flames almost burned Su Zhao's hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand.The scroll fell from his hand to the ground, and spread out along the ground at once. The mottled ink stains reached the end of the hall, and then stopped spreading.

"Master Su, they are also the people among the people, you can never deny it?"

Su Zhao raised his head and looked up. The white jade-like young man smiled lightly, but his eyes were shining brightly: "Oh, then you lost."