Jia Lian of the Red Chamber is Emperor [System]

After hearing Zhang Jingyu's explanation, Jia Amnesty frowned and thought for a moment, then turned to talk to his son secretly, and then wrote to Wu Qi, wanting to ask what happened.After all, Zhuge Liang was better than the three cobblers. He couldn't make up his mind, so he asked people who could give him advice.As for the eldest nephew, I'm sorry, but the impression of the brat was too deep for beating each other back then, and I couldn't change it for a while.

Looking at Jia She with a face of "Son, do you think Baba should be a mascot or the king in power will reach the pinnacle of life?" Jia Lian silently fiddled with the abacus and was speechless for a moment, then said casually: "Father, I have another set For the papers of the government examination, you can go to the dormitory in the backyard to practice first?" Don't tease me!

However, Jia Lian tightened his grip on the abacus, he should really know this cousin.

In his previous life, he had heard about the case of the previous crown prince overturning the case, but he was young at the time and could not remember it clearly. The only sequel that he remembered was that a group of courtiers who claimed to be the former crown prince gathered a large group of people in Ping'an Prefecture, under the banner of " The banner of supporting etiquette and maintaining orthodoxy was reversed, and finally, the head fell to the ground.

By the way, his father asked him to send a letter, and the father and son also became accomplices, and they were exiled to Ryukyu without pardon.

In this life, what should he do?

The master said that when Empress Dowager Ning found the orphaned daughter of the former crown prince, although there was a result in the blood, she did not give up looking for the legendary youngest son, the child of the former crown prince who died early.

I really don't know why the other party is so swearing, so convinced.Jia Lian silently slandered, if he knew who was behind the rumors to confuse the public, he would definitely tear it up!Now, his "nephew looks like an uncle" child is the number one suspect.In the past six years, even though Wu Qi arranged many retired personal guards to guard Jia's mansion, and the dark guards moved to guard in the dark, it still could not be changed. The emperor carried out surveillance under the banner of protection.

"Lian'er~" Seeing Jia Lian frowning in deep thought, Jia Amnesty ignored the paper handed over, moved closer to rubbing Jia Lian's hair, hugged him into his arms, and rubbed vigorously.He has already made an agreement with Wu Qi that this son is either his or his. Even if they wear green hats all their lives, they don't want the child protected by sister Xiu to step into that dark vortex again.

But obviously there are two fathers supporting him, but his son still looks like a boy who is worried about breaking his heart, and it makes him feel very distressed.He was thinking about it, but he didn't understand why there were so many sorrows at such a young age. Moreover, once Wu Qi became a teacher, he would become like the king of Hades, and he didn't have time for the homework assigned. Sad time to come?

"Huh?" Jia Lian raised her eyes, and obediently buried her in Jia Amnesty's chest, causing people to slap her on the head.In the past, I couldn't ask for father's love. Now, this father's love feels like a pug. When necessary, I will wag my tail to make people feel at ease.

It's heart-stuffed!

Jia Amnesty realized that he was too melancholy, afraid that his son, who had always worried about him, would notice something, and became more worried, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Tell me, how many people will we win tomorrow? What if... Bah, let's go ask the Bodhisattva to worship now?" Thinking of the upcoming announcement of the results tomorrow, Jia She was in a daze, and belatedly became frightened.

Throughout the ages, how many students have studied hard day and night for more than ten years, and they have lost their names?

As for him, he has only been studying for less than six years, and he is still half astronomical and half martial arts. After all, he was simply humiliating himself.

Listening to Jia She's rambling, Jia Lian, who was originally not too nervous, suddenly became nervous.

The father and son tossed and turned, spending days like years waiting for the final result.If it wasn't for being stopped by someone, Jia She would have wished to hug the quilt and kill him to sleep under the red list.

Early in the morning, when Zhang Jingyu stepped into the study, he saw the father and son standing around like ants on a hot pot. He asked the servants on the left and right, and after learning the details, he comforted him.

"How can I not be nervous, this is my first time going to the exam room. For someone as smart as you, going to the exam room must be like eating, how can you understand me...how do you say that word? Scumbag! Understand the heart of a scumbag." Jia Amnesty took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but frantically said: "If I'm like that Fan Jin, if I take the exam and take the exam, maybe I will go crazy too! This is the feeling of waiting. It's too uncomfortable. And..." Jia She's words stopped abruptly, as if he was caught in some kind of memory, with a hint of sadness.How long has he not thought of the Rongguo Mansion, or the ridicule he received in those years because Jia Zheng knew how to study.

If he wins this time, it's not the first step for him to step out of the Long March and step into an official career, but the first step towards a slap in the face.

Second child, didn't you say you can read?Let's not accept it and come to fight. He was just taught the wrong way by his master when he was a child. Look at how easy he is now, haha...

If it succeeds, this kind of secretiveness is not enough for outsiders~

"Father, don't talk about it, I really want to go to the toilet." When Jia Lian was nervous, he shivered from the cold, wanted to eat, stuffed his belly, and felt like booing again. One morning, He relieved himself five or six times.

When Zhang Jingyu heard this, a bitter smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.He has read poetry and books, but he doesn't even have the opportunity to be nervous.Within three generations of the Zhang family, they are not allowed to be officials.

Fortunately, without waiting for the father and son to get angry, Guan Shiba, the commander of the dark guard army, and Li Ergou, who was waiting in front of the red list early in the morning, were separated from each other, one with a sword and the other with a gun, successfully stopping the rest of the detectives the crowd and maintain order in the Yamen.The two occupied the red list, looked at it carefully several times, and rushed to report, "Congratulations to Mr. Guo Xing, the eighth in the county test, and the second master Lian, second in the county test."

"What?!" Jia Amnesty was surprised, almost weeping with joy. He could actually pass the exam one day, even if it was just a small county exam. Travel at public expense." He heard Lian'er talk about these benefits that are said to make servants loyal, and after implementing them, the effect was good, so he kept them and was dubbed by Lian'er as the "luxury welfare package for loyal servants".

In contrast, Jia Lian seemed much calmer. They had Wu Qi's guidance, they were systematic, they had scientific learning methods that were passed down from later generations, and they were blessed with a golden status. .

"Look at your son," Zhang Jingyu couldn't help pouring cold water on him after congratulating him, "Can you be happy after the child's test?"

"Okay!" Jia She clapped his hands and said without hesitation.

With great momentum, Jia She and his son passed the government examination in early February and April, and participated in the hospital examination in May with high ambition.When the good news came, Jia Amnesty couldn't help but changed into a Confucian robe, and walked around happily in front of the huge bronze mirror. From today on, he is a scholar!Even if the rankings in the exams are getting worse and worse, it doesn't matter, the scores are not high, as long as they are on the list.

La la la, he is a scholar, a serious scholar, he passed the examination by himself.

Compared to Jia Amnesty who didn't care about the ranks getting lower and lower, Jia Lian drooped his head and was a little unhappy.This college examination is only for the Jinling side. In the future, the provincial examination and general examination will compete with students from the whole province and the whole country.Can he still be on the list?

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Jia Lian was depressed, and he was more cautious about the upcoming provincial examination. He buried his head in studying hard all day, watching Jia She scratching his heart and lungs in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth were full of fire.

"Why do you think this child is so thoughtful, and you force yourself so much? He is only nine years old. How old is he? You were still beating people back then?" Jia Amnesty pulled Zhang Jingyu to complain.

"Who told you that you are an unreliable father." Zhang Jingyu paused his hand for peeling melon seeds, his eyes flickered slightly, and said coolly: "Who is young and not frivolous, you still have the nerve to talk about it now?"

“那可是娶妻啊，大侄子。”贾赦磨牙，“当年焉坏的文斗玩了武斗，把新郎官揍扒下的就你一个。”

Zhang Jingyu stuffed a handful of melon seeds into the man's hand, "Go eat your melon seeds. By the way, is my little brother insecure and why he studies so hard?"

"Maybe." Jia She bowed his head, "That year, things happened one after another, ups and downs, I was scared to death, maybe I ignored him."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyu paused, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, folded his arms around his chest, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared intently at the frightened Jia She for a while, "He grew up in the backyard before, and kept filial piety one after another. It is true that what happened when he was three years old left a shadow on him. Now he is only nine years old, even if he passed the exam, but you don’t lack the title of a young man. Take him out for a walk, travel thousands of miles, broaden his horizons, Or send him to the academy first, and live with his peers. After all, it is difficult to cultivate a convincing sense of security."

Jia Amnesty: "..."

"Zhang Jinyu!" Jia She snarled, "How is it possible, nephew, you wait, wait for uncle, I will kill the Quartet, and tell you what a man's responsibility is, and a father's vocation."

A good father, in Jia She's eyes, is naturally caring and heart-warming. His son prepares for the exam, he accompanies the exam, his son is nervous, he tells jokes, his son is tired, and he hammers his shoulders... His son feels insecure, so he just keeps going every day. Accompany you every night, cheer up, give love and support, in short, you must wholeheartedly take your son's opinion as the highest program of action.

Thousands of miles away, Tu Lv's fingers froze for a moment, his eyebrows darkened, and he looked at the letter paper coldly.It stands to reason that four years would be enough for Jia to pardon his father and add his wife's filial piety.He has no objection to staying for two more years, after all, it's not easy to argue with Zhang Jinxiu.But now, taking the imperial examinations and so on, he has to postpone his return for a year, and he will become a watcher.

Sitting alone in the hall, Tu Lv glanced at the thick stack of memorials on the left, his eyes darkened.It is too easy to find a business reason to go to Jiangnan.

Unaware that he has attracted the emperor, Jia Amnesty is sending eighteen family letters to the south of Fujian, urging his elder nephew to come back.Zhang Jingyu and his precious son are too different, and the two sides are not familiar with each other, so it is difficult to communicate with peers.He can be a good father, but it is also very sad for children to lack friends, especially good friends with the same three views.

Therefore, the only way to call Jia Zhen back is to make up the numbers first.

Jia Zhen was annoyed by the continuous receipt of letters from home.He likes this kind of life quite a lot. He doesn't have any elders to chatter in his ears. He got to know him well in the military camp, and he doesn't get squeezed out any more. He basically speaks with his fists, which makes him vaguely recall the old Rongning Street Little bully feeling.

It was July, the sea breeze was blowing with heat, and the sun was setting. After Jia Zhen finished training, she wiped the sweat off her forehead, followed her three or five friends, and prepared to have a meal and a drink.Half a month ago, a Japanese pirate ship was just hijacked. The brothers are all rich and must go to relieve it.

But before he walked out of the camp, he heard a series of young masters calling out like ghosts from behind.

Jia Zhen's face darkened, and she turned her eyes unkindly, looking at the panting young man running into the painting.

"Master, a letter from home says..."

Jia Zhen waved her hand impatiently, her eyes dimmed a little, he is sixteen years old, mother's rush is one thing.In addition, he also had to leave the barracks.Because, when he came, he followed the path of his master Wu Qi, and was thrown over to educate him anonymously. Few knew his real identity, and thought he was a rich man who was thrown over to be reformed.But later, when the flames of war raged, he was forced to accept, holding a weapon, and he would die if he didn't kill the Japanese pirates.

Gritting his teeth like this, and persevering step by step, he fell in love with this place where life and death are faced directly.

However, after all, he is not a simple big soldier, just follow orders.He is the patriarch of a family, the patriarch of a clan, a vortex of fame and fortune, and with Uncle She and the others returning to Beijing, he will also go back.Otherwise, the simplest one is that one cannot be honored by the emperor's decree, and that he cannot leave Beijing without reporting to the Ministry of Rites for record because of business, and he can be cut off.

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and Jia Zhen immediately had a gloomy face.

"I said Captain Zhen, it's okay to scare your little boy, but it will scare Yingying girl soon, now take it easy, take it easy." A familiar soldier patted Jia Zhen's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Hehe," Jia Zhen smiled when she heard the words.This oiran is his favorite style these days, he puts on a dignified appearance, and can chat a few poems, which can be regarded as a little leisure time in the army.

"Young master, I can forgive you for saying that this matter is extremely urgent, and please go home as soon as possible." After being frightened, Ruhua trembled, and seeing the person's expression soften, he said tremblingly.

"Uncle Shen?" Jia Zhen's complexion changed, she took the envelope with a slap in the face, opened it, and immediately beamed with joy, "Brother Lian and Uncle Sheen are both scholars! Haha, Commander Mu, Team Lin, Brother Wen, today Baihualou, I am treating guests and celebrating, please light it first, and I will write a letter first when I return home."

After speaking, before everyone reacted, they disappeared.