The Supreme Emperor Jia She of the Red Chamber

"Brother She, you are still doing this in front of your own son." Li Ming joked with a smile as he watched the guards go upstairs, thinking about his friendship with Jia She over the past few days.

"I've never heard of anyone. Children know how to be ashamed. Their seniority is a matter of seniority." Jia Amnesty looked indifferent, and glanced over "Jia Cong" inadvertently. Seeing the person's face was indifferent, his eyes were deep, and there was no trace of embarrassment. The child's nature, he couldn't help but let it go, his face changed into a look of shame, "To be an uncle, you have to have the appearance of an uncle."

"Haha." Li Ming laughed a few times when he heard the words.

"Brother Li, and all the brothers, please take care of today's matter." Jia Amnesty bowed his head and saluted, "I will prepare an apology in the future. Please forgive me now."

After finishing speaking, Jia Amnesty hurried upstairs.

Seeing Jia Amnesty leave, Liu Che glanced at everyone in the room, and stared outside the door for a long time.

Always felt something was wrong.

It's like a fishbone stuck in the throat, the fishbone is as small as a needle, every time I want to ignore it, it starts to hurt.

Because he couldn't figure it out, he moved to a new house, and Liu Che didn't deliberately pretend to be a happy child, but his eyes passed over the two real children who were having fun.

Sensing the "envious" gaze from behind, Hou Ziqi turned around and generously invited people to play a game of horseback riding and fighting.

"I am the general who protects the princess. You are a pirate. You covet the beauty of the princess and come to marry the princess. The eldest sister will be the princess." Hou Ziqi began to define the roles.

Liu Che: "..."

Jia Amnesty, who was finishing writing the letter, said, "...the royal family is playing house and involving international relations?"

What does he look like...

Jia She, who was about to complain, turned his tongue, and the picture that suddenly appeared in his mind made him a little ashamed.

Once upon a time, he was a little overlord, adhering to the idea of ​​looking at the world, his grandfather first and his second child, but he often caused ridiculous things.

Just like meeting Kangkang for the first time.

Like him, the eldest son of the Hou family, who was born with dystocia, was weak and sickly since he was a child. He was not at all like the strong bones of his farmer uncle in his bones, and he was as big as a cow with all his strength.

He vaguely couldn't remember his every move at that time, but he only knew that the room was filled with the fragrance of medicine, and after getting his grandfather's promise, he obediently took his newly-acquainted younger brother to the back garden to play.

Then her true nature was revealed, and she said very stupidly and domineeringly: "We played house, although you are good-looking, but your body is not good enough to give birth, so let's be an aunt."

Then, Aunt Kang smiled softly and coaxed him to take a sip of Coptis chinensis.

Then he grew up and never played such a naive three-year-old game as Jiajia.

Thinking of the past off guard, Jia She wanted to laugh a little, looking at the domineering and mighty little fat pier in front of him, "Little monkey, why do you think you don't have the elegance of a Confucian general from the Hou family?"

"I'm not a little monkey." Hou Ziqi puffed his cheeks and emphasized it seriously, "Hou Ziqi is famous for meeting bosom friends in high mountains and flowing waters. Grandpa Jia, if you have nothing to do, you should read a lot. My grandfather doesn't worry about me, but he still cares about you." .”

Being educated by a three-year-old kid with earnestness and earnestness, Jia Amnesty blushed a little, and hurriedly changed the subject: "You are young, you must be tired after such a journey. Take a good rest, and then I'll take you out to play."

"Really?"

Looking at the two happy faces, Jia She nodded solemnly.

After finally coaxing the two little ancestors to sleep, Jia Amnesty went to the capital to pass the news, and then began to analyze the news of the slaves from various families collected today.

At the same time, the arrival of Hou Ziqi quietly reached the ears of Jiangnan officials.

Zhen Jiaying, who had just mistakenly planned Lin Ruhai's success, had a frenzied look on her face when she heard the news.Lin Ruhai has always been cautious, and Lin Ruhai, who has been in Yangzhou for six years, is no match for a beauty, let alone a martial artist who can only fight?Rao has the name of the Hou family and Ru Jiang, and is a descendant of the founding father of the Eighth Prince, so what?

The other party has become in-laws with today.

That is his political enemy.

Now, in his territory, how can he be worthy of the title of the host if he doesn't make a fool of himself?

Thinking about it, the corners of Zhen Jiaying's mouth couldn't help but curl up, holding the secret report in his hand, and continued to enjoy the frivolous news of Lin Ruhai, the censor who was in trouble.