The Supreme Emperor Jia She of the Red Chamber

Chapter [-] of "Notes on the Life of the Emperor": The old man is no longer a fool, he is not a human being, but a god!pit!hand!

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Genealogy is the treasure of respecting ancestors, distinguishing relatives, ordering elders and younger generations, and handing down lineages. Every time it is compiled, it is a major event among people of the same family with the same surname.

But for Jia Amnesty, it was just pulling the acting patriarch through the back door and threatening: "If you don't sign, I can't help but want to tell you about the brothels we have swum through these years."

"Uncle She, it's meaningless if you keep doing this." Jia Zhen muttered, took down the genealogy, glanced at the cross representing death on the paper, and looked at Jia She suspiciously, "She Uncle, since brother Hu's resurrection is such a happy event, why don't you hold a grand banquet to recognize ancestors?"

"This kid has always kept a low profile." Jia She said solemnly, and then, as if remembering something, curled the corner of his mouth with a touch of sarcasm, "Besides, even if I didn't let people recognize my ancestors, wouldn't it be spread all over the capital?" .”

"This is a happy event, and it's a good thing to pass it on." Jia Zhen couldn't understand the situation in the Rong Mansion, so she had to change the subject abruptly, and wrote quickly in accordance with Jia Amnesty's previous request: Opportunity, earning a chance, and being grateful to his teacher, so I took Zhao as my surname to remember the grace of re-creation."

After finishing writing, he pushed the genealogy tree in front of Jia She, "Uncle She, take a look, it's a good deal, don't go back on your word."

"Huh." Jia She snorted coldly, "My lord is a local tyrant, do you understand?" He said as he took the purse from his waist, and threw a thick stack of banknotes over, "I just took it out from the cashier, take more, don't tell me Uncle, you are welcome."

"Uncle Xie, what are you doing? I'm just talking for fun, just be conscious." Jia Zhen squeezed her purse, knowing the number of sheets without counting them in detail, so it was a little embarrassing.

"I don't want to spend my money. Is it arty to wait for the second child to support the Qing Dynasty and buy ancient paintings?" Jia She's eyes swept over Jia Hu who had "resurrected from the dead", with pain in his eyes.

It's all because of his incompetence as a father.

So incompetent that he would not let the child live in peace after death.

I hope, like Lu Buwei, he won't lose this big political gamble.

With a hostile look in his eyes, Jia Amnesty scrolled through the genealogy, and took Jia Zhen to the Ministry of Households together, chattering, joking, and playing tricks. The household registration official of the Ministry of Households completed the household registration certificate for Jia Hu with unprecedented efficiency.

After completing the household registration and taking the road guide, Jia She took Jia Zhen to the Tianxiang Pavilion, a brothel he often visited, as promised.

Tianxiang Pavilion is the largest prostitute hall in Chang'an City. It has always been luxurious, singing and dancing, and the people who open the door to welcome are the children of nobles and grandchildren.In the words of the small group of memories in his mind, it is a clubhouse that is tall and impressive.

Jia Amnesty and Jia Zhen are familiar with each other and visit the Gold Grotto.

The uncles and nephews planned to see Jing'er, who was newly promoted as the oiran's lady, today. He threw down a lot of money with arrogance, and walked slowly along the corridor of the canal to the central courtyard with the turtle bowing his head and nodding.

As an oiran, she lives alone in the first courtyard of Tianxiang Pavilion.

Looking back at the elegant scenery around him, Jia She suddenly opened his fan, and an inexplicable exclamation came to his mind: "It really deserves to be a state-owned enterprise."

This day, Xiangge is backed by the royal family, and the design of the courtyard is also ingenious. Considering the identity and background of the dude, out of the need for privacy protection, the separate courtyards are separated, and each courtyard is divided by water canals. No tall and lush trees are planted. Possibility of concealing stature.

Very considerate.

Jia She's eyes were rolling, and Jia Zhen was not idle here, curiously half complaining and half curious to Mr. Gui, "I said that your oiran's name is Jin'er, Jing'er, Jing'er, Jing'er. Yep, why did you just focus on the Jing death?" I was so frightened that I could only spend money to listen to a song every time, but I didn't dare to really do anything to him.

After all, if he said something out of his temper, he was afraid of scaring himself to death, and his father was not dead yet.

Hearing this, Jia Amnesty also returned to his senses, nodded from the bottom of his heart, and handed over a bank note, "You really can't hide this name?"

"Masters Jia, this...maybe it's a coincidence." The steward wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly put the banknote into his purse, "This stage name is given by the master according to his mood, and the sisters can't decide."

"Ah."

After getting the explanation, Jia Amnesty and Jia Zhen didn't take it seriously, and continued on their way, discussing with great interest what song to listen to tonight, and whether they should call a few more people.But when they arrived at the Xuanzhen Temple where the oiran Jinger was, they were immediately splashed with cold water.

"Masters Jia, please forgive me, this Xuanzhen temple has already been taken over." There were already a few burly men standing by the door, one of them stepped forward, glanced at him, and then said in a neutral voice, road.

"Supported?" Jia Zhen frowned angrily, "Which family's bums come first and then arrive, don't you understand?"

"Exactly!" Jia Amnesty was also very angry, pointing to the steward who brought them here, "Even the steward hasn't received the news, it's too abominable for you to go through the back door! The young masters of any family, if you sign up, they are all locals. People, what kind of micro-service private interview are you playing?"

"Master, I want to see which upstart doesn't look at the face of the four princes!" Jia Zhen stared viciously at the servant who answered, and threatened complacently.Even though the Jia family has fallen into a second-class wealthy family in recent years, but the family fortune is still there, and the Supreme Emperor is still there, no one really dares to shame them!

Don't look at the face of the four kings and eight princes...

When Jia She heard this, he was inexplicably shocked.He suddenly remembered that in the end, the seemingly ostentatious four kings and eight princes were uprooted by someone.

Turning the handle of the fan, Jia Amnesty glanced suspiciously at the servant who was answering.Although he was dressed in a plain brocade robe, there was a sense of aloofness in his eyebrows and eyes, which made him wonder whether his voice was high-pitched or not.

Just as I was recalling, suddenly there was a sound of ceramics falling to the ground inside, and there was a crackling noise, the sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly even outside the courtyard.

Jia Amnesty subconsciously pulled Jia Zhen to run backwards, and as expected, the next moment, "grab the assassin" broke through the attic of Mimizhiyin.

Although Jia Zhen was dragged away, she was still in astonishment, and couldn't help but look back, and saw that the guards who were guarding all lit up their sharp knives and pointed at the woman who escaped from inside.

That woman fluttered in the shadow of swords, lights and swords. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, just by her graceful figure, her white skin looming under the slightly disheveled clothes, and her years of flaming eyes, she could be sure that it was her. Excellent looks.

Jia Amnesty ran a few steps and found that there was nothing to escape, so he looked back together, looked at the trapped woman quite calmly, and sighed, "What a wild cat."

Before the two dudes who were pity for the fragrance and pity for the jade had finished sighing, they saw the woman falling down like a corpse, and then they were surrounded.

Jia She silently raised his eyes and glanced at the leisurely figure sitting in the room, his eyes showed infinite grievances: Spending money to whore and meeting the emperor, why is it swollen?

The two were pushed into the house by the guards, and they knelt down with a plop.

"The heirs of Rongning and Ningfu, Jia Amnesty, Jia Jing?" Mingyan Emperor Situ Zhao said with a smile in his eyes, "You two lovers, get up and talk."

After hearing this, the two dudes were at a loss, and their bodies became even more stiff.Anyone with a little bit of power in their family knows that today is a smiling tiger, and there are politicians who cannibalize people but don't spit out their bones.

In the war of winning the heirloom in the past years, he quietly cheated the prince, brought down the general king, killed the good brother and the sixth prince, and married the princess Chaohua. The support of King Fu Heqing did not gradually reveal some clues until he ascended the throne as the emperor, which made those red-eyed princes sigh in astonishment and unite to the outside world.

Being a human being can make Lao Tzu and brothers unite to resist, and this is the only one.

After thinking about it, Jia Amnesty couldn't help shaking his hands and silently rubbed his neck.It is said that he was ransacked from his home and exiled, and finally froze to death in the cold wind and twelfth lunar month.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jia Amnesty recalled his tragic ending, and immediately lost his fear, shook his legs, and stood up straight.Die sooner or later, it's just a death, it's better to be happy first.

Anyway, he was right about what happened tonight!

The emperor who made a mistake and attempted coercion!

Dare to say that he was wrong, Jia Amnesty covered his chest, there was a household registration certificate just released, so he went home to find his son with golden thighs!

"En." Situ Zhao raised his eyebrows, his eyes showed a trace of astonishment, and glanced at Jia She, "I heard that Enhou's eldest son came back from the dead and was helped by a hermit. It's a happy event. No wonder he looks good now."

"It's a trivial matter, I thank the emperor for his concern." Jia She bowed and thanked, but his heart was anxious like ants on a hot pot. The emperor's news is too well-informed, right?But fortunately, Emperor Ming Yan only passed a word lightly, and then casually asked about some household items.

Seeing this, Jia Amnesty couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Jia Zhen became more and more worried. The emperor cared about Wanrong Mansion, and began to care about Ning Mansion.

You must know that in this Ning Mansion, he is a bastard, his father, his grandfather had a heart for the crown prince, he claimed to be a loyal man, and there was a crown prince's daughter hidden in the mansion.

Rao is only an illegitimate daughter, but whoever called his father a prince can only pinch his nose and recognize that the clan's wife of Jia's family came from the Yangsheng Tang.

But...hehe.

When Jia Zhen thought of Qin Keqing's face, there was a bit of greed in her eyes.

"I heard that your father is always good at Taoism, and only loves to burn alchemy and refine mercury. How is the situation now?" Situ Zhao said, holding up the teacup, lowering his eyes and taking a sip.

Jia Zhen: "..." How would I know!I wish he would make alchemy and leave me alone.

With a slight movement of his hand, he pulled Jia She who was standing beside him.

Sensing Jia Zhen's eyes asking for help, Jia Amnesty raised his chin, his words revealed a sense of confidence, and he said with a little admiration: "Reporting to the emperor, Brother Jing has now heard that he has obtained the only copy, and is studying it."

"An orphan copy of double 1 cultivation by heretics?!" Situ Zhao snorted coldly, and then quickly said: "Forget it, forget about tonight, you go out."

Jia Zhen: "..."

Jia Amnesty: "..."

Being sent out of the door again irresistibly, Jia She shook the goosebumps on his body, with a trace of astonishment in his eyes, lowered his voice, and whispered: "What the hell is going on today?"

"Who knows." Jia Zhen followed suit and trembled with goose bumps all over her body. He decided to go out of the city tomorrow to Xuanzhen Temple and ask his father.

The emperor chatted with them about family affairs inexplicably, which was frightening to death.

"Hey... You don't know too well after thinking about it. When I go home and ask my eldest son, uncle will explain it to you." Seeing that Jia Zhen was in a ball of fright, Jia Amnesty couldn't help but straighten her back, and said in embarrassment.

"Let's go, go home, master, I've done some research, after three months, we will open our own brothel, and we can go shopping as we want."

He thought of getting revenge on the innocent little Bailian, the second child, in order to cut off his capital!Let's see his pretense later.

He wants to empty out the Rongguo Mansion, and then wave his sleeves to be a good brother, leave his ancestral inheritance to his second brother, and follow his son to enjoy the blessings.