The Lonely King of the Red Chamber is sick

What is death?

Jia Amnesty didn't understand at all at the moment, but looked puzzled at the nanny half-coaxing him to change into white clothes, which didn't look good at all!It's okay for a day or two, but after a long time, he still likes shiny clothes and boots.However, when expressing this dissatisfaction, his father beat him up again fiercely.In the tears of his grandmother and mother, he realized that his grandfather had to wear white clothes after he died, and he could no longer eat meat.

He was dressed in white, holding his father's big rough hand, standing in front of the futon, watching many uncles come and go, some old grandpas he knew always liked to rub his head and pinch his little braid , Talk about walking!Bird teased the big fat grandson, so that he didn't have enough hands to cover his red face, unable to protect the shy little bird.

He's an amnesty, and these old grandpas still say that he draws maps!

Holding his breath, Jia She secretly counted the days on his fingers. He really wanted to go back to school. There were so many people playing and studying with him, especially the prince brother. He really wanted to, and there were so many whispers. To tell him.

When Jia She silently missed his little friends, Situ Wen wished he could be next to Jia She right away in the palace, looking at him all the time, thinking about whether he had eaten well, slept well, whether he was neglected or bullied, Most importantly, has he accepted the fact that his doting grandfather is gone?However, he was imprisoned in the palace and had no freedom.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Situ Wen looked at the place where the Rong Mansion was located, and clenched his hands tightly. After a long time, he sighed and glanced at the Qianqing Palace in the middle of the imperial city from the corner of his eye. Take a breath.

Endure the calm for a while.

He walked towards Qianqing Palace with firm steps.

Emperor Qianxi, who was reviewing the memorial, heard the news that the prince was asking for an audience, dipped his ink and shook his brush, looked at the big ball of red ink on the snow-white paper on the case, rubbed his head helplessly, and sighed, "Xuan!"

He originally received the brochure presented by Jia Daishan, felt a pang of regret in his heart, immediately bestowed the posthumous title of Duke Zhongyong, and wanted to go there in person on the first seven days, but when he caught a glimpse of Situ Wen's anxious look from the corner of his eye, his heart burst out suddenly Feeling weird, very, very uncomfortable.

Because of Jia Amnesty's action, the prince's joy and anger are evident, it's over!

"I kowtow to my father." Situ Wen politely saluted, word by word, very sincere, "I know that Meng Lang has crossed the boundaries of the prince, but I still ask my father to give me a chance to explain."

"I know my son has always been intelligent, but—" Emperor Qianxi didn't call out, he sat on the dragon chair and looked down condescendingly.Even though his son was kneeling on the ground, his waist was still upright and straight, like a sharp Son of Heaven sword, emitting a dazzling light.

As if stabbed by the bright light, Emperor Qianxi closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there was a smile in his eyes.This son, who has always made him extremely proud, was originally like a statue in a Buddhist shrine in every word and deed, so perfect that people worship him.To be honest, last year he dared to use the body of the emperor to lead a personal conquest, and even made the worst plan. In case of unfortunate death, he believed that this eight-year-old son would do better than he did before.

But now, this kid has a little bit of popularity.

This popularity made him both apprehensive and pleasantly surprised.

"As long as there is a limit, if you go beyond this limit with Jia Amnesty, you will harm him."

Hearing this, Situ Wen froze, his face darkened an inch, his eyes flickered and flickered, his hands retracted into his palace sleeves and held tightly, after a long silence, he suddenly raised his chin, and stared straight at Emperor Qianxi, who was at the top of the head, said, "Father knows that Gu loves Jia Amnesty more than that, but what about father and son? How do you deal with it?!"

In the past, because of his father's preference, he suffered so much jealousy and hatred because of his simple father's love.

Once, because of his father's preference, he took it for granted to enjoy everything.

Looking at Situ Wen who was still kneeling on the ground, Emperor Qianxi had a look of disbelief in his eyes when he heard the words, as if he had heard a big joke: "I am the emperor, your father, you are the prince, my son, I love you!" How can you compare with this when you protect you? And," Emperor Qianxi laughed, with a sense of confidence in his words, "I am the emperor, and I have the strength to pamper you, who dares to say a word?!!"

"Who dares to say a word when Jia She is hurt by relying on the crown prince alone?!" Situ Wen lowered his head and suppressed a trace of sneer.He has been repeated again and again for thousands of years. He looked back at the ninth younger brother who had the last laugh, the ninth younger brother who had been silent and silent all the time, and realized that sometimes when you ignore someone, it is you who is the last one. Don't guard against that person.And if he had ambition, it would be like a plague breeding in the dark, taking advantage of it unprepared, it would be easy to kill people.

His father, now young and energetic, naturally does not put other people in his eyes, and keeps favoring him. If Concubine Ling is not quite sensible, the boss is also a big-hearted man, otherwise he would not be able to wait for the next one. A series of younger brothers thrived before coming out to bite him.

Various past events came to Situ Wen's mind, and he smiled sadly in his heart, but there was a trace of joke in his words, "Father, you can't have such a double standard, can you?"

After finishing speaking, seeing Emperor Qianxi's expression and refusing to give anyone a chance to speak, he said it like a bean, "Before, I thought Jia She was pleasing to the eye and wanted him to follow me. When my great-grandmother saw her, she would Privately reminded me to pay attention to propriety, doting is sometimes a double-edged sword, I didn't understand it at first, but as I liked Jia She, playing with him, not to mention how to read with him, are those empresses in the harem I also expressed goodwill to Jia She one after another... Before the Rongguo Mansion passed away, I wanted to go out to see She'er. Father, you criticized me as if the sun before dawn illuminated the earth in an instant, and my son woke up all of a sudden, and changed my body. After meditating for a while, we should pay attention to it! Because you are the emperor, not only the father of Ah Cheng, but also the eldest brother, the third brother, the fourth brother... the father of many younger siblings in the future, and you are also the master of the world! "In the end, he became more and more cadenced and resonant.

Hearing these words made Emperor Qianxi feel very uncomfortable.Busily got up and helped Situ Wen up, pulled the person up and down, looked him up and down carefully, rubbed Situ Wen's head, and sighed, "Ah Cheng, what would you like to ask Father to say?" Woolen cloth?"

God knows that he just didn't want to see that little bastard stealing his precious son's attention too much, but he never thought that such a paragraph would be involved.

"I'm so relieved that you have this heart. Indeed, as a superior person, you have to be more careful." Emperor Qianxi patted Situ Wen's shoulder, full of relief: "You have grown up and can think, why not..." Turning his eyes, he glanced at the mountain of memorials on the imperial case, and said: "Help me to approve some simple papers, you should be trained to be nine years old, when I was nine years old, I was the emperor, and I have to face it alone." Right."

"..." Situ Wen obviously froze and hesitated for a moment, "Father, you..."

"Mr. Jia hasn't been buried yet, you're learning how to do it now, and you might be in time after the approval is over." Emperor Qianxi narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

Situ Wen breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.Please An Zhezi, as the name suggests, please say hello.

The envoys circled around, and the time passed quickly, and 49 [-] days passed in the blink of an eye.

Rongning Street is full of white sails, Jia Yuan's life is full of honor on this day, and the conclusion of the coffin is only loyal and brave, and the emperor drives him personally, accompanied by the prince and prince, and there are more and more mourners. [For a while, I saw a huge funeral, and the land-pressing silver mountain generally came from the north. 】

The funeral was extremely grand, and everyone was cautious, but at the end of the stop at Lingtiekan Temple, there was a cry and something went wrong.

As the eldest grandson, Jia Amnesty had to accompany Tianming on the last day when he was raised. Now his eyes are red and swollen, and there are still black circles around his eyes, but he pushes very forcefully with his little fist and ruthlessly beats the person who carried the coffin. People, because the moment he closed the coffin, he suddenly had a feeling that his grandfather was really gone, and he roared instantly, "You scoundrels, nail my grandfather inside, scoundrels, let my grandfather out, he is a great hero! of!"

"Xie'er, don't mess around." Jia Daishan hurried over when he heard the news, and when he saw this, his eyes sank, and he said sharply.

Seeing that Jia Daishan's face was not looking good, Jia She trembled, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he ran back with his calves, "You lied to me, my grandfather didn't go to a far place to fight to be a great hero, and you bullied him when he fell asleep! "Brother Prince, you come to judge the reason and ask the emperor to beat him. If the father is disobedient, beat him!" "The word beating, he learned it from the First Prince and the others, it sounds a little cool when he says it with a fist and stepping on a stool.

"Xie'er, be good." Situ Wen hurriedly stopped Jia She, and hugged him into his arms, "Xie'er, let's go to another room, brother will tell you slowly, okay?"

"No, I want to stay with my grandfather. If I don't leave, they are all scoundrels!" Jia Amnesty shook his head resolutely. Hearing Situ Wen's gentle persuasion, he refused with a straight face and righteous words: "Brother Prince, you It's useless to look good, I'm Amnesty, I know the beauty trick, you don't eat, I want my grandfather."

Everyone in the house: "..."

Jia Daishan's complexion was blue and white, he hurriedly stepped forward, and was about to speak, when he saw Emperor Qianxi snorted coldly, lifted Jia Amnesty's back collar, took him away from the crown prince, and took the embroidered cloth that Dai Quan handed over to him. Pa, stuffed it directly into his son's mouth.

"Your Majesty, I have no way to teach my son, and I am willing to be punished." Eyes widened by a series of actions, Jia Daishan kowtowed and kowtowed, repeating such an apology.Jia Daihua and Jia Jing also knelt down and kowtowed to plead guilty.

"Several lovers, you have no taboos, so I will not care about children." Emperor Qianxi held Jia Amnesty in his right hand, watching people waving his hands and kicking his legs, looking like a little bastard, with a smile on his lips Come, "Mr. Jia is going to the funeral today. Don't wait for the boy to break the sacrificial ceremony. This child..." knocked on Jia She's head, "I have a destiny with you, let me teach him what is life and what is death, elder and younger respect humble."

Hearing what Emperor Qianxi said, even Situ Wen knelt down with a plop.