[Red Mansion] Sir, I'm a rough man

"What the hell are you trying to do with it?"

A sleepy but pleasant voice came from behind, Zhao Yi shook his hand, and the thick manuscript paper he held for a long time fell into the stove, and the red flames slowly rushed up.

Jia Wan yawned loudly: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhao Yi didn't change his face: "Slippy hands."

Jia Wan couldn't complain.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw this man stretching out his claws to the half of "The Law of the Great Canal" sent by someone. Finally couldn't help but ask, and then it went into the stove.

"How did you wake up?"

Compared with why Zhao Yi appeared here, it is even more surprising that Jia Wan woke up on his own when no one disturbed him, and he obviously did not get enough sleep.

Zhao Yi reflected: Could it be that he accidentally released his murderous intent just now?

Jia Wan was still yawning, and said, "I've eaten too many pastries, I'm thirsty."

A pair of yawning and tearful eyes looked at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi resigned himself to getting up to pour water. Seeing Jia Wan huddled under the quilt, he didn't even bother to stretch out his arms, so he simply sat down beside him and leaned over to feed him—Jia Wan, who was sleep-deprived, was lazier than a pig.

Jia Wan drank three cups in a row before stopping, and muttered contentedly: "It's delicious."

It is fragrant, mellow and warm.

Zhao Yi snorted coldly: The tea he brewed is of course delicious.

Putting the cup back, he said, "The girl in your room is a bit outrageous."

It's fine if there's no one in the room, but there's not even a night watcher left in the tea room. Although there's hot water sitting on the stove, the water that's been boiling for several hours is still drinkable?

It was so bad that he had to cook tea himself if he wanted to drink it.

Jia Wan said vaguely: "The two of them are more tired than me all day long, so don't ask so much."

After all, he is a modern person. He has two girls and three servants to serve him. Short life.

He closed his eyes and shrunk into the quilt—after the thirst signal disappeared, the sleepy bug began to gain the absolute upper hand again.

Zhao Yi tucked in the quilt for him, and took the time to ask, "Who copied the half of "The Great Law"?"

He thought he knew Jia Wan's social circle very well, but he didn't know when there was such a person beside him.

"...Uncle Lei Feng."

"Who is Lei Feng?"

"A role model who does good deeds without leaving a name... Don't talk, sleepy."

Do good deeds without leaving your name?

Although Zhao Yi still didn't know who Lei Feng was, he understood the meaning. Frowning slightly, he picked up a surviving manuscript paper from the stove, examined it carefully, and said, "There are not many people who know that you were punished for copying books, but Not too few, guards, eunuchs, and students who go to the study, but there are not many people who can get your handwriting, and..."

There are quite a few people who can imitate other people's handwriting, but most of them do it carefully and slowly when they have plenty of time. The speed of writing is very different from the normal writing speed. It is impossible to write most of the "Da Qianlu" in one night.

Unless this person is not a temporary imitation, but has been practicing for a while - if so, you should be careful.

"I heard that there is a student in the study room who is good at this, but as he is, how can he get your handwriting? When you were in the study room, did you leave anything behind?" Zhao Yi said helplessly: "Have you heard I spoke?"

It was Jia Wan's thin breathing that answered him.

Zhao Yi rubbed his forehead and said, "If someone you trust copied this half of the book for you, it's fine. If the source is unknown, you have to be careful——If you use it, it may become a handle. Under duress, if you don't use it, he will reveal it at the right time, and he can get you a favor..."

Jia Wan finally reacted, but he didn't even open his eyes, and said weakly: "It may also be purely kind to help, but I'm too embarrassed to leave a name... Anyway, it's burned, so let it go!"

People's hearts can be very bad, so bad that we can't believe it, but not everyone's heart is bad, so everything can be thought of as bad, but you can't just think of the bad, otherwise you will feel that the whole world becomes boring .

Zhao Yi didn't answer, and put the manuscript paper into his arms—no matter how good his imitation skills are, no matter how careful he is when writing, once he writes quickly, he will inevitably bring his own personal color. Some clues can be found.

Seeing that Jia Wan was extremely tired, Zhao Yi stopped talking and got up to pack his things.

One of the troubles with using a writing brush is that the written characters must be dried before they can be put away, otherwise they will become a mess in minutes, and he wasted a lot of time while writing and drying, and now he still has the last dozen Need to tidy up.

Like that "Lei Feng", he was afraid of copying with Jia Wan. At first, he copied from the back to the front. At the end, he was worried that Jia Wan would not know that someone had written for him, and he stayed up too late, so he came early, thinking of two people. If they are copied together, even if it is not enough for one copy, it is not much worse.

Who knew that when the time came, what he saw was a heartless guy lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, with his homework on the desk—I dare say that he wrote just a few in one afternoon and one night. Character!

I had no choice but to continue working as a coolie until the fourth watch.

Zhao Yi tidied up his things, moved a stool and put it on Jiawan's bedside, put the teapot and porcelain cup on it, so that a certain pig could reach it, and then tucked the quilt for him, ready to get up and leave.

"Zhao Yi." Jia Wan, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly spoke, as if talking in his sleep.

"Ok?"

"What will happen tomorrow?"

"Nothing happens, it's as if nothing ever happened."

Jia Wan calmed down, just when Zhao Yi thought he was asleep, he spoke again and said, "You ask the emperor for me to go over and protect you for a few days!"

Zhao Yi shook his head and laughed, and said, "Weak trick."

Of course Jia Wan knew it was a foolish move. At this moment, Emperor Qian might be more disturbed than Zhao Yi. If he really did this, no matter whether it was Zhao Yi who wanted to leave Jia Wan at this time, or Jia Wan who left his side, they would all be there. An invisible thorn was left in Emperor Qian's heart.

Jia Wan opened his eyes and whispered, "Nothing is more important than being alive."

"Yes." Zhao Yi looked at Jia Wan, and while he was wrapped in the quilt, he reached out and rubbed the top of his head: "Yes."

The voice was as low as a whisper.

Then he stood up before Jia Wan could resist, and said, "I'm leaving."

Early the next morning, Jia Wan woke up to Yuzhan and Yuping's shouts of surprise: "Master, you are so amazing, you have written so much!"

Jia Wan was also a little dumbfounded, if he didn't know where these things came from, he almost thought he was sleepwalking last night, or there was an omnipotent personality hidden in his body...

Really, as a prince, how boring is that person, that he can copy his characters so that he can't recognize himself?

……

On this day, as Zhao Yi said, nothing happened, as if nothing happened...

Except that the imperial physician who asked for the pulse of Emperor Qian changed a group of people, except that Emperor Qian's diet was a bit light, except that the call for the second prince to be crowned prince suddenly stopped, except that Jia Wan and Zhou Kai stayed in the palace for more and more time. getting longer...

Emperor Qian is still Emperor Qian, the queen is still queen, and the prince is still a prince.

According to the gossip that Jia Wan got from Zhou Kai, the Empress Dowager invited her down last night, but was rejected by the emperor.

Zhou Kai finally commented: "It's even more terrible if you refuse!"

Compared with the ups and downs that are about to come, Jia Wan's family affairs are going smoothly.

On the second day after Jia Wan issued an ultimatum to Jia amnesty, Jia Zheng came to the door in person and said a lot, but the central meaning was simple: It is up to you to repair the garden, and it is up to you to choose the patriarch. The government is connected with each other, regardless of each other.

On the second day, construction of the Provincial Hospital resumed.

On the fourth day, when Jia's clan gathered, Jia Wan didn't even have to speak, everything went according to his will.

The old man Jia Dairu became the new head of the Jia clan.

Because the old man is old and mentally weak, Jia Wan, the current patriarch of the Ningguo Mansion, as a show of filial piety, sent Yu Yan, a young servant by his side, to follow the patriarch around and listen to his orders.

Many people are anxious: everyone knows who is the master of the Jia family now, the man who was so unscrupulous that he even dared to beat his own brother violently, now has Jia Dairu, the oldest patriarch of the Jia family, as a cover , Who else is he afraid to move?Is there anything else he can't control?

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