Jia Amnesty, Duke Rong of the Red Chamber

Mr. Zhao saw that the light in Jia She's room was turned off, and he left his yard just now, when he saw Zhao Shu standing by the wall in a daze with a cloak in his arms, he coughed twice, "What are you still doing here? asleep."

"It's very cold at night, sir, take care of yourself." Zhao Shu handed him the cloak, "It's specially prepared for sir."

Mr. Zhao took it and wrapped himself up, and suddenly said, "Let's go?"

"Okay." Zhao Shu nodded, and walked out together with him not far or near.

The Xuan Mansion was patrolled by guards at night, and when they saw these two staff members, they walked past them without turning their eyes, carrying out their tasks very seriously.

It's not the Duke and Mr. Yao, what's so interesting about the two Mr. Zhao.

Another one is bald.

It is quite bright.

If the old Zhao knew that the thinking of these guards had been misled by Yao Qianshu, he would definitely retreat and take these people to the Three Views training class to teach them the virtue of respecting the elderly.

Too bad he didn't know.

The heavily guarded place is filled with the hostility of swords and soldiers. Even in the dead of night, it is difficult for people to relax. It is like the tranquility before the storm. People are afraid that they will wake up this giant beast and set off a huge storm.

After walking the whole long street, almost going out of the town, Zhao Shu said, "If you have nothing else to say, sir, I'll go back and rest first."

He is now the first secretary under the Duke of the State, and he is very busy.

Mr. Zhao opened his mouth, but what came out was, "Can you play blindfolded chess?"

"Yes." Zhao Shu nodded, "Sir, do you want to play black and white or fighting elephants?"

"It's a game of chess, I'll let you take the lead." Mr. Zhao said, "I've never seen many people who can play blindfolded chess."

There are 280 vertical and horizontal chessboards, 150 nine chessboards, 1 white and [-] black chess pieces. [-].

Those who can play blindfolded chess usually exist in the fights between gods and gods. Not only do they need to have a good memory, but they also need to concentrate, which is extremely exhausting.

Zhao Shu didn't answer him, and directly reported the horizontal and vertical, and Mr. Zhao didn't say much, and followed suit, hanging the corner first.

After several moves, Zhao Shu's chess situation is loose, but Mr. Zhao has no worries.

The guard came back from patrolling around, saw the two squatting in the corner, didn't know what to say, thought they had drunk too much with Jia She, thought it was a bit funny, and left two people to look after them, for fear of being delicate Weak intellectuals fell.

After all, Mr. Zhao is old and busy at this time, and his energy is low. When he is interrupted by the guard, he can't keep up.

The two were fighting for robbery, and he clearly thought of somewhere to be a robbery talent, but he forgot whether he had made a fool of himself here.The old man couldn't save face and asked Zhao Shu, and couldn't help pulling his hair.

"Can't you remember, sir?" Zhao Shu said in a flat tone, touched a small stone from the ground, and drew horizontal and vertical lines. The white stones are hollow, and the black stones are solid. Not bad.

He said, "Sir, please take a quick look. After a while, the wind will blow, and the soil will disperse when it rises."

Mr. Zhao couldn't stop, "I lost."

"But halfway through the game, how did you know you lost?" Zhao Shu asked, "If you don't make the game, you should go back and rest earlier."

Mr. Zhao seemed to know him for the first time, "You are already a national player, but I have only seen this kind of chess on one person. Who is she?"

Zhao Shu avoided answering, "You two have worked hard, send Mr. Zhao back to rest, and I will walk slowly behind."

Seeing Mr. Zhao's haggard old appearance, the guard also felt that he needed to listen to Zhao Shu, so he forcibly helped Mr. Zhao and left.

The next day, Jia Shefang woke up, and Zhao Shu went to see him.

Jia Amnesty drank too much, and it was already noon when he got up, and he couldn't imitate Jia Daishan's unfathomable superior posture. When he saw Zhao Shu, he greeted him, "Xiao Zhao, have you eaten yet? Let's have a meal together?"

Zhao Shu knelt down for him, "Master Guo, this subordinate wants to resign."

"Eh?" Jia Amnesty looked at Yao Qianshu, "Did I drink too much and teased him yesterday? Why this expression? Where are you going after you resign?"

Yao Qianshu didn't even bother to speak, and pushed his face back.

Zhao Shudao, "This subordinate is from Juren, so he should go to the capital to live as a sojourn in the hope of spring in three years' time."

"Even if you want Chunwei, why didn't you say it earlier." Jia She said, "otherwise it would be just right to live at my cousin's house, and he will take this subject. I said you get up first. Do you hear me? Don't force me to beat you, How can I learn from other people's whining, don't tell me to retreat into advance."

The Duke of this country felt a pain in his liver when he heard that retreat was the only way to advance.

"Mr. Zhao, he is my biological father. I don't want to see him, so I have to get out." Zhao Shu said while patting the ashes on his knees, "You should sweep here, why is there ash all over the floor?"

Jia Amnesty was gnawing on a piece of mutton stuffed with cabbage, but he got stuck, "What are you talking about? Is he your father? You two don't look alike."

Not to mention that Zhao Shu is as beautiful as a flower, he is also a handsome guy with delicate features, and he looks like old Zhao, but he is really far away.

Zhao Shu said again, "I don't know, my mother just wrote to tell me, otherwise I would be scolded by him so much?"

When the old bald Zhao taught Zhao Shu, he was very fierce.

Jia She secretly said that he deserved it, he didn't expect it, and scolded his own son.But Zhao Shu, an intellectual by his side, has always been caring and appetizing, how can he let him go, "I don't approve, you just stay away from him."

He wouldn't say anything, after all, this is your own father who gave you life.

Did the one in Tuomeng see it? That's also my own father.

As soon as he thought of Tuomeng, Jia Xiaoshe remembered Jia Daiming who was in prison, and he said to Zhao Shu, "I almost forgot, you go and send that man off, and we will lock him up."

In the entire Xuanfu, only Jia Daiming was locked up.

Exclusive access to the Xuan Mansion prison, the treatment is so good that it will fly.

Since Zhao Shu was caring, he would not ask such stupid things as where to send him. He asked, "Have you lost your temper?"

Give it a good time if you calm down, and have to take a more tragic move if you don't calm down.

"Give him one last chance to find out who caused it, and give him a good time." Jia She said, "If you don't ask, you will understand."

They didn't really dig up the grave of Jia Daiming's mother, everyone was dead, and it didn't hurt even if the bone was turned into ashes.

But they can do that step.

Zhao Shu also forgot about resigning. He went to the head of the army to study for a while, mixed grain powder with plant ash, and mixed it with a strange gray color.

Cremation is not popular these days, and no one has ever seen ashes, so it's almost a fool's errand.

Jia Daiming was paralyzed on the straw like mud, if not for the occasional groan or two, others would think he was dead when they saw him.

"You...you can't kill me, I'm a descendant of the Jia family." Jia Daiming seemed to be aware of it, opened his eyes slightly, and his voice was low and inaudible.

Zhao Shu stood at the door of the labor room, holding a sauerkraut jar and said, "As long as you tell who instructed you to murder the Duke, you can live. You don't want to think about yourself, you should also think about your wife and children."

The grave has not been dug up, but Jia Daiming's wife and children are really in Jia Amnesty's hands.

"What about the scorpion?" Jia Daiming couldn't even hate it.

"Cut the weeds and roots, and kill everything." Zhao Shudao, "I forgot to tell you that the Duke of the State has already given up the title, and the current Duke of Rong is the little son of the past. The old Duke may think of brotherhood, but He won't."

Jia Daiming laughed softly, "Although blood relatives can't tolerate it, no wonder I can't compete with their father and son, hehe... I will wait for them on Huangquan Road."

Zhao Shu threw the jar in his hand on the ground, and scattered it gray and gray all over the ground, "Grandfather is kind, let your mother and son see each other for the last time. There are too many lonely souls and wild ghosts on the road to Huangquan. Wait for our Duke to enjoy it all." The glory of the world, after a hundred years, how will I remember you."

With a gurgle in his throat, Jia Daiming struggled and fell to the ground. He supported his body with weak hands and crawled towards the pile of ashes. Two temporary jailers stepped forward to hold him down and told him not to approach.

What's more, if you get closer, you'll be worn out.

"Ah!" Jia Daiming howled with hatred in his heart, "I will turn into a ghost and come to take the lives of your father and son!"

With so much strength, almost two people couldn't hold him down.

Zhao Shu said calmly and cruelly, "You can't beat the Duke when you're alive, let alone dead."

Beware of being beaten out of your wits by Mr. Yao, you will feel miserable just listening to it.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jia Daiming lay still on his stomach. The temporary worker sniffed and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhao, this man has died."

"Knowing the current affairs, it saves us energy." Zhao Shu said, "It's just that the Duke didn't say what to do with the corpse. You guys keep watch outside for a while, and I'll ask."

The temporary worker said, "It is reasonable to wrap it with straw mats and bury it, but we don't have straw mats here, and we don't have much land."

Troops are stationed in important places, burying a dead person is like talking, and then destroying the Feng Shui of the Xuan Mansion.

This time it was Mr. Zhao's turn to squat outside to guard him. When the old Zhao saw Zhao Shu, he squirmed up and said, "Is your mother... is it..."

"Who is my mother has nothing to do with you?" Zhao Shu smiled, "If you ask any more questions, you may be beaten by my mother."

"Your mother is still alive?" Old Zhao rubbed his hands excitedly, "Can you take me to see your mother?"

Zhao Shu wondered, "Aren't you going too far? Are you planning to ruin my mother's reputation? I'm going to sue the Duke."

Grandpa Guo didn't even have a doorman, so why did the old bald man find out.