[Red Mansion] Master is always taken away

Jia Amnesty was selected as the No. [-] scholar on the spot, and he was waiting for the official ceremony, roll call and outside the Donghua Gate, to parade across the street to pick up the flowers and fruits of the young daughter-in-law and girls...

It's a pity that before he can happily look forward to this dream, after returning home, Jia's mother listened to Jia She's triumphant description, and wished she could drop the tea bowl and throw the tea water on the elder son's face.

The mandarin ducks caressed Jiamu's chest, back, and the elder was always angry with the old lady. She felt a little bit of resentment in her heart, but she also looked at Jia She curiously.

Who would have thought that the old man, who used to be worthless, would now be chosen as the number one scholar by the emperor? !

Yuanyang still thinks it is a dream, and I am afraid that other people in the house are even more so.

Mother Jia had a headache. Although the boss was the number one scholar, she was really happy, but at this time, she heard that the boss was not deep or shallow, let alone thanking him, how could she compete with the emperor on the spot, and she had to make an inch of it and said that she would go to the martial arts championship.

I have never seen Jia She practice, let alone Jia She is over 40 years old, and he can still compete with a strong man in Erlang's age?

Mother Jia was too worried that the boss would be kicked off the horse with a fist or a gun, and then died!

"Xie'er, you are making my mother so uneasy." Jia's mother said earnestly: "Our Jia family has been transcribing texts for decades, and your respectful brother in Dongfu was also admitted to Jinshi. How did you tell your brothers..."

The Rongguo Mansion used to be based on military exploits, because it was the Duke of two countries, the members of the Jia family decided to stay away from military power, so they let their descendants choose writing, not to mention that now the world is peaceful, military generals are not as popular as literati.

Jia Zheng had a blank face at this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking. He learned that his elder brother had passed the Huiyuan examination, and now he came back after the palace examination and told them that the emperor had selected him as the number one scholar. He just sat silent.

This state lasted for many days, and Mother Jia also saw that the second child was not thinking, but she really didn't want to say anything more.Zheng'er studied hard since he was a child, but unfortunately his talent is not good enough, he can't compare with Zhu'er and Baoyu, let alone the current champion Jia She.

Mother Jia already believed that the boss was a late bloomer and very talented.

If 20 years ago, the boss read with a little snack, wouldn't the dead old man be happy too, alas.

Mother Jia sighed slightly in her heart, but she still welcomed Jia Amnesty's prodigal son to turn around, and belittled the boss's unsteady behavior. She still ordered the servants to prepare for the celebration and to have a big banquet for the guests.

This is the champion!

Mother Jia even wanted to tell Dongfu that the ancestral hall had to be opened, and the imperial decree of the champion had to be stored inside...

With a faint smile on her face, Mother Jia told Jia She a few words: "This is the end of the matter. If you lose tomorrow, you should do your best to be the number one scholar of your essay. How can you be those rough guys at your age and physique in the competition?" Opponent, mother only has two sons, you and Zheng'er, do you want me to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man?"

Jia She accepted his mother's concern, but his eyebrows were still furrowed heavily, "Mother, you still don't believe that I can make great achievements in the battlefield?"

"On the battlefield... You really passed the martial arts exam, and tell me about it when you come back." Jia's mother was discouraged. She didn't believe that Jia She could defeat Su Qier, the No. 1 martial arts candidate. Her old lady had nothing to do , this year's martial arts competitions, there are outside boys who come to learn their tongues for her to listen to, usually as a fun and conversation material.

According to her thinking, this boss might not know who Su Qier is as clearly as her mother.

Sure enough, when he asked, Jia Amnesty shook his head and didn't know. "Whoever he is, he can't stop my lofty aspirations!" Having said that, Jia Amnesty's face was shining brightly.

Jiamu felt a little dazzling, the light was like the sun at noon.

Dazed for a moment, Mother Jia wanted to spit on him, bah!Still ambitious--

"Xie'er, it's not easy to become an official, not to mention being a martial artist...your father only managed to get a life-saving job after a narrow escape, but since then he has also suffered from a whole body of problems, so he left early..."

Mother Jia was very sad, she was telling the truth, but the eldest son couldn't understand her intentions of being a mother.

Jia Amnesty always said that she was biased, Mother Jia didn't know that, in the past she liked Jia Zheng, but wasn't that because Jia Amnesty was too out of tune?If this eldest son had the slightest bit of duty, and worked hard like a Zheng'er, how could she look down on him? !

As for the Rongxi Hall...Mother Jia decided to let her second son live there. Zheng'er lives there, and it's convenient for people who come and go to meet him. Anyway, the boss is eating and waiting to die every day, so it's not as good as the Rongguo Mansion. She can rest assured that the second child is in his early years.

What's more, there is Baoyu.

Jia Mu looked down on Jia She and Jia Lian and his son very much. Baoyu was talented and intelligent. Relying on Baoyu, Jia Lian can't count on it. He and Wang Xifeng haven't even had a boy for so many years. Jia's mother has an inexplicable thought in her heart, but she doesn't want to think deeply about it.

Jia's mother's persuasion did not have the slightest impact on Jia She, he still felt that a good man should defend his home and country, die in battle, shroud in horse leather... Ah, bah, he just took the opportunity to become a general and marshal, Jia She's spirit He went back to the big room in good spirits, thinking about how to defeat Su Qier tomorrow. As for the hot title of champion man who just got it, he didn't take it seriously at all. Madam Xing had brought a whole yard to welcome him, but Jia Amnesty didn't show any face, went to the martial arts arena in the corner of Rongguo Mansion, called Jia Lian over, and even invited Jiao Da, a loyal servant from the East Mansion.

Jiao Da is a bit older, but he can't stand the fact that he used to be good at martial arts. He crawled out of the dead in the army and saved the life of the old man of Ningguo Mansion. From then on, his status in Jia's family was a bit detached. Even Jia Zhen sometimes scolded him. Just scold him, Jia Zhen and his son are not good at controlling him, just pretend they didn't see this person.

Hearing that Jia She had won the first prize, the East Mansion set off a lot of firecrackers in a hurry. Jia Zhen and his son were about to come to congratulate him when they saw Jia She's servant come over, but the one who came to invite was actually a servant——Jiao Da.

Jia Zhen and Jia Rong looked at each other, but still took Jiao Da to see Jia Amnesty.

Jia Amnesty was wearing a white robe at this time, with a black tendon soft whip wrapped around his waist, holding a shiny sword in his hand, and made a gesture of raising hands, measuring it.

"Jiao Da, you are here." Jia Amnesty glanced at them, his eyes were indifferent, he ignored Jia Zhen and his son, he untied the whip around his waist and threw it to his son, Jia Lian hurriedly caught it.

His father called him here, as if he was here to serve his old man. Jia Lian had a good time, and then winked with Jia Zhen and his son, but he didn't dare to say anything. It's because the old man is too tempered and aggressive today.

Jiao Da looked down on the men of the two prefectures very much, no matter where the old masters were capable, they were all lying on the blood and sweat earned by their ancestors, not thinking about making progress, and fighting horses and dogs all day long.

He curled his lips and saluted impromptuly: "Master Pardon."

Jia Amnesty glanced at him and nodded. "I heard that you used to be very good at martial arts. The old man in the East Mansion once said that you are no worse than a martial arts juren. Come here—"

Jiao Da happened to have no money for drinks today, so he was not drunk.At this time, he was slightly surprised when he heard this, "Master, you are—"

"Let's compete with each other," Jia She said.

Jia Zhen and his son exclaimed, Jia Lian and Jia Amnesty's servants didn't change their faces, this is not the first time the elder has been like this.

"Don't hold back." Jia Amnesty added.

Jiao Da looked at the light sword in Jia She's hand, and frowned: "Master, no one uses a sword on this battlefield. The gun is the king of all weapons, and it is more suitable for riding on horseback in battle."

"Lian'er, get your Grandpa Jiao a gun." Jia Amnesty seemed to disapprove of Jiao Da's words.

Jiao Da's face was not very good-looking, and his heart was full of anger.

Don't look down on me being old, but I still have the basic skills. The Xifu's Uncle She looks down on me too much.

The two of them didn't ride horses for the time being, Jiao Da played a few hand moves, majestic, Jia Zhen and his son were tongue-tied when they saw it, no wonder Jiao Daneng rescued the old man and came back, this skill looks very handsome, strange to the old man Before he died, he left a message to treat him kindly.

Jia She's expression was indifferent, and he stabbed with a sword——

This sword stabs extremely fast!

Jia Zhen and the others felt a flash of white light in front of their eyes, and a little blood red appeared on Jiao Da's throat—Jiao Da himself opened his mouth wide, and the gun in his hand was still half-raised, and it hadn't even reached Jia Amnesty's side.

……

"That's all!" Jia Amnesty smiled faintly, took out a handkerchief, withdrew the sword, and wiped off the blood on the sword tip one by one.

Immediately, he threw it casually, and with a "thump" sound, the sword was inserted into the scabbard standing next to it on the weapon rack.