[Red Mansion] Master is always taken away

Seeing this, the prince Tu Che hurriedly asked the eunuch to invite the imperial doctor. Jia She retched for a long time and finally calmed down. He no longer looked at the whip with sharp barbs. The prince had already thrown the whip aside. .

Originally, he wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Duke Rong, talk about the "customs and customs" in the south of the Yangtze River, and then smoothly lead the topic to Lin Ruhai, the inspector of Yanzhou in Yangzhou. Although he is in good health, he will be unintentional, but he is a "delicate and weak" sick bun...

Tu Che felt disappointed, Jia She stopped the little eunuch who was going to call the imperial doctor, turned his head and instinctively said to Tu Che, "Your Highness, I am fine."

His mind is very confused now, and he has a splitting headache, but he subconsciously knows that his "illness" is not physical.Jia She said goodbye to the prince coldly, and Tu Che agreed. Seeing his expression, he only thought that Duke Rong was sick because of his illness. Tu Che also specially let him rest for two days before returning to the East Palace to work on an errand.

It's not easy for Tu Che to give Jia Amnesty's official position too low, but he has no merit. Tu Che "comforted" him: "Because there are no good vacancies for civil positions at the moment, and Enhou Yi was originally from a family of martial arts, so I will first Starting from the history of the commander of the East Palace, starting from the fifth grade, he is in charge of matters such as the guards, attendants and guards of honor of the East Palace.

Jia She nodded when he heard this, he didn't care about the rank, so his expression was very rude, which made the prince Tu Che choke, since the fifth rank is not high, but it is not low either.However, he immediately thought of Jia Zheng, the second room of the Rongguo Mansion, who had always been from the fifth rank. Thinking about it this way, Jia Amnesty might be unhappy because he couldn't overwhelm his younger brother? !

Tu Che felt a little embarrassed, but he really wanted to win over Jia She, so he hurriedly explained: "Although the rank is a little lower from the fifth rank, after three months, I will tell my father to ask Enhou to be my wife." General Zuo Wu, if there is a vacancy for civilian posts, Enhou will take another post."

General Zuo Wu is a fourth-rank official, and another civilian post is a very generous promise.

Tu Che felt that he was good enough.

Jia Amnesty just glanced at him without saying any words of loyalty, which disappointed Tu Che a bit.

Without staying in the East Palace, Jia She went out of the palace, without taking a car or a sedan chair, he walked back to Rongguo Mansion step by step.

For the people of Rongguo Mansion, entering the palace is a big event, of course Mother Jia wanted to ask, but Jia Amnesty closed the door of the study tightly and would not leave for two days.

In the early morning of the third day, under the service of the maid, he finished washing and washing, and put on his normal colored robe, which was no longer snow white, but cyan and blue intertwined, and the cuffs and collar were embroidered with delicate and simple patterns. The eyes of the people in the government are reading, even Qingwen, who is a good crafter in Baoyufang, can't embroider it, so she must have bought it in a famous embroidery workshop in the capital.

Jia Amnesty just found another sewing kit, picked up the needle and thread and embroidered a few pieces for himself, while thinking quietly.

He likes to practice swords, but almost all the weapons in Rongguo Mansion are rusted, have not been used for a long time, and are out of maintenance. It will take some time to wait for the blacksmith shop.

In the past few days, Jia Amnesty's brain is actually in pain, and all kinds of strange information in his mind seem to be pouring out again at this moment, but instead of fainting from the pain like last time, he is always awake and confused. , There has been a sudden, and even more confusion.

One moment he likes to be whipped, even pricked with needles, and he feels comfortable physically and mentally, but the next moment he hates that kind of self so much that he feels sick... These two days, he alternately suffers from these two different thoughts, They disapproved of each other, hated each other, but finally they merged with each other strangely now.

Even Jia She knew at this time that his former dandyism was his "true self", his fondness for whipping and his attachment to the sword were the temperaments that later merged into his body, the master seemed to be devouring the essence of a great person "Soul", fortunately the elder is still the elder of the Rongguo Mansion, but there are some sequelae.

"Sequelae"?Well, this word, let him think about it, Jia She twitched his face, as long as he thought of the so-called plots in "Dream of Red Mansions" and various fanfictions that the female author knew, he would tremble with fear and worry about his future... But he Thinking about it again, this kind of opportunity is also worth taking advantage of. Controlling power and relying on these known "futures", how much benefit and advantage he will get, it is simply wonderful...

Jia Amnesty puffed up his chest, his eyes were cold but with a hint of laziness and indifference, he went to pay his respects to Jia's mother, although he was respectful on the surface, he was actually absent-minded, and then went to the Prince's East Palace.

Elder Master, in order to save his family, he still has to work hard.The past happy days are gone forever.Jia Shen murmured in his heart, thinking that it would be better to stay at home, and if he felt free, he could still go to Liulichang and brothels, but living like that, what would happen in the future—this is Suspense A sword above his head.

When Jia She entered the prince's east palace, he still thought about how to ask the prince, the prince will not be the emperor in the future.

Jia She was thinking of Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, Tu Che showed his favor yesterday, but he got a half-hearted reaction from Jia She, which wasted his respect for this person. Although the crown prince Tu Che wanted to win him over, he was naturally arrogant, and he was not completely temperless. Yes, today I want to chill this Marquis Jia En.

Seeing this, Jia She thought it was right, he was worrying about how to get rid of His Highness the Crown Prince.

Although Jia She said that he was a military officer from the fifth rank, it sounded nice. In his opinion, he was the head of a bunch of guards, not the emperor's, but just a servant of the prince who was about to fail. Calling out the prince's East Palace, this life can't be worse than the old man in memory.

If it doesn't get mixed up with the prince's affairs, not only is it not about the family ransacking, and the exile of himself and his son, but the beheading.

Jia Shen squinted his eyes and thought about it, but he had another idea in his mind, telling himself that the crown prince's win and attention was also an opportunity.If he followed the temperament of the person who claimed to be Gong Jiu, he would gain the trust of the prince instead, and then he might directly evade the prince to establish his own power, and even make a "dangerous gamble" by grabbing the dragon chair. indefinite.

Thinking of this, Jia She shuddered, his master had never dared to think about it.

Jia She is very melancholy. Now he has merged many souls, but his flaws are also obvious. Although he has indirectly obtained some "abilities" that he could not think of before, but this kind of behavior that he sometimes cannot control his emotions, thoughts, and even his body... He felt a little dangerous!

"Ahem! Ahem!" Jia Amnesty couldn't help coughing, his eyes were gloomy.He suddenly thought of his dead wife, Zhang Shi Yin'er, and even wanted to compose a mourning poem for her, and carve some wooden figurines, so that people can think about others when they see things.

Shaking his head, Jia Amnesty bit the tip of his tongue, his eyes became clearer, but his fingers moved uncomfortably.

Master, let's go around, he still doesn't know what His Royal Highness's East Palace looks like.

Because there are a group of subordinates, even though Jia She is new here, he is the Duke of Rong, and the people under him are very knowledgeable, so there are naturally people who cater to him.

"...My lord, this is the arsenal. There are swords, sticks and everything. We usually find the belongings of our guards, Luan Yiwei and others from here. Of course, the high-quality goods are still in the prince's private warehouse."

Jia Amnesty glanced at it, nodded, and randomly picked up a sword.

"Your Excellency, you have a good eye. This is the sharpest sword in the room." The guard flattered him.

Jia She looked at him, and took out a small bank note from his waist, "I'll give you a drink."

"Thank you, Mr. Guo!" The guard grinned and said in his heart, as expected of being from the Rongguo Mansion, he is lavish.

Jia Amnesty took the sword and weighed it in his hand. It wasn't heavy enough. The sword he wanted was three feet and seven inches, and the net weight was seven catties and 13 taels... something like this.

The one in his hand is not convenient, but Jia She shook his wrist. He still knows his own body. Although he has practiced Gong Jiu's internal strength, he can "prick people" with embroidery needles, and he can play with whips. Yes, swordsmanship is also good, but as long as you pick up the sword, you will feel the unity of body and mind, which you have never had a few days ago.

Jia Amnesty closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of holding the sword hilt.

The guard only blinked and saw Rong Guogong in front of him, as if he was immersed in some kind of thoughts, just like the kind of eminent monk he had seen in the Xiangguo Temple before, he didn't dare to disturb, and he didn't even dare to disturb him. All held their breath.

Sure enough, within a few breaths, Duke Rong suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils were shining, a cold light flashed, and then he became indifferent, but the sword in his hand quickly burst into lightning, and quickly swung dozens of moves, no, Maybe a few hundred tricks.

The guard's eyes were not enough, because the sword move was too fast.

After a long while, Jia Amnesty put away the sword, without a trace of sweat on his forehead and nose, calmly took out a white handkerchief, and wiped the sword body calmly, but after wiping, he still frowned slightly and shook his head: "Sword , too bad!"

The guard smiled, "That's right. Hehe, in the eyes of us old men, this sword is not bad, and the Duke has seen many good things, so it is right to look down on it." Listen It is said that the crown prince also rewarded him with a piece of black iron. Duke Rong really deserves the attention of the emperor and crown prince.

Jia She was silent, he didn't like to talk at the moment, he just thought about the sword in the blacksmith's shop, and wondered whether he owed the prince a favor.

For many days, Jia Amnesty refused to give in and did not take the initiative to meet the prince. Tu Che sometimes forgot when he was busy, and occasionally remembered it, and could only frown.

This Jia Amnesty seems a little ignorant, hum.

Jia Amnesty's errands passed while practicing swords every day. Whenever he practiced swords, he had no other distractions. Occasionally he would be "hungry and thirsty", especially when he saw the gang of guards under him performing martial arts against each other. Let him see the blood, and he will feel a burning sensation all over his body, which caused great distress to Jia Amnesty.

Master, why is he so perverted? !

Master himself was really not like this before!

Master, what he likes are coquettish and charming beauties!

……

Every night when Jia She returned home, he would go to stay in the aunt's room, but he came out not long after.

These vulgar and vulgar fans are illiterate, and have no poetic or artistic flavor. They are simply canaries kept in a mansion, and they are really boring.

For his first wife Xing Shi, he is also indifferent, but he has given her a lot of dignity than before, and no longer let the concubines show their teeth and claws in front of Xing Shi. She was very proud of saying what she said in the courtyard of the big house.

The sword in the blacksmith's shop was forged, and Jia Amnesty went to take it out.When the sword came out of the furnace, there were bursts of cold light, and the sound of knocking sounded for a long time. It was a good sword that was not inferior to any famous sword.

Haha, his master will be the number one swordsman in the world!

Jia Amnesty was delighted when he thought of this, but when he thought about the hard work of practicing swords, he couldn't help hesitating... He kept on going back to the mansion, his hand couldn't help clenching the hilt of his sword, and he couldn't help but walk to the martial arts arena in Rongguo Mansion.

Swish, swish, swish... The great master's superb swordsmanship immediately attracted the attention of the crowd. Even Baoyu heard about it, so he took his new friend Qin Zhong to watch. The petals in the air are pierced through—

"Good swordsmanship!" Baoyu couldn't help shouting, and Qin Zhong was also fascinated by it.

Baoyu didn't like to fight and kill at first, but the master's sword and sword skills are really beautiful!Baoyu also couldn't describe that feeling, but felt that it was not an exaggeration to describe it with the idiom "a sword startled the dragon" by the predecessors. It was really much better than the martial arts on the stage.

Thinking of this, he followed Qin Zhong excitedly in such a low voice.

The fluff on Jia She's ears trembled slightly, but he didn't pay attention to the precious jade immediately, he just lowered his head and kept the sword parallel, and then he blew - the broken petals fell down.

Then, he looked up at Jia Baoyu, and said coldly, "You think I'm better at dancing swords than martial arts students?"

Baoyu said "ah", although he felt that the old man's breath was cold, but after looking at the sword, he still felt that the old man's sword dance was beautiful. He was always very honest and sincere, and he boasted frankly: "My lord, the sword you danced It's very pretty. Jing Qing has been in poor health since he was a child, and he actually practiced swordsmanship for a year when he was young, and he also said that your sword is beautiful."

"..." Jia She turned his eyes coldly to Qin Zhong, who timidly pulled Baoyu's clothes and called "Baoyu".

Only then did Baoyu regain his strength, but did he say something that made the old man unhappy?

Jia She lowered his eyebrows, took out a clean white handkerchief, and wiped the blade of the sword again and again, but said softly: "Whoever insults me will die!"

...Although the voice was soft, Baoyu and Qin Zhong both heard it, and Qin Zhong was so frightened that he was about to cry.

The old man in this house is too scary!

Baoyu blinked, thinking that she had failed.If the old master is out of tune and doesn't like himself, can he still kill himself? !Well, I must have heard badly.

Besides, he didn't insult the Grand Master.

Jia She raised his eyes, stared at Baoyu, and then explained in a flat but sincere tone: "My sword, as soon as it is drawn, blood is bound to be seen. I never dance with swords! Swords are not for people to see. Swords are for people to see. Come to kill! Kill the unfaithful! Kill the unrighteous! Kill..."

Before Jia Amnesty could finish speaking, Jia Baoyu pulled Qin Zhong and trembled all over, and Qin Zhong was about to fall on Baoyu's body, but Baoyu hadn't calmed down yet.Baoyu was not much better, his legs were limp, and he had the faint urge to urinate, and he really couldn't bear the murderous intent of the elder.

……

After wiping the blade, with a "shua", the sword returned to its sheath.This scabbard is black, long and narrow, simple and unremarkable.

Jia Amnesty threw away the handkerchief, sneered and said to Baoyu and the others, "Baoyu, go away. I've scared you. Uncle is just joking with you."

He smiled kindly, Baoyu calmed down, bowed hurriedly, and hurriedly pulled Qin Zhong, stumbled back to the Rongxi Hall, and hurried into Mrs. Wang's room without thinking about anything else.This is the only place in this mansion, it is inconvenient for uncle to come...

Seeing Baoyu run away, Jia She had a mocking look on his face for a moment, he was just a coward who was not good at civil and military skills, and the whole family loved him like a baby, really thought he was a phoenix egg.

Jia Amnesty raised his eyebrows and called Jia Lian over to check whether he had practiced.

Jia Lian is miserable, the elder doesn't know what's going on, since he worked in the East Palace, he tortured himself every day when he was resting.

First of all, ask yourself whether you are writing or not?

Jia Lian doesn't know himself, he is not a student.

After that, Jia Lian was still waiting for the master to ask him whether he was a martial artist, and was thinking about how to answer, but the master didn't even ask, and gave himself a set of "martial arts cheats", saying that after practicing, he could fly over walls and kill people without any effort... ...The point is, before the half-believing Jia Lian expressed his joy, the master squinted his eyes and said that in the future, when his son is ready to practice, he will kill people for him.

Jia Lian wanted to kneel down to the master, but facing the master's "threatening" gaze and terrifying aura, Jia Lian didn't have the courage, so he had to give up.

Every day, he really meditated seriously, every night the master looked at him, Jia Lian didn't even have a chance to be lazy, because he made a mistake once, the master didn't beat him at that time, he just showed a An embroidery needle, and before he could react, he suffered the pain of the needle.

Jia Lian didn't want to recall that process.

……

After three months, after spending enough time in the East Palace in a calm manner, Jia She found an opportunity to explain to the prince, expressing that he still wanted to work at the emperor's place.

Tu Che's smile was slightly distorted, and he was humiliated. If it wasn't for years of good upbringing and the concern that Jia She is a prince, he would have thrown the teacup on top of his head.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and suddenly said: "It just so happens that I'm going to the south of the Yangtze River. The errand given to me by my father... Jia Changshi's duty is that I should go with me. After this matter is over, I will It is agreed that Jia Qing will leave the East Palace."

Jia Shen thought for a while, then nodded in agreement with Tu Che's words.

What the prince was thinking, he seemed to be able to guess a little bit.

He left the East Palace with a mocking smile on his lips. Was he taking him to see Lin Ruhai?Or is there another conspiracy?