[Red Mansion] Let's listen to a general's order

The ending of the little boy running away from home this time is that Wang Yi, who has become a master, came out to clean up his hands, and the kidnapper who took other people's children away on his own? Emperor Zhou Wen played with the new junior brother for a while , he waved his hand refreshedly, and returned to the palace without taking away a cloud.

Jia Daishan, who was enjoying the family happiness with his wife and children in the backyard, hurried out of the mansion to greet Wang Yi, the grand master of the prince and the scholar of Wenhuadian University, who was in the backyard.Although the current prince is still young and not very powerful, and Wang Yi has never really taught the prince anything, he doesn't need to care about the relationship with the prince.However, what deserves his most attention is Wang Yiwen's official position as a bachelor of Huadian University and his qualifications as a teacher of the Holy Master.Although he can be regarded as the Holy Majesty's confidant, but in terms of closeness and trust, he can't keep up with the emperor Wang Yi.What's more, if you insist on dragging, Wang Yi is still from the generation of his father, the old Rong Guogong Jia Yuan!

"Master, I don't want to study." Before reaching the gate, Jia Daishan heard a familiar clear voice say.

"No." The man vetoed ruthlessly.

"Master---" the child shouted coquettishly.

Although Wang Yi and Jia Daishan are about the same age, time seems to have taken special care of this man.On Wang Yi's face, there is not a trace of oldness, and the eyebrows are still picturesque, and the appearance is dignified.If there is any change, it may be that there is an extra beard.

Jia Daishan looked at the little boy in his arms in surprise, isn't that exactly his son?

"What's wrong with studying? Don't you see that the princes in the court who can enter the court and criticize Fang Qiu and point out the country are also scholars?" Wang Yi asked without the slightest emotion.

"Bah! If you're a scholar, you don't have the strength to restrain a chicken. What's the use in your country or your family? I'm not a literati, but I can give advice to the world." The little boy said happily.He still remembers his second brother who loves to read, and his mother who favors his second brother and thinks he has a great education.

well said!Jia Daishan couldn't help but secretly praised in his heart, although he longed for his next generation to transform into a literati, but he, a rough old man, just couldn't get along with those literati who talked about life.However, the next moment he was worried about his family.

Silly boy, the person who hugged you was also a scholar!

"Ache!" The little boy sneezed, rubbed his nose, and complained, "Master, what kind of incense are you wearing? It's too strong!"

Wang Yi moved his nose imperceptibly, is the fragrance strong today?He thinks it's not bad!It is fragrant and has a special fragrance similar to licorice.This is a new spice developed by the director of rituals, and it was specially sent for him to "evaluate".

However, since the apprentice said it was not good, he changed it.

"Wang Xiang, I've been waiting for a long time." As soon as he walked in front of Wang Yi, Jia Daishan saluted first.There is no prime minister in this dynasty, but four halls and two pavilions, namely Baohe Hall, Zhonghe Hall, Wenhua Hall, Wuying Hall, Wenyuan Pavilion and East Pavilion.Although Wang Yi is not the head of the cabinet, but only because of his age, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the head of the cabinet based on his qualifications and closeness to the emperor, so Jia Daishan respectfully called him The last sentence of Wang Xiang is not impossible.

"My son is naughty. If there is any offence, Mr. Wang Xiang, please don't argue with him." Jia Daishan glared at the little boy first, and then apologized with a smile.

"It doesn't matter." Wang Yi waved his hand, "I want to teach Rong Guogong to know that I see that your son is talented and intelligent, and I am happy to see him. I have put him in the door without telling Rong Guogong. Now I am here to plead guilty to Rong Guogong." . ” The words on the wall are very nice.

The little boy winked and seemed to say: "Master, please give me a few more words of praise!"Tu'er can still accept such good words as being smart, handsome, innate supernatural power, and invariable.

Wang Yi pursed his lips, and made another note of this naughty apprentice in his heart.

"This... Wang Xiang, you are too polite, my son, He Dehe Neng, it is his blessing to have you as his teacher!" Jia Daishan trembled, he actually worshiped Wang Xiang as his teacher, let alone Wang Xiang's knowledge is the best in the world, only the former disciple of Wang Xiang... really amazing!At this moment, he just wanted to see if there was smoke from his ancestral grave. His father really cared for him too much.

"It's just that it's too simple? I'll choose an auspicious day, set up a teacher apprentice banquet, invite relatives and friends, and then offer six ceremonies and bundle repairs, so that I can be worthy of your status as the king!" Jia Daishan said in his heart I'm planning on which company I should post to on the day of apprenticeship.

"You don't need to go through such a lot of trouble. It's as simple as that. Just send someone to deliver Liuli to my house later." Wang Yi shook his head.

Jia Daishan was very disappointed about losing an opportunity to impress and show off other villains who were staring at his Rongguo Mansion, but he dared not deny it.

"Look at my carelessness! After talking for a long time, I didn't even serve a cup of tea. Please, Wang Xiang." Realizing that he and Wang Yi were standing blankly at the gate talking, Jia Daishan patted himself angrily. He slapped his hands, and hurriedly asked Wang Yi to move out of the study room, but Wang Yi's face turned blue when he mentioned the word tea.

"Farewell. I still have some important things to deal with, so let's go first." The stingy Wang Yi made another note for the little boy in his heart, and it was only right and proper to pay off the father's debt.

Squat down and put down the little boy, "From now on, I will come to the teacher's mansion at Chenshi every day. Even if the teacher goes to court, there will be someone left to supervise your homework. Both morning and evening meals will be settled at the teacher's mansion until the time of Haishi. Go back to Rongguo Mansion. What is Rongguo's will?" Wang Yi asked meaningfully after everything had been arranged.

As the saying goes: "The parents who gave birth to me, the master who taught me", "Being a teacher is like reincarnation".As soon as they enter the teacher's school, they are all disciplined by the master, and their parents have no right to interfere, and some of them can't even meet each other.

Naturally, Jia Daishan has everything he can do.

"Then Master, we will see you tomorrow." The little boy looked at Wang Yi anxiously and said so, but his hands were still pulling Wang Yi's robe.

"Be good, I'll buy candied haws for you as a teacher." Wang Yi softened his heart and said patiently.

"Okay, thank you, Master. Goodbye, Master." The little boy smiled with satisfaction and waved his hands.

Wang Yi paused, put his left hand on the little boy's head and rubbed it, and the little boy's face instantly burst into a smile: "By the way, Duke Rong. Excuse me, Lian'er is only this big." Little boy, don't let him go out alone, you must know that even in Chang'an, the security is not very good." After saying that, leaving the little boy who wanted to cry without tears, he went back home by himself.

What?Isn't there something important to do?fool!That was just an excuse to fool Jia Daishan.

"What do you mean going out alone? Brat! Did you sneak out of the house?" As expected, Jia Daishan said as if to force a confession.

"I...I..." The little boy squeaked rarely.

"Lian'er! Lian'er! You are finally back!!" Fortunately, an excited voice broke in at this moment.

Seeing that Jia She seemed not to see Jia Daishan's existence, he rushed over from the street like an arrow, and his movement was so fast that even Jia Daishan, who had been in the field for a long time, was surprised.

"Where did you run off, you bad boy? Grandma and I searched the mansion and found you! She was so worried! Your brother and I searched for streets and alleys, I'm afraid you will be kidnapped by someone. Go over!" Jia Shen babbled for a round, no matter how the little boy reacted, he directly slapped the little boy's ass three times.

The little boy didn't avoid it either. Although he was grinning in pain, he felt very warm when he saw Jia She's flushed cheeks dripping with sweat and a few strands of hair falling to his ears.

"Speak! Do you still dare to run away from home!?" Jia She said with a straight face, quite imposing, quite capable of bluffing.

The little boy said obediently, "Don't dare."

"That's right." Nodding solemnly, however, he is probably such a person who is only three seconds handsome, "Tell me! What place should I sneak this time? Baihualou or Yihong Pavilion? Want to leave the mansion Just tell your brother! Do you need to run away from home? Next time my brother takes you to watch a performance on the Tianqiao, let me tell you! There are boulders in the chest..." The more he said, the more joyful Jia Amnesty became.

"Brother..." Seeing Jia Daishan's face getting darker and darker, the little boy wanted to remind his rising brother.

"Let me tell you! There is a picture of Tang Bohu's autumn wind fan in Boguzhai. The beauty in it is holding a fan and staring sideways, with a kind of resentful and melancholy look in his brows. Tsk tsk tsk! It's really hooking people. I wanted to buy it and hang it in my study, but how did I know that the boss asked for 4000 taels! If it’s 1000 taels less, my brother and I can talk to my grandmother...” Unexpectedly, Jia She, who was addicted to his own world, couldn’t accept it at all. The message from the little boy, for which the little boy had no choice but to clean himself up.

"You bastard!"

Jia Daishan couldn't close his mouth when he heard the news that Moer worshiped Wang Yi as his teacher. He thought that although he was the son of Rong Guogong Jia Yuan, he encountered obstacles everywhere when he was studying Confucianism, and the gentleman from a wealthy family looked down on him. This martial artist, who studied respectfully again and again got ridiculed repeatedly.In a fit of rage, he joined the army and followed his father, relying on his bravery to gradually rise to the top in the army. After more than ten years of conquest, he was able to inherit the title of Duke Rong without losing his title.

The painful experience of studying as a teenager has always been a thorn in his heart. Every time he recalls it, whether it is in his chest or various old wounds caused by years of fighting, he feels a dull pain.So, after learning from the pain, he decided to train his son with all his strength. First, let his son fulfill his childhood dream for him; second, so that his son and future generations would no longer be ridiculed by literati; In the hall, the court is ultimately in the hands of civil officials.Unexpectedly, the eldest son was raised by his mother to be idle and a playboy; the second son was good at studying and talented (Shi's words), so Jia Daishan put all his hopes on Jia Zheng, and he would inevitably ignore him. The eldest son.

Jia Daishan picked up a wooden stick casually from the porter's office, cursed and slapped Jia Amnesty's buttocks one after another.

"Ah!" Leng might as well have been hit by this unexpected disaster, and Jia She, who didn't know what happened, let out a scream.

"Master! Don't hit me! Ah! Grandmother, save me...ah!" Turning around, I saw my old man holding a stick and "killing like hell". He didn't dare to ask what he had done, he just shouted for help and begged for mercy.

But Jia Daishan was merciless, every time he drew a stroke, Jia Amnesty would scream.

"Don't tell grandma yet!" Turning his head and commanding the stunned servant, the little boy wiped away a handful of tears of fake compassion after seeing the servant rushing to the back house.

What a poor and deserving brother.

It seems that the elder brother's troubles are not serious, and the father has acted appropriately, so the little boy is not busy trying to persuade him.Recently, I was still a little upset to see my brother, and I was too embarrassed to "kill my brother" myself. Now seeing this happy scene, I am so happy to relieve my hatred.

He stared at it intently, clicked his tongue, and almost made a move together.This posture is really standard!One stick after another was drawn down, but the landing point was very accurate, only the buttocks were not hit anywhere else, the kung fu practiced by this hand was really superb!

The little boy watched with relish.

The author has something to say: Jia Amnesty bites the handkerchief (sorrowful face): I hurt you for nothing, you little heartless~~

Little boy (sneering): Hehe, then I don’t need my grandfather to cover you in the future~ huh?

Jia She said in a good way: "If you want it, brother Lian is the most filial~~

The little boy is cold: hum!

Where are all the comments and comments~~~~~ silently mourning face~~