Jia She, Chief Assistant of the Red Chamber

Rao received the news that there is a possibility of promotion, Jia Amnesty couldn't be happy.He would rather not have this opportunity, and he didn't want to hear the wailing sounds coming one after another in his ears, the rainy rain, accompanied by paper money flying all over the sky, making people mourn from the inside out.

This time, the prince personally went out of the city to meet the funeral team and presided over the public sacrifice.After the fire, it was impossible to identify who was who, so the imperial court intervened to bury the dead party.All family members also receive pension and care.

"Uncle, don't be sad, you should go back and have a good rest first." Jia Zhen saw the crown prince take over the funeral team, and after making arrangements in an orderly manner, she dragged Jia Amnesty, who looked a little dull, to her carriage.

He saw who was so and so with sharp eyes just now.

Even if the dead are honored, they have to say to themselves—"What a bad luck!"

Jia Zhen rolled her eyes. Although he has been trained a lot in these years, his temper has also become more and more arrogant along with his ability.Of course, it is undeniable that his series of relatives and friends made him very powerful.So when he saw the Shi family members, especially Shi Laoer's sharp eyes, he thought of the humiliation back then!

Dare to hit the face of his Jia family, dare to plot against their Jia family!

Jia Amnesty was also sensitive when he noticed that his eldest nephew was burning with anger like a ignited fire thorn or tribulus. Looking back, he saw the figure in the crowd, and his figure stiffened involuntarily.

He saw the white-haired man giving off the black-haired man not far away, who seemed to be a few dozen years old. The other party was leaning on crutches, with a hunched back, completely different from the tall and straight uncle in his memory. .

His eyes dimmed a bit, Jia She sighed, patted Jia Zhen's hand, turned and left.

In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed since that shit pot.

The old lady of the historian, his maternal grandmother, died of illness five years ago.

Now, it is indeed time for historians to recover.This time it was Shi Nai, the youngest historian who died.His first cousin.

But how can that be?

In the previous life, I let it go, but in this life, the slap in the face will not be wiped out by time.

He couldn't do what Uncle Huang instructed—knowing that the historian wanted to seek a place, let him intercede for others, give favor to the historian, and then let the historian disclose who, and then you and I, the two families gradually resumed contact.

He, Jia Amnesty, is greedy for profit, knowing that Zhang Day's father-in-law is talented, and the royal family can use him, so he can put his arms around Lian'er in a blink of an eye to "invite" someone to return to vulgarity.But that premise is not familiar.There is no friendship, so mutual benefit and reciprocity can be achieved.To a large extent, Zhang Qingshan was only doing it for the sake of his son who was released after his death, but for Lian'er.

And his uncle treated him well, but it was also for the benefit of the historian.Due to his "goodness", Emperor Taixing had already helped Shi Da recover his post and entered the military academy for training.If it wasn't for the fact that the second child and the third child had a fight over a quota, which made Taixing Emperor displeased, otherwise, this time the disaster relief team, these two people would go with the first team.

Seeing Jia Amnesty leaving without even saying hello, Shi Ding, who was supporting the old father's hand, was a little dissatisfied, and cursed in a low voice: "It's only two chairs."

Disaster relief has always been regarded as a "gilded" opportunity. Their historians spent a lot of human relationship to get a quota from the Beijing camp to escort food and grass.It's not because of Jia Amnesty and Jia's family!What's more, no one expected this kind of man-made disaster. Jia Amnesty didn't care about blood relationship, and he didn't even understand the most basic etiquette.If you see them, you don't come to say hello.

"Second brother, be careful with your words." Shi Jue, the boss of the historian who had already returned from Jinling, said immediately after hearing the words, with warning eyes.

"Forget it, don't worry about the Jia family." Bao Linghou looked at his back and let out a long sigh.That year, Taiping 36, can be described as a sudden change.Compared with the families that were destroyed in the chaos of seizing the throne, their historians can be regarded as lingering.

"One hero and three gangs, now it's just you two brothers, let's support this family well." Bao Linghou patted his son's hands left and right, and said in a deep voice: "Father is getting old after all."

"Father, how can you say that..."

Not to mention Shi Jia and others, Jia Amnesty got into the carriage for a while, but fell asleep from exhaustion.

Seeing this, Jia Zhen signaled the groom to drive steadily, and carefully put the man down to sleep. When she arrived at Enyihou's mansion, she saw that she couldn't wake him up, so she just wanted to be gentle and drag him... out, and then saw the emperor Got in the car, looked at that "husband-resenting face" and almost smashed Jia Amnesty's head on the cabinet by mistake.

"The emperor..."

"Take it easy, go and rest. I'll take care of Enhou."

"Well, that humble minister will leave." Jia Zhen saluted and ran away quickly.

"That brat, murdered my uncle." Jia She rubbed his head and came to his senses.Although he didn't smash the cabinet, it still hurts when he hit the wooden board.

But seeing that he was lying in the carriage and sleeping, with fox fur on his body, Jia Amnesty sighed again.The eldest nephew is also considerate, but pay more attention to the small details.

"I frightened him. Does it hurt?" Cui Yu felt the coldness on his body being dispelled for a while before reaching out his hand.

"It doesn't hurt, but I'm sleepy. I've been busy walking around, and now I'm relieved, and I'm tired." Jia She took Cui Yu's hand and got up and leaned into his arms: "Let's go home and sleep. Get a good night's sleep."

"Okay." Cui Yu rubbed Jia Amnesty's hair, and signaled Dian to drive to their small home.

Waiting left and right in the Hou Mansion, the Supreme Emperor who came to pay his respects: "..."

Jia Zhen nodded and bowed her head: "Calm down your anger. Uncle She brought you a lot of local specialties. Take a look."

Taishanghuang: "It's still cheap, and my nephew is caring." The niece and daughter-in-law don't care about the empty nest elderly at all.

Cui Yu, who had no idea that he had been downgraded to the status of "nephew and daughter-in-law", waited for Jia She to recharge his batteries before talking about the Henan governor's candidate.

"I hate you, but this is indeed an opportunity for your career." Cui Yu said the last sentence, feeling as if his heart had been pricked by a needle.

For the first time, reason and emotion faced such a fierce battle.

In the same way, Jia Amnesty is also facing a difficult choice in life.

After much deliberation, Jia She grabbed Cui Yu's neck, kissed him on the mouth, savored it carefully, and finally nestled in his arms panting: "You...you...how many months have you been?" No see, kissing skills are advancing by leaps and bounds."

"It's all taught by you!" Cui Yu heard the words "stealing, fishy" in the back, and felt that he had been wronged so much, he let go silently and turned his back on Jia Amnesty.

Jia Amnesty: "..."

"Brother Enzheng." Jia Amnesty lay on Cui Yu's back and blew into people's ears: "I was wrong, okay? I won't talk cheap again in the future. Didn't that just praise you for your love of learning and learning. Let's say... let's say..."

Jia She's words were a bit lonely: "Actually, I'm also quite scared. I'm afraid that you will suddenly show up as a beauty in the harem. But if you don't take this opportunity, I will follow the steps. Tell me, when I have grandsons, Maybe I won't be able to return to Rongguo Mansion."

"You have your life principles, and I also have my obsessions." Jia She sighed: "I'm actually a lazy person who is used to work. I thought I won the exam. I can prove to my father that I can change the transition crisis of the Jia family." Well, if you go around the Sixth Department, it’s best to go to the Ministry of Industry to be a foreigner, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Cui Yu looked back, feeling the sentimental atmosphere flowing in the room, especially on the bed, was completely washed away by a bunch of treacherous laughter, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Industry?"

"My second child is this official, hahahahahahahaha!"

After Jia She laughed, he became inexplicably sentimental again: "I thought my life was like this - I read the mansion newspaper every day, drank tea and pissed off my second child, so leisurely, when Lian'er and the others grow up, I will Hanyi Nongsun has become a rich old man, and it is the emperor's uncle who took back the Rongguo Mansion, that mansion that is no less than home in my heart, that place that bears too much of my love and hatred."

Jia Amnesty looked at Cui Yu with serious eyes: "I am the heir of the Rongguo Mansion, the owner of the Rongfu Mansion. I must take back the Rongguo Mansion and pass him on to Lian'er from me."

"Cui Enzheng, I am the third generation head of the Jia family." Jia Amnesty emphasized it again, looking at Cui Yu with fixed eyes, without blinking, showing a sense of determination.He wants this opportunity!

Cui Yu put his arm around Jia She's shoulder again, hugged him in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "As the emperor, Jia She is indeed a good candidate. I... you say I How about passing the throne to Yan'er now? Anyway, he is eighteen, and his wife is also married."

Hearing this, Jia Amnesty felt that his heart was being pinched.What he likes most about Cui Yu is probably the warmth he treats him with his calmness, objectiveness and restraint.

Really handsome!

But he is not Su Daji, who harmed the country and demonized the people.

"You... why don't you say something, anyway, now you have money, a house, and a wife?" Jia She sniffed, held back his touched and worthless golden beans that were about to fall out, and squeezed Cui Yu's fingers : "I've never seen someone who doesn't like being an emperor so much."

"Being the emperor is not good at all. I have a headache just looking at the account books of the household department every day."

"Rub it for you."

"En." Cui Yu responded, and then complained in a low voice: "Now I hate the bureaucracy the most!" No one mentioned this name, and nothing happened.

"I hate it too!" Jia Amnesty raised his head and kissed Cui Yu's chin, looking at the deep tenderness in his eyes, Jia Amnesty was so moved that he almost wanted to blurt out—I don't want to go.

But when the words came to his lips, Jia Amnesty thought about it and asked, "Do you want me to take you to Rongguo Mansion to play? Although the key to the gate has been confiscated, I have a secret passage."

"The small gate of Ning Mansion?"

"Hey, you never think of it."

Cui Yu rubbed Jia Amnesty's hair: "Why don't you get up and put on your clothes? The sun is drying your ass." His father Xinshan took Yan'er to teach him and gave him a day off.

"I think back then, this was my normal time to wake up." Jia Amnesty tidied himself up as he recalled the past, and after dinner, he brought Cui Yu to search for childhood memories.

Rongguo Mansion Back Alley

Cui Yu silently watched people dug a dog hole, and laughed: "It's less expensive for you to climb over the wall than to drill a hole, right?"

"You don't know. Back then, I didn't work hard. Let alone over the wall, I didn't even bother to take a step. It's not like now. If you say over the wall, you can over the wall. And this is not to let you go through dog holes, I don't even know how to do it." Zhuan, why would you be such a bear!"

Jia Amnesty picked up the dirt by the dog's hole with his hands, found a green package, then got up and smiled at the people, "The chaimen key, I used to sneak out to play, and I secretly matched it myself!"

"It's really a bear." Cui Yu looked at the smiling face, followed by a laugh, and silently became a "little thief".

Although Rongguo Mansion was uninhabited, Emperor Taixing still ordered him to come in through the small gate of Ning Mansion every year and repair it carefully.In this way, Jia She is used as a big radish to make progress.

Jia Amnesty led Cui Yu by the hand, and the familiar ones came to Rongxi Hall first, pointed to the red gold nine-dragon green plaque, and said, "See? Rongxi Hall! Your grandfather gave it to my grandfather!"

"We are also family friends." Cui Yu sighed.

"Hahaha, that's true! When the Patriarch brings it back later, we will visit Rongxi Hall again."

"it is good!"

Cui Yu intertwined with Jia She, followed his words, imagined Jia She's mischievous appearance when he was young, and silently made a wish so that he could pamper Jia She without any worries.

Let him be so strong that he doesn't have to worry about any worldly eyes!

When Jia Amnesty spoke dryly, they dropped by the Ning Mansion for a meal.

Before leaving, Cui Yu raised his eyes and glanced at the small attic in the distance.

Jia Yuanchun on the attic seemed to feel the sight, and his face turned pale with fright.