Jia Amnesty, Duke Rong of the Red Chamber

Marquis Wei is also a tall man, and he spoke very harshly to Wei Ziqi. He didn't want to be blocked by him, but his face turned livid at that time, and he raised his hand to sweep all the things on the table, "Niezi, how dare you Talk to me like this, do you still have me in your eyes?"

He is not close to the eldest son, especially Wei Ziqi was cultivated by Jia Daishan, so the relationship between father and son is even thinner.

Wei Hou's logic is of the anger-relieving type. His son died because of Jia Daishan and his son, and Wei Ziqi even asked for funeral leave to mourn Jia Daishan's death.

Truly a traitor to the family.

"Of course not." Wei Ziqi avoided a scrap of paperweight on the ground, and sneered, "If it wasn't for me, Weihou Mansion would have been confiscated because of that rebellious son, and you still have to send me a message here." temper?"

"If it wasn't for Marquis Wei's mansion, what do you think you are?" Marquis Wei calmed down a bit, "Because you are my son, you are here today, not because of Jia Daishan."

Wei Ziqi thought it was ridiculous, and felt sorry for him, "I am today, all because of my master, except that you gave birth to me, and I don't have any credit for you."

Especially in the case of a favored concubine, if it weren't for Jia Daishan, he would probably have been mediocre and incompetent all his life.

Marquis Wei was about to reprimand his unfilial son when Jia Amnesty came.

"My son, Lord Hou, Rong Guogong is here." The servant said respectfully, but Wei Ziqi was the first to report.

"Ask him to come to my courtyard." Wei Ziqi glanced at Wei Hou, "If father has no other instructions, I will leave first."

"Just tell Duke Rong that I'm not feeling well." Marquis Wei is inferior to Jia She, so why would he want to be provoked in front of him.

He thought viciously, it looks noble, but it is because his father died early. If he lived to a hundred years old, Wei Ziqi, who has always been in trouble with Jia She, will be the heir apparent for decades, and will always be subservient to him. under.

Father and son have come to this point, there is no trust and affection at all, that's all.

Wei Ziqi had long been accustomed to Wei Hou's indifference and stinginess, he cupped his hands casually, and went back to his yard.

His residence is small, and there is a camphor tree planted on the east side of the courtyard, which is his godmother, the tree lady known by everyone in Weihou Mansion.

This might be the only tree Jia She doesn't want to climb.

There were some weapons randomly scattered under the tree. Jia Amnesty was holding a long sword to look closely. When he saw him coming in, he smiled and said, "Brother Wei, long time no see."

"There's only a handful of bones left." Wei Ziqi said angrily, "Why, don't you usually eat?"

"Eat." Jia Amnesty put the long sword back flat, "Let's talk in the room."

Wei Ziqi is a very arrogant person. His arrogance does not lie in his identity, but in himself. Therefore, facing Jia She, who is already the Duke of Rong, he will speak and act as before, and he will not act because of his own arrogance. I feel embarrassed about how small the house is.

It's just a foreign object, nothing to worry about.

This is what Jia Daishan has always wanted to teach Jia Amnesty. He didn't want to work hard and plainly to take care of him for several years, only to end up with a money-spinner who is extravagant and voluptuous.

Wei Ziqi didn't like drinking tea, so he poured Jia Amnesty a glass of water, "Sit down."

"Brother Wei intends to endure like this forever?" Jia She said, the leader who had just led the way said to invite Wei Ziqi to Marquis Wei, his expression was not very good, and he guessed that the father and son were having a bad time again.

"Hurry up, he is so self-willed, and from time to time he uses the one who died as an excuse, I'm afraid he will implicate the Houfu again." Wei Ziqi said, he didn't mean that he was a bastard against the dead one, but he was definitely plotting against him. The father and son just obeyed the holy order, who would show him such a resentful appearance.

Don't say it's the concubine's younger brother, the younger brother of the compatriots hastily cleaned up the house and made an apology for doing such a thing.

With him there to clean up the mess, this father who raised a fool is still ready to jump up and down.

Get out of here.

Although he had so many mental activities, his face was still calm, and he poured himself a glass of water, "I will do it when the time comes, I'm afraid I need your help. I have no other plans, just ask him to stay in the mansion." Raise, be an old marquis."

Not all fathers are named Jia Daishan, and the title of title can be given up at will, and there is no room for two tigers, even if it is a biological cub.

Jia Amnesty thought for a while and said, "You don't need to do anything, just let Brother Jing come here, and if there is a scene to pass, His Majesty will vacate his title for you. Your old man is really confused."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but cast a playful look at Wei Ziqi, "Brother Wei is now His Majesty's confidant, but it's just a matter of one or two sentences, and it still needs such a lot of twists and turns?"

Wei Ziqi put down his cup and looked back, "I'm going to be 22 soon, don't be beaten at such a young age, it's not worth it."

The two people sitting at this table are both quite old and unmarried, and they both have the reputation of restraining their wives.

Those who didn't know thought it was the characteristic of Jia Daishan's lineage.

"Next time you dare to fight with me, I'll bring Mr. Yao with you." Jia She said, tapping on the table with his fingertips a few times, "There's nothing wrong with you, let's play a game of chess?"

"Gobang?" Wei Ziqi taunted him. It seems that Jia She learned this move from Jia Daishan. Compared with Weihou, the son of the world rarely feels that he is also quite miserable, so he said, "If you play chess seriously, I will let you play chess." You have three eyes."

Jia Amnesty smiled slightly, "Yes."

After half an hour, Wei Ziqi wanted to lift the chessboard very much, he pondered for a moment and then said, "Come again."

"can."

An hour later, he almost pinched a corner of the chessboard, and said without thinking, "Come again."

"can."

This round lasted for an hour and a half, seeing that Wei Ziqi had a chance to win, Jia Amnesty suddenly blocked him somewhere, and then killed him a big dragon. The number happened to be that Wei Ziqi had two and a half eyes more than him. For the three eyes left behind, Jia Shen won half of the game in the final game.

It's not as comfortable as winning a big victory, it's too nasty and too provocative.

All of a sudden, the offensive and defensive positions were reversed. Jia She picked out the chess pieces and said with a smile, "Brother Wei has not improved much in chess over the years."

Wei Ziqi's chess was taught by Jia Daishan himself.

However, Jia Amnesty was taught by Jia Daishan himself.

In theory, it may be the reason why the father lost.

Wei Ziqi comforted himself in this way, feeling much more relieved, he bounced a white stone and went straight to Jia She's forehead.

Jia She turned his head to dodge, and the chess piece hit the vase behind him, and the vase shattered, Jia She said, "You lost your wife and lost your army?"

"I think you are a good-looking man who got a cheap price. You have to pay for the vase, which is from the official kiln."

The generous Jia She said, "I'll pay you ten, antique."

Sure enough, after returning, someone sent ten antique vases to Wei Ziqi.

Wei Ziqi's heart was even more congested.

"I just came back, and you ignored me." After ordering the vase, Jia She took off his shoes and squeezed into Yao Qianshu's soft couch, "What book are you reading?"

Yao Qianshu showed him the bookstall out of boredom, "I'm reading Journey to the West."

He went through the plot of the original Dream of Red Mansions again when he was free. Although it was completely changed now, the stone that patched up the sky aroused his interest in watching Journey to the West.

They are all leftovers from mending the sky, and I don't know where Sun Wukong and Jia Baoyu have anything in common.

"Oh, if I were those goblins, I don't care about Sanqi 21, I'll bite Tang Monk first before talking about it." Jia She commented that since ancient times, the villain died of talking too much is the truth.

"I haven't seen the back of this before, I thought Tang Seng was very miserable, the previous nine lives were eaten. You said he saw the skulls on Drifting's neck, would he want to say hello to his former self? "Yao Qianshu's words were even more frightening, and after he finished speaking, he came back, "I don't blame you for leaving me alone at home, but you still blame me."

"I'll take you next time."

"What have you been doing all day?"

"Go and abuse my senior brother." Jia She took the book out of his hand, "Now that I'm back, what kind of book are you reading?"

Yao Qianshu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and got up and ordered someone to set up dinner, "If you come back later, I will eat by myself without waiting for you."

Seeing that he didn't seem very happy, Jia Amnesty stopped the conversation and just ate.

When it was time to light the lamp, Money Tree leaned back and continued to flip through his Journey to the West, but when Jia She went out for a day, he piled up a lot of official documents.

In addition to the original small intelligence department, he now has Qi Guogong who broadcasts the situation of Juyongguan from time to time, which is not much easier than when he had a position.

After he finished reading the thick stack of information, he still needs to sort it out and send it to his friends. It's almost midnight when it's completely sorted out like this.

As a tree, Yao Qianshu actually wanted to sleep. The book was thrown on the ground at some point, and he curled up and slept soundly.

Jia She retreated from the maid who was about to come forward to serve, and bent down to hug Yao Qianshu, looking down just enough to see his peaceful sleeping face.

Yao Qianshu woke up as soon as he was in the air, hooked Jia She's neck, and stuck it up. The two lips touched, and he smiled, "Finally willing to sleep?"

The maids were busy and quietly exited the room one by one.

"Isn't this a good thing to save and sleep slowly?" Jia Amnesty walked into the inner room with his feet steady, and asked very unscrupulously, "Sleep or not?"

Yao Qianshu licked his lips, "Sleep."

However, the question of who sleeps with whom needs to be discussed.

When Jia Zheng came over the next morning, his brother was still up.

Came here at noon and didn't get up.

He said very sadly, "From now on, the king will not go to court early."