Jia Lian felt a "haha" in his heart, let alone whether he has the courage or not? Just based on his worthless virtue, you know that he doesn't have the heart either!
The person who spread the rumor is also a retard.
The rumors are so outrageous, whoever you choose to be the "killer" to assassinate the future heir to the throne is more reliable than Jia She!
Of course, anyone who still believes this rumor is even more retarded.
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Jia Mu sighed repeatedly:
"My son, I know in my heart that he can be a good-for-nothing bastard, but he will never kill someone. He doesn't have the guts.
At that time, he was just hanging out among the girls. He had no other thoughts except eating, drinking and having fun. He spent his whole day either looking at flowers or taking a boat ride.
The Caoqiao, ten miles south of You'anmen, has many springs and beautiful flowers. When the peony season comes, even the borders are covered with peonies, which are more beautiful than Luoyang peonies. Your father is a lover of flowers and beauties. When the peony season comes,
As long as your grandfather is not at home, he will run there with a group of girls.
At that time, King Zhongshun's only son was only seven or eight years old. He was smart, smart, well-born, and was capable of both literary and military skills. He could run a horse as well as an adult. No wonder Emperor Yuan He liked him so much. p>
But who would have thought that when his horse was passing by a grass bridge, a kite suddenly fell from the sky and hit the eye of the horse the prince was riding. The horse was suddenly frightened and ran wildly, causing the prince to die unexpectedly.
In fact, people were flying kites everywhere during that season. Many people deliberately put the kites at high places and then cut the kite strings short, which means "releasing sick energy" or "releasing bad luck". Especially when the flowers bloom near the grass bridge,
Tourists went to buy peonies and flew kites.
But that rumor said that the kite that killed King Zhongshun’s only son was flown into the sky by your father with a large group of girls.”
"This...is this okay? Where's the evidence? You can't just make false accusations out of thin air, right?"
Seeing Jia Lian's unhappy face, Jia's mother also patted the armrest of the chair several times:
“There is no proof or proof!
Isn’t this just a rumor? And it’s still a rumor that has only been secretly sneaking around! Just because it can’t be put on the table, what kind of evidence do you need?”
"Then King Zhongshun believes it?"
It turns out that King Zhongshun is the mentally retarded plus.
Jia Mu took a deep breath and said loudly:
"Then who dares to ask?
Both sides are making baseless accusations, and we don’t even have a chance to defend ourselves.
Anyway, they just don’t deal with our Jia family, and they don’t know when they will make things difficult for us, and we can’t do anything about it.”
There must be something fishy in this.
But I’m afraid that’s all the old lady knows.
Jia Lian quickly comforted:
"Since King Zhongshun wants to make things difficult for us, we have no choice but to take advantage of him.
Anyway, not only did he not get a bargain this time, but he also lost a housekeeper and a profitable restaurant, which also taught him a lesson.
As the saying goes: If the fence is tight, wild dogs cannot get in. Don’t worry, old lady, as long as we are careful, he will not be able to trick us.
If he still refuses to change his ways, his grandson will naturally find a way to make him understand that the Jia family is not his place to manipulate at will.
If he pinches me once, he will prick my hand once."
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After the rays of the setting sun dissipated in the sky, black clouds gradually began to appear in the western sky, as if they were ghosts escaping from the darkness, taking advantage of the increasingly dense darkness to occupy the entire sky.
Gradually, a slight breeze began to blow, and the wind was mixed with the smell of green grass. From the far horizon, there was a faint dull thunder.
The wind gradually became stronger, blowing the two large bamboo clumps behind the house with a rustling sound, like falling snow in the middle of the night.
It's going to rain.
I'm afraid it will rain heavily again.
On normal days, Princess Zhongshun Zhang would definitely sit by the west window and look through the half-propelled window pane before the sky was completely dark to watch the red dragonflies that would only fly around the pond at this time. But at this time, Princess Zhongshun had the doors and windows closed tightly, and she sat alone by the light, embroidering like crazy.
Zhongshun Wang Shuizhen had been pacing back and forth in the outer room for an unknown number of times when he suddenly came into the room and said:
"Okay, okay, just stop embroidering. I'm already confused enough."
Princess Zhongshun remained silent and continued to embroider like a storm.
The poor piece of snow-white Wu Ling was worn into wrinkles by Princess Zhongshun's rough method of holding the soles of her shoes. The running sika deer embroidered on it has become as ferocious as a gluttonous monster.<
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King Zhongshun stepped forward and snatched the embroidered stretcher from the princess's hand. He wanted to throw it to the ground, but he raised his hand. Suddenly he saw the angry look in the princess's eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore and just threw his hand towards the kang.
Throw it away and sigh:
"At this point, the emperor has spoken. What do you want me to do? I have to bow my head under the low eaves.
He Jin has been with us for so many years and done so many things for us. I can’t bear to ask him to die, but...but the emperor’s life is difficult, you don’t understand this.”
Princess Zhongshun straightened her back and stared at Prince Zhongshun Shuizhen calmly:
"People are under low eaves? You are like a mirror in your own mind. Why do you think "people are under low eaves"?
Have to bow your head? Why do you have to bow your head? Isn’t it because he is the king and you are the minister?
If Chang'er is still alive, you should be the king and he should be the minister, and he should be 'under the low eaves'!"
"Shut up! Shut up!"
King Zhongshun was so anxious that he stamped his feet repeatedly, but he did not dare to raise his voice.
"Don't say such treacherous words! These are all..."
"This is all because you are sorry for Chang'er and sorry for me!"
Princess Zhongshun remained motionless, the anger in her eyes not diminishing:
"He doesn't have a legitimate son! But you do!
You know that the Supreme Emperor values the identity of his legitimate son the most. In order to give birth to this legitimate son for you, I risked my life!
While I was pregnant, I suffered from the syndrome of fetal death. My heart was pressed against my belly, I was short of breath, I was irritable and wanted to die, and I almost lost my life.
Finally, after seven months, the midwife said that he was still in my belly, head and feet, and I had suffered the pain of being reincarnated several times.
In the end, he was born and raised. I suffered for a day and a night, but in the end, he came out head first, feet first.
If He Jin hadn't invited the Shishi Medical Sage in time to revive me with a dose of Turning Head and Seizing the Door soup when my life was hanging by a thread, I would have ended up with the death of both mother and son.
It's just that I can no longer have children, but for Chang'er, I have never regretted it!
All to give you a legitimate son!
It’s all for your future!
But what’s the result?
I narrowly escaped death before giving birth to Chang'er. I stayed with him day and night until my body recovered. I protected him with great care and taught him with all my heart. It was easy to raise him until he was eight years old, and he was about to become a child.
The emperor's grandson was... actually killed by the bastards of the Jia family!"
"Okay, okay, I remember all these things, but now that he is the emperor, and he speaks, there is no way I can keep He Jin."