Sir, I have to pay more. Text Volume Chapter 592: You are the Prince of England. "Can you explain to me what women mean?"
On the way back, Jia Liu's stance was so fierce that he almost had to use his own Bilong sword to give Fan Wei a slap on his butt.
It wasn't that Fan Wei's worries were unreasonable, but the word "women" in his mouth made Jia Liu nervous.
Usually this word represents the word liberation, and the word liberation would never appear in the 41st year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty.
Jia Liu was not afraid of robbery, murder, arson, or even rebellion.
He is afraid of his fellow travelers.
Don't rush ahead by yourself, and end up with Fan Wei, a dog-headed strategist, sitting on the dragon's throne.
Knowing people and faces, but not knowing their hearts, who can guarantee that there are no other ghosts lurking in the Qianlong Dynasty.
Fan Wei was frightened when he called Master Guijia, and quickly explained: "Sir, women means women."
"Women, just say women, why do you use women?"
Jia Liu didn't believe it. He had never heard anyone say the word "woman" in this era for so long, so why did he hit Fan Wei for it to come out of his mouth?
Behind all coincidences, there is necessity.
He has studied philosophy to some extent.
Fan Wei, who had no idea what touched the heart of the ghost family, had to patiently find an explanation for his "women" statement.
"Your Excellency, the "Book of Rites" contains: No words of joy are expressed during mourning, no words of evil are mentioned during sacrifices, and no words are spoken of women in public courts. "Historical Records" also records that when Pei Gong entered the customs, he had nothing to gain and women had no luck. This was not a small ambition.
.It can be seen that women means women, or women, women."
"Really? That's because I'm superficial."
Jia Liu blushed. It turned out that he was still far behind in the area of classics. However, Fan Wei's quotations made Jia Liu wonder whether he was studying behind his back.
This is not a good thing.
The reason why he can become the leader of everyone is that his knowledge is higher than everyone else.
"Read less in the future. Reading too much is not good."
He put his hands behind his hands and moved forward, feeling a little unhappy.
"this"
Fan Wei didn't know whether to nod or not.
Fortunately, Mr. Gui is also a person with a bad temper, and his temper disappears as quickly as it comes.
In the blink of an eye, he forgot what he had just said. Instead, he stopped and said to him seriously: "You don't know me deeply enough, or your view of me is still superficial, so you don't know me at all."
What's going on in your heart.
Take the fact that I just said that I wanted to enter the palace. You think I want to use my work to get in touch with the women in the palace on a large scale. In fact, I have no such idea at all. I just don’t want to break trust with others. You know, I don’t care about integrity.
It’s very important to get something, but it’s easy not to make a promise. If you make a promise, you must keep it. This is also the key to my success.”
"Yes, yes, it's because of my humble position and superficiality."
Fan Wei suddenly understood and couldn't help but nod.
"Huh? Do you understand the meaning of superficiality?"
Jia Liumian was like a peach blossom, "Yes, if you learn and apply it flexibly, you will have a bright future. In the future, I will seize the bird position and give you a title of nobility."
"Your Majesty, it is not my wish to be granted the title of Marquis!"
Fan Wei straightened his square face with the Chinese character "Guo" and said, "I am loyal to your Majesty. Your Majesty will rule the world in the future, so at least you should give me a prince!"
If Qianlong was left here, he would immediately turn against Fan Wei and have him beheaded.
As the saying goes, what I give you is yours, and you can’t take what I don’t give you.
The question is whether Jia Liu is the protagonist, or a different and unique protagonist.
Therefore, after hearing Fan Wei's request, he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he gave Fan Wei a heavy blow on the shoulder with great appreciation: "I'm relieved when you say that. I'm not afraid of anything else.
I'm afraid that you will stop being satisfied and lose the motivation to make progress. This is not what I want to see. You must learn more when you live your whole life. You must think about progress every day, learn from time to time, review the past and learn the new.
Well."
He retracted the dragon's claws and found that his fingernails were dusty, so he bit them off casually. After thinking about it, he suddenly touched Fan Wei's back and added with a grin, "Director Yang is not in good health. If you work hard, maybe you can compete with others."
He moved into my imperial mausoleum one step ahead of schedule, um, Gu Mianzhi."
After saying that, he hummed a little tune and left happily.
The tune is Jinchuan's Liuliu tune, which is later known as "Kangding Love Song".
Fan Wei in the back shivered for a long time.
These words sounded familiar.
As soon as Jia Liu arrived home, he saw Shuan Zhu directing the housekeeper Zhao Jinzhong to move things.
Since the young master requested that not a single hair be left to him except for the ancestral tablets in the old house, this move was like a robbery.
If it weren't for the fear that the crooked-necked old locust tree would die if it was moved to Baoding, ruining the Jia family's feng shui, it would probably have to be dug up by the roots.
"Ninety percent, take the manger out of the horse pen and load it together tomorrow. Master, you are back!"
Seeing the young master, Shuan Zhu hurriedly left Aixinjueluo Jiucheng, who had been working as a volunteer at his uncle's father's house these days, and trotted over.
Jia Liu said "Hmm" casually: "Where are the young ladies?"
When he asked this question, his eyes were looking at Jiuzheng who was struggling to hold the manger in the horse pen.
90% of the time, this good nephew who was in his forties could not even be hugged a few times, but when he saw his aunt looking at him, the guy felt like he had been injected with chicken blood. He pulled up his sleeves and tightened his belt fiercely.
He said "Hmm" and suppressed his blush, and forcefully moved the manger, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, out step by step.
He is really so ruthless as a flagrant person.
Jia Liu couldn't help but secretly shouted "Hello".
"The young ladies are in the courtyard,"
Seeing the young master staring at Jiucheng, Shuan Zhu was afraid that the young master would scold him for treating his poor relatives as coolies, so he whispered to the side that Jiucheng insisted on helping him, but he refused to let him do it, and people were still angry with him. He had no choice but to
I can let him go.
"Young master, I am really not snobbish. Even the eldest young lady said I wouldn't let it go. It's really 90% on his own."
While he was explaining, the young master went straight to Jiuzheng with a smile. He couldn't help but chatter, and turned his head just in time to see Fan Wei who had just entered the door. Looking at him again, he looked like he was being jumped by an immortal, so he couldn't help but move towards him with a "thump".
He leaned his face towards Fan Wei's head and asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing."
Fan Wei shook his head.
Who is Shuan Zhu?
He said "Hey" and began to threaten: "Do you believe that I told the young master that you secretly found a job for your illiterate brother-in-law to be a county magistrate without spending a penny on him?"
"Don't, don't!"
Fan Wei was immediately discouraged and drooped his head: "My lord said that you are not in good health, so let me work hard. In the future, I can live in the imperial mausoleum like you, and maybe I can be one step ahead of you."
After hearing this, Shuan Zhu looked unhappy: "Don't listen to the nonsense of the young master. I'm in good health. It's a good thing to live in the imperial mausoleum. Why does it seem like someone who owes you money won't pay back."
"It's a good thing. The main thing is that I feel like I'm a bit disadvantaged by being one step ahead of you."
"Really? It's a big deal. If it doesn't work, I'll take the first step. How old are you this year?"
"Not even forty yet."
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When Shuan Zhu and Fan Wei were debating who should go first, Jia Liu walked up to his nephew Jiuzheng who was breathing heavily with a smile, took out his handkerchief and handed it over: "Wipe your sweat quickly, don't worry.
I'll freeze myself again if I blow it."
Jiucheng excitedly took the handkerchief from his aunt and wiped it while saying that he was fine. He was used to the hardships and had done a lot of strenuous work.
Jia Liu nodded and said sincerely: "You are such a good kid. You know that opportunities are earned and nothing will fall into the sky. Well, because of your filial piety, my aunt will fulfill your wishes no matter what."
After finishing speaking, he paused and said, "I'm afraid that Prince Ying won't recognize me as my uncle in the future."
"Ah? Ah!"
After three or two breaths, I finally understood what my aunt said. Without thinking, I knelt down and knelt down three times.
When I raised my forehead, it was all red.
"My aunt, my nephew is 90% able to inherit the ancestral title. My aunt is my nephew's reborn parent. If my nephew is a little bit negligent and feels sorry for his aunt, he will be killed by a carriage when he goes out and struck by lightning at home.
die!"
90% of the time this kid swears and swears just like his uncle.