Even though she had said countless times that she wanted to strangle her in her infancy, she was her own son, and even the tiger poison would not kill her son!

"Mom!" Listening to Jia Mu's words that came to an abrupt end, Jia Zheng's eyes were fascinated. He recovered a little from the excitement of the patriarch. With rationality, he learned to learn from his own teachings. He learned to take Jia Mu's hand when he was young and said coquettishly: "Mom, I'll keep it under your knees as a child. How can I not know your difficulties? No matter what, I..."

Upon hearing this, Jia Mu glanced at Jia Zheng with a complex exploration, but her expression gradually softened a little. She patted Jia Zheng's hand and sighed: "Indeed, you were raised by me since I was a child. How could I not know your personality?"

This is her son who has been in love with forty years, and her descendants have all prospects.

It’s not just like the boss raised by the old pious woman. Not only did she get angry everywhere, but his descendants were not good at it.

"After all, you are really impatient in this matter! You have to make a decision and act later. Now, I still have to give up my face to meet the old sisters. And Wang..."

Jia Mu still resented Mrs. Wang, and her tone was cold, "I tried to find a way to get pregnant as soon as possible, so that we would have the chance to recover from the newborn. Now, I'm afraid we have to sing a bitter plan and keep our door closed for a few months."

Jia Zheng didn't care much about these. He was just curious about what Jia Mu said before, and couldn't help but speak, and asked in a hurry: "Mom, what you said before was probably not using the Empress to give birth to the dragon seed, right?"

"Oh..." Since she made up her decision and wanted to give up one and protect one, Jia Mu was not shy. Looking at Jia Zheng, she sighed slowly, and her eyes were determined and determined, and she said in a deep voice: "I naturally have no face to plead for a child like the boss, but I am my son..."

Before Grandmother Jia could finish her words, she heard the door violently kicked open with a "bang". The sharp sound suddenly broke the mother's kindness and filial piety in the house, and also broke the dull appearance of a group of onlookers outside the house like a wooden man.

The three people in the room looked back together, shocked and said in unison: "Why are you here?"

"Because, I specially begged the adult to give me a favor, come here to say something-" Jia She, who deliberately lengthened the tail sound and kicked open the door, stepped on the threshold, like a big golden sword, looked like a bandit, raised his eyebrows, turned his phoenix eyes slightly, swept across the expressions of the three people in the room, slowly spoke, and paused, with a straight voice: "I am not the biological son of the old lady Jia Shi."

As soon as these words came out, everyone inside and outside the house was shocked: "What?"

The answer to them was Jia She raised his fingers, looked at the direction of the lobby of the ancestral hall, and solemnly swore: "If I have a word of falsehood, I will be struck by lightning and will not die well."

"Crime!" Hearing this, Jia Mu was excited and cursed.

"Why are you angry?" At this moment, Jia She, who was not struck by lightning, felt that he was particularly calm and calm, and had a kind of tranquility beyond the world. He was calm in front of him without changing his expression. For example, his hand that he had raised his swearing before did not tremble, and his calves, which were specially supported by the threshold, did not tremble.

Once you say it, it is actually very simple to bear it.

Jia She looked straight at Jia Mu with an angry expression. Her voice was neither high nor low, nor low, but plain, as if she was looking at a stranger, saying serious nonsense: "You have difficulty giving birth, and the child died two hours after birth. I was afraid that you would be sad, so they bought me. I didn't think about it. Jia Min was also ill, why was he weak and sick? When I was young, I was carried out to walk by my grandfather. The birds were not sick or painful?" Although his grandfather became a Duke of the Kingdom, he still couldn't change the bad habits of playing, birds, showing off grandsons and other bad habits. Those old men were bored and could still make grandsons and great-grandsons compete with birds. Anyway, the civil officials criticized the first generation of martial honors in some aspects.

"No! This is absolutely impossible!" Jia Mu didn't believe it at all and wanted to tell the truth, but saw that Jia She had turned around and left without hesitation. She walked with him, and actually...

Looking at the group of people in Dali Temple, Jia Mu's face turned gray and pale in an instant: "It's over, everything is over."

On this side, Jia She left step by step and returned to the lobby. He didn't see what the tribe members in the house looked like. He kowtowed three times to the tablets of the ancestors of the Jia family and burned incense.

I hope my father and grandparents will forgive me. As the chief, he returned all the things he got from the womb of Jia Shi's mother.

Nowadays, he has to leave a way for his children, at least without filial piety can be a road that can be blocked by the way.

Jia She's eyes stayed on the tablets of Jia Daishan, Jia Yuan and Jia Xu for a moment, took a deep breath, and left without hesitation again. As for himself, he himself... Think about it, the treatment of the Dali Temple cell is actually pretty good, at least four dishes and one soup.

But he may not have such treatment from now on. After all, the emperor may want to kill him with a thunder.

After half a stick of incense, Jia She had just left Ning Mansion, and in the palace, he had received the latest news, and was still understanding the gossip that was revealed in this sentence. The emperor next to him was already furious.

"This is impossible!" The emperor disbelief and yelled angrily: "Jia Daishan calculated the middle-aged son. Not to mention how grand Lao Jia had a son for the eldest grandson in the past. He had a thick face and even invited me. I remember that when Jia Shi was dying, Lao Jia did not feel unlucky. He gave his face and cried to the palace with "obedo" in the middle of the night! I gave two gynecology masters, and afterwards, a pediatrician specialized in serving the golden grandson, not to mention that there was a red birthmark on Jia She's butt. Jia Yuan showed off his wealth and honor mole for a long time and said that his grandson was born with a good life. Jia She's name was also obtained by the shameless gangster of Jia Jia and the Ministry of Rites to search the dictionary. At that time, Lao Jia was short of forgetting his ancestors and intends to imitate the ancients, taking the title as his surname, so as not to be difficult to choose the name of Jin Sun..."

As he spoke, the emperor suddenly sighed heavily: "This child is so filial to the point of being confused."

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