Although the birth of the prince is essentially not related to him, the prefect of Shuntian, who is on the practical road, Bao Mian still couldn't help frowning, frowned out the word "chuan". Not to mention the bloody storm in the court, the two families of the Jia family obviously were about to have a demonic storm. There are three Jia family members in the jurisdiction. As parents, as officials of the parents, in addition to keeping a smile, they can only secretly compare the current situation in their hearts to comfort themselves.

No matter how frustrated and depressed you are, you are far inferior to you today.

To be honest, it is best not to take a concubine to make friends in the family. If you make a fuss, you will be embarrassed!

The face of the heart is deep, and there is no trace of happiness to get Lin'er. Ask yourself, he is not short of sons now. Especially after watching a series of shocking actions of the Jia family, even if Jia Yuanchun is diagnosed repeatedly, he has ordered an abortion. He is afraid that his father will be cowardly and his mother will be cowardly. He has mixed his descendants with a Jia family. If his daughter marrys anyone, it is no less than making enemies with court officials, and having a son will be even more complicated. But in a thousand words, there is still the Supreme Emperor on his head. Even if he thinks that there are many children and grandchildren, he still believes in many children and blessings.

"I am lucky to be favored by my ability, why are I not able to raise it? I don't even have any tiger poison!" The angry shout echoed in my ears. I now lowered my head and looked at my belt, looked up at the prince's list spread out on the imperial desk. I sighed in depression and turned around. I ordered the third-class washing and the order to handle it according to the rules. I didn't care.

But even if the attitude is indifferent now, this attitude cannot be heard by Jia Mu. Jia Mu only knows that Jia Yuanchun has given birth to a son. Now the ninth prince is holding a secret letter. After thinking about it, the more he thinks, the more he feels that the future is full of expectations. He seems to be ten years younger, and exudes a sense of fighting spirit. This child is really time. Not only is he of good gender, but he is also in the order (he is also the ninth prince before he ascended the throne). The Jia family has been dormant for two or three years. At that time, Jia Baoyu and Jia Lan will be on the list of gold. At that time, Jia Tanchun can also get married to the Jia family to add a help. Everyone works together and moves forward together. When the little prince grows up, they can show their strength!

After planning his mind, Jia Mu was excited for a whole day and piously invited a statue of god with Mama Lai. This is called a statue of god, but it is a beauty, with a graceful look, and is different from the Bodhisattva goddess in other temples. He [the cheeks are smiling in spring, the clouds are covered with green buns; the lips are blooming, and the teeth are fragrant. The slender waist is clear, the wind is dancing back and snow; the pearls are shining with green pearls, duck green, goose yellow.] If Jia Zhen is present, with his knowledge of the Red Mansion, he may not be able to guess who it is, but if Jia Baoyu is present, he can accurately and shout in surprise: "Fairy Jinghuan!"

Looking at the statue of God for more than 40 years, it still has not been worn out, but has become more delicate, as if a light light is emitted from the whole body. Seeing this, Jia Mu and Lai Mama had a slight complexion between their eyebrows and eyes, they both bent down and kneeled to fulfill their wishes.

Grandmother Jia kowtowed seriously, "Thank you, Fairy Jinghuan..."

As soon as she knew that Yuanchun was lucky, she came to ask for the fairy's blessing as soon as she knew.

You should know that this Jinghuan Fairy is very effective. Thinking about the hen who was infertile for a long time and was ridiculed by others, she listened to the guidance of the Prince of Nan'an County. The current old concubine invited this fairy back from Jinling and worshipped her all the time. Within a month, she became pregnant. The fairy blessed her to make her favored concubines fall out of favor, and to make all pregnant concubines have daughters, so that...

After Jia Mu thanked her for her thanks, she was rarely at ease. While Lai Mama went to inquire about Jia Zhen and others, she ordered people to prepare a car and visit the prison for the first time.

As soon as she entered the threshold of the prison, a stench came towards her. The more she walked in, the more disgusting the smell became. Jia Mu covered her veil and tried her best to cover up the pungent sour smell and decay. She stepped carefully in the dark, narrow and wet corridor step by step, trying her best to suppress the hatred that arose in her heart. She hated Mrs. Wang, but she hated Jia She even more, and hated Jia Zhen the most. But after all, Jia Mu was also considered a storm and wave after many years. A man who had been in the grandson's wife all the way to the old lady, after staying in the Dali Temple cell for a night, suddenly became calm and clear, deeply reflected on her mistakes, and understood the goal of her struggle later - she did not want to compete with Jia Zhen for the "sesame and green beans" at this moment, and when she lived as the emperor's great-grandfather, the Jia family became a relative. At that time, it would be as easy as an ant to kill Jia Zhen!

Arriving at the cell where Mrs. Wang was imprisoned, Jia Mu maintained the demeanor of the Duke's wife, and looked sideways at her trusted mandarin duck whom she bought back.

Yuanyang tried hard to squeeze out a smile, saluted the prison guard, handed a simple purse, and smiled sweetly: "I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry, my old lady, please drink with you all this money."

The jailer looked up and down at Yuanyang again, reached out and pinched Yuanyang's hand, felt the hand that seemed like a piece of green onion, and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and laughed, "After all, the rich family was born and understand the rules. But you can only have an incense stick as soon as possible."

While saying that, he squeezed his purse, he laughed loudly as he felt the thin thickness, and then the prison guard waved his whip on the fence of the cell: "Jia Wang, someone visits the prison, come out."

After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at the mandarin ducks and left.

Yuanyang endured the spit, spat on his face, lowered his head, and hurriedly wiped his hands, but facing Li Guang who was looking at Jia Mu, bit his lips and stood respectfully.

Mrs. Wang, who was in the cell, listened to the whip, shrank for a moment, slowly turned her head to look at Mu Jia standing at the door, and then she showed a hint of hope.

Since she was sentenced to one year in prison, she was transferred from the Dali Temple cell to the West Cell in the West Cell in the city. After entering the threshold of the west Cell in the city, she realized that the Dali Temple cell was pretty good, at least not so dark and gloomy, as if it was purgatory on earth. Moreover, she never expected that there was such a distinction in the cell. The cells in each yamen were just criminal suspects waiting for judgment. After the case was closed and convicted, they would be assigned to each cell according to the punishment. Not to mention the death cell, like the cell where she was in, the man had to go out to do cool labor every day, and even the woman had to farm and weave cloth every day.

The prison guards completely treated them as livestock, and beating and scolding seemed like a common occurrence. Even if she had paid for it herself, even if her sister-in-law came to help her plead for love, it was still useless. After all, in the capital, a plaque was smashed down, and seven or eight fifth-rank officials. The family she relied on was defeated.

Moreover, the female prisoners in the prison cell were all cruel and rude. Even if they were dissatisfied with the prison guards, these people could still exclude her!

She has been subjected to such humiliation in her entire life!

Mrs. Wang always wanted to strangle Jia Zhen, Jia She, and Jia She's old mother Jia Shi. But when she turned her eyes, she couldn't help but she had tears in her eyes and looked like infinite hope. She was even willing to kneel down and kowtow as a cow, as long as people could find ways to save her from prison.

"Madam..." Mrs. Wang looked excited. When she got up, she staggered and ran towards Jia Mu.

Even though the cell fence was blocked, when Mrs. Wang was unkempt and looked like a ball of smelly coal rushing over, she looked worse than a beggar. Not only Jia Mu, but even Yuanyang looked a little surprised and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wang's steps stopped, and her whole heart seemed to be frying in a hot oil pan. It was bleeding, but it also fryed a layer of oil on the surface of her heart, wrapping the hatred deep in her heart at this moment. The stagnation of this moment was so fast that no one noticed it. Mrs. Wang pretended to stagnate again, and continued to stumble towards Mrs. Jia, with eagerness and concern in her mouth, and kept saying: "Madam, how is Baoyu? Why didn't he come? Do you dislike me, my mother?"

While saying that tears fell from the corners of Mrs. Wang's eyes.

When he saw someone, he cared about Baoyu. Jia Mu's face relaxed a little, tried to suppress the discomfort in her heart, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "What are you saying? Baoyu is very talented, so he is naturally learning well in school at this moment. You..."

After saying "Suffering", Jia Mu signaled Yuanyang to hand over some food she had prepared to Mrs. Wang, trying to make herself half-squat down, approaching the person, lowered her voice, her eyes were filled with fierceness, and she spoke with only the volume that the two could hear, "If you dare to listen to slander and do whatever you want, you will ruin my plan, then the only one who suffers is your son and daughter!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang trembled and subconsciously glanced at Mu Jia.

Jia Mu slowly stood up, looked loving, and handed the handkerchief to Mrs. Wang, "Don't cry, wipe the tears. Look at you, you are all people who are grandmothers and grandmothers."

Hearing the last word, Mrs. Wang's originally dark eyes burst out with a strong light, her mouth trembled and wriggled for a long time, and she stammered: "Outside...outside..."

Did her daughter actually give birth to a prince? Does this mean she can go out soon?

No wonder this old pious woman suddenly came. So that's how it is, hahahaha!

At this moment, Mrs. Wang's mind was no less than the fireworks setting off, and many beautiful thoughts flashed through her.

"It's good if you know." Jia Mu took out her handkerchief from her arms again, continued to wipe the corners of her eyes, covered her nose with a veil, and said earnestly: "You are in prison and reflect well. In another six months, the sentence will be over. Then I will be able to reunite with my family. Don't use favors casually, which will damage your blessings at that time."

This sentence is no less than the Nine Heavens Xuan Lei, which cut a blank in Mrs. Wang's mind, but when she came to her senses, Mrs. Wang remembered the words her sister-in-law had passed by: The imperial concubine was demoted to a talented person, lived in a cold palace, and life was not easy. She woke up a little bit, held the fence tightly with her hands, nodded, trembling, gritting her teeth and tears, and her affection was deep: "Thank you... my wife, thank you for your advice, my daughter-in-law... I deserve this crime, and I was sentenced to one year. It was already the result of receiving the emperor's grace and giving out the law. I dare not ask for anything else." Indeed, her daughter cannot be implicated because she has been able to have a good life for her.

"That's great." After saying this, Jia Mu did not exchange any greetings, and turned around and left quickly.

Yuanyang came back to his senses and added cautiously: "I hope my wife will forgive me. The visiting time has come. Master Bao'er is now very serious about his homework. I will bring some homework here next time. I hope my wife will not worry."

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Wang took a deep breath, nodded with tears, and watched the two of them leave quickly, their eyes gloomy.

Jia Mu left the cell and returned to her current home, she immediately ordered someone to prepare water and she wanted to take a shower and change her clothes.

"Drop this clothes..."

Seeing that the clothes were stinking, Jia Mu wanted to throw them away directly, but then she thought about it and changed her mouth: "Please put them away first, and wear them when you visit the prison next time." It seemed a little down and out.

The last sentence of Jia Mu did not say it, but only ordered Lai Ma Ma: "There must be sent more people to stare at the cell. Once the poisonous woman of the Wang family visits the prison, we will report it immediately. This stupid woman of Wang is very proud, but she must not be instigated by the Wang family and ruined the plan!" The poisonous woman of the Wang family also destroyed Wang Xifeng! It was so stupid! If she came to ask her for instructions, how could she be so shameless!

"Yes. Old lady, you are not worth it because of these little people." Madam Lai advised: "You still have to watch the ninth prince grow up."

"It'll be fine if you can enjoy one or two blessings at that time." When Jia Mu heard this, she smiled a little between her eyebrows and asked: Jia Zhen, a bastard, and Jia She, the evil beast, still did nothing in the martial arts hall?"

"I have specially searched for some people around me to monitor and investigated them carefully. It is indeed the case. It seems that I am focusing on that martial arts school." Madam Lai reported in a low voice.

"Of course you have to focus, at least you have to serve those four golden grandsons!" When you think of the four grandsons in the martial arts hall, Jia Mu didn't get angry. Sometimes she became angry and wanted to curse the emperor's uncle, but because of this, she didn't dare to attack the martial arts hall.

"The martial arts hall is not urgent," Jia Mu smiled meaningfully: "It's useless, just play. If it's really useful, don't worry, someone will naturally clean up the martial arts hall!" What's wrong with these two evil beasts doing, but they want to use martial arts? To be kind, they are all old birthday stars looking for death! If they can keep following martial arts, why did the Jia family turn to martial arts?

Not to mention King Zhongshun, even those who have always wanted to reduce the power of nobles will deal with them today!

snort!

Jia Mu showed a sinister smile.

At the same time, Jia Zhen, who was missed by Jia Mu, showed a hint of surprise. She turned the visitor's message three times, and tsk her tongue. The scholar's words were elegant. Then she respectfully ignored her and did not go anywhere the next day, facing Bao Mian, who had a rare time to visit her.

The most important thing Bao Mian came here on this trip was naturally for the story. He did not tactfully and praised the storyline straight to the point: "Although this book uses simple words, the story is full of stories, and the meaning of reading is still not fulfilled. The lines also incorporate the thoughts of loyalty, filial piety, integrity, righteousness, loyalty, and patriotism. But your symbols are like funny sentences? Especially this long one seems to represent a strong emotional use? Whenever you read this symbol, you always feel that your chest is also full of emotions."

Listening to Bao Mian's praise, looking at the unconcealed and thick dark circles of people, Jia Zhen was quite satisfied with the upgraded novel he created and spoke humbly: "Mr. Bao, you are really smart. This is indeed some funny sentences. Although there are funny sentences in the world, they are mostly hidden in the collections of books from the scholarly families, and in the belly of great scholars. It is used to edit and interpret the classics of saints. Like this story, I wrote it from the entertainment of myself, but it is not so rigorous. I used my own nonsense. Just like when people talk, they always pause, you see..."

Bao Mian listened to people's use of ",", ".", "!", "!", "...", and "...", and his expression gradually became solemn. Nowadays, there are indeed "punctuation marks", but there are only the set of literary families with backgrounds. Others basically just swallow them whole and rely on tone words, sentence patterns, etc. to break sentences. If these punctuations are used uniformly, there will be no debate about breaking sentences "The people can make it impossible to know it."

"Mr. Jia is a talented man!" Bao Mian sighed from the bottom of his heart: "If this method can be promoted, it will benefit the people."

"Mr. Bao praised the wrong person. This joke was also said by me when I met a traveler." Jia Zhen said: "That was a master who was justified for nine years. If you worship this person, you need to study hard for nine years before you can get out of the mountain. I didn't want to suffer at all when I was young, and even regarded people as a liar. Looking back now, I really missed it!"

After a pause, Jia Zhen said again: "If you want to promote it, you will naturally follow you, but are you sure you want it? This kind of thing is thankless and offends those literary families, and there are also those pedantic and poor people, and you will be alone at that time."

Hearing this, Bao Mian was shocked by the transparency of Jia Zhen's words, but he was even more shocked by the coldness in his bones. It was really that he would not care about himself and then hang up.

"Why did Mr. Jia use this method in the storybook?" Bao Mian looked at Jia Zhen with his eyes and asked, "And Bao is not talented. After reading this storybook, can he boldly guess? Isn't it? Although the content of this storybook is adapted and created mainly by the ancestors of the mansion, it also hides the dynasty, but..."

He clasped his fists to the east and signaled, Bao Mian said: "Six times appeared, and each time it was the finishing touch, just right."

When Jia Zhen heard this praise, he sincerely accepted it: "Thank you, Lord Bao, for your praise. I am just creating for myself and for Rong'er and the others. After all, people will have immediate worries without long-term plans. Even if they grow up in a honey pot, they cannot forget the difficulty of starting a business for their ancestors. I want to leave a legend for future generations."

He originally wanted to write directly about the founding grandfather and grandfather, but after he wrote three chapters, he burned the manuscript. As a result, he could not grasp the principles of ancient people well, and he had to guard against those old people who had studied the unofficial history of the previous dynasties. Even if it was said that it was a dynasty, he was not afraid of ten thousand, but was afraid of one. If it was used by someone who was interested, it would be a literary inquisition in minutes. Therefore, after thinking about it, he abolished the original outline and changed to Ningguo Duke Jia Yan as the male lead. He fought back from a peasant to become a Duke, which was also very inspiring and upgraded.

Moreover, if this is a big shot, you can also write a brotherly article "Duke Rongguo". Not only did the Rongguo Duke Jia Yuan counterattack on the battlefield, but he also had a very exciting story to write about.

"Is that true?" Bao Mian took a sip of tea and looked at Jia Zhen who spoke very seriously, and said without any haste: "That means that there are some mistakes that are avoided and wrong, don't need to be changed?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere inside the house was a little awkward.

In the dead silence, Bao Mian spoke slowly again, and his words were extremely solemn: "I don't care about the use of your book, but you need to remember that when I agree to help you modify the annotations, it is not what you think I am soft-hearted and bullied, but that I believe that you can reform yourself and follow the law and follow the right path. Therefore, I am willing to fight for a little risk of your future or being implicated by you."

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhen felt a heavy heart. He felt a stone blocking his chest. He hurriedly explained: "I... I didn't think so much at that time. Lord Bao, I just lacked literary friends around me. You are more familiar with me and look..."

Bao Mian looked straight at Jia Zhen, looking at the person who seemed to be hesitating, slowly helping others complete, and once again told someone's evaluation: "It's easier to bully."

"It's a little bit." Jia Zhen laughed dryly: "You are a good person. Good people are always too soft-hearted."

"That's because my official's code of conduct is different from yours." Although Bao Mian didn't want to clarify, he said, "When did you see that I was ruthless to the criminal? I will never be sentenced to exile if I deserve to be killed."

While saying that, Bao Mian looked at Jia Zhen with a smile: "If the Jia family case is in my hands, Mr. Jia will probably not have the chance to be the leader of the group at this moment." His senses are still very complicated for Jia Zhen. After all, he has heard some news. Those who can wink and talk about gossip with him rarely speak out loud, make something out of nothing, at least 70% or 80% credibility.

However, the three rumors of the peach-colored scandal did not mention it. Since the emperor has turned over and has also won the title, it is no less than beheading the head and starting again. Therefore, he has to give people a chance to make meritorious deeds. Moreover, after Jia Zhen repented of his mistake, he was considered a kind of "making meritorious deed" words and deeds, but he still "carestrained his own life."

Upon hearing this, Captain Jia bowed his head and thanked him respectfully: "Thank you, Lord Bao, for your teachings. I... Although I am a little tricky, I am absolutely not bad at it. I just want to slap my dragon's fart on the birthday festival. As for the joke you said, I really feel that it is impossible to promote it at this moment. But..."

Jia Zhen was cleverly: "We can use the help of a slogan to spread it to the lower class people. How can we say that, sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently and quietly change. As for people, they can't become fat in one breath, so they still have to take their time."

"The words of Captain Jia's previous teachings were correct. It's true that he should be forced. People's potential is unlimited." Bao Mian's attitude was relieved after hearing this: "I hope Captain Jia, you will continue to maintain it." He obviously had the idea to promote it, but he still hid it. Could he seem to be the one who robbed the credit?

It's really a top, no one can turn.

After saying that, he didn't look at what Jia Zhen was doing. Bao Mian changed the topic directly and said, "By the way, where is Mr. She? I received a report this morning and lost a bamboo bear in the Song family. It happened that my apprentice had an extra pet."

Jia Zhen: “…………”

Jia Zhen was in a daze and tried hard to squeeze out a smile. He was indeed a well-known expert in case-breaking. He was a series of confusions in these conversations, and before replacing the topic, he even pointed out his joking feelings.

Playing with him?

I'm so angry, eat a few more sesame stuffed buns at noon!
Chapter completed!