Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 36

Faithful King Liu Wei was almost driven crazy by Jia She!
He had just been cleaned up by the Supreme Emperor, and before he got back to the palace, he heard the report from the door that Jia She, a gangster, was smashing the door of his house with a gang of killers.

The vermilion palace gate collapsed just as Liu Wei had just crossed the screen wall, splashing gravel on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

Snapped!
Coincidentally, a piece of gravel flew and hit Liu Wei on the forehead, and the sudden pain almost made him jump and curse.

Looking outside the gate, apart from Jia She, who was carrying a long stick, and more than 20 soldiers of the Rongguo Mansion, there were crowds of people in the capital who watched the excitement.

"Hey, isn't this our Highness 'The Wise King'? I heard that His Highness 'The Wise King' taught my son a lesson in the palace today on behalf of the lower official. No, the lower official is here to help the prince clean up the yard!"

Jia She yelled at Liu Wei angrily, pointed the long stick in his hand and ordered: "What are you waiting for? I heard that our 'virtuous king' thinks that his palace is not spacious enough, so you can help him clean it up." Let’s take a look at the sundries—I smashed all of them, except for the back house of the Wangfu, I don’t want to see a good place in the Zhongxin Wangfu today!”

"Arrogance! Marquis Jia En, this is the Prince's Mansion, how dare you be so presumptuous, do you want to rebel?"

Liu Wei was horrified to find that the guards around him were hiding back, except for the long history of the palace and his own cousin Zhen Yingdao who stepped forward to scold Jia She, the rest of them dared not step forward even with a sword in hand.

Zhen Yingdao and Jia Amnesty were old acquaintances, since they came to the capital to apply for an official position, they often went to Rongxi Hall to meet the old lady.

He still remembered that when he first came to the capital, Jia She only played with women. Zhen Yingdao had never put such a dandy in his eyes.

But today, Jia Amnesty's performance surprised him a little, and it was difficult for him to decide how to deal with it.

I saw Jia She looked at him with a sneer, and with a flick of the long stick in his hand, it hit his head and face.

Under the sudden attack, Zhen Yingdao was hit on the shoulder by Jia She with a stick without any suspense.Kneeling down in response, Zhen Yingdao, a scholar, couldn't help screaming in agony.

Jia She let out a cold snort and walked past Zhen Yingdao, spitting out: "Bah! Dog-like things dare to bark and bark in front of me. If you say that I, Jia Enhou, rebelled, go ask the saint if he believes it." ?”

Arrogance requires capital, and the ancestral hall is filled with tablets of the Jia family's death in battle for the country and rescue.You can put any crime on Jia Enhou, the patriarch of the Rongguo Mansion, but the crime of rebellion is the greatest insult to Jia Amnesty.

If there was a real rebellion, he would have entered the palace with an army long before the former crown prince committed suicide, so what would happen to the Zhen family?

Jia She stepped up to the sluggish Liu Wei step by step, and asked sarcastically, "My lord, I heard that you bullied my son in the palace. It's not too much for me, a father, to avenge my son?"

"You...you...you, don't come here!"

Liu Wei stepped back three times, looking in horror at Jia Amnesty who was licking his lips and sneering.

As expected, this guy was still the unscrupulous Jia Enhou, and no one could stop him from going crazy except the Supreme Emperor who was sitting in the Palace of the Emperor.

Snapped!
Without mercy, Jia Amnesty punched Liu Wei in the chest, causing him to hold his breath tightly in his chest and unable to breathe out.

Liu Wei, whose face was flushed from suffocation, hunched over like a prawn, if not for the support of the guards behind him, he would probably have been lying on the ground.

"My lord, take this punch as a warning to you to bully my son. From now on, if my son suffers any grievances, I will blame the lord for everything."

Jia She kicked the guards of the royal residence who were rushing up, pointed at the other people who wanted to rush up with his long stick, and said indifferently: "Yes, no matter who bullies my son, I will think that the prince is behind it. I If you dare to smash the palace once, you will dare to smash it a second time and a third time."

Boom!

As if it was God's will to respond to Jia She's warning, the luxurious main hall of the Zhongxin Palace collapsed, Jia She's mouth twitched, thinking in his heart that these killers were so skillful in dismantling them, could they have really listened to his drunken words?
"Since this Rongguo Mansion doesn't belong to me anymore, let's demolish it!"

hiss……

"father!"

Jia Cong hurried and finally arrived at the Zhongxin Palace. There is no majestic and luxurious palace in sight. It is simply a scene where a group of huskies entered the furniture city, and there are ruins everywhere.

Well, this statement is a bit exaggerated, but the front yard of Prince Zhongxin's Mansion was indeed demolished.The gate of the Wangfu is at Jia Cong's feet, the screen wall in front of him has been broken into eight pieces, the pillars of the main hall of the Wangfu are gone, and the tiles are scattered.

As for the loyal and trustworthy king Liu Wei who was once invincible, he was looking at the two of them with a hunched body.

When Jia She heard that his good son was coming, he immediately put away his ruthless side.He beckoned Jia Cong over: "How is it? Is the royal meal in the palace delicious?"

"I'm not full, Dad, I want to eat Donglaifu's roast duck!"

Jia Cong, who jumped three times, ran towards Jia Amnesty, staggered and almost fell.

Jia Amnesty caught his son, kicked Zhen Ying and said, "What are you doing kneeling here like a dog? Almost tripped my son!"

"Jia Amnesty, don't go too far. Hit and hit, smash and smash, what else do you want?"

Liu Wei, who was continuously slapped in the face, recovered and slowly stood up straight, looking gloomy at the father and son in front of him.

He glanced around the more than 20 generals of the Rongguo Mansion who had returned to Jia She after smashing the palace, hating that Prince Teng was useless for not being able to kill all the killers of the Rongguo Mansion on the battlefield.

Jia She held his son's hand and laughed: "It seems that the prince is very satisfied with my help today, so I will not stay any longer. If the prince still thinks that the palace is not spacious enough, he can send someone to Rongguo Mansion to find me. Farewell!"

Liu Wei was so angry that he trembled all over, but he didn't dare to say anything harsh.

He couldn't bear it, but he had to bear it, because the Supreme Emperor said in the Huangji Palace today that the Rongguo Mansion represents the loyal eighteen generals of the Nine Borders...

Eighteen generals, this huge military force, he, Liu Wei, must find a way to get it!

……

Donglaifu is the largest restaurant in the capital, and Jia Cong has often come to eat and drink with his father in recent years.

The behind-the-scenes owner of this restaurant is the emperor's brother, Ji Wang Liu Hong, who is only seven years older than Jia She, and is also one of the old dudes.

Like Jia Amnesty, Liu Hong likes calligraphy and painting of gold and stone, and the two share similar interests. They used to scourge the emperor's treasures together in the palace.

Even though Jia She has been silent all these years, Liu Hong invites Jia She to his home to appreciate new treasures from time to time, or takes Jia She to the antique market to search for treasures.

This is also a rare and relaxing moment for Jia Shen in the past few years. Every time he gets upset, he will come to Donglaifu to have a big meal, and he never gives money.

Jia She and his son in the private room on the third floor were holding a duck leg and gnawed fiercely. After drinking and eating, the two hugging their swollen bellies and hiccupping began to talk about business.

Jia Cong hesitated for a long time before choking out a sentence: "Father, you are not the son of the saint, are you?"

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