Since ancient times, nephews and uncles, this is not false at all.

Jia Liu wanted to kick his thirteen-year-old nephew out of the door right now.

Because this kid actually scratches the soles of his uncle's feet!

And it was quietly while my aunt was not paying attention.

It's a shame that my uncle has woken up, otherwise, there would be no way to end it.

After drinking some millet porridge, the uncle must ask his nephew about his studies, but the answer is not what he asked, and the book is all read into the dog's belly.

However, Jia Liu is quite satisfied, and he is not worried about his nephew's way out after graduation, after all, Xian'an Palace Official School is the Eight Banners University of the Qing Dynasty, and even if you can't read a single big character in this school, you will start at the department level.

At least thirty percent of today's important ministers of the imperial court, governors of various places, and Manchu and Mongolian generals have graduated from the official school of Xian'an Palace.

Half alumni of the Imperial Guard.

Big and small treasures can become classmates with so many cattle, and with his uncle at the helm, will his achievements be poor in the future?

Of course, this is thanks to people and Zhongtang, if it weren't for talking to Zhongtang, Dabao wanted to transfer from a private primary school to Tsinghua High School to study, and the difficulty can be imagined.

After all, the two brothers were born in the Han military banner, not an authentic Manchurian like their uncle.

Seeing that his uncle's health was much better, Dabao couldn't help but put his heart at ease, and while putting on his schoolbag, he casually said to his uncle: "Uncle, you rest, my classmate has a big birthday today, and I have to go over to socialize at the banquet in the outer city, so I won't accompany you here." ”

"Huh?"

Jia Liu was in a trance for a while, and his eldest nephew, whether it was the tone of his speech or the action of holding his schoolbag, was very similar to him back then.

"Where did you book a table?"

Jia Liu took out a hundred taels of silver tickets from his pocket and motioned to his wife to hand it to his eldest nephew, the boy is older, and he has to have some money in his hand, and it is still a class reunion, so he can't lose his share of the things on the scene.

The nephew has no face, that is, he has no face as an uncle.

"Yuchun Tower."

Dabao took the silver ticket from his aunt's hand, and found that it was one hundred taels, and immediately felt ecstatic: his uncle still hurts himself, and he asks his mother for money, one or two are in the sky, and he doesn't want his uncle to make a move is a hundred taels.

"Oh, Yuchunlou, this meal is okay, go ahead, drink less wine, don't come back too late and worry about your mother..."

Just like after the elders showed off their verbosity, looking at the back of Dabao taking the money and leaving in a dashing manner, Jia Liu felt that he was a successor.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and there is another legend among the children of the Han army.

"You are really, give Dabao so much money and are not afraid that he will learn badly? Also, how old is he, where can he drink? How can this uncle of yours behave like this? ”

Ruxiu complained while feeding her husband porridge.

It's not that she cares about money, but Dabao is only thirteen years old, and no matter how much she loves her nephew as an uncle, she can't take the child to the child.

"Thirteen years old is not small, there are more twelve-year-olds in the flag, when the regent led our Manchurian Erlang into the customs, the twelve-year-old had to put on armor to go into battle, and the female baby was eleven or twelve years old and married in the flag, where are the children, they are all adults, little adults..."

Recalling the glorious past of the Eight Banners, Jia Liu sighed a lot, and suddenly said "ah", his complexion changed rapidly, as if something serious had happened.

This appearance startled Ruxiu, and she lost her voice and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"Hmm... No, nothing..."

Jia Liu's mouth squeaked, but he was very panicked in his heart.

Why?

Because he is good-looking, Da Yu'er is doing business in Yuchun Building, in case Dabao is a little cub who is bewitched by his classmates, and then plays with the same woman with his uncle, then his uncle and nephew will become a big joke in Baqi.

Ruxiu knew that her husband must have something to hide from him, but she didn't ask, wiped his mouth with a towel, and said, "The doctor said that you have to recuperate, and your emotions can't fluctuate too much..."

As he was talking, the steward Zhao Jinzhong came to report that Fu Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites had come to visit him.

"Tomiyado?"

Ruxiu didn't know what the relationship between Fu Butang and her husband came to visit, Jia Liu casually said that he had cooperated with Fu Butang when he was suppressing bandits in Sichuan, and he was a colleague.

Ruxiu asked Steward Zhao to invite someone in, and she packed up the dishes and chopsticks to take care of her daughter.

"This time the sin is great,"

The old rich man heard his voice before he saw him.

"You came to visit me, a patient, and you came empty-handed?"

Jia Liu lifted the wet wipes on his forehead and glanced at the old rich man with empty hands.

"If you and I want to talk politely, are we outside?"

Fullerhun glanced around, but walked quickly to the side of the bed and reached out to pull the braid on the back of Jia Liu's head.

"What for?"

Jia Liu didn't guard against it, and after cutting it and re-tying the braid, he asked Lao Fu to drag it away.

"I knew it!"

Looking at the broken braid in his hand, Fullerhun's face was really like this.

"Things are not what you think,"

Jia Liu wanted to explain.

Lao Fu waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to explain, moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, and asked very seriously: "Are you really called a soul?" ”

"The child is silent, the ghosts are chaotic..."

Jia Liu would never admit such a bizarre thing, and he would never add fuel to the rumors.

I didn't think about the old man, but nodded and said: "Okay, you don't need to say it, I know your difficulties, this kind of thing can't be admitted no matter what." Remember, you can't admit that you were called by the White Lotus Demon in the emperor's place, you said that you were tired of military affairs in Shandong, and you rescued on the river embankment for a few days in a row, and you suffered a stroke from overwork, which led to confusion, understand? ”

"Stroke?"

Jia Liu was slightly stunned.

"Well, stroke."

Fullerhun's expression was firm, and he came over to see if the devil was good, but also to remind this kid not to talk nonsense.

Seeing that there were pears on the coffee table, he took one and peeled it and said: "Lao Yang wrote to me, you did a good job in Shandong, Cathay Pacific and Xu Ji both accepted your affection, so I heard that you were very worried after the accident, and asked me to come and see you..."

Hearing this, Jia Liu's nose was slightly sour, but he didn't expect that the person who cared about himself the most in this world was to help the country moth.

Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped.

The ancients, honesty does not deceive me.

"That Asiha, don't offend in the future, this is the end of Linqing's affairs."

"Why?"

"Why?"

Fu Lerhun sneered and told Jia Liu, Asiha, who was promoted to the secretary of the ministry by the emperor's decree yesterday, and also granted the privilege of riding horses in the Forbidden City.

Jia Liu let out an "oh", but there was no response.

Fullerhun was a little puzzled: "You're not strange at all? ”

"You can be the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Asiha, a coward, is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, what's so strange."

Since inquiring about Yang Jingsu's deeds of the three ups and downs of Asiha, Jia Liu has been immune to such incidents.

Asiha was called by Qianlong as his son-in-law, and he would not say "ah".

After a moment of silence in the room, the old man leaned forward: "Do you know something?" ”

"What's the matter?"

Jia Liu responded this time, and his body also leaned forward, because he saw the sparkle in the eyes of the old man.

Based on this judgment, the following is the heavy news.

Sure enough, it's heavy enough.

"The emperor may not be our Manchurians, you have to have a number in your heart."

Fullerhun's expression was solemn.

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