"Fan, Fan, Fan"

Jia Yu's pupils shrank, and he instantly recognized the identity of the person who came

Fan Fucheng of the former Zhan Mansion!

"Oh, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Ronghou still remembers me, a small official" Fan Fucheng looked at Jia Yu, who was trembling with fright, with an indescribable pleasure.

Lao Tzu, a loyal minister of the East Palace, sacrificed his life and forgot how much he suffered with the little prince in the deep mountains and old forests

And what about you, treacherous? The little life of eating and drinking spicy food in the gentle township is extremely corrupt, and he has fucking restored the title of Marquis Rong!

Jia pardon Jia Enhou, you really deserve to die!

"Brother Enhou, what mistake did the younger brother make that Brother Enhou was so disgusted and unwilling to be close to me" Fan Fucheng laughed and walked towards Jia Yu, who was constantly shrinking into the corner, and the closer he got to Jia Yu, the more rampant his laughter became.

"Don't come here, it's all me, it's all my fault, I should have killed myself when my father locked me up, I should have died!"

"Then you're going to die!"

"Ugh"

Jia Yu, who was still hugging and crying just now, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fan Fucheng who stopped in front of him with blinking eyes.

"What, you can't do it? That's not good, in order to fulfill your wish, Brother Enhou, then let Fan someone do it for you! Before the words fell, Fan Fucheng pulled out his waist knife, solemnly looked at the dumbfounded Jia Yu, and couldn't help but get excited

"Come on, come on, Brother Enhou, you bow your head, otherwise I won't be able to cut your neck, as soon as I can't see my neck, I will stab you, and one will definitely not die, then I will definitely stab a lot of knives"

As he was talking, Fan Fucheng put the waist knife on Jia Yu's neck, and he was already so frightened that after feeling the sudden coolness on his neck, he was even more frightened and tears flowed out.

"Fan Fucheng, Master Fan, don't be like this, I also invited you to drink!" Jia Yu trembled and began to play the emotional card with Fan Fucheng.

"Ah yes, yes, you did invite me to dinner, so I have to repay the favor of this meal, right? You can rest assured, my knife is very fast, you endure it and pass, be loyal to the first emperor, how good, do you say it. Submit! ”

"Don't kill me, my son is a captain, and I am also a marquis, you won't survive if you kill me"

"Really? That's great! I didn't expect that I would be going to see the Emperor again so soon."

Fan Fucheng seemed to have heard some good news, his eyes suddenly became fanatical, and he raised his knife to hack Jia Yu to death

"Don't kill, don't kill, don't kill me!!"

Holding the floor with both hands, he kept retreating, but he still couldn't escape the sharpness that had been sticking to his neck, Jia Yu seemed to accept his fate, and closed his eyes in despair

"Hey, hehe, hahahaha!"

The imaginary pain did not appear, but the laughter of the man with the knife was heard slowly turning from depressed to laughing.

Jia Yu cautiously opened his eyes, and Fan Fucheng was looking at him playfully, constantly laughing.

"Haha, Jia Amnesty, Jia Enhou! Jia Youzi, you are really a concubine, and you usually don't lose the face of Xian Rongguo."

Jia Yu had a calm face and did not answer.

"Oh, I forgot, I forgot, you people who betrayed the Lord were held hostage by that old thing, not only did you have no future, but even the title of super grade was gone, hehehe."

Fan Fucheng kept humiliating Jia Yu, but Jia Yu still lowered his head and didn't say a word, as if he wanted to spit on himself.

Seeing that Jia Yu did not react, Fan Fucheng secretly scolded and disrupted the fun, and did not continue to humiliate Jia Yu.

"That's it, your rotten life is still of some use, I don't want to waste it!"

Fan Fucheng suddenly shouted at Jia Yu, and Jia Yu quickly stood up.

"Brother Enhou, the time has come to be loyal to the first emperor, the prince needs you now!"

"The Prince? The King of Yizhong? Jia Yu looked very confused.

"Hehe, don't know, right? It's not the master, it's the crown prince, and it's another heir of the first emperor! Fan Fucheng smiled.

"What? Another heir? But isn't the Second Highness already? Jia Yu looked at Fan Fucheng in shock, and hurriedly walked to his side to ask.

"Uh, hehe, we would like to be a few highnesses in the palace, but it's a pity, no, the current crown prince was raised in the courtyard next to Chongwen Gate at that time. Outer chamber. However, it also inherited the heroic posture of the first emperor, and the end is the instrument and the air, with the style of the first emperor."

Then he kept telling Jia Yu how the little prince was wise and martial, and how he was

Jia Yu has reacted that this so-called little prince is a straw bag.

"Ahem, I won't say much nonsense, Brother Enhou, your Jia family will definitely not be able to run! I'll tell you the truth, your eldest brother Jia Jing has been constantly providing money, food, and materials to our East Palace before he died."

"What?" Jia Yu hurriedly made a frightened gesture.

"Yes, yes, Jia Shaozhan is really a loyal minister of the first emperor, and the prince was grief-stricken after hearing the news of Shaozhan's death, and cried in the house all day

In order to commend Shao Zhan Shi's contribution to the East Palace, the crown prince personally set a nickname for Shao Zhan Shi, Ning Zhongyi Gong! I also posthumously presented Dr. Ronglu from the first product and the book of the household! How, is it worthy of the Jia family?

Thank you so much, Prince! Fan Fucheng looked at Jia Yu with an expression that your Jia family had made a lot of money.

"Huh?" Jia Yu was stunned for a moment.

It's really it. Empty gloves white wolf

"Huh? Why, do you think this posthumous gift is bad? Seeing Jia Yu stunned there and refusing to thank him, Fan Fucheng was furious, and he raised his knife to cut him.

"Thank you, thank you, sir."

"It's the crown prince!"

"Yes, yes, Prince Xie Longen, Prince Xie Longen!" The tip of the knife was on Jia Yu's throat, and Jia Yu couldn't help but say more, Jia Yu's legs clicked softly, and his knees smashed on the ground, bowing in the direction of Fan Fucheng's finger.

"Oh, okay, okay, ten is enough, it's time to get down to business!"

After speaking, Fan Fucheng picked up Jia Yu and threw him on the chair.

"Brother Enhou, you also know that the failure of the rebellion is a big crime of the Zhujiu clan, Zhongyi Gong delivered money and grain to the East Palace rain or shine, after so many years, as the person who donated the most money and food, the prince was ready to replace the first emperor to crown him as the head of the household."

"So, so." Jia Yu said tremblingly.

"So, your Jia family can't escape, and the Taiwei can't escape, if you want to blame Jia Jing, you Jia Jing will go, your Jia family must wholeheartedly help the prince regain the throne and correct the name of the first emperor!

If not, hehe, you nine clans will be reunited in the underworld." Fan Fucheng playfully looked at Jia Yu's eyes wide and his mouth open, not knowing what was wrong, and he was very happy.

"Ah, by the way, the son of Duke Zhongyi, the current head of your Jia family, Brother Zhen! We have already been in contact with him on the way back to Jinling, but he has been loyal to the prince for a while, saying that he will continue to shine for the East Palace and support the family."

This little brute!

Jia Yu almost didn't come up in one breath, and fell on the chair and gasped for a while, and then he eased up.

"Alas" Jia Yu sighed, as if he had accepted his fate, and smiled bitterly.

"Say, Master Fan, what are you going to let me do?" Jia Yu raised his head and asked Fan Fucheng with a bitter expression.

"It's simple, it's too simple for the Jia family, we have a few children who want to go up and want to enter the officialdom to hone and hone their skills, I think the Beijing camp is good, hey, by the way, the officials who are less than one battalion commander don't do it, you have to make it clear to Jia Hui! Also, you first ask your eldest son to send a hundred to the East Palace. No, five million taels of silver, as well as medicinal herbs and grains, we must also try our best to collect them."

While speaking, Fan Fucheng took out a list and slapped it on the desk, and tapped it with his fingertips.

Hiss. I can even think of the fact that I asked the captain of the dynasty to be the wronged leader, this group of people is really crazy!

After observing Fan Fucheng's current mental state, he carefully recalled his personality when he was still in the East Palace in the past, plus he would not send a madman over there to contact the Jia family.

But in Jia Yu's opinion, this person's personality has also changed drastically, and he is not far from going crazy, and now he is already very unconscious, and he can't even figure out the weight of his eldest son Jia Hui in the court.

It can be seen from this that the mental state of the remnants of the East Palace hidden in the Qinling Mountains has been.

It's crazy!

"Okay, okay, I'll weigh the pros and cons with my son."

"You are his old man, what you say, he Jia Hui dares not to listen!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely make him the first emperor and loyal to the crown prince!"

"Okay, you deserve to be the old man of our Zhan Mansion! Right man, okay! ”

Fan Fucheng looked at Jia Yu approvingly, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Heh, hehe." Jia Yu smiled at him.

"Alright, that's it, I'm leaving."

Fan Fucheng put away the knife and smiled at Jia Yu, who was sitting on the chair.

"Ah yes, brother, I've been short of money lately, give money!"

"Ah, don't don't, don't draw a knife, I'll give, can't I give!"

Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Jia Yu hurriedly took out his waist bag and handed him the three thousand taels of silver tickets inside.

"You're calling Hanako!"

"I'll give you these first, and I'll look for them!"

"Go!"

finally

Jia Yucheng stood up in fear, walked to the bookshelf and began to rummage, then turned around and threw the silver ticket he found on the table.

Fan Fucheng folded them one by one as if he had never seen money, and before he knew it, his hand had left the handle of the knife.

"Hehe, one hundred taels, three hundred taels, nine hundred taels, and Zhang five thousand taels, tsk, worthy of Brother Enhou, just rich"

Without saying a word, Jia Yu took out all the silver tickets in the dark grid, and gradually, walked to the center of the bookshelf

The small boxes disguised as bookcases were opened, and silver tickets were taken out, and gold and silver were taken out from time to time.

At the beginning of hearing the sound of collision, Fan Fucheng immediately threw the silver ticket on the table and drew a knife to guard against it, but after seeing Jia Yu take out pieces of gold and silver from the small box and put them on the table, he gradually became accustomed to the sound of hard objects touching the box.

There was another sound of a hard object hitting the box, and then there was no sound. Fan Fucheng knew that another box had been emptied.

So he looked up at Jia Yu, wanting to see what good things this loser had taken out, but found that a black hole was facing him

Smack!

It was the sound of flint igniting gunpowder and ejecting the projectile from the chamber!

Syllable!

The projectile hit Fan Fucheng's eyebrows, and it instantly ended his life, grabbing the silver ticket and an intact gold ingot, he fell straight to the ground.

Call.

If it weren't for the fact that the firearm hanging on your waist on weekdays didn't have time to reload, could you still scare Lao Tzu?

Luckily, there's a spare handcuff that reloads every other day

Next time, Lao Tzu will definitely carry the loaded handcuffs with him!

。。。。。。

Hearing the sound of the gun, the guards who entered the courtyard of the study to check the situation finally found the assassin who had been killed by the master himself, and frightened everyone to cry and cry to find the uncle in the Zuojun Governor's Mansion

Soon, Jia Hui, who had just returned to the Governor's Mansion from Xiyuan, and the chair had not yet been hot, rode back to the mansion on horseback.

"Oh, son, you almost won't see your old father anymore. Ahhh Woo."

Finally seeing his backbone, Jia Yu couldn't hold back anymore, and began to cry bitterly while lying on the bed holding Jia Hui's hand.

Jia Hui glanced at the people around him, and quickly turned back to take care of Jia Yu, who was crying.

The surrounding circle of idle people also consciously walked out of the door.

Usually, some things like helping the drunk old man and helping the old man get out of the car have no eyesight to see, at most they are just scolded. But this is obviously that the master wants to talk to the uncle about private matters, and if he doesn't leave, he thinks he will live too long?

"Dad, what the hell is going on? How could he be stabbed for no reason? Jia Hui was particularly puzzled.

With his own power, it is reasonable to be assassinated, to put it mildly, it is the rarest that a high-ranking official like himself has never been assassinated, and if he does not experience two or three assassinations in a month, Jia Hui thinks that he has lost his power.

But Jia Hui's assassination made Jia Hui scratch his head, what is there to assassinate him as an old man?

What is the figure of him? Tuta's liver is not good, and the kidney is not good?

"That, that little prince looked like he was away from Jia Jing's money and food, and he couldn't run anymore and cut off the cooking, so he sent someone down the mountain to contact us, and he also wanted to empty the gloves of the white wolf and pull our Jia family, especially you, into the gang."

"Wait, Dad, you mean, it was the remnants of the East Palace who sent someone to recruit us?"

What is this operation? What kind of bear are you, don't you have points in your heart? also recruited Lao Tzu

"That's it, that group of people has gone crazy, it is estimated that they were greatly stimulated when they were defeated that year, and in the past few years, they have been forced too much by the fact of regaining the throne, and they have been driven crazy."

"Dad, crazy anti-thieves are also anti-thieves, we can't soften them just because they are old acquaintances"

"Lao Tzu knows, Lao Tzu just sighs. Things are not people"

Jia Yu, who had been lying down again, looked up at the roof, his eyes were confused.

It seems that he has returned to the East Palace of that year, the enterprising young master who wants to make Daqi better, Wei Ci, who still likes to shout and sing with an open mouth, will always be a wise pearl in his hand, Fan Fucheng, who always smiles like a spring breeze, and a high-spirited big guy...

There is also the self who is not a martial artist who is late every day, and always wants to go on a business trip early to drink flower wine

(End of chapter)