The loyal king Liu Yi was almost driven crazy by Jia She!
He had just been punished by the Supreme Emperor. Before he could take a breath when he returned to the palace, he heard his disciples coming to report that Jia She, a bastard with a gang of thugs, was breaking down the door of his house.
The vermilion gate of the palace collapsed just as Liu Yan crossed the screen wall, sending rubble flying on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.
Snapped!
By chance, a piece of gravel flew and hit Liu Yan on the forehead. The sudden pain almost made him jump and curse.
At a glance, outside the gate, apart from Jia She who was carrying a long stick and more than 20 soldiers of the Rongguo Mansion, there was a crowd of people from the capital watching the excitement.
"Hey, isn't this our His Highness the 'Wise King'? I heard that His Highness the 'Wise King' taught my incompetent son a lesson in the palace today for the official. No, please come and help the prince clean up the yard!"
Jia She angrily yelled at Liu Bo, pointing the long stick in his hand and ordered: "What are you waiting for? I heard that our 'Wise King' His Highness dislikes that his palace is not spacious enough, so you guys can help him clean it up" I smashed all the debris, except for the back house of the palace, and I don’t want to see a good place in Prince Zhongxin’s palace today!”
"Arrogant! Marquis Jia En, this is the prince's palace. How dare you be so arrogant? Do you want to rebel?"
Liu Yan was horrified to find that all the guards around him were hiding behind him. Except for Zhen Yingdao, the chief historian of the palace and his cousin Zhen Yingdao, who stepped forward to scold Jia She, the rest of them did not dare to take a step forward even if they had swords in their hands.
Zhen Yingdao and Jia She were old acquaintances. After coming to the capital to seek an official position, they often went to the Rongxi Hall to meet the old lady.
He still remembered that when he first came to the capital, Jia She played with women and played with women. Zhen Yingdao had never taken such a playboy seriously.
But Jia She's performance today surprised him, and he was a little hard to decide how to deal with it.
Jia She looked at him with a sneer, then swung the long stick in his hand and hit him head and face.
In a sudden attack, Zhen Yingdao was hit on the shoulder by Jia She without any suspense. He knelt down with a snap, and the heartbreaking pain made Zhen Yingdao, a scholar, couldn't help but scream.
Jia She snorted and passed by Zhen Yingdao, and spat at him: "Bah! How dare a dog-like thing bark in front of me. You say that I, Jia Enhou, are rebelling. Ask the saint if he believes it. ?”
Arrogance requires capital. The ancestral hall is filled with memorial tablets for the Jia family who died fighting for the country or saving lives. You can pin any charge on Jia Enhou, the head of the Rongguo Mansion, but the charge of rebellion is the greatest insult to Jia She.
If he really rebelled, he would have led his army into the palace long before the former prince committed suicide. How could there be anything going on with the Zhen family?
Jia She came step by step to the stunned Liu Fu and asked sarcastically: "My lord, I heard that you bullied my son in the palace. I, the father, come to take revenge. Isn't it too much?"
"You...you...you, don't come here!"
Liu Wei took one step back and looked at Jia She who was licking his lips and sneering in horror.
As expected, this guy is still the generous Jia Enhou. When he goes crazy, no one can stop him except the Supreme Emperor sitting in the Huangji Palace.
Snapped!
Jia She punched Liu Wei in the chest without mercy, causing him to hold his breath in his chest and unable to breathe.
Liu Kui, whose face was flushed from holding back the pressure, was hunched over like a prawn. If the guards behind him hadn't supported him, he would have been lying on the ground.
"Your Majesty, this punch should be regarded as a warning for you to bully my son. From now on, whenever my son suffers any grievances, I will blame them all on Your Majesty."
Jia She kicked the rushing palace guards away, pointed his stick at the others who were still trying to rush forward, and said coldly: "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 dare to smash it a second or third time."
Boom!
As if God was responding to Jia She's warning, the luxurious main hall of Prince Zhongxin's palace collapsed. Jia She's mouth twitched, and he secretly thought to himself that these murderers were so skilled in demolishing, could they really have listened to his drunken words?
“Since this Rongguo Mansion no longer belongs to me, let’s demolish it!”
hiss……
"father!"
Jia Cong hurriedly hurriedly finally arrived at the Zhongxin Prince's Mansion. There was no majestic and luxurious palace anywhere in sight. It was like a group of huskies entering the furniture city. There were ruins everywhere.
Okay, this is a bit of an exaggeration, but the front yard of Prince Zhongxin’s Mansion was indeed almost completely demolished. The gate of the palace is at Jia Cong's feet. The screen wall in front of him has been broken into eight pieces. The beams and pillars of the main hall of the palace directly in front are gone, and the tiles are scattered in all directions.
As for the once arrogant loyal king Liu Wei, he was hunched over and looking at them fiercely.
When Jia She heard that his good son was coming, he immediately put away his ruthless side. He waved Jia Cong over: "How is it? Is the royal meal in the palace delicious?"
"I'm not even full, Dad, I want to eat Dong Laifu's roast duck!"
Jia Cong, who jumped three times a step, ran towards Jia She, staggering and almost falling.
Jia She caught his son, kicked Zhen Ying and said, "You're like a dog, what are you doing kneeling here? You almost tripped my son!"
"Jia She, don't go too far. I've beaten you and smashed you. What else do you want?"
Liu Yan, who was slapped in the face by the connection, recovered and slowly stood up straight, looking gloomily at the father and son in front of him.
He glanced around at the more than 20 generals of the Rongguo Mansion who had returned to Jia She after smashing the palace, and secretly resented that Wang Ziteng was useless and could not kill all the killers of the Rongguo Mansion on the battlefield.
Jia She held his son's hand and smiled: "It seems that the prince is very satisfied with my help today, so I won't stay any longer. If the prince still thinks that the palace is not spacious enough in the future, he can send someone to Rongguo Mansion to find me. Farewell!"
Liu Ai was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he didn't dare to say anything harsh.
He couldn't bear this tone, but he had to bear it, because the Supreme Emperor said in Huangji Palace today that Rongguo Mansion represents the loyal eighteen generals of the Nine-sided City...
Eighteen generals, Liu Wei must find a way to get this huge military power!
…
Dong Laifu is the largest restaurant in the capital, and Jia Cong has been eating and drinking with his father in recent years.
The boss behind this restaurant is Ji Wang Liu Hong, the brother of the Supreme Emperor. He is only seven years older than Jia She and is also one of the old dandies.
Like Jia She, Liu Hong liked epigraphy, calligraphy and painting, and the two had similar interests. They often worked together on the emperor's collection in the palace.
Even though Jia She had been silent for these years, Liu Hong would invite Jia She to his home from time to time to appreciate new treasures, or would take Jia She to the antique market to hunt for treasures.
This was also a rare moment of relaxation for Jia She in the past few years. Every time he got upset, he would come to Donglaifu to have a big meal and never gave him money.
In the private room on the third floor, Jia She and his son each held a duck leg and gnawed fiercely. After they had had enough wine and food, they both hugged their swollen bellies and started talking about business.
Jia Cong hesitated for a long time before he could say something: "Dad, are you the saint's biological son?"
