Three days later.
The man from the Dream of the Red Chamber.
Inside the Yangxin Hall of the Imperial Palace.
Xia Bingzhong had just received a letter from Jia Hu of Yanmen Pass.
"Emperor, the first rank Earl Jia Hu has sent a letter.”
"Yes, read it!"
Emperor Wu Yun, who was reading the memorial, asked curiously when he heard Xia Bingzhong.
"Yes."
Xia Bingzhong opened the letter and saw the handwriting that gave Emperor Wu Yun's eunuch a headache.
"Emperor, this, this."
Xia Bingzhong stammered.
"En, what's wrong? What treacherous words did Jia Hu write in his letter?”
Emperor Wu Yun looked at Xia Bingzhong in confusion.
"If that's the case, I'll have to consider whether or not to keep Jia Hu.”Emperor Wu Yun thought to himself.
"Your Majesty, it's not like that. It's just that this servant really can't understand Earl Jia's handwriting.”
Xia Bingzhong quickly explained.
"Oh, there are words that you don't understand? Show it to me, let me see what the handwriting of my Great Han War God Jia, who is far away at Yanmen Pass, looks like.”
Hearing Xia Bingzhong's words, Emperor Wu Yun was even more curious.
Xia Bingzhong respectfully handed the letter to Emperor Wu Yun. After Emperor Wu Yun saw it, he had a headache. Was such a huge word really written by Jia Hu?
"This is the letter written by Jia Hu of Yanmen Pass?”
Emperor Wu Yun asked Xia Bingzhong in disbelief.
"Replying to the emperor, it was sent from Yanmen Pass. Look at the signature on the letter, it is Jia Hu.”
Xia Bingzhong pointed at the signature on the last piece of paper.
Yes, it was Jia Hu. The two words written on the letter were slightly recognizable to Xia Bingzhong, but it was just these two words.
Emperor Wu Yun looked at the four letters in his hands in pain. Each letter had no more than 20 words, which meant that there were 80 words. Jia Hu had written on four pieces of paper.
In fact, this did not concern Jia Hu. In his previous life, he had lived in the modern world, so Jia Hu had never practiced calligraphy. After transmigrating to the 'Dream of the Red Chamber', the characters of the big man were not much different from the modern characters. It was just that one was traditional and the other was simplified. However, Jia Hu grew up at the border and had never studied. Even his name was learned by his father, Jia Mu, who forced Jia Hu to learn it.
"It doesn't matter if you can write or not. What's important is that you have to learn how to write your own name. This is what your grandfather Jia Daihua told me, and I'm going to tell you today.”
Under this mindset, Jia Hu only wrote his name to look a little better, and that was all. The other words were worse than chicken feet.
Emperor Wu Yun put down the letter and rubbed his head.
She suddenly remembered that she had seen such handwriting when she was young. Back then, the Retired Emperor was also approving memorials in Yangxin Palace Hall. When he came over, he could hear the Retired Emperor cursing from afar.
It seemed that the handwriting was too ugly. He had read the memorial at that time, but he could not understand it. However, it seemed to be similar to the handwriting on the letter sent by Jia Hu.
However, it had been too long and he could not remember clearly. He would go and look for his father later.
Emperor Wu Yun put down the letter.
It was dinner time in the afternoon.
"Emperor, it's time for dinner."
Xia Bingzhong reminded Emperor Wu Yun.
"Is this the time?"
Emperor Wu Yun stretched his body and glanced at Jia Hu's letter on the table.
"Welcome to the Great Ming Palace. Today, Zhen will accompany Imperial Father for a meal!”
Then, Emperor Wu Yun took Jia Hu's letter and left Yangxin Palace Hall.
Inside the Great Ming Palace
Retired Emperor was having dinner.
Dai Quan walked in from outside.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor requests an audience."
"Oh, my son is here. Let him in.”
"Your son greets Imperial Father.”
Emperor Wu Yun greeted the Retired Emperor.
"No need for formalities. Why is my son here at this hour? Have you eaten?”
Retired Emperor put down his chopsticks and said.
"Replying to Imperial Father, your son has not eaten yet. Your son is a little puzzled and has come to seek Imperial Father's help.”
"Sit down. We can talk later. Let's eat first. It's been a long time since we've eaten together.”
"Dai Quan, add a pair of chopsticks!"
After the Retired Emperor let Emperor Wu Yun sit down, he ordered Dai Quan to bring a pair of bowls and chopsticks.
"Yes, Imperial Father."
Emperor Wu Yun quickly agreed and sat down.
After the meal, the Martial Fate Emperor followed the Retired Emperor to the chessboard and sat down.
Retired Emperor casually fiddled with the chess pieces.
"Sit down and play two rounds with me."
After Emperor Wu Yun sat down, the Retired Emperor asked,""Tell me, what is it?"
Emperor Wu Yun took out Jia Hu's letter from his sleeve and handed it to the Retired Emperor."
"Your son has a letter here. It was written by Jia Hu of Yanmen Pass, but your son does not understand it. Your son remembered that when he was young, he had seen Imperial Father approve a memorial that was somewhat similar to this letter, so your son brought it over for Imperial Father to take a look.”
"Oh, let me see!"
Retired Emperor took the letter and asked curiously.
After opening it and looking at the words in front of him, the Retired Emperor's expression was somewhat nostalgic.
Emperor Wu Yun asked,"
"Father, is there anything wrong?"
The Retired Emperor heard Emperor Wu Yun's words and slowly raised his head.
"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just that I haven't seen this kind of handwriting for a long time and I miss it.”
Emperor Wu Yun was surprised to hear that the Retired Emperor had really met him.
"Father, do you know the words on it?"
Emperor Wu Yun asked in surprise.
"Hehe, it's more than just knowing him, Dai Quan.”
"This old servant is here."
Dai Quan answered.
"Bring the memorial written by the former commander of the capital camp, Jia Daihua.”
"Yes."
Not long after, Dai Quan walked over with a memorial in hand. Retired Emperor took the memorial and Jia Hu's letter and handed them to Emperor Wu Yun.
"Take a look. What's the difference between this memorial and this letter?”
Emperor Wu Yun was a little confused. What did Jia Hu's letter have to do with memorials? But he still accepted the memorials and letters from the Retired Emperor.
Emperor Wu Yun opened the letter and his eyes lit up. The handwriting of the memorial and the letter were almost the same, but he couldn't understand them. The only difference was that the words on the memorial were barely comprehensible, while Jia Hu's letter was completely incomprehensible.
"Hehe, my son, what did you see?”
The Retired Emperor looked at Emperor Wu Yun with a smile.
"Reporting to Imperial Father, the handwriting on this memorial and this letter seems to be the same. Could it be that Jia Hu also wrote a memorial for you?”
Emperor Wu Yun asked doubtfully."Could it be that this Jia Hu has established a connection with Retired Emperor? Not only did he write a letter to Zhen, but he also wrote to Retired Emperor, wanting to stand on both sides?”At the same time, he wanted to cripple Jia Hu.
At this moment, Jia Hu, who was far away at the border, did not know that the letter he wrote almost sent him away.
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