A big drama in Wuying Palace ended. As the officials left the imperial city, the news quickly spread to all directions west of the capital, and then ignited the explosive point of public opinion in the capital. The aftermath continued.

Outside Zhengyang Gate, in the Truth Newspaper in Zhengdongfang, a group of editors were anxiously waiting for news in Wuying Hall. This was related to everyone's future, the future of Truth.

Pang Ze, Qiao Rusong, Luo Junzi, Xiao Mengzhen and others who stayed up all night last night were still waiting in the lobby of the editorial room. The candles were turned into ashes in various places in the desk.

There are also some editors who came one after another in the morning, all gathered here to wait for the news. Jia Huan's poem "Answer to Pang Shiyuan" has been spread all over: Yishui Xiaoxiao people left, and the moon was as white as frost one day. Jing Ke assassinated Qin and ended with defeat. I wonder what the result was in Wuying Hall? Jia Huan entered the imperial city at around 5 a.m., and the moon was as bright as frost. It was almost noon.

The atmosphere in the newspaper is dull and anxious.

At this time, a fast horse came out of Zhengyang Gate. The servant on the horse was whipped in the cold wind, whipped the horse, rolled his saddle in front of the newspaper newspaper, and quickly stepped into the newspaper. Among the people who came and went to the newspaper office, some people recognized it as Jia Huan's Changsu Hu Xiaosi, and they greeted each other, "Master Hu Si is here."

Hu Xiaosi agreed in a random manner, walked through the second door, went to the editorial room inside, and entered the lobby. As soon as he entered the lobby, more than 20 editors moved. In an instant, the editorial room became noisy and nervous: the news was coming.

Hu Xiaosi took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Pang Ze, "Mr. Pang, this is a letter from my third master."

The respectful title of scholar among the people is husband.

Pang Ze was wearing a blue shirt and had a very good appearance. Among the many disciples of the academy, he was good at strategy. Pang Ze took the letter, but was not busy opening it up. He handed it to Qiao Rusong and asked, "Xiao Si, what about the situation? Where is Zi Yuren?"

Hu Xiaosi said: "I don't know. The third master went back to the house by carriage. Send me to deliver the letter."

"Okay!" Pang Ze slapped the table hard and tried very hard. With a bang, the tea in the tea bowl in front of each editor was covered with water marks. Then, he raised his head and laughed, "Haha! Haha!" He had already judged that the result: Jia Huan won!

At this time, Qiao Rusong had already cut the letter and swept the content, and a happy look appeared on his face. Then, cheers sounded in the editorial room, endlessly.

Jia Huan wrote in the letter: The court promoted the right Senate of the Political Department, and used me to take charge of the Truth, review the newspapers in the world, and try it out! Later, it also listed the results of the Wuying Hall discussion today. However, the editors of the Truth had no intention of understanding.

Later, the entire newspaper of Truth will know the latest news. The joyful atmosphere spreads in the newspaper!

…

Compared with the joy in the newspaper Truth, in Jingyuan east of the outer city, Han Xiucai's courtyard was silent like death.

The news about the King of Chu was naturally more informative than the Truth Newspaper. But Jingyuan was far away by the Beihu Lake in the outer city of the capital. It received the news at about the same time as the Truth Newspaper. Moreover, the news was more detailed: Jia Huan suggested that the emperor review the newspaper and obtain the power of censorship.

The autumn wind is cool and the fallen leaves are falling.

The chess game between King Chu and Han Jin was already over. But the two had no intention of continuing to play chess. They were silent.

The establishment of newspaper censorship system means that the Sunday newspaper will not want to participate in the government affairs in the future. As for the trend, you can even think about scolding Jia Huan. I have never seen any newspaper that dares to scold the leaders of the propaganda department.

After a long time, the King of Chu cursed: "Bastard!"

It is not for the always gentle King of Chu to curse people. He has invested a lot in the Great Sunday Newspaper. Since its establishment, he has spent nearly 10,000 taels of silver, and has high hopes for it and tried to influence the government. Jia Huan completely cut off his political dream.

Han Jin smiled bitterly and advised: "Your Highness, be careful of your words. Those who are superiors should not show their joys and angers."

Not long ago, he thought that the King of Chu was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, regardless of wind and rain. He never thought that the King of Chu became a loser like Prince Shun and Song Tianguan. Jia Ziyu was so powerful! His eyes were like torch.

The newspaper censorship system caught him off guard! What worried him even more was Jia Huan's advice to the emperor: suppressing the dispute over the throne. This was very unfavorable to the King of Chu. Because the King of Chu was smaller than the King of Jin and was chasing the party.

The King of Chu endured it, and still felt a sigh of relief in his heart. Although the Great Weekly Daily followed the trend and scolded Jia Huan, the Great Weekly Daily was not the main force, right? Jia Huan did not ask for trouble for the censors, but asked for trouble for the Great Weekly Daily. This was simply outrageous?

Han Jin thought for a while and said, "Your Highness, I'll go and talk to Jia Huan!"

After seeing off the King of Chu, Han Jin returned to the courtyard, by the window of Xiaoxuan, looked at the pool of autumn water in Beihu, and sighed, "Oh..." His heart was filled with a strong sense of frustration!

Although he was calm in front of the King of Chu, all the routes he designed for the King of Chu were disrupted by the sudden censorship system. This was the first failure he suffered since he entered the capital at the end of last year.

Taste, very bitter!

…

On the afternoon of the sixth day of November, news in Wuying Hall had spread throughout the capital. Those who were interested in paying attention to the dynamics of the court already knew and began to operate: the Western Regions were established as the governor; the nine sides were divided into three general officers; Hua Mo was the new Grand Secretary of Wuying Hall; Meng He was the new Minister of War; Jia Huan continued to take charge of the court public opinion. There were a lot of opportunities hidden in this series of personnel appointments and changes.

At the same time, Jia Huan's poem is spread throughout the circle of scholars in the capital: If it benefits the country's life and death, how can it avoid it because of misfortune and good fortune!

In the palace of the King of Wu, in the living courtyard of the prince Ning Cheng, the late autumn is bleak, and the leaves in the garden are scattered and dancing lightly with the wind.

On the east side, in Ning Cheng's study, the charcoal fire was extinguished and the room was warm.

Princess Ning Xiao of Yongqing carried a pen in front of the desk and wrote two lines of poetry that had been circulated into the palace of the King of Wu. A sarcastic smile overflowed from her bright face and praised: "Good poem!" Unfortunately, it was a lie. Of course, even though he knew that he was writing a lie, he still had to praise "Good poem".

Ning Cheng smiled, with a smirk on his narrow face, deliberately not understanding his sister's ridicule, and said, "Sister, when will Mr. Jia's poems be hard?" He was sitting at the table, eating snacks and drinking tea with King Yan. This is a habit brought by Jia Huan, called afternoon tea.

King Ning Xi of Yan ate quietly, and the fourteen-year-old boy seemed quite weak and nodded to agree.

King Ningke of Shu sat at the round table, dressed in white, and was elegant and elegant. He shook the folding fan in a casual manner and said with a smile: "Brother Cheng, poetry is a good poem. However, with Jia Huan's temperament, how could he take the world as his responsibility? It is difficult for him to act in Wuying Palace and write such wonderful poems. I think Cao Zijian may not be better than him even if he becomes a poem in seven steps!"

This is a very spicy irony.

Ning Xiao laughed behind the desk, as if flowers were blooming, and said, "Brother Jiu said, right." He put the pen on the pen and washed it, looked at the howling autumn wind outside the window, pondering slightly.

Sarcasm, she still admires Jia Huan in her heart. As a noble daughter of the royal family, she still has this kind of mind and pattern! Can she have such "fight results" as Jia Huan when she is free? The answer is obvious. She was not optimistic about Jia Huan yesterday. But the facts proved that she misread it. This is the third time!

Ning Cheng was very dissatisfied and looked at the King of Shu with his eyes, "Brother Jiu..."

Ning Ke laughed, changed the subject and asked, "Xiaomei, Jia Huan seems to have miscalculated. Mr. Xu requested to set up a separate Propaganda Institute, and the newspaper was eventually assigned to the Tongzhengsi. Moreover, Jia Huan changed from a Hanlin Seminar to a right-senator of the Tongzhengsi, and his career prospects were far from being."

Ning Xiao turned his head, smiled sweetly, his eyes fell on the King of Shu Ningke, and said in a clear voice: "Brother Jiu, you are a big loser. You are taking the top and getting the middle; you are taking the middle and getting the bottom; you are taking the bottom and getting nothing.

How is it possible to set up a separate Propaganda Institute? Julius is assigned to the neutral Tongzheng Department from the Hanlin Academy. Yu Zicheng, the Tongzheng Department, helped Mr. He to nominate Hua Mo. How could there be no exchange of interests behind this? In the end, it was Jia Huan who mastered Julius.

Furthermore, if the court has promoted the official position, it is not better to be the case. Jia Huan recommended the official position of the right senator of the Tongzheng Department. Speaking of which, he is still a Qingliu. He will be promoted to two levels in less than a year. How can this be called a bad future?"

As mentioned earlier, the positions that the courts promoted are usually those of the ministers, ministers, nine ministers, local governors, and grandsons. They are quite valuable. Jia Huan's right-senator from the Tongzheng Department was obtained by the court. Who can say that he is a turbid current? Isn't that equivalent to scolding the court's public servants without eyes?

Ning Ke was slightly stunned and then smiled casually. His personality is so free and easy.

However, in my heart, I suddenly felt that Xiaomei had grown up, and was no longer the little girl who followed him and called him Jiu Ge before. She already had her own opinions and opinions on things, and even surpassed him.

This made him feel relieved, but he felt a little empty.

Ning Cheng smiled and said in admiration: "Sister, it's a good thing you are not a man. Otherwise, what's the way out for us?"

King Ning Xi of Yan nodded. The scene of Princess Yongqing analyzing the government affairs was deeply imprinted in his mind and unforgettable.

…

After Wuying Palace discussed the matter, the aftermath continued. But Jia Huan was no longer paying attention. After returning to the Jia Mansion, he only said three words to the mansion: "It's okay." Jia Lian, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang, Jia Yun and others were confused. Then, he returned to the bedroom of the main room of Wuyou Hall and fell asleep. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

The news spread throughout the Jia Mansion like a whirlwind. In just three words, it seemed that there was a magic that dispelled some of the atmosphere in the Jia Mansion recently. It is said that Jia Mu was happy to find someone to play cards with her.

Some people and some places are dissatisfied, depressed, panic, and regretful, so they are no longer named. Jia Huan not only mixed up Wang Ziteng's Grand Secretary, but also impeached Wang Ziteng's military power. He was promoted to two levels of his own official position.

No matter how hard people don’t understand official politics, they will understand that it is the east wind that is overwhelming the west wind!

In the Grand View Garden, up and down, in late autumn, there was an unspeakable atmosphere of joy. Even in the evening, an old lady stole a drink in the corner room of the garden and hit Tanchun, which scared her to death. Tanchun just said: If you don’t use the example, just reveal this matter.

Tanchun inspected the garden for a while, and asked Daiyu in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. He went to Beiyuan to meet Jia Huan: It was time to send someone to Shi's house and take Sister Yun back.

The two were wearing cloaks, and the maids were holding lights in front and behind. The autumn wind was cold, but the group was talking and laughing, laughing and laughing. On the way, they happened to meet a mandarin duck coming, and the old lady asked her to send the stewed Buddha over the wall to Jia Huan.

The group went from Zilingzhou and Hengwuyuan to the backyard of Beizhibeiyuan. Qingwen, Ruyi, faced everyone and said, "Girls, the third master came back at noon and didn't even eat. The sleeping path is not ready yet."

Daiyu was served by Xiren and took off her pink and white cloak and said in surprise: "Don't you be sick?" Then she left Zijuan, Shishu and other maids in the living room and went into the bedroom to visit Tanchun.

There was no light in the bedroom. It was dark early and the light was dim. Baochai sat alone beside the bed, looking at her husband's calm face, and fell asleep peacefully, occasionally with a few dreams. Just watching it, I don't know how time has passed. The tenderness in my heart is hard to describe.

She knew and felt all the suffering Jia Huan had these days. But she couldn't help. Now, everything was over. Her brother made fun of her: "After marriage, Isn't it? She is his wife."

He is well, and she feels at ease.

Baochai reached into the quilt and gently held Jia Huan's hand. Suddenly, a cramped chuckled from behind, "Sister Bao." However, Daiyu and Tanchun came in. Baochai's pretty face turned red as white as snow.
Chapter completed!