In the 21st year of Yongzhi, Jia Huan killed Emperor Yongzhi and supported Emperor Yongxing Ningxi. The year was changed to Yongxing. The second year was the first year of Yongxing.

In the winter of the first year of Yongxing, Jia Huan enjoyed the snow in the stone building in Xiyuan and said goodbye. He lived in seclusion in Wendao Academy in Dongzhuang Town for three years and carefully prepared for Gongsun Jie, the son of his senior brother. In the spring of the fourth year of Yongxing, when the political situation in the capital was balanced and stable, the children all grew up to about three years old, and took their wives and concubines to Jinling.

In this world, in the world, his figure and name seem to disappear in the beautiful and hazy mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Just as he said, spend a few years of leisurely life. As the saying goes: carry the Chai Dai and Dai to travel, embrace the bright moon and end up forever!

Time passes by in a hurry.

…

…

Beijing, Dongwaicheng. Xinfeng Street, about six or seven miles away from Dongzhimen, is crowded with people. On the two-mile long street, there are tall buildings and various shops gather. Restaurants (Scholar's Food Mansion), teahouses, theaters, rice shops, silver shops, medicine shops, ironware shops, porcelain, silk, book shops, fruit shops, coal shops, north and south goods, etc. Everything is available.

This is the fifth prosperous place in Beijing except for Qipan Street, Chongwenmen, Dengshi, and Inner City.

In the evening, a carriage slowly came out of the most famous theater in Beijing: Man Tingfangzhong. Jia Lian sat in the carriage and looked at the bustling street market, thinking slightly.

Xinfeng Street is like a treasure pot. It is all the industries of the Jia family.

In recent years, ordinary families have been living better and better. The rice price has remained eight years ago. The price of Yongzhi 21 years: ten yuan per stone. There are several places in the capital in the streets like Xinfeng Street. Behind them are powerful families.

All kinds of discussions on the street came to my ears. Jia Lian closed his eyes comfortably and leaned on the soft couch in the carriage. Behind the carriage, Xing'er, Zhao'er and others followed along with the horse.

…

…

Under the sunset, the gates of Rongguo Mansion remain the same, and guests come and go. After all, Mr. Zheng was the envoy of Tongzheng, one of the nine ministers. Of course, with Jia Huan's three years of retirement and going south to Jinling for nearly five years, the Jia Mansion no longer had top civil officials, but most of them were family relatives.

Jia Lian entered the mansion from Dongjiaomen. Five or six servants waiting at the second gate said hello, "The second master is back from listening to the opera."

"Yes." Jia Lian nodded and stepped into the Hanghuamen. He was wearing a blue long gown, forty-two years old, and was still a handsome and handsome young man from a wealthy family. He walked through the hall and went to the main house on Jiafu East Road. After Jia She died, after Jia Mu passed away, he moved to the East Road.

Wang Xifeng and Ping'er were talking in the room, Feng'er and other maids, servants took Jia Pu, and second sisters were waiting aside.

Wang Xifeng was 38 years old at the time, and she wore a moon-white satin jacket, a green satin cloak, and a white silk skirt. She had light makeup on her face, but she was still beautiful. Her eyes were red phoenixes, her willow leaves were hanging on the top of her head. The peaks were tall and straight. However, the beauty who was "pretty like a peach in three springs" back then could not stop the passage of time and had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Seeing Jia Lian come in, Wang Xifeng takes Ping'er, son, second sister and the maids to greet him, and then ask for food. The maids go down and work hard.

Sister Feng hugged her son Jia Pu and asked, "What's the point outside about Xue Da Sisi? Today, my aunt is still crying in front of her wife."

She is still assisting Mrs. Wang in charge of the internal affairs of the Jia family. Her relationship with Jia Lian is at this age and gradually becomes dull and there are fewer quarrels. Of course, it is still to suppress Jia Lian.

Jia Lian was a rich young man, well-maintained, handsome and handsome. He sat on a chair, drank tea, and asked his second sister casually. He liked this daughter very much. He replied, "Ha, what else can I do? I apologize for my money. Xue Daizi is still not aware of her age.

It’s not as easy to fool now as before. Now, you dare to publish anything in the newspaper. Master Zhen helped smooth it out. If Brother Huan was in the capital, he would be afraid that he would lose his skin again."

His eldest daughter Qiaojie is already married. She is the legitimate son of King Beijing. Her second sister is from Ping'er.

The second son Jia Pu was born by Feng Jie. Feng Jie had a son after giving birth and was not doting. The kind mother often lost her son. At the age of twelve, she was still studying in the clan school. Jia Miao, the eldest son born to him, was already studying in Wendao Academy.

Zhen Erye is Zhen Baoyu, the brother of Queen Zhen. In the third year of Yongxing, he won the imperial examination in the imperial examination, ranked seventh in the northern Zhili provincial examination in high school, and ranked tenth in the second place in the palace examination. He was selected as a Hanlin Shujishi. In the eighth year of Yongxing, he is an official in Hanlin lecturer, a Japanese lecturer, and a southern study. He is a popular power figure in the capital.

Zhen Baoyu and Lan Geer are Jinshi in the same subject. Lan Geer now works in the Honglu Temple.

When Wang Xifeng heard this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggled, "Oh, if Brother Huan is in the middle of the capital, where would Boss Xue be beaten? How many people have helped to deal with the matter? Slowly, it's just a blow."

Mid-Autumn Festival in August is the time to enjoy the osmanthus flowers. Xue Pan's wife Xia Jingui's family monopolized the flower market in the capital for many years. The supply of flowers in the palace is all the plates of the Xia family. However, in early August, a reporter reported that the Xia family was the best.

Jingzhong was jealous and immediately started. Jingzhong was in an uproar. The Xia family's business plummeted. After drinking, Xue Pan heard someone's instigation and broke a few bones in the newspaper reporter. It was a sensation.

Master Zheng cherishes his reputation and wants to deal with it according to law. However, Mr. Zhu's son Jia Lan, who has no position to reach this matter. He didn't expect that Master Zhen would come forward.

Jia Lian shook his head. Feng Jie'er had such a personality. The only one who suppressed her was Brother Huan!

Brother Huan is in Jiangnan and is happy to see Shu. I don’t know when he will return to the capital.

…

…

In the eighth year of Yongxing, at the end of August, in late autumn, the leaves of the sycamore trees are yellow.

Emperor Ning Xi of Yongxing brought his guards and ceremonial guards to the palace from the Beijing camp in the north of the capital. He had just attended the graduation ceremony of the sixth session of the martial arts lecture hall. After returning to the palace, he met his uncle Zhou Wumin in the side hall of the Qianqing Palace.

Zhou Wumin, the No. 1 of Qingning, talked about the birthday of Empress Dowager Cisheng (Concubine Zhou), "The Ministry of Internal Affairs is ready. At that time, the emperor can go to the Dongling in Zunhua."

Ning Xi nodded gently and was slightly distracted.

When the young man was weak, he was already a twenty-eight-year-old man with a beard. After more than eight years of imperial career, although he was still weak in temperament, he became calm and steady in his work. He was quite capable of being a king, and the government praised him as "wise".

Zhou Wumin, the No. 1 of Qingning, reminded: "Emperor..."

Ning Xi came back to her senses, smiled apologetically, and said, "My uncle is fully responsible for the sacrifice to the queen of mother. I am thinking about Mr.'s condition."

At the end of August, Qi Chi, a Grand Secretary who had been in charge of the world for nearly nine years, fell ill in bed and had vomiting blood. The imperial physician diagnosed that Grand Secretary Qi, who was already 63 years old, needed to rest. Qi Chi had already written a letter to request his retirement.

Such a major political change disturbed him. This had broken the power structure arranged for him by his husband.

It would be great if the teacher was still in the capital to change the situation! However, it has been more than four years since the spring of the fourth year of Yongxing. He often sent envoys to Jiangnan to ask questions, and he would send people to send gifts every year for three holidays and two birthdays.
Chapter completed!