Three hundred and ninetieth chapters of slave generation
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Jia Heng led the men, women, and children of the Jia clan to worship their ancestors in the Jia clan ancestral hall. After that, Jia Heng and Jia Zheng hosted a banquet for all the men of the Jia clan in the front yard. There was nothing important to say.
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But time slipped away quietly, and it was the fourth day of the Lunar New Year in the blink of an eye. Jia Heng went to the Jieshuai Camp in Beijing in the morning, and in the afternoon he went to Jinyi Mansion for routine inquiries.
Jinyi Mansion, Si Affairs Office, Houya
Jia Heng sat down on a chair with a backrest behind the case and read through a stack of files attentively.
"Sir, brothers Wu Jinxiao and Wu Jinjing have stolen their master's property through fraud and have been sent to Jingzhao Yamen for Fu Shi Fu Tong to judge." Qian Hu Qu Lang, who was wearing a flying fish suit, said.
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Jia Heng put down the file in his hand and thought of Fu Shi, who had also given him a gift when he was promoted to a first-class male. He said, "Have you already started to recover the money stolen from the Wu family?"
The two Wu Jinxiao brothers occupied a lot of farmland in Rongning Second Mansion. Although they are now brought to justice, the gains from the embezzlement must be recovered.
Qu Lang said: "The day before yesterday, we sent a person to test hundreds of households and bring the documents to the local government and Jinyi Guards Station."
Jia Heng thought for a moment and said, "That's it."
Qu Lang stopped talking, and instead took out another neatly folded piece of paper from the cowhide bag he carried with him, and whispered: "Your Excellency, the day before yesterday, told the relevant officials who were investigating the construction of Gongling Mausoleum, as well as Prince Zhongshun's Palace
There are some clues about the trends, would you like to read them?"
On the New Year's Day, after Jia Heng learned from his father-in-law that the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Industry were involved in the embezzlement of money for the construction of the Emperor's Mausoleum, he secretly instructed Qu Lang to investigate.
After all, the matter involves the Supreme Emperor's Ji Rang, so there is nothing wrong with using Jin Yiwei to investigate.
Jia Heng's expression paused slightly and he said, "Bring it to me and take a look."
Qu Lang came forward and handed the note in his hand to the young man, his expression solemn.
Jia Heng opened the paper. As time passed, his face became gloomy and his cold eyes flickered.
Gein, he has seen a corner of the shocking case. According to Shan Zhi, a deputy envoy to the mausoleum, the matter involved households, minister-level officials from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, and many other officials from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Corruption in a corrupt manner...
A word came to mind.
Qu Lang lowered his voice and said: "If the clues mentioned above are true, I'm afraid this case will be the largest corruption case in the Chongping period."
Jia Heng put down the book, looked at Qu Lang, and said: "This matter is of great importance. Send someone to secretly investigate the matter. Try not to alert the enemy. When the time is right, I will report it to the Holy Spirit."
At least it is certain that Liang Yuan, the minister of household affairs, and Pan Bingyi and Lu Chengan, the two ministers of the Ministry of Industry, were involved in the case to varying degrees. Of course, this was just a deputy envoy supervising the construction of the imperial mausoleum. What the family members usually said may not be true.
there are some problems.
And once the case is verified, even King Zhongshun will not be able to live with it.
Qu Lang raised his hands and said yes.
In the evening, Jia Heng returned to Ningguo Mansion from Jinyi Mansion. As soon as he entered the flower hall, he saw a girl with emerald green armor and a plain blue skirt approaching.
"Sir, the third girl has been waiting in the study for a while."
Jia Heng nodded towards Qingwen, turned around and entered the inner study room, where he saw Tan Chun sitting behind the desk and reading with his eyes down.
The girl wore a long coat embroidered with folded branches of red magnolia flowers and a white pleated skirt. The fine sunset light fell on her shoulders, like chasing the stars and the moon.
As he has grown a year older, Tanchun has become as described in the original work, with the essence of literary talent and the charm of forgetting the world after seeing it.
"Brother Heng." When Tan Chun heard the sound, he put down the book in his hand and stared at the boy in the python suit. He smiled brightly. Under his slender eyebrows, his eyes flashed with crystal light, and there was something on his lips, which was shining brightly.
Red lips are bright on the outside, and white teeth are fresh on the inside.
Jia Heng nodded, chuckled and said, "Sister is here."
Tanchun walked over and asked: "Brother Heng, I saw Qingmei Boiling Wine and Discussing Heroes. When can I finish writing the rest of the review?"
Jia Heng walked to a small table next to the desk and sat down. He took a cup of tea and said, "I should be able to finish it before the Lantern Festival. There's no rush."
With that said, he handed the teacup to Tanchun.
Tan Chun smiled and reached out to take it, and said in a playful voice: "I told Sister Lin last time that other people in Beijing are also urging the manuscript. It will be quite some time before the first volume is published."
Jia Heng took a sip of tea and said, "There are a lot of reminders."
The two of them drank tea and chatted.
Tan Chun took a sip of the fragrant tea, looked at the young man aside, struggled in his heart for a while, and whispered: "Brother Heng, I will see my aunt later. My aunt has not read any books. If my words are offensive in any way,
, I hope Brother Heng will be more considerate."
After Jia Heng heard this, he was quiet for a moment, turned to look at Tan Chun, and said warmly: "In what capacity did the third sister say this?"
Tan Chun was startled for a moment, then looked at the young man opposite him with bright eyes, and said, "Blood is thicker than water, what do you think, Brother Heng?"
Jia Heng just took the tea cup, stood up, stretched out his hand to rub Tanchun's bangs, looked at her gently, smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not that harsh on others."
Tanchun felt the pampering between the palms of his forehead, his bright eyes lowered, and bursts of sweetness filled his heart.
Jia Heng said: "Okay, let's go to your mother's courtyard."
"Yeah." Tanchun nodded.
As Jia Zheng's most favored concubine, Aunt Zhao also gave birth to a pair of children. The decoration was much better than that of ordinary concubines. The courtyard had three rooms in a row, with two rooms on the left and right. The courtyard was a cross-shaped bluestone road, under the eaves of the corridor.
Potted plants and flowers are placed on the stone steps.
At this moment, the lights in the wing were brightly lit, and Aunt Zhao was teaching Jia Huan a lesson.
"The evil heart of maggots, the uncreated seeds, the New Year's money given to you by the school, and the silver coins you received these days, where did you hide them?" Aunt Zhao was wearing a red silk silk skirt, sitting sideways.
On the couch, he ate melon seeds and cursed: "You know how to hide your personal money at such a young age."
Jia Huan, wearing a martial arts hall-style samurai uniform, was lying in front of a small table not far away, holding a pen and writing "Martial Arts General Essentials".
This was the annual vacation homework assigned by the school teacher. He heard the scolding and muttered: "I usually need money to buy some books and paper, but you have kept them. I asked you for them, but you didn't give them to me."
Aunt Zhao spat out a mouthful of melon seed skin and cursed: "Okay, you have made a difference, and you dare to talk back! Do you think that you went to school and jumped out of my palm? No matter how much you try to make a difference, you will still be in my heart."
Climb out!"
Jia Huan snorted lightly and just ignored it.
When Aunt Zhao saw that Jia Huan dared to ignore her, she became even more angry and was about to get up and grab Jia Huan's ears.
Suddenly, the little maid Que'er opened the curtain and entered the house. She said happily: "Grandma, Uncle Heng and the girl are coming this way."
Aunt Zhao was happy when she heard this. She threw the melon seeds aside, clapped her hands, and landed on the ground with her little feet embroidered with lotus shoes, "I'll go and greet you."
"Quie'er, hurry up and tell the chef to see if the dishes are ready. Don't delay things."
Magpie responded and went to the kitchen.
Then, looking at Jia Huan who was reading a book on the side, he became very angry and said: "You are deaf! Get up quickly and greet your brother Heng."
Jia Huan's face turned dark when he was scolded, he put down his pen, stood up from behind the desk, and walked towards the outside.
The mother and son left the wing and stood under the eaves of the corridor. From a distance, they saw a man and a woman coming from the moon door at the flower wall carrying a lantern.
Aunt Zhao greeted her warmly and said from a distance: "Brother Heng, Tan girl is here."
Welcoming the two people into the hall, the guest and host took their seats.
Aunt Zhao said angrily: "Xiao Jixiang, where are you crazy? Why don't you come over and pour tea?"
Seeing this scene, Tan Chun frowned secretly. He peeked at Jia Heng and saw that there was no strange color on his face. He didn't know why but he breathed a sigh of relief.
Aunt Zhao said with a smile: "Brother Heng, Brother Huan, this maggot-minded evil man, followed you all the time. He has great potential."
Jia Heng said: "Auntie, there is no need to be polite. Jia Huan is a member of the clan. If he can become a talented person, I will be happy to see him. Brother Kuang Huan is not bad in nature."
With that said, he looked at Jia Huan aside and asked, "Brother Huan, you should practice martial arts well in the school. After two years, there will always be an errand for the Beijing Camp or the Five Cities Military and Horse Division."
When Jia Huan heard this, he was a little afraid and said "hmm".
Aunt Zhao tugged on Jia Huan's sleeve and said, "Thank you, Brother Heng."
Jia Huan could only say: "Thank you, Brother Heng."
At this time, the maid arranged the dishes, with meat and vegetables mixed in, all in color, flavor and taste.
Aunt Zhao smiled and said: "Brother Heng, your hospitality is not good enough."
Tan Chun listened to the shouting "Brother Heng", feeling a little uncomfortable. He wanted to say something, but suddenly his little hand under the table seemed to be patted on the back. His heart skipped a beat, and his pretty face "twitched"
"The ground was red, she picked up the tea cup with her right hand and took a quick sip of the wine.
There are still her mother and her brother here, so why...
She took a peek at the young man and saw the cold eyes looking at him. She felt happy but then lost.
At this time, Jia Heng listened to Aunt Zhao talking, just like Sister Xianglin, talking about how difficult it was to drag Jia Huan to grow up and receive all the cold looks in the back house.
Listening quietly, holding the wine cup in hand, taking a sip from time to time without interrupting.
Aunt Zhao had never seen a man like this who was willing to listen to her. He was still in such a high position outside. He looked at her with gentle eyes. At the end of the sentence, her eye circles were red and there was a look of sadness on her face, and she said: "
Brother Heng, you don't know what kind of life Huan'er and I live..."
Jia Heng thought for a while and said: "Now the pain has finally come to an end. When the children grow up, they should worry less and enjoy happiness. As for Brother Huan, he is currently practicing martial arts in the school. He will have an errand in two years.
He will be able to establish a family, so don’t scold him too much when you come back."
Aunt Zhao was so moved by these words that she became very fond of the young man. She smiled and said, "Brother Heng, you are right. I don't scold him very much."
Jia Huan was picking up a piece of crystal elbow, lowering his head to eat. When he heard the words, he turned his lips and narrowed his eyes and glared at Aunt Zhao, obviously not agreeing with this lie.
Tan Chun listened quietly to the conversation between the two, and turned to look at the young man with a stern face but soft words. His bright eyes were shining, and his heart was filled with warmth. He was a little crazy for a moment.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Aunt Zhao drank a cup of wine, her face was rosy, and she said with a chuckle: "Brother Heng, you are a busy man, I shouldn't bother you. It's just the third girl and her uncle accompanied Huan'er to school. Now Huan'er lives in the school.
, his uncle comes and goes and doesn’t have much work to do, can you find him a job in the Five Cities Military and Horse Division?"
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and began to think about Zhao Guoji.
Compared to Aunt Zhao who behaves like a monster from time to time, Zhao Guoji is a fairly honest person, and his presence in the original work is not too strong. If he had a bad character, it would be impossible not to describe it in the original work.
Xu Shi saw that Jia Heng was silent and seemed to be "unconcerned". Tanchun on the side was very anxious, with an angry look on his face, and he said abruptly: "Auntie, the yamen is not run by our family. Beijing camp was opened not long ago."
I just checked the vacancy and put relatives in there, others will gossip about Brother Heng."
She thought it was just a thank-you banquet before, but she didn't expect to ask for help?
The smile on Aunt Zhao's face was frozen, she curled her lips and glanced at Tanchun: "Third girl, what are you talking about? What's wrong with relatives taking care of each other? Besides, Brother Heng hasn't said anything yet, but you have
As if you were in a hurry to give me something, didn't you still go to Brother Heng to help me?"
Tan Chun's face was startled, and he felt ashamed and annoyed after listening to Aunt Zhao's words.
Jia Hengqing coughed and said, "Third sister, you're done."
As if pressing the pause button, Aunt Zhao also changed her smile and said: "Brother Heng, what do you mean?"
Jia Heng said thoughtfully: "In the Wucheng Army and Horses Division, we hunt down bandits every day, so we are not in danger. Auntie can actually talk to Sister-in-law Feng and ask her to arrange a good job in the backyard."
Aunt Zhao opened her mouth and snorted coldly: "Second Mistress Lian doesn't think much of us who were born as slaves."
As soon as these words came out, Tan Chun's face turned pale, his bright eyes were lowered, and a sourness surged in his heart.
Born to several generations of slaves, she was also born to several generations of slaves...
Seeing this, Jia Heng's expression paused, and he stretched out his hand under the table to pull Tan Chun's little hand to express relief. He raised his eyes and looked at Aunt Zhao and said, "If you don't want to work in the house, I'll go back and see someone. If
If you are more capable, I will send him to the Dongcheng store to take care of the business."
Aunt Zhao said happily: "Brother Heng, I know it. I know you are definitely not like others say. You are cold on the outside and hot on the inside."
Jia Heng didn't say much.
Regarding Aunt Zhao, he only saw her for Tanchun's sake, and there was no need to be serious with a woman.
At this moment, Tanchun felt the warmth in his palms, and while feeling ashamed and happy, he suddenly felt at peace.
While Jia Heng and Tan Chun were having a banquet with Aunt Zhao, in Mrs. Wang's courtyard, the candlelight was swaying in the wing, and the figures were looking forward to.
Mrs. Wang put down the wooden fish in her hand, frowned, looked at Jin Chuan, and asked: "That Uncle Heng from Dongfu went to Aunt Zhao's courtyard?"
Jin Chuan whispered: "Yes, madam, I saw you and the third girl passing by."
When Mrs. Wang heard this, her face was gloomy, and she couldn't help but feel agitated.
In the past two days, she also met Brother Huan. In Feng Yatou's words, he used to be like a frozen cat, but after going to Nao Shizi's martial arts hall, after coming back, his speech and behavior were somewhat different.
Posture.
"Look at this, don't let Brother Huan overshadow Baoyu..." Mrs. Wang thought of a certain scene and couldn't help but feel so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.
"We need to let Baoyu go to school." Mrs. Wang felt a sense of urgency. Suddenly she turned her eyes and saw Caixia, who was a little taller, holding a rag and wiping a vase. She frowned and felt a little interested in her heart.
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This little hoof used to be quite close to Brother Huan. If he could damage Brother Huan's body and even develop a drunken and lewd temper, Brother Xu Huan would no longer be able to practice martial arts and become a general, right?
Together, these thoughts instantly climbed like weeds and entangled my heart.
At this time, while Mrs. Wang was thinking, Yuchai came in and said: "Madam, the eldest girl is here."
While talking, Yuan Chun and Baoqin, the master and servant, opened the cotton curtain and entered the hall.
"Big girl." Mrs. Wang looked at her eldest daughter with a smile on her face.
Yuanchun was wearing a light yellow dress at the moment, with a plump figure, dark eyebrows like clouds, clouds on the temples like spring mist, cheeks flushed red, accompanied by the fragrant breeze, she smiled sweetly and said: "Mother, please call me
?”
Mrs. Wang smiled and took her daughter's hand, sat down on the curtained bed beside her, and said, "Let's talk."
Yuanchun said "hmm" and sat down aside.
Mrs. Wang smiled and said: "Are you going to the eldest princess's house in Jinyang after the New Year?"
Yuan Chun said softly: "Brother Heng said yesterday that it would be okay to go after the Lantern Festival."
Mrs. Wang nodded and said: "That's okay, I just want to have more fun at home for a few more days."
Yuanchun knew that Mrs. Wang had something to say, so she didn't rush her and took the cup of cheese tea from Jin Chuan, her pink lips imprinted on the wall of the teacup.
Mrs. Wang looked at her elegant daughter and sighed secretly again.
Suppressing the wave of anger in his heart, he smiled and said: "Big girl, I heard that the eldest princess of Jinyang has an orphan girl under her knees?"
Yuan Chun said: "Yes, I will be titled Princess Qinghe."
Mrs. Wang smiled and asked: "How old are you? Have you ever been married to someone else?"
"After this year, I'm fourteen, but I'm waiting to be in my boudoir." Yuan Chun said softly, his heart moved, and he had a hint of realization on his beautiful face, and said: "What does mom mean?"
I've tasted it.
Mrs. Wang sighed and said: "That's what I thought. As you can see, your brother Baoyu will not be too young after this year. For a family like ours, it would be better to arrange the marriage early to save money."
There will be famine at the end of the day.”
Yuanchun's eyebrows turned slightly and he said in a clear voice: "But the precious jade is only eleven or twelve. If you want to get engaged, it will take at least two or three years."
Mrs. Wang said: "It's not that young, but it will be too late when things come to a head. The ancients often said that only when you have a family can you build a great career. Take a look at Brother Heng from Dongfu."
When Yuanchun heard this, he nodded subconsciously. For some reason, he felt strange and unspeakable in his heart.
Mrs. Wang suddenly realized that she was speechless, and her cheeks felt a little hot.
Well, it's the feeling of accidentally speaking your mind.
Yes, it was a bit shameful to say that Mrs. Wang was both jealous and envious of Mr. Heng. Every time she dreamed about it at midnight, she hoped that Baoyu could take his place.
Yuanchun did not dwell on this, and said: "Mom, the little princess has a good temperament, but she has a higher eye for her. It is a dilemma whether she will fall in love with Baoyu."
After all, she is a biological sister, and she still wants to find a good marriage for her younger brother, so she doesn't think that her younger brother is unworthy.
"Well, it just seems that something is wrong? If Baoyu and the little princess become a family, wouldn't it mean that Heng brother should be called father-in-law? Then I..." Yuanchun suddenly woke up, and his beautiful eyes like water lowered,
Clearly recalling Jia Heng’s “adulterated affair” with the eldest princess of Jinyang.
Mrs. Wang said: "Baoyu is also a son of a duke. When the old duke is still alive, he can't even say that he is worthy of a princess in our family."
As he said that, he looked at his daughter and felt a little happy.
Although the eldest girl in her family was closer to Uncle Heng, she knew it well and would not turn her elbows outward.
Looking at the expressions of his mother and daughter, Yuan Chun hesitated and said, "Mom, actually Hengdi..."
The smile on Mrs. Wang's face froze, vaguely aware of what her daughter was going to say.
Yuanchun considered his words carefully and said, "If Baoyu wants to marry the young princess, I'm afraid he won't be able to live without Hengdi."
Mrs. Wang's expression paused and she said, "Is that what you mean?"
Yuan Chun frowned and said, "Mom, even if the emperor's daughter marries our family, it's all for Brother Heng's sake. Otherwise, I won't be able to say anything if I go."
Mrs. Wang said: "You are getting closer to Brother Heng, so can you ask him to help?"
Yuanchun: "..."
After a moment of silence, he said softly: "Mom, let me take some time to talk to Brother Heng."
I sighed quietly in my heart.
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