The case of Jia She and Jia Lian was not only spread in Rongning and Ningfu, but also spread widely among the court officials from Hanyuan Highness to the Shenjing City. It was more of an attitude of watching the drama and taking pleasure in others' misfortunes.
There are very few opportunities to see the jokes of the top men of the Han Dynasty.
Jia Heng rested at home for a while, and then, accompanied by the guards of Jinyi Mansion, went to the Wucheng Military and Horse Division to sit in the Yamen and ask questions.
In the Wucheng Bingma Division, the five main rooms serve as the administrative hall for daily offices. Candles and oil lamps are lit everywhere, reflecting the bright light.
The King of Wei sat behind an arched desk in the east, looking through the books with vertical and horizontal strips.
This Tianhuang nobleman has become increasingly familiar with the working atmosphere of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division. He is extremely busy with exams and calculations every day.
The position of a meritorious officer is different from that of the chief clerk, who is in charge of the official writings. His usual job is to issue documents and even manage the affairs of the government for the chief official.
The meritorious officer is in charge of personnel assessment, and evaluates and records the daily merits and demerits of the soldiers below the command of the four cities. He has contact with personnel, and over many years, he can cultivate confidants and install party members.
That's why when Jia Heng gave King Wei the post of meritorious service, Queen Song felt that Jia Heng was not neglecting her son.
After King Wei took office, he clearly had an independent office, but insisted on serving as a director in the General Affairs Office, clearly to let more staff see him.
"grown ups."
Dong Qian, the deputy commander of Zhongcheng, listened to the report from his subordinates, walked out of the Baoxia Hall next to the official hall, went to the corridor eaves to welcome Jia Heng and entered the Secretary Affairs Hall.
Afterwards, Chief Secretary Fan Yi and other officials from the Lingshi, Zhanggu, Shulingshi and other five-city military and horse departments also stood up from behind the writing desk and saluted Jia Heng in unison.
King Chen Ran of Wei walked around the desk, came closer, and said with a smile: "Ziyu, you are here."
Jia Heng nodded to King Wei, and then said to the officials who stood up to greet him: "Everyone, please do your own business."
Everyone took their seats one after another.
Jia Heng then came to Houya's study. As the official of the Wucheng Military and Horse Department, he naturally had his own separate office.
But King Wei came uninvited and followed him all the way.
As soon as the two of them sat down, a book clerk brought some fragrant tea. After slowly retreating, the King of Wei asked: "Zi Yu, I heard that something happened in the west mansion of your mansion."
Jia Heng nodded and asked, "The prince also knows."
"Today at lunch, everyone was talking about what happened at the court meeting, saying that Ziyu's family was impeached." King Wei sighed, and then said: "I heard that there are still people trying to implicate Ziyu. It is simply unreasonable."
The vassal king obviously wanted to win over Jia Heng by offering "sympathy" in this way. Although there were still some traces, he at least acted like a "courteous and virtuous corporal".
Jia Heng glanced at King Wei, picked up the official document on the desk, smiled, and said: "They are just clowns. How can the Holy Spirit allow them to make random accusations?"
King Wei nodded and said, "That's right. Father, he knows everything clearly and will never believe such treacherous words."
After saying this, seeing that the young man opposite had no more words of resentment, he suppressed the matter and said again: "Zi Yu, my father intends to rectify the administration of officials. Now the capital inspection is in full swing. I didn't expect that the censor would criticize and threaten the chief inspector the day before yesterday.
The history is truly appalling."
Only by frequently discussing government affairs together and seeking consensus on political views can we have the basis for being like-minded and discussing major issues together.
Although the King of Wei had just opened his palace and had not been acquainted with the world, he had never eaten pork and had always seen pigs running away. In particular, Jia Heng's Three Kingdoms dialects were sold all over the world. He also yearned for the scenes of elegant gatherings and happy conversations.
Of.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment, put down the official document, and said: "If you want to govern a country, you must first govern its officials. Your Majesty will rectify the administration of officials and select honest and upright officials to serve in order to change the atmosphere of the court. This is exactly what he wants."
King Wei's eyes lit up, he nodded, and said: "What Zi Yu said hit the nail on the head. The key to governing a country is to govern the officials. If the officials obey the law and abide by the law, why worry about the world not being governed?"
Sure enough, this Jia Ziyu is a talented person in both civil and military affairs. This is his sleeping dragon and phoenix chick, but he suffers from not knowing what he wants and never getting what he wants.
Jia Heng nodded and said: "I serve the country as a warrior. For now, I can only do my duty well. In the meantime, the Holy Master and several cabinet ministers are planning scriptures and paintings, so I can't say much."
Since the Song Dynasty, in order to prevent powerful ministers from causing chaos, the prosperity of civilian politics has basically replaced the appointment of generals and ministers. This undoubtedly effectively prevented usurpation of power and the abdication of power.
Therefore, we gradually lose sight of words such as "Kai Fu Yi Tong San Si", "General Supervisor of Chinese and Foreign Military Affairs", "Prime Minister", "General Bai Kui", etc.
When the King of Wei heard this, his heart moved slightly and he said: "Now that the Hulu are in the north, Ziyu is in charge of the capital camp. In time, he will accomplish great things."
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "The battle strength of the Beijing camp still needs to be sharpened. There is always an opportunity to do something useful. Major military and national affairs are related to survival and death. The place of life and death must be inspected."
He always felt that the King of Wei paid more attention to the capital camp than anything else. Why, did he still want to use his son to defeat his father's soldiers?
King Wei nodded and said: "This is exactly the reason. I have also been reading military books recently. Saints do not use swords rashly, but they are not afraid to talk about swords. Sima Fa has a saying: Although the motherland is big, if it likes war, it will perish. Although the world is peaceful, if it forgets to fight, it will be destroyed.
It is bound to be dangerous. Now in the court, some people may say that you cannot compete with the barbarians. In fact, you are afraid of fighting and are cowardly, which is not worth it!"
This is obviously talking about Yang Guochang, or in other words, from the beginning, the King of Wei was using the hostility between Yang Guochang and Jia Heng as a breakthrough.
I also can't stand Mr. Yang Ge. You and I have the same political views.
Jia Heng nodded and said: "It is very rare for Your Highness to have such insight."
When a goddess has a spare tire, she should also be given some hope and sweetness, otherwise, she will find another place to look.
As expected, the King of Wei was delighted and said: "My father is in great need of a general like Zi Yu in order to organize the army."
Jia Heng said: "Your Highness has given you too much praise. There are so many talented people in the Han Dynasty, like crucian carp crossing the river. I have been promoted by the Holy One. I have to work diligently to live up to the grace of the Holy One."
After chatting with the King of Wei for a while, Jia Heng called Fan Yi and other subordinate officials to come in and review the public security cases in Shenjing City in recent months. All prisoners who violated the criminal laws of the Han Dynasty, that is, prisoners with relatively serious crimes, were personally interrogated and punished.
Once the seal is used, it will then be submitted by the Fa Cao to the Jingzhao Yamen for judgment.
Towards the end of the night, Jia Hengfang left the Five Cities Military and Horse Division and returned to his mansion. He had just taken off his cloak and put away his sword.
Then he saw Qingwen coming over, with a slightly strange look on her face, and said, "Sir, Miss Bao is looking for you."
Jia Heng said: "Yeah, I understand, I'll be there later."
"Hmm." The girl's cherry mouth was slightly pouted, her slightly foxy eyes were a bit narrow, and she secretly said: "This little girl might as well live in the study room in the west wing, so as not to have to run back and forth."
He was obviously a little unhappy with Baochai who visited him frequently.
In fact, there are several girls in Xifu, not to mention Yuanchun and Tanchun, but only Yun, Chai and Dai.
Daiyu almost never came, perhaps because she was arrogantly waiting for Jiaheng to come to the house in person. Xiangyun knew that Jiaheng had many official duties, so she didn't come to look for her. She often came to be naughty, and she mostly went to the stable to feed the foal and was content with herself.
happy.
Just like a boy who can watch an excavator for a whole day, Xiangyun can also watch a foal eating grass for most of the day.
Only Baochai, who has been visiting frequently recently, falls in Qingwen's eyes, and is not without some little emotions.
After all, in the original work, Baochai can say that Baochai "came here to sit when she had something to do, and told us not to sleep in the middle of the night!" and then made Daiyu, who was lying on the gun, angry and angry.
At this moment, he was just complaining secretly in his heart instead of speaking out. This was the result of Jia Heng's "teaching".
In the study room in the west wing, candles are lit inside, and in the animal head incense cage, the incense made from orchid grass mixed with the green smoke from burning ice yarn curls up, filling the room with fragrance.
Baochai has been waiting for a long time, and is now sitting on the pearwood chair where Jia Heng usually sits, holding a book and reading by candlelight.
A fifteen-year-old girl with bright eyes, white teeth, and a plump face. She wears a pink round-neck robe with peony embroidery and a golden pleated skirt with flowers. Under her thin brows with curved willow leaves, her face is as white as snow, with soft outlines.
Although the nose, mouth and lips are not painted with rouge, they are as bright red as peach blossoms.
At this moment, the study was as quiet as water. Except for the occasional rustling of rain through the forest leaves outside the window, there was only the occasional "brushing" sound of turning pages from the girl's hands.
Ying'er was sitting on the embroidered pillar outside the screen. Suddenly the light dimmed. She raised her eyes and looked at Jia Heng. She stood up and chuckled and called out, "Uncle Heng."
Jia Heng nodded without saying much, walked around the screen of peonies, entered the inner compartment, stared at the elegant girl sitting there, walked forward slowly, and called out: "Sister Xue."
Baochai put down the book, looked at it intently, their eyes met, and a trace of joy suddenly appeared in his eyebrows. He quickly stood up, saw the python robe the young man was wearing, and asked softly: "Brother Heng, you just came back from the Yamen.
?”
I just came back from the Yamen and came to see her...
Jia Heng chuckled lightly, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold the girl's slender catkin, it felt soft and delicate, and said: "I went to Wucheng Bingma Division in the afternoon, what was my sister looking at?"
He took the book on the table and flipped through it. It was a collection of poems.
Baochai said softly: "I just flipped through it casually."
Jia Heng sat down and gently took Baochai's hand, making him sit on his lap, hugging the plump girl, and said warmly: "Aunt asked you to come here because of the dinner at Lixiangyuan tomorrow?"
Baochai was not surprised that the boy opposite could guess the reason. His voice was slightly trembling and he said softly: "Brother, he will go to the Wucheng Army and Horses Division the day after tomorrow. Mom wants to treat you as a host."
Jia Heng's nose floated with the girl's fragrance, sweet and fragrant, and he said, "Then I'll go and have a look tomorrow."
"Brother Heng."
"What's wrong?" Jia Heng asked in surprise, his hand untying the buckle did not freeze at all.
Baochai's eyelashes trembled slightly and she said shyly: "Let's talk about business."
"Sister, just tell me what you want, I'm listening." Jia Heng restrained himself and unfastened his hands at a slightly slower speed.
Baochai's jade face was blushing, her apricot eyes were sparkling, her teeth bit her cherry lips, and she said: "At noon, the eldest master, and the second brother Lian and the others?"
Jia Heng whispered: "I told the old lady before, I can't take care of her."
Baochai said "hmm" and said, "The old lady wants to keep her title."
"It was difficult to talk to me in Rongqing Hall before, but I can tell my sister the whole story. My sister should not tell anyone else," Jia Heng said in a low voice.
When Baochai heard this, her jade face paused slightly, and sweetness arose in her heart, and she said, "Brother Heng, tell me."
"Both father and son have violated the law. No matter how much grace the Holy Father gives, it is not like this. Let alone the attention of all officials in the government and the public. Someone is impeaching me today. Even if he is to give grace, at least it is not now." Jia Heng said in a low voice.
: "As for what the old lady wants, Baoyu will inherit the title... Of course, she needs to be given time to lose her title."
Baochai nodded and said softly: "What about Xifuli?"
As he spoke, he paused and stopped talking.
Jia Heng's heart moved slightly and asked: "Sister, are you trying to say that there are no men working outside in Xifu?"
Baochai said: "When I went back, Ying'er was talking about this. I didn't care much about it."
"You and I are just like husband and wife. It's okay to have a little curiosity in our hearts." Jia Heng said softly.
I don’t know if it’s his illusion. How can I say, “I’m just like Concubine Yang, but I don’t have a good brother who can be like Yang Guozhong.” How can he not understand politics?
And politics is precisely the human heart and calculations.
It's just that the girl doesn't want to show him her scheming side.
Baochai's face turned slightly red and she softly said "hmm".
Jia Heng thought for a while and said: "It won't be long before I have my own plans."
Baochai realized something in her heart, and knew that the young man had already made an opinion, so she stopped asking him. Thinking of something, he said softly: "Brother Heng, after he leaves, I can't... come here again, can I?"
After all, it's not a long-term solution for her to come here every three days, and others will definitely become suspicious.
She actually hoped that he would take the initiative to look for him. As she came over again and again, she now felt that she took the initiative to come to the door and allowed herself to be frivolous. It was really a bit... shameless.
Jia Heng thought for a while and said: "Wenlong is in the prison, and he has three meals a day, food, clothing and daily life. My aunt must be very worried about it. These sisters should come and ask questions from time to time."
Baochai:"……"
Can there be such an excuse?
Why do I feel like something is wrong?
Jia Heng held the rich and soft gold lock, fiddled with the lock cylinder, and said softly: "I would like to talk to my sister, but I'm afraid that if I go too often, I will be gossiped about and it will not be good for my sister's reputation.
What do you think?"
It’s not that he can’t go to Xifu, or it’s because he has big goals and runs to Lixiangyuan every day. What’s going on?
"I...I know." Baochai's moist apricot eyes under her beautiful eyebrows narrowed slightly, her delicate body trembled, her cheeks were as white as frost and snow, winter was gone and spring was coming, as bright as clouds, and her voice was already trembling a little.
, gradually lost strength, and finally fell into Jia Heng's arms.
She leaned her head on Jia Heng's shoulder, and a few strands of hair on her temples swept across Jia Heng's face.
"In a while, the garden will be built in the house. It will take more than half a year, that is, this winter. By then, when my sister moves in, it will be cheaper for us to travel." Jia Heng thought for a while and felt that it would always be easier.
It was a bit difficult for Baochai to ask her to come over. She comforted her and said, "By the way, my sister's family's business is in Dongcheng. We can do business together. I'll go and ask my aunt tomorrow. If it's suitable, I'll do it too."
Go to Lixiangyuan and discuss with my sister more."
Baochai was speechless in response, but Yaobi let out a grunt from her nose, turned her head aside, and the burning cloud spread from her cheeks to her neck.
Jia Heng didn't say much. He pursed his pink lips and captured the sweetness.
After a while, Baochai closed her eyes tightly, raised her slender white neck, and let the golden locks be bitten. Her fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't say anything, just breathing lightly.
It wasn't until one hand went to untie his belt that he suddenly woke up, opened his apricot eyes with a gleam of moist light, and said in a shocked voice: "Brother Heng..."
If she didn't go through the door... then she really wouldn't be able to see anyone.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, hugged Baochai gently, pressed his face against the hot face, and said softly: "Sister, I didn't mean this."
Baochai lowered his eyebrows and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, if you really want to... you can propose marriage..."
Although she only has the title of concubine, which is not what she wants, but if it were him...
"When I said I would give my sister a birthright, why would I break my promise?" Jia Heng said warmly, smiling to himself and saying, "Actually, there is no need... there is another way to solve it."
Baochai's apricot eyes flashed slightly. For some reason, Fang's heart beat so hard that it almost reached her throat. Suddenly, she felt that her slender body was being held again and pulled downwards.
He retracted as if he was electrocuted and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng..."
Jia Heng sighed: "My sister doesn't even know how beautiful and charming she is. I pride myself on having extraordinary concentration, but my sister still makes people's hearts sway and it's hard to control myself."
Baochai's heart skipped a beat. Listening to those love words with a slightly helpless tone, joy and sweetness exploded in her heart. She was immediately ashamed and couldn't help herself. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. She just lowered her eyes slightly and said nothing.
How could she not know that the boy's love for her was deep in his bones.
Especially when she saw that young man with stern eyebrows surrounded by people in the rain, speaking softly in her ear, unable to put it down, not to mention burying him in a lock and lingering... It was hard for her to control herself.
In fact...she wasn't resisting just now.
Jia Heng said: "Okay, sister, I just couldn't help myself."
Baochai gave a gentle "hmm", her voice was like a mosquito, and she didn't say much.
…
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Ningguo Mansion, Xichun Courtyard
It was raining at dusk, and the sky was dark. Candles had already been lit in the house, and two figures, one large and one small, were projected on the windows.
Under the window, a petite girl with a bun in a bun is wearing an apricot-yellow magnolia embroidered satin round-neck robe. The girl is petite and with a bun in a bun. Across the chessboard, she is chatting with Miaoyu. The sound of rain outside the window can be heard.
The sound was ticking, ticking, hitting the roof tiles and the stone steps. The sounds were different in length, but they had a different meaning.
Since Miaoyu stayed in Dongfu, she and Xichun often talked together, and their relationship was extraordinary.
Xichun put down the chess pieces, raised her dew-like eyes, and looked at the nun opposite who was wearing a white silk monk's robe with a crane pattern. Her delicate and soft voice was as clear as a warbler's cry in the empty valley: "Sister, you seem a little absent-minded today?"
The day before yesterday, Miaoyu refused to let Xichun call her Master Miaoyu again, so Xichun could only change her words.
Miaoyu's face was as white as jade, with a faint look on her face, and she didn't know why she was absent-minded.
"Three games have been played today, and I may be feeling tired. You might as well come here first, so as not to delay your painting."
Xichun nodded in agreement, gathered the chess pieces into the chess box, and the sound of the chess pieces colliding was heard for a moment, and said: "I heard from Siqi next to the second sister that the niece of the eldest wife of Xifu, named Xing Xiuyan, is an old acquaintance of my sister.
The second sister said that she would come to visit with her in the next two days, but because she knew that sister Miaoyu likes to be quiet and would not dare to disturb her, she asked her in advance."
With a look of joy on Miaoyu's face, she said: "I heard her come the day before yesterday. I didn't expect to meet again in Shenjing. My sister passed a message to me. Since we are old friends, I should sweep the bed to welcome her."
At this moment, the maid came into the painting and whispered a few words under the eaves of the corridor. Without waiting for Xichun to ask, the maid entered the painting and entered the wing. When she saw Xichun, she intentionally lowered her voice with a hint of panic and said: "Girl, the eldest master of Xifu.
Something happened to Mr. He Lian."
Xichun frowned and raised her eyes, feeling a little puzzled for a moment.
Rong De entered the painting and briefly narrated the story. Xichun's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he asked: "What did Brother Heng say?"
Miaoyu also cast a curious look, feeling suspicious in her heart.
"The uncle said that this is a case that everyone in the court is watching, so it's not easy for the uncle to get involved." Ru Hua shook his head.
Xichun was silent for a moment and said, "Then let the uncle make the decision."
I remember that she stayed at Xifu, as if it was yesterday.
Thinking about this in my mind, I couldn't help but raise my eyes to look out the window. Seeing the shadows swaying in the wind, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
I haven’t been here since the Lantern Festival...for half a month.
Is there more than one person who is absent-minded?
