Chapter 667: If you can't do anything, you can seek appointment as a vassal
Ningguo Mansion
Jia Heng did not expect to cause Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang in Tianxiang Tower to feel uncomfortable.
The main thing is that Jia Heng really doesn't know what to give Baoyu, pen, ink, paper and inkstone. When has Baoyu ever lacked pen, ink, paper and inkstone? It can be said that everything good in Rongguo Mansion is given to Baoyu.
It's hot in the middle of summer. How about giving a folding fan when the weather is hot? Who might give the jade to tear it apart and play with it? Wouldn't it be insulting to give a rouge box?
So I just gave a few words of encouragement and nothing else.
But with Jia Heng's current identity and status, every move has profound meaning, and it is easy for others to read and understand him.
Everyone has it, except Baoyu. When he meets the kind of person who likes to think too much about everything, he starts to murmur. Does Jia Heng have some opinions about Baoyu? After all, he once reprimanded Baoyu for being a worm in the vat.
And even Jia Zheng, looking at Baoyu now, had an evil look in his eyes, and a surge of anger arose in his heart, this incompetent beast.
In fact, there are other reasons. Jia Zheng saw that some of the young children of the Jia clan, such as Jia Yun, Jia Fang, Jia Ling and others, had become powerful, while Baoyu still did not see any progress. As a parent, he was inevitably a little anxious.
Jia Heng was holding up the teacup and took a sip. When he saw Jia Zheng's face was gloomy, his eyes were cold and his mind was spinning, he already understood the reason. He looked at the pale Baoyu and said softly: "Baoyu, I have a pair of
I want to write to you."
As he said that, he turned around and ordered the boy to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After a while, the boy took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Facing Jia Zheng's surprised gaze, Jia Heng smiled and explained: "Baoyu lacks nothing in the house, so I will write a poem to Baoyu."
As soon as these words came out, Jia Zheng was very happy. This was much more elaborate than the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and jade pendant just now, and it also showed a bit of solemn expectation.
He asked anxiously: "Brother Heng, do you want to write a poem for this evil beast?" After all, it was a good day to worship ancestors, so the evil beast in his mouth became a evil obstacle.
"Hmm." When the rice paper was spread out, Jia Heng picked up his pen to write, and saw Qing Jun's cursive handwriting appearing clearly on the rice paper, like flowing water.
"The river flows day by day, and it is difficult to stop the passing of the east wave. The Xihe sun rushes forward, and it is difficult to return to Luyang Ge. I am full of food all day long, and the years pass by. I regret that I have lost my time, and I am a barren man. There is nothing left to do with the floating water, and the frost remains.
Sha. Mianzhan, Mianzhan, be careful not to lament or regret."
This is a poem to encourage people to study. It is a poem "Cherish the Sun" written by Zhu Jing, a poet of the Qing Dynasty. The general idea is to persuade people to cherish their time and study hard. Although it is not as good as Yan Zhenqing's "black hair does not know how to study hard early, white hair will regret studying late"
A classic that everyone talks about.
But fortunately, because of its novelty, neat meter, and meaningful meaning, no one has read it, thinking it was written specifically for Baoyu.
Jia Heng put down the brush and waited for the writing to dry. He looked at Baoyu with gentle eyes and advised: "Baoyu should study hard in the future and live up to the expectations of your parents, your sister and the clan."
Hearing this, Baoyu felt that Jia Heng's words were not very pleasant, but under Jia Zheng's intense gaze, he did not dare to neglect and responded in a low voice: "Thank you, Brother Heng, for the poem."
Jia Heng turned to look at Jia Zheng and said, "Master Zheng, don't be too harsh on Baoyu. Compared with before, Baoyu has made great progress."
Baoyu Bizhi's original work, for various reasons, indeed went to school to study.
Jia Zheng nodded. Seeing that Baoyu had received a good poem from Jia Heng, he couldn't help but feel happy. He said, "Ziyu, now that you are back in Beijing, you should teach him more."
Jia Heng said softly: "Don't worry, Mr. Zheng, I'm obsessed with Baoyu." After saying that, Jia Heng began to accept the toasts from the Jia clan's children.
Tianxiang Building, second floor
Hearing that Baoyu got nothing, Jia Mu couldn't help but sigh.
Sister Feng smiled at the side and explained: "Old ancestor, Baoyu is lacking everything now, but he lacks brother Heng's encouragement and advice. Now is not the right time."
Aunt Xue also smiled and said, "Isn't that right? When Baoyu gets older, he can take the academic examination."
After the two people explained their explanations, Jia Mu felt much lighter and said with a smile: "What Feng Yatou said is that Baoyu has never lacked anything. I was thinking just now that Baoyu didn't get in this time."
Xue, Brother Heng may be disappointed in him."
That’s right. I don’t have any gems, pens, ink, paper, inkstones, or jade pendants. When has my family ever had these?
Brother Heng must have known this, so he simply didn't send Baoyu as a gift, but only gave him a few words of encouragement. On the contrary, he encouraged him a few words, and became closer to him. This was because he didn't treat Baoyu as an outsider.
Yuan Chun was sitting at the bottom, with his beautiful eyes twinkling under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows, holding a handkerchief.
She is a beauty in the shape of Jia Heng from the inside out. Naturally, she does not feel that Jia Heng is targeting her younger brother, but that she has a deeper meaning.
Baochai was sitting not far away, her beautiful eyebrows were condensed, her watery apricot eyes flashed, she took in everyone's expressions, reached out to pick up the tea cup on the small table, and took a sip.
At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of "dengdeng" coming from the wooden stairs, and another nun came up the stairs and said, "Old lady, Uncle Heng wrote a poem to Mr. Bao."
"Write a poem?" When Jia Mu heard this, she was surprised and said in surprise.
Tanchun and Daiyu, who were whispering this, looked at each other with eyes as bright as stars. However, they were quite surprised.
Tanchun said curiously: "Brother Heng hasn't written a poem for a long time? I don't know what poem he wrote this time?" Daiyu's starry eyes flashed, and she also had some curiosity in her heart.
Xiangyun smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Heng is busy with other things outside. Apart from writing storybooks, it seems that he hasn't written any poetry for a long time."
Even Qin Keqing, who was sitting aside, heard a bit of surprise when he heard this, and his beautiful black eyes were looking forward to it under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows. Has your husband written a poem?
Although Qin Keqing is not as obsessed with poetry as ordinary young literary girls, it is still a bit novel at the moment.
Seeing everyone's interest, Sister Feng rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Ping'er, go down and have a look, copy it up quickly and let everyone see what the poem is?"
Ping'er responded quickly, then went down the stairs to take the poem written by Jia Heng. After a while, the copied poem was delivered up and everyone in Tianxiang Tower circulated it.
Daiyu looked at the handwriting on it attentively, then finished reading it. Facing Xiangyun's gaze, she chuckled and said, "This is a poem to encourage brother Bao to study. It's sincere and the words are sincere."
Just like "A border of spring leeks, ten miles of peach blossoms, there is no hunger or discouragement in the prosperous age, so there is no need to be busy with farming and weaving." Daiyu is also capable of writing poems. However, the poems of the Ming and Qing Dynasties generally do not have the openness, grandeur and romance of Tang poetry.
, but it is more elegant and refined, and is made with ingenuity.
In fact, in the eyes of literary critics, in addition to Tang poetry, Yu poetry is quite original, because the Tang people, as bright as stars, have written all kinds of good poems in various styles and artistic conceptions.
As Wang Guowei said, each generation has its own literature, the style of Chu, the poetry of Han, the parallelism of the Six Dynasties, the lyrics of Song, the music of Yuan, the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
In a word, it is a qualified high-quality poem, but it is still far from the level of a famous poem handed down from generation to generation. However, this is exactly the level of couplet poems in ordinary life. To throw out a famous poem handed down from generation to generation at every turn will only make people feel that it is a masterpiece.
unexpected.
In Xiangyun, when visiting Chun, Baochai circulated the poems and discussed them softly. Finally, they passed around and fell into the hands of Yuan Chun, who was sitting under Mrs. Wang.
Wearing a dress with peony stamens embroidered on a light yellow background, a beautiful woman with a gold-winged crested hairpin in her cloud-like hair. Her soft jade hands gently unfolded the scroll. Under Lianjuan's eyebrows, she had a gorgeous face.
He looked calm and happy, his skin was white and pink, and it seemed as if water could come out when he pinched it.
Well, a mature, beautiful, graceful and gorgeous beauty, with every frown and smile, she has a sense of déjà vu as if she were a concubine of the Yuan Dynasty visiting a bride, and looking at all the golden hairpins.
Jia Mu also read the poem, then handed it to Qin Keqing, smiled and said, "It's hard for Brother Heng to put so much thought into writing a poem to encourage Baoyu to study."
Now I am satisfied. It can be said that in Jia Mu's heart, Baoyu will always be a special one.
The cold look in the wrinkles at the corners of Mrs. Wang's eyes could not help but fade a bit, and the prayer beads she was holding in her hand began to turn gently again.
Aunt Xue was puzzled when she saw Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang's expressions softening.
One is still a spoiled child of the housewife, and the other has become an important military minister who keeps his word.
The former is seeking the latter's approval. Although Aunt Xue doesn't understand what dimensionality reduction strikes are, the difference between clouds and mud, like a chasm in the sky, is real.
"Pan'er may have said it right. People like Brother Heng are like dragons and phoenixes. No one in the younger generation can compare with him. How great would it be if he hadn't gotten married? He's so young, why are he so anxious to get married?
"Aunt Xue was thinking this and couldn't help but glance at Qin Keqing, who was concentrating on reading poetry.
In the afternoon, all the guests dispersed, and Jia Heng also returned to the back house. Together with Qin Keqing, he sent Jia Mu and others back to Rongguo Mansion, then thought about it and headed to Yuanchun Courtyard.
The sun was setting in the west and the sky was full of sunset. Xiren was walking in the corridor with a straight face. Suddenly he saw Jia Heng coming around the corner from the corridor. The girl's beautiful face was overflowing with surprise and she called out: "Uncle Heng."
Jia Heng looked at the attacker with gentle eyes and asked, "Where are you girls?"
It's not good to be too close to Yuanchun at home. I just came over to see and talk to Yuanchun. It's been so long since I've been back and I haven't spoken to Yuanchun alone, so I miss him a little.
"It's in the house." Xiren smiled and said softly.
Jia Heng nodded and walked into the side room. The room was quite spacious, and a fragrance like orchid and musk deer came to the nostrils, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Yuan Chun also heard the conversation between Jia Heng and Xi Ren in the corridor. The beautiful woman with plump figure and good face came out from the inner curtain and said in surprise: "Brother Heng, why are you here?"
I originally thought that he would spend more time with Keqing and the others, but unexpectedly he came to look for her now.
Jia Heng looked at the hibiscus-faced beauty, smiled, and said, "Come and see eldest sister, what are you doing?" Yuan Chun said softly, "It's been lively over there for a while, and I feel a little tired now.
I'm about to lie there and take a rest." Jia Heng said: "Then I didn't disturb eldest sister, right?"
"How could that be?" Yuanchun glanced at Baoqin, asked him to go to the outside, and then led Jia Heng to the inner room.
In the inner compartment, Jia Heng sat on Yuan Chun's embroidered couch, took the beauty's soft and delicate hands, looked at Yuan Chun with gentle eyes, and said: "Sister, you haven't been to the eldest princess's house in the past two days?"
Because in Rongguo Mansion, you have to avoid taboos after all, so you can only hold hands and talk. Otherwise, if Mrs. Wang comes in and sees him and Yuan Chun falling in love, loving each other, she will crush the beads in anger?
Yuan Chun's beautiful eyebrows were curved, her eyes looked at Jia Heng with joy, and she said softly: "If Brother Heng is not coming back these two days, His Highness Jinyang will allow me to come back for a few days, and I will leave after two days."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "There are many people in the house, so in a few days, I will go to the eldest princess's house with my eldest sister. I miss my eldest sister."
"Yes." Yuanchun lowered his head, his cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, and his heart was filled with sweetness. Why did she come here to look for her? She really missed her.
Jia Heng looked at the plump and charming beauty.
Yuanchun didn't know if it was because he was over 10 years old and his body was completely open, or because of the continuous development of his past. He was so beautiful, especially the charming charm at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, which made people feel itchy and went down his beautiful neck, which was so white.
Like snow, round like the moon, it’s the one that I like more and more the more I look at it, secretly thinking, no wonder people in the Tang Dynasty regarded plumpness and being slightly chubby as beauty.
Jia Heng was a little moved, so he came closer and looked for the familiar lips.
"Brother Heng, eh~" Yuan Chun raised his eyes to look at Jia Heng, slowly closing his beautiful eyes, his snowy shoulders trembling slightly.
After a long time, Yuan Chun snuggled in Jia Heng's arms, her red lips and jade face as red as peach pistils, and asked softly: "Brother Heng just wrote a poem for Baoyu?"
Jia Heng piled a snowman and said softly: "It's just to encourage students to learn. Big sister, in fact, Baoyu can study in the school, and it will be a big improvement for him to take the exam."
When Yuan Chun heard this, his beautiful eyes showed emotion, and he said softly: "Let Brother Heng worry about it."
Jia Heng hugged Yuan Chun, placed a small blue moon earring on his earlobe, and whispered softly: "Sister, who told me to be his brother-in-law."
When Yuan Chun heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly, her heart was filled with embarrassment, her eyes were as bright as water, and she said angrily: "Brother Heng, you are talking nonsense again." "It's true." Jia Heng said softly: "Sister, don't worry in the future.
Yes, I will take care of him."
"Um."
Yuan Chun snorted, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and joy in his heart, and did not continue to defend himself. He gently grabbed Jia Heng's hand that was moving toward the train, and whispered: "Brother Heng, sometimes the third sister loves me, don't let it happen."
She saw it."
Jia Heng's subordinate paused and said, "Well, let's stop making trouble. In fact, I just want to see if eldest sister misses me." Yuan Chun: "
Does she want to have anything to do with it? Hum, Hengdi made fun of her again
Not mentioning that Jia Heng and Yuan Chun reunited after their separation and got tired of being together, but said——
The night is hazy, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse on a summer night. In Yang's study room, the lights are brightly lit and the figures are looking forward to it.
Yang Guochang was dressed in casual clothes and sat on the Taishi chair behind the writing desk. Several important party members were also sitting on several pear-wood back chairs not far away.
There are three Qi party officials including Pang Shilang, the minister of etiquette, Liu Yuzhong, the imperial wine minister, and Peng Ye, the left deputy censor. In addition, there are two censors in charge of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. These are just part of the Qi party's power in the Han Dynasty.
Small portion.
Peng Ye, the deputy censor on the left, had an aggressive look and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, tomorrow we will meet at court to discuss the candidate for governor of Henan. As far as I know, the people of Zhejiang are gearing up and ready to make a move."
Yang Guochang's old eyes were filled with coldness, and he asked, "Do you know who they are planning to push?"
Peng Ye said: "Your Excellency, I have also heard about it, but I am not sure about the specific candidates. I heard that there are Yude, the censor of Youqiandu, Lang Yurong, the governor of Jiangnan Province, and Guo Yongchang, the minister of Taichang Temple. That's all.
Personal choice is suitable."
Peng Ye obviously has a special information channel. In fact, the officials who are suitable for the card position all know each other's ins and outs.
Yang Guochang frowned and said: "The southern part of Henan is in chaos and needs a capable official to pacify it. The people they recommended lack practical talent and rush to supervise the place, which is embarrassing for their duties!"
Peng Ye said: "Prime Minister Yang, I have the same intention as a subordinate. It's just that Zhou Dezhen, the former governor of Henan, Sun Long, the chief envoy, and others are afraid that the Holy One is biased."
Former Henan governors Zhou Dezhen and Sun Long were members of the Qi Party, but they have been proven to be greedy and cruel officials.
Yang Guochang said: "There is another hidden story behind the Henan rebellion, which has nothing to do with this court election. The Holy One will shine brightly for thousands of miles, and will not express his anger rashly, unless we recommend a candidate."
At this point, the old man looked at Peng Ye, the censor of the left deputy capital, and said: "Tomorrow, if something cannot be done, you can seek the appointment of the vassal, and we will make plans the next day."
According to the "Han Hui Dian" in the Longzhi period, the Han governor ordered the second rank, while the vassal was also the second rank, but the former was an imperial envoy and was awarded the king's flag. As a rule, he also added the title of right deputy censor of the capital and minister of war.
, so there are many restrictions on the chief envoy in terms of authority.
In fact, in later generations, the strict superior-subordinate relationship between governors and chief envoys was not established until the Qianlong period. However, because the Han system did not set the minister as the first rank like the Qing system, the minister was still admitted to the cabinet according to merit and merit.
Senior officials were added to the rank of Sangong and Sangu. For example, Yang and Han had the fictitious title of Taifu, Shaoshi and other civil officials respectively. After Li Zan came to Zhenbei, he also had the fictitious title of Shaobao.
Peng Ye frowned and said worriedly: "It's okay to be a lower official. It's just that people from Zhejiang are now ganging up and being aggressive."
In recent years, the Zhejiang Party has indeed used the power of the civil service to install party members. In other words, after Emperor Chongping succeeded to the throne, he deliberately showed favor to the people of Zhejiang in order to consolidate the imperial power "inherited" from the Supreme Emperor.
Yang Guochang raised his eyes to look at the night outside and said firmly: "The Holy Father will not let people from Zhejiang serve as the governor of Henan. Zhejiang people are in Jiangnan, Zhejiang and other southern provinces as well as the six tribes of Jinling. There are party members everywhere and many disciples, such as the ministers of Henan.
One person, the world is for the people of the world? Or is it the world for the people of Zhejiang?"
One sentence shocked everyone's minds, as if the fog had dispersed and they suddenly became enlightened.
Pang Shilang's eyes flickered and he whispered: "What Enxiang said is true. However, Enxiang, I am still worried that Yongning Boxu will use the governor's Henan affairs to interfere in the affairs."
"He is a martial artist, so what qualifications do he have to recommend a candidate for governor? Besides, his foundation is shallow and there is no one around him." Yang Guochang said calmly with a faint look in his eyes.
Liu Yuzhong nodded, twirling his beard with his hand, and said: "We have separated the military and political affairs of the Han Dynasty. His previous governor-general of the military and political affairs of Henan has made it expedient. I heard that he even sent troops to intervene in the banditry in Shandong, and to deal with the Shandong banditry.
The Eastern Admiral Lu Qiyi's arrogance has ruined the country's laws and regulations. Now that the Central Plains has been settled and hundreds of industries are waiting to be promoted, how can he be allowed to make random comments on the selection of ministers in the border areas?"
Pang Shilang's eyes were filled with coldness, and he said: "I'm afraid that my son will be proud of being the emperor's favored minister and will not know how to advance or retreat, and my son and his friends from Zhejiang will work together as daughters, and they will collude with each other. We have to guard against each other."
Yang Guochang said: "Don't pay attention to me, my dear. Your Majesty knows it well. If he doesn't abide by his duties as a minister, he may not have to wait until the war in Northern Xinjiang is defeated."
"If Enxiang said this, who will be the governor of Henan tomorrow?" Liu Yuzhong asked. Yang Guochang said: "The Holy Heart has made a decision, and non-Northern scholars cannot take the position."
At this moment, Yang Guochang really didn't know Jia Heng's idea, because Jia Heng had not shown any involvement in the selection of governor before, and as for Zhongjing Hou Shi Ding, he was even more subtle.
Pang Shilang then said: "Mr. En, as well as the candidates for the river governor, there have been frequent disagreements between the Ministry of Water Transport and the Hedao Yamen. At this time, we should take the opportunity to integrate the powers of the two departments and straighten out the management system to prevent left and right constraints."
When Yang Guochang heard this, his eyes showed thinking, and immediately he said in agreement: "The Nanhe Yamen and the Water Transport Ministry are responsible for rivers and water transport. The affairs of the two are often intertwined, so they cannot be ordered to go out of multiple doors, especially when the Nanhe River is diverted to water transport again.
If there are any obstacles, it is more necessary for one person to take overall responsibility, and the Holy One also has the intention of uniting the two departments."
Pang Shilang said: "Your Excellency, the Nanhe Yamen is no better than the governor of Henan. Is it possible that the children's society is secretly communicating with people from Zhejiang?"
But Peng Ye smiled and said, "Don't worry, Da Da. When I was in Huai'an, I saw that Yong Ning Bo and the Zhejiang people were at odds with each other because of the floods in the Nanhe River. Shen Fang, the governor of Liangjiang, even bullied Yong Ning Bo Nian. "Young man, I saw a few arguments."
"Is there another matter?" Liu Yuzhong, the Imperial Academy, was surprised and said, "Shen Fang is the most powerful governor in the world. If he comes to Beijing, he is afraid of joining the cabinet. Isn't this Uncle Yong Ning very close to the Zhejiang Party?"
Yang Guochang pondered and said: "My child is arrogant and arrogant. How could he ever take the world seriously? He used military aircraft to control the government and created chaos. The people of Zhejiang were patient before, but they wanted to deal with me. Now I am as safe as a rock. They are also fighting with me." , it’s simply ridiculous.”
