Jia Hui appeared in front of everyone wearing a purple narrow-sleeved robe with shoulder-length sleeves and knee-padded robe, a brocade double-breasted long body armor, and a single sword hanging at his waist.
"My son, my son, come and save your father!" Jia She, who was still lying on the ground just now, struggled to get up, but was in too much pain to get up, so he could only stretch out his hands weakly towards Jia Hui.
"Oh, Dad, I'm late!"
When Jia Hui saw Jia She lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, unable to get up, he felt anxious and wanted to go in and help him.
"Hey, hey, who let you in?" With his back to King Zhongshun, he jumped out and stretched out his hand to stop Jia Hui.
"Hey you..." The dog's legs moved so fast that King Zhongshun didn't have time to stop him.
Snapped!
Jia Hui didn't even look at him, and hit him in the face with a wave of her right hand. In an instant, the man's face was sunken, and his two eyeballs were squeezed out, hanging precariously on his face. The man fell straight to the ground, making no sound.
"How presumptuous! Jia Hui, do you still think of me..."
Snapped!
Jia Hui slapped King Zhongshun to the ground with a backhand slap. King Zhongshun looked at Jia Hui in disbelief.
In the past, it was okay to hit him, but now that he has become the king, Jia Hui still dares to hit him!
"You are all dead, beat him quickly!" King Zhongshun shouted. Only then did the guards wake up from a dream and stopped them.
boom!
The door of the room was knocked open again, and the fifty personal soldiers brought by Jia Hui and five old dandy's personal soldiers rushed in and confronted the palace guards.
They were originally here to have fun, so the old dudes didn't bring many people with them. However, when they saw someone rushing into their master's room, a group of people immediately rushed to fight, and were entangled by the palace guards. Only Jia She's young man saw him. When things got bad, he slipped out to bring in reinforcements.
"My son, daddy's body hurts so much, hit him!" Jia She, who had been going smoothly for decades, had never suffered such grievances and wanted to take revenge on the spot.
"Hey, eldest nephew, don't be impulsive. He is a prince after all, and he won't be unreasonable. It will be enough for him if I wait for him tomorrow. You just slapped him to vent your anger. There is no need to do it again. This is an unexpected incident!" Seeing that Jia Hui was really going to beat King Zhongshun again, Liu Fang quickly grabbed Jia Hui and started to persuade him, and the other three people also gathered around to persuade him.
Although they were also beaten badly, they have been living with their tail between their legs over the years and have become less courageous. They will not cause trouble if they can.
"Forget it, son, help dad up, his back hurts..."
"Then let's go to the medical clinic and take a look."
Jia Hui supported Jia She and walked out happily.
When passing by King Zhongshun who was covering his face and about to stand up, Jia Hui pointed his toe on King Zhongshun's chest. The sudden push caused him to fall to the ground on his back, clutching his chest and howling.
"Damn Jia Hui, I will read your book tomorrow!"
"Whatever." Jia Hui didn't even look at him, and helped Jia She out.
"Oh, my dear nephew, why do you want to kick him so much? Isn't it enough to catch people's attention?" Liu Fang was puzzled.
"It's as if if I don't kick him, he will let me go. Don't worry, Shibo. He will tell me whether my nephew kicks me or not. After all, I slapped him, so I just kicked him again to enjoy it." .”
"Hey, as long as you have an idea about that wise nephew."
After leaving Yixiang Building, I found the nearest big medical center and had the doctor check it out. The five old dudes were not hypocritical people and they had to be treated by the imperial doctor. The doctor checked and found that there were all flesh wounds, but they were all injured. Just in case the bones and internal organs were injured, I prescribed some warming prescriptions, then bandaged them and went back to their homes.
On the carriage, Jia Hui casually took a look at the prescriptions for warming the internal organs and put them aside. As a prince for many generations, his family had these prescriptions for warming the internal organs and bones. Many of them were even from the previous dynasty. An ancient recipe passed down from generation to generation.
"Oh, son, I'm so sorry for the beating you and I have..." Jia She leaned aside and mumbled weakly.
"Dad, it's okay. It was Zhongshun who took action first and was unreasonable. He asked his second uncle to write an impeachment memorial tonight. Tomorrow morning, I will join him and several relatives to write a copy for him!" Jia Hui's face was expressionless.
"Even if I didn't participate, I would take a few brothers to put Chen Lang's sack on him. I wouldn't be able to bear it."
"Oh, be careful. My father is incompetent. He is imprisoned by the princelings. He will not be able to make any progress in this life. It's wrong for you to carry this family at an age when you should be heartless and angry." After saying this, Jia She closed in pain. He closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows with his right hand, looking helpless.
"Nothing, being a playboy is not as interesting as being a general." After Jia Hui finished speaking, he fell silent.
Silence also fell in the carriage.
In fact, Jia Hui has always envied his dog father.
Born into a noble family, the Jia family was at its peak when he was born. Ning Rong and his two brothers were in their prime, and their father, Jia Daishan, had also begun to show his talents and became a new noble in the army.
Jia She grew up in such an environment. As the eldest son of Jia Jiarong's government, he was doted on by the elders of the Jia and Shi families. After the death of the old people, Jia Daishan became Jia She's biggest supporter, proud of Yanjing and the prince. We call ourselves brothers.
That is to say, after Prince Li's mutiny and the rise of Jia Hui, he suffered a lot in the past few years, but compared to the officials in the former Prince's Mansion, they only had their official career cut off, which was nothing serious in comparison.
At most, the old lady was partial to the second wife and suffered a little injustice.
When he was knighted, the dog's father suddenly became the prince's father, and he had someone to support him.
It can be said that the dog's father, Jia She, has had a smooth life. He inherited the title of first-class general in Rongguo Mansion without doing anything, and in the blink of an eye he became a prominent figure in the court.
Unlike me, I have to fight for everything by myself. After years of fighting, my body is covered with scars.
He also wants to be a careless dude who spends all day laughing and proud of the capital with his brothers.
. . . . . .
"Old lady, what uncle and brother Hui did was really unwise. Prince Zhongshun is the prince of Daqi. How noble. Brother Hui dared to slap him, and uncle didn't even stop him. The general election is about to happen. If King Zhongshun intervenes and affects Sister Yuan’s election, what should we do!”
As soon as they returned to the house, the father and son were called to the Rongxi Hall by the old lady. They had just finished giving the old lady a gift, but before they could sit down, Wang spoke first.
"Brother Hui, Sister Yuan is your sister. If King Zhongshun intervenes and delays Sister Yuan's election, can you, the elder brother, be worthy of your conscience! Why don't Second Aunt please ask your uncle Wang to let him Make peace with King Zhongshun, go and apologize, and your sister Yuan’s election comes first!"
Jia Hui knocked on the melon seeds and ignored him. Jia She next to him also rolled his eyes.
Even the old lady seemed to know Mrs. Wang for the first time.
"For the second son, let's not talk about Chen Lang. Let's talk about Wang Ziteng. Wang Ziteng is only the commander of a regiment of 3,000 battalions. In terms of official position, he is still below Brother Hui. What do you think of him? Does Teng have such dignity to let a prince and a general make peace?"
The old lady didn't understand Mrs. Wang's brain circuit.
"How is it possible? Brother Hui is the commander of the 3,000 Battalion of the Beijing Camp, and my second brother is also the commander of the 3,000 Battalion. How can he not be qualified to make peace with the same official position?" Mrs. Wang said with a matter-of-fact expression.
"Tsk!" Jia She couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Why, uncle thinks that my sister-in-law said something wrong?" Mrs. Wang felt offended when she heard Jia She's laughter.
Jia She just smiled and drank tea again.
"Second aunt, my nephew's name is the commander of the Three Thousand Battalions of the Beijing Camp, and the commander of the Fenwu Camp Three Thousand Battalions, one of the twelve regiments of the Beijing Camp, Wang Ziteng, are completely different!" Jia Hui said. I couldn't help but explain to Mrs. Wang.
"You should be called Uncle Wang!" Mrs. Wang said dissatisfied, "And they are both commanders of the Three Thousand Battalion. What's the difference?"
"Zi Teng!"
"You!" Mrs. Wang was about to speak, but the old lady stopped Mrs. Wang.
"Okay, from the second brother's family, don't think that I don't know where your second brother's 20,000 taels of silver came from!"
"Twenty thousand taels of silver!" Upon hearing the money, Jia She, who was originally indifferent, immediately perked up and stared at Mrs. Wang fiercely.
"Boss, please leave this matter alone!" The old lady glared at Jia She. Jia She was helpless, snorted coldly, leaned back on the chair and sulked.
"Hmph, he is greedy for merit, disobeys military orders, and resorts to some crooked ways to get promoted. How dare he deserve to be called uncle? What a fool!"
"You are so presumptuous!" Wang Ziteng can be said to be Mrs. Wang's biggest supporter. When he heard Jia Hui commenting on his brother like this, he was about to scold him. When he saw Jia Mu looking at him indifferently, he could only retract his anger and said with He looked at Jia Hui with sinister eyes.
Jia Hui ignored her, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea.
"The difference between me and that Wang Ziteng lies in this 'du'. This capital camp is divided into twelve regiment camps. Each regiment camp has its own Shenji camp, three thousand camp and five army camp. In other words, this entire There are a total of 12 Three Thousand Battalions and 12 commanders in the Beijing camp, and Wang Ziteng is one of them.
I am different. I am the commander-in-chief of the entire 12 3,000 battalions of the Beijing camp. I am the general manager of the cavalry in the Beijing camp. All cavalry in the Beijing camp must obey me. This is the "capital commander". Auntie, do you understand?
Still don’t understand? That is to say, the 12 commanders of the Three Thousand Battalion, including your brother Wang Ziteng, must obey me. Do you understand? "
Mrs. Wang squeezed the rosary in her hand tightly, forcing herself not to curse out loud. He also understood that he was able to steal 20,000 taels of silver from the father-in-law because he was completely exposed under the eyes of the old lady. It was a shame for him to think that he had done it. The ghost is unaware of it!
In order not to offend the old lady, I could only swallow this humiliation in my stomach.
"Son, my daughter-in-law is feeling unwell and has to leave." After saying that, the old lady left without waiting for a word.
There are only three generations left in Rongxi Hall.
"Brother Hui, is there really no way to resolve the situation with King Zhongshun?"
"Mom, that guy Chen Kuan has been on the same level as our family since that incident!" Jia She got angry when he mentioned King Zhongshun, and quickly stood up and said to Jia Mu.
"Well, forget it, who in the civil and military circles of this dynasty doesn't have an enemy or a political opponent? Then let's leave this matter as it is. Then, how will Sister Yuan arrange the election?"
Jia's mother stared at Jia Hui and said, this matter has nothing to do with Jia She who was cut off from his official career. Now there are only two people who can decide Yuanchun's fate, one is his biological father Jia Zheng and the other is Jia Hui.
Needless to say, biological father Jia Zheng, Jia Hui, as the pillar of the entire Jia family and the one with the highest title, is qualified to decide to send clan girls for marriage. Sometimes Jia Hui's decision is even greater than Jia Zheng's decision.
"The old lady and the second uncle want Sister Yuan to marry into the royal family, which is fine, but her status is a little lower. The eldest daughter of the second wife of the Rongguo Mansion is, after all, the eldest daughter of a fifth-rank official family. Now, she can only I can run for election as the granddaughter of Duke Xianrong.
Fortunately, our family has not been divided yet, and there is currently no legitimate prince. Her status is barely enough to be a royal concubine, so I chose the current fourth prince, my deceased brother, the Yiyong Prince Chen Jingyuan. " Jia Hui stopped after speaking, drank tea, and waited for Jia Mu's reaction.
"The fourth prince, is he the child of Concubine Wu whose mother was a palace maid? His family background is low and he doesn't have the main force of his mother's family. What else is there? It's gone?" Mother Jia thought for a moment and continued to ask.
"No, the rest are either not familiar with each other, or have a bad relationship. You can't find someone from the loyal clan, right? After all, it's just King Zhongxin, right?"
That's not someone to be easy to deal with. With Concubine Zhen's domineering attitude in the palace, what good things can she produce? "Jia Hui didn't like King Zhongxin, especially his mother, Princess Zhen. She said they were old relatives of the two families, but in fact she seemed to treat herself as a servant.
"After all, our Jia family and Zhen family are close relatives!" Jia's mother wanted Yuan Chun to marry King Zhongxin, who had a higher family background.
"No, I'm an old relative, but is there a family with the surname Zhen among the founding nobles? If it weren't for the fact that the emperor was raised by Lady Feng Sheng, his Zhen family was a silk merchant, but he wasn't even from the Cao Gang. The emperor was in his prime in the Spring and Autumn Period , only the Zhen family can be the dominant force in Jinling. If something unspeakable happens, what does the Zhen family mean? Remember, there are wet nurses today!" Jia Hui firmly opposed being related to the Zhen family.
"But our Jia family and Zhen family were relatives before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Your great-great-grandmother was born in the Zhen family, a serious family." Mother Jia wanted to struggle again.
"Old relative? What kind of old relative does he start poaching his relatives as soon as he becomes powerful? Could it be that grandma doesn't know that the only remaining member of the Jinling clan who still follows us is Xue Linli, King of Jia Shi!"
"What! The Zhen family went too far!" Even the old lady was angry this time. I treat you as a relative, but you treat me as your enemy!
The old lady clutched her chest and gasped for breath. Jia She and Jia Hui quickly stepped forward to help the old lady breathe, and it took a while for her to calm down.
"Brother Hui, this matter depends on you. It's Prince Yiyong. Can you guarantee that Prince Yiyong will treat Sister Yuan well?" Jia Hui was a little stunned. He was talking about family interests just now, and the next sentence was about treating Sister Yuan well. Is it good or not?
"Of course it will be fine. Grandson and Chen Si are dead brothers who walked through the desert and reached the plateau together. If you can't believe this, then no one can believe it either.
What's more, our Sister Yuan is so excellent, who wouldn't like her? Even if we don’t see each other in eye-to-eye, Chen Si has promised that we will respect each other as guests, and we will definitely have the eldest son with Mr. Yuan Jieer..."
Poof!
The sound of wood falling to the ground was heard outside the house, followed by a burst of messy footsteps, running farther and farther away.
Inside the house, the grandfather and grandson looked at each other and smiled.
"Old lady, Dad, the child has something to do, so he will go back first."
After I resigned from the old lady and Jia She, I saw a wooden tray falling to the ground as soon as I went out. There was a porcelain plate on it that almost fell out, but the snacks in the porcelain plate were scattered on the floor and were no longer edible.
He smiled and walked towards the backyard. As the elder brother, Jia Hui really felt that marrying Chen Si was a good marriage. It was much better than Xiaoxuan in the original work who entered the palace and served others for nearly ten years, but the matter of getting married was ultimately related to Yuan Chun. For a lifetime of happiness, it is better to ask the person involved for his opinion. If you really don’t want to get married, then let him go.
Jia Hui found Yuan Chun crumpled into a ball in the flower hall in the backyard, being comforted by a musical instrument.
"Uncle Hui!" Baoqin saluted quickly when he saw Jia Hui coming over.
Yuan Chun also reacted, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saluted Jia Hui.
"Brother Hui."
Jia Hui looked at the slim girl and felt filled with emotion.
When he was a child, Jia Zhu was forced by his father to study. Mrs. Wang had to take care of the house and could not take care of the young Yuanchun. At that time, Yuanchun would either play with the old lady in Rongxi Hall, or go to Lixiangyuan to play with his grandfather and himself. .
It can even be said that Yuanchun's brother Jia Zhu didn't spend as long with her as Yuanchun spent with her.
"Sister Yuan has grown up." Jia Hui said with emotion.
Yuanchun smiled sweetly.
"Come, sit down and tell me about your marriage. What do you think?" Jia Hui looked at the girl in front of him who had a somewhat... graceful temperament.
Among the four sisters, Yuanchun is graceful and luxurious, Yingchun is weak, Tanchun is cheerful and smart, and Xichun is still a meat dumpling with nothing to show for it.
The three sisters who grew up eating the same meal developed different temperaments and personalities as they grew older.
Yuanchun was silent for a moment and then said.
"My sister was born and raised in the Jia family. I enjoy everything my family has given me. My sister will definitely contribute her own strength to the Jia family.
Besides, my sister often listens to Baoqin and the women who can leave the house talking about the princes and princes. Prince Yiyong sounds like a good match. The fourth prince and sister's marriage is decided by the brother. "
After saying that, she shut her mouth tightly. For a fifteen-year-old girl, talking about her marriage so straightforwardly means that she has a generous personality. Otherwise, if it were the Spring Festival, she would faint from shyness before she could even say anything. It's over, right?
"Actually, you don't have to marry the prince. You and I have grown up together, and my brother will not force you. If you want to marry a scholar like your aunt like your aunt, my brother will also support you. , at least my family can still help."
"No need, my brother and the fourth prince are close friends, and he knows his character best. Even my brother said that the fourth prince is a good match, so there is no need for my sister to choose."
After saying that, Yuan Chun raised his head and looked at Jia Hui, his apricot eyes shining brightly.
"Besides, my brother will never lie to Yuanchun, and my sister believes in him!"
Jia Hui blushed and felt a little guilty, but it quickly disappeared.
Marrying into the royal family is also an opportunity for Yuan Chun to change his life. Even if Yuan Chun can marry a new scholar like his aunt Jia Min, with the help of his natal family, he will live a smooth life.
But Yuan Chun, who was born in the Duke's palace, was far more arrogant and arrogant than his aunt Jia Min, and was taught by his mother who was born in the Wang family to be extremely proud. How could Yuan Chun be willing to accompany her husband to spend his whole life working as a junior official of the sixth or seventh rank before he could become a famous official? What about the opportunity to become a high-ranking official who can talk to her natal family on an equal footing?
This is Yuanchun's opportunity, and it is also the opportunity for the entire Erfang. Yuanchun must seize it, and he has to seize it.
Jia Hui looked up to the sky and laughed. He covered his shiny black hair with his big hands and rubbed it violently, then turned and left the flower hall.
Only the master and servant Yuanchun, whose hair was messed up and glaring at him, were left in the flower hall.
. . . . . .
The morning court on the next day was lively. Officials from the Liaodong clique of King Zhongshun and Jia Hui's own officials from the northwest clique and the Jinling clique were engaged in a battle. For the first time, I saw civil servants quoting scriptures and looking for every flaw in their opponents to counterattack. , the truth opened the eyes of Jia Hui, who was not good at words.
Just when the situation was about to get out of control and a fight began, the emperor came with his decree.
Chen Fan, the loyal and shun king, provoked trouble and beat the imperial officials. He was banned for three months, deprived of the palace and farmland of 5,000 acres, and was rewarded with 60 boards for two days.
Jia Hui, the Marquis of Wuwei County, killed a man with a fist and beat the prince. He thought there was a reason for the incident and the deceased was of low status. He was only fined fifty taels of silver, deprived of thirty personal soldiers, and rewarded forty boards. The fight was completed on the same day.
"ah!"
There were constant wailing sounds coming from beside me.
Jia Hui, who had already developed two iron buttocks, was putting on his pants and looked at King Zhongshun who was screaming with disdain.
"Tsk, you're only thirty years old and you're already howling like this. You can't do that!"
King Zhongshun, who had just finished thirty strokes, was lying on the stool with a distorted face. He heard Jia Hui mocking him and wanted to talk back, but now he didn't even have the strength to talk back, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear.
Snapped!
Yun Yu slapped Jia Hui on the head with her ring-covered right hand, causing Jia Hui to stumble and squat on the ground with his head covered. King Zhongshun couldn't help but grin, but the pain in his buttocks made him smile. awkward.
"Grandma, it's not even two hours since I scolded you, and you've caused this again, don't you want to give me face?" Yun Yu looked angrily. He finally understood Lu Guan's mood. At this moment, he also wanted to withdraw. The knife came and chopped the squatting boy into pieces.
"How can you blame me? My father was drinking tea and listening to music, and suddenly he was beaten by this thief. He didn't provoke anyone. How could I let my father suffer this injustice? I was beaten on the spot I just beat one to death, and then gave him a slap and a kick. Without crippling him, it was already the result of my self-cultivation for several months!" Jia Hui looked dissatisfied.
"That's why I gave you a slap in the face, otherwise I would have cut you into pieces!" Yun Yu snorted coldly.
"Okay, the beating is over. Hurry up and see me. Once you're done, go home and get some medicine. It won't be good if you leave hidden wounds." After saying that, Yun Yu tidied up her clothes and headed towards the house without looking back. Yingtai walked away.
Jia Hui chuckled, and when passing by King Zhongshun, he inadvertently rubbed the bloody buttocks of King Zhongshun with his scabbard, and quickly quickened his pace to chase after Yun Yu.
Hearing the sound of "Ouch", King Zhongshun, who was about to faint after being beaten, immediately perked up. He wanted to stand up and scold Jia Hui for not being a human being, but because he stood up and squeezed his swollen buttocks, he released his hands and lay down again. On the stool, the already bulging bladder finally opened, and a warm current flowed down the stool to the ground.
I wanted to scold Jia Hui for being such a bitch, but I really didn’t have the energy. I could only stare blankly at Jia Hui as he turned around the corner and headed towards Yingtai. He sighed, closed his eyes, lay on the stool and kept mumbling. .
Jia Hui, raised by the little maid!
