In the Daming Palace——
Emperor Chongping was silent for a moment after hearing this, and asked, "What do Mr. Yang Ge think?"
Yang Guochang pondered for a moment and then said in a clear voice: "The inheritance of national honors and titles is orderly. The imperial edict has been graced previously, but Jia Hengchen's intention to decline is obvious. The Holy One may decide on the inheritance of Ningguo titles early to calm people's hearts and calm the rumors. "
This means that no matter which way Emperor Chongping chooses to deal with it, he should make a decision early, otherwise it will cause the so-called dispute over etiquette and justice, and then extend to the dispute between the emperor and the concubine, which will be a disaster.
Facing Emperor Chongping's gaze, Li Zan cupped his hands and said, "I also thought that the decision should be made early on."
Emperor Chongping pondered for a moment and said, "I'll summon Jia Heng first and then discuss it."
He also wanted to meet this young man and hear what he had to say.
"Dai Quan, you..." Emperor Chongping said, glanced at Dai Quan's face, and said, "You have someone to tell Jia Heng and tell him to enter the palace later. You can go down and have lunch first."
Xu's sincere words in the "Cijue Table" just now touched the emperor today, and he was much more lenient to the domestic slaves not far away than usual.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. This old slave will go and have someone tell you what to say." After hearing the emperor's words, Dai Quan felt happy and thought to himself, his vivid performance just now was not in vain.
But there is one thing to say, the writing of Jia Ziyu's memorial table is really... it goes straight into people's hearts. Even if I just read it, I feel a bit sad.
Dai Quan went to deliver the oral instructions, but the monarch and his ministers were no longer interested in arguing.
The main reason is that Emperor Chongping was also undecided, and the words of Yang and Li Chen each had their own reasons.
Emperor Chongping simply waved his hand and asked a few cabinet ministers to go back to the palace for duty, while he thought quietly.
Several cabinet ministers bowed and left, leaving the Daming Palace, still discussing the memorial.
For example, He Juncheng, the Grand Scholar of the Wenhua Palace, and the Minister of Rites, had even memorized the memorial. Apparently he felt that it was not only the emperor's virtues in government, but also his contribution to the education of the Grand Master of the Hall of Rites.
In the Daming Palace, Emperor Chongping held a watch in his hand, thinking attentively about the young man in a straight green shirt. He picked up the teacup beside him and thought, "Wait a minute, why not ask Jia Heng."
The emperor was undecided, thinking that what Yang and Li Chen said were reasonable. In fact, he was leaning towards Li Zan in his heart, but he was still undecided. He always felt that as Yang Guochang said, this was the beginning of chaos.
And there is another key issue. There will be opposition from the Wuxun Group.
Jia Heng left Ningguo Mansion and did not go home for a while. Instead, he ate a bowl of wonton noodles at a noodle restaurant near Ningrong Street.
He hadn't eaten a grain of rice since morning. He had been to Jia's house twice, and he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
After finishing the pasta, paying the money, he left home with a smile on his face.
Because, according to the time calculation, it was time for Dai Quan to enter the palace and hand the memorial to Emperor Chongping.
He also went back to take a nap, maybe there was another battle to deal with.
Jia Heng came to the courtyard, where Qingwen was drying her clothes. When she heard the noise, she turned around and said in surprise: "Ah, Master, aren't you accompanying grandma to Guining?"
"I'm coming back first and will go there in the evening." Jia Heng said with a smile.
"Sir, just now the old lady in Xifu came to look for you with the housekeeper Lin in front of me. Several people were in a hurry and asked where the master was. I thought it was nothing good, so I didn't tell them. As a result... Bi'er was quick to talk.' Qingwen rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white lotus-rooted arms, and stood on tiptoes, putting on her clothes.
"Sir, they have nothing to do with you, right?" Qingwen asked.
Jia Heng said: "It's nothing, but nothing good."
"I'm just telling you, Bi'er's little hooves..." Qingwen said, seeming to realize something, she stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and whispered: "Master..."
Jia Heng smiled and didn't say much, but asked, "How do you wash your own clothes?"
Qingwen said softly: "It will be useless to support anyone else. I just washed these two pieces of my own clothes and folded them neatly. One day, if I... wear them, they will be cleaner."
As he spoke, his nose suddenly became sore for some reason.
If she leaves one day, she will take a furoshiki with her to wrap all the clean clothes, and by the way, the hairpin...
Jia Heng's eyes flashed and he said warmly: "What's wrong, is this?"
"The wind blinded my eyes." Qingwen raised her wet hand, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and said softly, turning her head to look at the young man in green shirt with a smile, her gloomy brows and eyes full of stubbornness.
Facing those bright eyes, Jia Heng was silent for a moment, walked to the wooden basin filled with water and washed the handles. He sighed and said warmly: "There are many weddings these days, and I broke my promise to teach you how to read." Yes, I actually feel quite sorry."
As he said that, looking at Qingwen's trembling delicate body, he didn't think much. He bent down and took a piece of clothing from another wooden basin, and said with a smile: "Let's do it tonight, when I come back from Qin Mansion, I will It takes half an hour to teach you how to read. Madam also said in the room yesterday that we can’t give up on reading halfway."
When Qingwen heard this, her face was startled. Suddenly, her beauty changed suddenly. She felt ashamed and anxious and said, "Young Master, I can't do it, I can't do it."
How could the young master do such menial work and help her dry her clothes?
Jia Heng looked back at Qingwen, smiled slightly and said, "As you know, I am not a spoiled young master. Before you came over, I usually washed my own clothes."
As he spoke, he opened his clothes and was about to put them on the clothesline. He realized something was wrong. His face paused, his eyes quickly moved away, and he murmured, "You said, this yard is too narrow. A clothes drying rack or something.”
Qingwenfang's heart trembled. She was ashamed and annoyed. She stamped her foot and snatched the emerald green bellyband embroidered with red peonies. She said angrily: "Master, this is my daughter's personal clothing. How can you..."
At this moment, Qingwen felt her heart pounding. But before she could finish the words she blurted out, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Her face became more pink and crimson, her cheeks gradually became as hot as fire, but there was a feeling in her heart. Unfounded thoughts.
Now, are the clothes still clean and pure?
Jia Heng saw Qingwen Liuye's slender eyebrows raised and Li Rui's cheeks looking tender and angry, but there was no "embarrassment" just now, and her eyes were smiling warmly.
As long as you are not embarrassed about this kind of thing, only others will be embarrassed.
"Don't tell me, how could I know? Well, a yellow-haired girl, how can there be so many defenses between men and women? Hurry up and put on your clothes." Jia Heng said casually, picked up a dress and stretched it out. On the clothesline.
Qingwen's cheeks turned red with embarrassment when Jia Heng said, What a yellow-haired girl, she... Bah, she didn't say anything.
However, after Jia Heng made a cross like this, the coldness and sourness in Qingwen's heart had disappeared.
Jia Heng clapped his hands, looked at Qingwen, and said with a smile: "Okay, the ride is over."
Now he was thinking about a problem. The yard was indeed too small. Although the place where the women of his family were drying clothes was blocked by a screen wall and a pomegranate tree, if someone looked sideways, they could vaguely see the clothes being dried.
this……
Not to mention having guests on weekdays was a disaster.
In fact, this was also the case in the past few days. Han Hui, Yu Zhen, Song Yuan and others knew that his living environment was difficult, so they only came to sit down and drink two glasses of wine on the wedding day, but did not come to visit him afterwards. The reason.
Otherwise, there would be no place for the female relatives to hide.
"The emperor, too, can't win people's hearts, even the virtuous and polite corporals can't do it? It's better to give him a mansion than to give him a title. If this continues, who will give you advice?" Jia Heng secretly cursed.
Of course, on second thought, it may not be the emperor's fault. When he gave him twenty pieces of silk, he might have thought of giving him a title, so this thing came automatically.
"Forget it, I don't know what to expect from the emperor. I think the manuscripts of the Three Kingdoms should have been printed. In a few more days, even if I advance some silver to Hanmozhai, I will have to change residences." Jia Heng thought.
At this time, Qingwen suddenly whispered in a shy voice: "Master, you... where are you looking?"
She pursed her lips and said, her cheeks were as red as the clouds, and this time even her earlobes were red. She put down the tub and headed into the house.
It turned out that Jia Heng had just been lost in thought for a moment, and his eyes were dazed, and they happened to fall on the front of Qingwen's lotus-colored skirt.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
Because of what happened in the past, Qingwen will naturally have other thoughts.
Jia Heng turned around, his eyes flowing silently, as gentle as jade.
This kind of thing becomes darker and darker as it is described, but there is no need to explain it deliberately.
After pausing for a while, he turned around and entered the study, ready to drink a cup of tea and close his eyes to rest.
Just as she picked up the teapot, something suddenly happened. She saw Qingwen's bright eyes staring at her with anger. She held a purse in her hand and put it on the desk, "Here."
After saying that, without waiting for Jia Heng to say anything, the water snake twisted its waist and went to the next room.
Jia Heng lowered his eyes and picked up the purse. The stitches were fine and the embroidery was exquisite. He smiled and said, "The craftsmanship of this embroidery pattern is comparable to that of the female workers in the Palace Clothing Bureau."
Qingwen, who was listening to the noise next door, snorted softly and said, "Young master said this as if he had seen a female celebrity in the palace."
Last night, the husband and wife shared a bed and talked quietly at night, but Qingwen didn't know.
Therefore, I didn't know that the palace had given me silk. Of course, there was so much noise in Jia Heng's wing in the middle of the night that I could hear the orioles' cries very clearly.
Jia Heng smiled softly, knowing that after what had just happened, Qingwen's perception of him had changed to some extent. The admiration for him as a father and a brother had been reduced a lot, and the coquettish, unruly, and explosive temper in her original temperament had naturally taken over. Upside.
However, at this moment, the voice of the maid Bi'er came from the courtyard, "Sir, there is someone outside who claims to be the angel in the palace. He said that the current emperor has summoned you to the palace to perform a duel."
Qingwen: "..."
Jia Heng picked up the tea, took a sip, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, I'll have a sip of tea, tie my purse, and I'll be there."
Qingwen, who was in the next room, had a blush on her beautiful face that was originally "San San", and her heart was filled with shame and unspeakable tremors.
The angels in the palace have to wait for the young master to put on the purse she embroidered herself...
Is this what Young Master means?
