Jia Heng's ambiguous attitude, in Sister Feng's eyes, just became a sign that she was "guilty" and did not dare to respond directly. Suppressing the matter became a "bet".
On this side of the room, Dai Quan had already received the account book that recorded the property of the Ning Mansion. He looked at Jia She and said, "Jia Enhou, the Za family took this account book away first. His Majesty said before that the Duke's Mansion The property will be sealed for the time being, and the Zajia family will follow orders."
Jia She's face was ashen, and he felt anger boiling in his chest, but he dared not speak out.
Dai Quan smiled, looked at Jia Heng on the side, and said, "Jia Ziyu, the twenty pieces of Su brocade that your Majesty previously rewarded were already pulled up to your mansion by the palace envoy before the Za family came."
Jia Heng was now indifferent to Dai Quan's "fanning the flames". He cupped his hands and said: "Eunuch Dai also asks the common people to thank the Holy Lord for his kindness."
In the distance, Jia She's expression suddenly changed. He glanced at Jia Lian beside him, as if to say, what's going on with the twenty pieces of Su Jin?
Jia Lian shook his head blankly and just looked at Sister Feng worriedly.
Jia Heng glanced at Jia She, Jia Lian, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang and others, and then glanced at Li Wan and Sister Feng. Without saying anything, he said to Dai Quan: "Eunuch, if there is nothing else, Heng I’ll take my leave now.”
Dai Quan smiled and said: "Go ahead, it's time for the Za family to return to the palace later."
After Jia Heng finished speaking, he bowed his hand to Dai Quan and left Ningguo Mansion.
The night falls and the lanterns come on.
Not to mention that the eastern and western mansions of the Jia Mansion came to Rongxi Hall for urgent discussions because of the fact that the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty, Dai Quan, was granted the title of Ningguo Mansion.
But Jia Heng walked and waited for the car all the way back to his house in Liutiaoer Hutong, Ningrong Street.
When Fang entered the courtyard, he saw Qingwen chatting with a nanny in the back room.
Jia Heng nodded to Qingwen, was stunned, and said with a smile: "Mother Wu, why are you here?"
Aunt Wu smiled and said: "Uncle, the lady said that she will stay there tonight. I will pick her up tomorrow afternoon. Did the lady ask about the matter at Jia's house? Wait a minute. I have to turn back and talk back."
Jia Heng sat down, picked up the tea, and said, "If you go and answer the question, just say that everything in Jia's house is settled."
Upon hearing this, Grandma Wu nodded and stood up to leave.
Jia Heng closed his eyes slightly and suddenly felt the fragrance floating between his nose. He felt a pair of small hands behind his shoulders kneading him. He opened his eyes and unexpectedly it was Qingwen kneading his shoulders and said with a smile: "Qingwen." Wen, do you know how to do this?"
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Qingwen said softly: "Young master, I also stayed in the old lady's room for a while and learned from several nuns. I was originally supposed to serve the old lady and my wife."
Jia Heng couldn't help but laugh and said: "Speaking of it, you should be the most colorful child in the old lady's house..."
Speaking of this, it was obvious that the slender hand paused slightly, and the girl behind her breathed faster.
Jia Heng seemed unaware and said: "If there is no accident, I will send him to Bao Erye's room to serve him. After all, the old lady loves Baoyu the most."
"Hmph, what kind of precious jade, precious gold, or precious silver is worthy of my service?" Qingwen's pretty face was originally stained with blush because of someone's comment about the color. When she heard this, she didn't know why, but she felt... A wave of evil fire surged up to his forehead, he withdrew his hand and shouted angrily.
With that said, General Rao came over and sat on the chair next to the small table.
Jia Heng was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, I'm joking with you."
He secretly thought that since hanging the clothes to dry, the little girl's "admiration" for him seems to have become weaker and weaker, and there is a faint tendency of deterioration.
"I know that the young master has worked hard these past two days and is very angry, but he shouldn't make fun of his daughter's innocence. Not to mention that I have never served Mr. Bao, even if I have, I can't let him touch me. A finger." Qingwen sat sideways on a chair and turned her head aside, her pretty, white cheeks slightly pale.
Jia Heng looked at the little girl, his eyes moving silently, and he was lost in thought.
In the original work of Dream of Red Mansions, the four maids beside Baoyu are Qingwen, Xiren, Sheyue, and Qiu Wen. They are really the Qingwen with "sharp shoulders, water snake waist, and frivolous talk".
He had previously said that if Qingwen grew up, she would become Aunt Zhao. Now it seems that this is not accurate. Qingwen's character is fundamentally different from that of Aunt Zhao. Aunt Zhao is mean and mean, but when she was a girl, if If given the chance, he might not take the initiative to crawl into Daddy Zheng’s bed.
However, Qingwen will never take the initiative to seduce Baoyu.
However, Qingwen, who should not have been kicked out the most, was kicked out while she was ill. Before she died, she lay on a shabby mat and called her mother all night long. How miserable was it?
Thinking of this, Jia Heng looked at Qing Wen, who had a small temper. There was a bit of affection in his eyes, and he said warmly: "I just made a mistake. Well, you have such a hot temper, who dares to treat you lightly?" , Don’t say that I am frivolous with you. When you are older in the future, there will be many choices for people who choke on your words, how can you allow them?"
When Qingwen heard this, her delicate body trembled and her eye circles turned red. She turned her head and looked at Jia Heng stubbornly and said, "Then I won't let you go. I'll cut my hair and go up the mountain to be an aunt."
Facing the girl's misty eyes, Jia Heng's expression paused and he sighed quietly in his heart.
I thought to myself, if she were to be a sister-in-law, I’m afraid even the Buddha would be choked by Fo Lian’s anger.
"Okay, after dinner, I have to teach you how to read. You are my eldest maid. You just want to go out, but I still can't let you go." Jia Heng smiled and said with relief.
Even if he wanted to accept Qingwen, he would at least wait a few years before doing so.
Qingwen was in a state of confusion when she heard this. Her face, as white as snow, felt a little hot. Her original sour thoughts disappeared. She glanced at Jia Heng secretly, stood up, and twisted her waist, "Young Master, I'll go. Check out the kitchen."
Jia Heng smiled softly and watched the girl leave.
Daming Palace, Hanyuan Hall
The golden morning sun falls on the glazed tiles on the roof of the palace, and the light reflects beautifully.
The palace is towering, and along the steps, tall and majestic Han Imperial Guards wearing black armor and red coats stand holding halberds.
Under the eaves of the corridor, beside the vermilion beams and pillars, a group of guards in brocade robes wearing exquisitely woven and embroidered flying fish suits and black hats without gauze on their heads stood with knives in hand, looking alert.
In the empty and spacious palace, a group of people stood in darkness. All officials of the fifth rank or above in Beijing were called court officials, and they were qualified to enter the palace with tooth plaques.
But at the same time, Ruke Daoyanguan was also qualified to discuss affairs in the court.
Therefore, at this moment, in Hanyuan Hall, all the civil and military officials, big and small, were covered in darkness, extending all the way to the outside of the hall.
Palace maids and eunuchs holding banana fans were lined up on the left and right. On the golden dragon chair, Emperor Chongping, dressed in a bright yellow crown, sat upright, looking indifferently at the cabinet, six ministries, Jiuqing, Zhan Shikedao and other ministers below.
Today is the Chang Dynasty, and we have just finished discussing border affairs and the collection of autumn grain.
The former is mainly to open up the power of recruiting and training state and county officials and dispatching troops in the border towns of Hebei. It was reported by Li Zan, the Minister of War, and Emperor Chongping approved it, and the cabinet drafted an edict.
In other words, yesterday was the meeting between the monarch and his ministers.
As for the latter, for the upcoming autumn grain collection matter, Yang Guochang, the deputy assistant to the cabinet, reported the details, and Qi Kun, the minister of household affairs, supplemented the details.
Just finished discussing the previous matters.
Sitting high on the dragon chair, Emperor Chongping, who was wearing a bright yellow crown, looked at the nine ministers of the cabinet below and said: "The day before yesterday, Jia Zhen of Ning State was convicted and lost her title. After I pitied the meritorious minister, I couldn't bear to cut off his incense. Yesterday, I specially ordered The decree was given to Jia Heng, a branch of Ning State, who wanted him to seize the title. However, Jia Heng resigned from the title and was not accepted. I wrote a letter with sincere words, and I am heartfelt to comfort him."
In the military attaché train below, Wang Shuirong of Beijing, who was at the front, heard this, his expression changed and his eyes flickered.
He had previously gone to the Chonghua Palace to beg the Supreme Emperor, and he had just kept the title of Ningguo in Jia's mansion. However, yesterday, the emperor turned around and issued an imperial edict to both China and foreign countries. He reported to all provinces that the title of Ningguo would be transferred to Jia Heng. It was really like hearing thunder. .
Hearing that Jia Heng resigned, Wang Shuirong of Beijing twitched his lips and wanted to clear his throat before leaving work.
Now that Jia Heng has resigned from the title, it will be passed on to Ning Guo's direct lineage. The day before yesterday, Brother Enhou said that if the Holy Spirit really does not allow Brother Zhen's lineage, there is a direct lineage of a great-great-grandson named Jia Qiang who can inherit.
Thinking of this, I was about to leave the class to report.
However, when he was about to make a move, Prince Nan'an pulled his sleeves and blocked him with his eyes.
Shui Rong's handsome face was startled, and his heart was awe-inspiring. He already understood what the Prince of Nan'an meant. He was too involved in the Jia family's affairs.
The emperor issued an imperial edict to both China and foreign countries yesterday, which is a warning.
Emperor Chongping was sitting on the royal chair, condescending, with an almost unobstructed view of the situation below. He glanced at the small movements of the two kings of Beijing and Nan'an from the corner of his eye, but ignored them and said loudly: "Congratulations, Qing."
He Juncheng, the Minister of Rites, who had undergone plastic surgery to reduce his appearance, jumped out of the crowd, holding an ivory and jade wat, and said: "Your Majesty, I am here."
"Let me read Jia Heng's "Resignation List" to all of you," Emperor Chongping said in a clear voice with an indifferent expression.
He Juncheng, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, said he obeyed the order, took the memorial from the eunuch, and read it aloud.
The number one scholar who entered the imperial examination in the sixth year of Longzhi had an excellent memory and a photographic memory. In fact, he could read it accurately, word for word, without looking for notes.
Compared with Dai Quan's performance in the Daming Palace last night, it was somewhat "excessive". If it was not sparse, sincere and unsophisticated, it would almost lose its natural meaning.
He Juncheng has an elegant appearance and a clear and resonant voice. He has presided over various state and dynasty ceremonies. Now his clear and clear voice recited in the empty Hanyuan Hall, ringing in the ears of civil and military officials.
Resigning from the title, that kind of confession of sincere intention to resign from the title, not only shocked the cabinet academicians yesterday, but also shocked the minds of all the civil and military officials in the Hanyuan Palace today.
No, this is Jia Heng... are you serious?
This is simply...the character of an ancient sage.
"If you don't be grateful to your ancestors, you will get your fame and fame by yourself, and you are so ambitious!" For example, the six ministers and ministers looked at each other, and a thought suddenly flashed across their heads.
This is going to be in the history books!
As long as this Jia Heng is not too useless, whether he is taking the imperial examination or joining the army, he will be looked down upon by the holy family, and he will always be given an official position, completing a story that will last forever.
Almost most of the civil servants had this thought in their minds. Even Prince Shuirong of Beijing looked surprised. He looked back at Prince Nan'an, feeling inexplicably shocked.
No wonder the old king of Nan'an reminded him not to let him talk more just now.
If he opens his mouth, he will undoubtedly be a buffoon.
Jia Heng sincerely doesn’t want the title, so why are you, Shui Rong, waiting so anxiously for someone to replace you?
Look at the way you are running for the Jia family?
In the row of ministers of the Ministry of Industry, Jia Zheng, who was standing at the threshold of the hall, was stunned and speechless for a long time as he listened to the speech.
Because the note not only mentioned Jia Heng's own experiences, but also mentioned Jia Mu, the wife of Rongguo. Even in the note, Jia Heng highly praised Jia Mu's character.
Jia Zheng looked complicated and sighed heavily in his heart.
