After this failure in pretending, Xie Zaiyi felt a little unhappy, but when he saw Jia Heng's warm words of relief, he became even more moved.
How to put it this way, being polite to a corporal is not just a humble gift but also needs to provide emotional value. Although Jia Heng will not always eat at the same table or sleep in the same bed, he still shows his sincerity.
"Brother Xie, why don't we have a few drinks together when we get to the mansion?" Jia Heng said with a smile.
Xie Zaiyi happily agreed and said: "Escort Ziyu back first."
At this time, Dong Qian was also approaching. Jia Heng nodded and asked Wen Yan: "Cousin, are your injuries better?"
Dong Qian smiled and said: "They are just some superficial injuries. They are no longer serious. I was just going to ask you when you need me to return to the Yamen."
Zheng's words actually had some influence on this small schoolmaster of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division. However, this person's idea was not to stay at home all the time, but to go out and do something and take the opportunity to make some contributions.
"Well, go to the Yamen tomorrow. The deputy commander Feng Xiaolou in Zhongcheng colluded with the bandits. You will lead his people as a hundred households." Jia Heng thought for a while and said.
It's not that he can't promote his cousin to the position of deputy commander in one step. This is his authority, but in fact it is not a good thing for his cousin. He suddenly rose to a position without success and cannot convince the public.
As for my cousin, who was previously the commander-in-chief, he skipped the position of trying to test hundreds of households and jumped one level to become a hundred households. It would not be too blink of an eye. After all the people under Feng Xiaolou are sorted out, he will make some achievements and then Promoted to deputy commander.
Dong Qian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, nodded and said, "Okay."
Cai Quan smiled and said, "Congratulations."
I think he fought a lot and gave a lot of favors for the position of one hundred households, but now it's just a matter of words.
Jia Heng then looked at Xie Zaiyi and said, "Brother Xie, if you don't give up, I am willing to hire him as the commander of Dongcheng. Now that Dongcheng is in chaos, I don't know if I dare to take him or not?"
Xie Zaiyi smiled and said: "It's just Dongcheng, why don't you dare!"
On the premise that he has not made any minor achievements, being promoted from the position of Baihu to the command of Dongcheng is considered a courtesy and grand ceremony.
The commander of a city, even though he was only the sixth rank, his position was inferior and his weight was heavier than that of Cai Quan's Deputy Qianhu.
Seeing this, Jia Heng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll call Mr. Fan later and we'll go back and have a drink together."
I just slept in the carriage for a while, and I will be refreshed now. It just so happens that the team is now formed and gathering together.
Again, now he has gradually formed a political force. Even if this force is still very weak, it is still a political force.
As for Fan Yi, let alone being trapped by the enemy, Juren who had given advice to the bandits was not worth his previous effort to win over.
Problem, he also wanted to find a Jinshi to give advice.
But a serious Jinshi would like to hang out with him?
Without waiting for him to open a government office and establish a government office, he would almost be humiliating himself by letting officials with Jinshi background serve as his staff.
In other words, the prince can try to recruit officials with Jinshi background, and they may not be willing to take political risks.
Only those scholars with political ambitions want to be emperor's master or national master.
As for the existence of imperial masters and national masters, they are not miraculous. They have existed since ancient times.
Even in future generations...
In short, don't think of a person as a talent, especially when Fan Yi has been in the bandits' den for so long.
"Although Fan Yi has been pardoned by the emperor, in fact, there is no chance of him becoming an official. No one will use him, but I can. Only such a person can be undistracted and follow the benefactor forward. ." Jia Heng got on the carriage, closed his eyes, and thought: "Mr. Song from the Imperial College, some time ago, it seems that he was also discouraged by the imperial examination and had the intention of becoming an official. He will wait a few days to see if he can be hired. Go to the Five Cities Military and Horse Department to work,
One is right and the other is strange, one is bright and the other is dark, just like the clerk who is in charge of the writing of Jiyi. "
Jia Heng thought and headed towards Ningrong Street.
In the inner house of Ningguo Mansion, the lights were brightly lit, and a carved glass screen reflected the figures of two beauties.
Qin Keqing was chatting with Sister Feng. Ping'er, Zhou Ruijia and other maids and mothers-in-law stood beside her with their hands down.
Sister Feng came to Dongfu after dinner, and her purpose of coming was to check the accounts.
Sister Feng took Qin Keqing's hand and said with a bright smile on her face: "My Grandma Heng, Brother Heng didn't come back last night, so you don't have to worry about which woman's bed he can afford to sleep on."
A trace of sadness appeared on Qin Keqing's face like a hibiscus, and she said softly: "Good sister-in-law, if this is the case, I can sleep better at night, and it is better than worrying that he will fight with others again."
Sister Feng: ""
Although I knew that these were the true words of the beauty in front of me, it still sounded a bit awkward.
Qin Keqing sighed and said, "He didn't come home all night last night. I sent someone to deliver a letter this morning, saying that he was tied up by official duties and stayed at the old house for one night."
After hearing this, Sister Feng smiled and said: "Brother Heng is becoming more and more powerful now. He is in charge of the army and horse department of five cities. It is said that his subordinates are in charge of tens of thousands of people. He is so busy every day that his feet never touch the ground. Old lady The day before yesterday, we talked about conferring titles, holding banquets, and worshiping ancestors in the ancestral hall. Now that he, the head of the Jia clan, is not in the house, it is difficult for everyone to handle it by themselves. "
Previously, Jia Heng was knighted as General Yun. He originally wanted to hold a banquet at Ning Mansion to celebrate that night, but something happened during the process that Dong Qian was beaten. , being delayed by various things, it would be impossible for the Rongning and Ningfus to celebrate on their own without Jia Heng as the person involved. It would be too shameful.
Qin Keqing chuckled and said, "Sister-in-law is not bad either. I heard that second brother Lian is also a fellow scholar."
When Sister Feng heard this, she raised her eyebrows. There was something strange in Danfeng's eyes. She picked up the tureen and said with a smile: "The donated official is not doing it seriously, it's just for decoration."
Qin Keqing smiled and said, "It's not necessary to work hard. Thinking about it, my sister-in-law and brother Lian can spend more time together."
Of course, these words are just words of comfort. Which daughter doesn't want her husband to go out and live in eight seats and make promises.
When Sister Feng heard Qin Keqing's words, she felt more and more strange. She thought to herself, her family members are not officials, and they are away from home every day. She doesn't know where she is lying on the bed at the moment.
Thinking about this, I feel more and more depressed.
I didn't realize before that it would be a big deal if my man didn't go out to be an official, but now I think of that young man's majestic appearance, and I feel a little disappointed in my heart.
"A man should still think about his uncle and...Brother Heng, and go out to serve as an official." Sister Feng thought, her red phoenix eyes under her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows slightly lowered, she lowered her head and took a sip of tea, but she also felt that this idea was a bit... Danger.
Well, there's nothing dangerous. Brother Heng is like an uncle.
Sister Feng took a sip of tea and thought about it in her heart.
Just when the two of them were having different thoughts, they heard a surprised call from the front yard, "Grandma Heng, the uncle is back, he's back.
Then, a woman entered the inner hall, walked around the screen, and said overjoyed: "Grandma Heng, Grandma Lian, uncle is back.
However, the mother-in-law saw Sister Feng and didn't think much about it. She paused, thinking that she couldn't be rude, but she called out.
However, in front of this is Grandma Heng, and in the back is Grandma Lian. Normally, it doesn't matter, and at this moment, Qin Keqing and Grandma Lian in the flower hall are not allowed to come.
Ping'er and others felt strange.
But when these words fell in the ears of Sister Feng, who had a strange thought, they caused ripples in her heart. She looked stunned for a moment and looked at the old woman with shame and anger.
But within a moment, he was forcibly expelled from the bottom of his heart.
What was she thinking about? She was so confused.
Brother Heng just looks a little more imposing, how could her family...
She was really stunned. It was wrong for her to compare the two people.
Sister Feng didn't dare to think about it anymore, her face returned to that charming smile, she looked at Qin Keqing aside and said, "Okay, don't worry now, everyone is back."
"Sister-in-law, let's go and greet her right away," Qin Keqing said softly.
However, I heard the woman say: "Grandma Heng, the second master has brought some official servants. It is not convenient to meet in front now."
When Qin Keqing heard this, Yurong paused, looked at Sister Feng aside, and said, "Sister-in-law, let's wait here. Baozhu, you go to the front yard to take a look first."
Baozhu, who was standing quietly by the side, responded with a smile and headed towards the front yard.
Letting the orb pass was obviously a way of telling Jia Heng to express his longing for his return.
Sister Feng said with a smile: "Wait a minute, I have to ask him carefully where he went yesterday and how to let his younger siblings wait in the boudoir."
"Sister-in-law, what nonsense are you talking about?" Qin Keqing was so embarrassed when he heard this, obviously unable to withstand Sister Feng's teasing.
Both of them were beauties with charming looks. They were joking and joking at this moment, which was a bit thrilling and beautiful, but no one had the pleasure to see this scene.
Ping'er felt a little emotional as she watched the two chatting and joking. She could see that Second Grandma Lian really liked playing with Grandma Heng, and the two people's personalities were indeed somewhat compatible.
It's just that Grandma Heng has a soft side and knows how to overcome strength with softness, while Grandma Lian has a strong heart.
But in the front yard, in the flower hall, Jia Heng invited Cai Quan and Xie Zaiyi to sit down in the flower hall, and then ordered the kitchen to prepare wine and food, planning to have a banquet with Xie Zaiyi, Cai Quan, Fan Yi, Dong Qian and others in the front hall.
Jia Heng said: "Brother Chu, the emperor has said that the public security in Shenjing should be improved after the new year. At least Dongcheng can no longer let Jianghu gangs run rampant and cause trouble. All brothers need to work together to help me. "
Xie Zaiyi nodded and said: "Ziyu, I have also heard some rumors about Dongcheng. We need to make great efforts to suppress them."
Jia Heng smiled and said, "I'm just going to take advantage of brother Xie's courage."
A few people were talking. At this time, the bead curtain made a sound, and Baozhu walked out from the inside. He said with a smile: "Uncle, grandma was talking about you just now, you are back."
Hearing this, Jia Heng smiled and said, "You go back first and say that I am entertaining guests."
Hearing this, Baozhu glanced at Xie Zaiyi, Cai Quan and others, nodded, turned around and left to reply.
Cai Quan smiled and said, "Brother Heng and his sister-in-law are newly married, so it's time to go back and have a look."
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup on the side and said in a clear voice: "I'm not too busy waiting."
Because Jia Heng became an official and became more dignified, Cai Quan could not tell Jia Heng some of the jokes that men would make when they were together. In fact, even Brother Yi Heng was gradually losing confidence, but he could not change his words.
When a few people talk, they just talk about business.
"How do Brother Heng intend to rectify Dongcheng?" Cai Quan asked.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said: "This morning, the Holy Emperor has given me the Emperor's Sword. I have some plans in my mind and I need the help of my brothers."
"Sword of the Emperor?" Fortunately for Cai Quan, he had already known that Jia Heng was wearing the Sword of the Emperor, so when he heard the story again, he was not as shocked as he was at the beginning, but the expressions of both Fan Yi and Xie Zaiyi changed suddenly.
Especially Xie Zaiyi, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his determined eyes.
He hadn't heard of things like the Emperor's Sword and Shang Fang's Sword for many years. How important was this?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in my heart.
The last trace of pride that was hidden deep in my heart was also worn away.
Without him, since the founding of the Chen-Han Dynasty, the Emperor's Sword has been given to less than five people. The first four were given to famous ministers and generals to oversee a region during the Taizu and Taizong periods.
Even the current governor only awards royal orders and flags.
Fan Yi frowned and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency wears the sword of the Emperor, and has important responsibilities. It can be said that the Emperor is watching over you, so this job must be done without leakage."
Being given the emperor's sword is both an honor and a kind of pressure, and one has to do the job flawlessly.
Cai Quan and Xie Zaiyi both nodded.
Jia Heng said: "We still need all the brothers to help us."
No one dared to speak.
Jia Dao: "Actually, I have a vague plan for this matter. I need to meet someone tomorrow before I can make any plans."
The best way is to decapitate their leaders and kill all the bandit leaders of the Sanhe Gang. Then the remaining gangsters will not be able to organize effective resistance, such as coercing the work to cause chaos.
Then, he used the soldiers from the Beijing camp to isolate and suppress the water workers.
Otherwise, if they are allowed to join forces to help others, it will easily lead to turmoil, and then the errands will not be run smoothly.
"If you don't move, the ground will shake. If you move, you will be decapitated with a lightning strike. This cannot be done without the support of intelligence. You need to know where the Sanhe Gang bandit leader is hiding and his route of action." Jia Ning frowned. Thinking.
Tomorrow, he planned to meet Qu Lang and Zhao Yi from Jinyiwei and start planning.
At this time, the chef also prepared some cold dishes and brought them out, and everyone began to eat and drink while talking.
Compared with the sweet wine in Ningguo Mansion, Prince Qi's Mansion, who was demoted to a county prince, seemed a bit gloomy and gloomy. In the study, the lights were brightly lit and the figures were clear.
Eight internal guards in rich robes and black crowns were guarding the study room with knives and knives on their heads.
Princess Xiang of Qi, her two concubines, and several concubines were all waiting under the eaves of the corridor, looking at King Qi inside through the carved wooden window lattice.
The faces that were either gorgeous or soft were filled with worries.
King Qi was lying in front of the desk, with a thick mattress under his buttocks. Although his skin was rough and his flesh was thick, he had been beaten several times in the palace in the morning. Now he was sweating and burning.
The King of Qi was holding a brush and writing vigorously. Beside him was a pile of manuscripts, on which were densely written "Ren in the Analects of Confucius". Gentleman,
The distinction between villains runs through almost the entire article.
King Qi was copying with a pen, and the handwriting became more and more scrawled. His big, chubby face, and his facial features were somewhat distorted. At this moment, he didn't know why, but he always felt sick in his stomach.
Especially when he looked at the paper full of "gentleman", "villain" and "benevolence", for some reason, he found that he no longer recognized these five words and felt very strange.
"Damn it, go to hell with the gentlemen and villains, they are all hypocrites!"
King Qi cursed in his heart. After many years, he still vaguely recalled the fear of being punished to have his name copied a hundred times when he was a child.
The feeling of being disgusted when looking at his own name. King Qi carried a writing brush and under the supervision of a group of internal guards, he could only copy it, even if he found someone to write for him.
After a long time, King Qi took a deep breath, threw the brush aside, his forehead was covered with sweat, and said: "Come here, bring a bowl of honey water to Gu Gu."
At this time, Princess Xiang, who was outside, was carrying a food box and hurriedly walked towards the study, but she saw two cold-faced guards on the opposite side reaching out to stop her.
"Princess, you are not allowed to see the prince until he has finished copying," the inner guard said coldly.
"I have finished copying. You have read this ten times and quickly checked it." King Qi dragged his fat body out of the Grand Master's chair and shouted to the inner guard.
The inner guard turned back to look at King Qi, checked a pile of manuscripts, pulled out a few sheets from the manuscripts with an expressionless face, and said: "Your Majesty, these sheets are too rough and need to be rewritten."
"Rewrite? Damn you, do you know what you are saying? Are you talking in human language? My handwriting is so sloppy and ugly, don't you want to read it?" King Qi said angrily.
The inner guard had no expression on his face and refused to give in. He said coldly: "Your Majesty, if you don't rewrite it and send it to the Holy One, I'm afraid... you will be punished even more."
The anger on King Qi's face seemed to be suppressed. He grabbed a few scrawled papers in his hand and tore them apart. Amidst the snowflakes on the paper, a fat face was almost distorted.
After a moment, there was a banging sound, and various antique vases around him were smashed. He vented his anger, and King Qi gasped for air.
Walking to the writing desk, he said: "Gu Chongzhuo!"
His face was as heavy as water, and he was holding a pen in his hand, writing stroke by stroke, each stroke seemed to write down the anger and hatred in his heart.
Outside, some of the concubines of King Qi even wiped away tears when they saw King Qi losing his temper.
Princess Xiang was dressed in a light yellow palace dress and a gold hairpin on her head. She almost didn't say a word. She just held a food box and stood there, looking at King Qi quietly. There is a trace of sadness hidden between the painted eyebrows.
The maid on the side, Niantao, wanted to reach out and take it, but Princess Xiangshi shook her head gently and refused. Her weak voice was a little firm and she said:
The prince is inside, I'm waiting for him to come out. "
The maid Luan Tao sighed softly, knowing her master's thoughts well and showing admiration in her eyes.
Princess Xiang is the first wife of King Qi. Although she is a daughter of a small family, she has a resolute temperament and is the only mistress in the house who can persuade King Qi.
In the distance, there were soft footsteps, and three figures of different fat and thin shapes were projected on the wall. Dou Rong, Xu Shaozhen, and Monk Huitong stood in front of the Moon Gate, looking at the brightly lit study room with strict security guard inside. They all felt heavy in their hearts. Secretly annoyed.
Unexpectedly, the emperor completely ignored common sense and did not care whether the prince did it or not. He did not investigate and directly punished him. Moreover, this time he even sent internal guards to put the prince under house arrest. It was almost a warning that if he continued to engage in small actions, what would happen to him would come. Real confinement!
If the Sanhe Gang causes trouble next time, won't the blame still fall on the prince?
It’s not reasonable anymore!
And that Jia Heng, after ambushing a member of the Sanhe Gang just now, was he still on guard?
After all...they harmed the prince.
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