The night is deep and the cold wind is blowing.
After Aunt Xue and Baochai had dinner, they returned to Lixiangyuan, and only Jia Heng, Qin Keqing, the three sisters of the You family, and Xichun were left in the inner hall.
Qin Keqing was holding Xiang Ling's hand and talking about herself.
Xiang Ling was wearing an aqua-green coat and skirt, and she was sitting on the side of Xiang Fei. She had a flat bun and a trace of rouge on her smooth and jade-like forehead, but her bright eyes were slightly drooped, as if she was hiding melancholy.
Qin Keqing said softly: "From now on, when you are in the house, you will treat it as your own home."
Xiangling looked at Qin Keqing and said softly: "Thank you, sister."
Jia Heng looked at the two people with similar facial features and temperament, and felt a little emotional.
Qin Keqing raised her gorgeous and beautiful face and asked softly: "Husband, can Xiangling's parents still be found now?"
"I'll have someone check it out later." Jia Heng put down the tea cup, glanced at Xiang Ling, who had timid features and a delicate face, and said softly.
The investigation he was talking about was not about Xiang Ling's life experience. He knew this, but it was inconvenient to tell Ke Qing now. The people he wanted to investigate were where Zhen Shiyin and his wife Feng's family were at the moment.
Of course, by the way, I will tell Keqing about Xiangling’s life experience then.
But speaking of investigating the life experience, is it possible to find Keqing’s life experience?
According to the original book, Keqing was an abandoned baby brought by his father-in-law Qin Ye from the health care hall.
"It's better to discuss this matter with my father-in-law first." Jia Heng suddenly thought about the rumors when he read the original novel in his previous life, and felt uneasy for some unknown reason.
Qin Keqing turned back and ordered Baozhu, saying softly: "Go to the small courtyard next to my courtyard in the backyard and pack out a wing for Xiangling to live in."
"Yes, grandma." Baozhu responded with a smile, then turned around.
Jia Heng raised his eyes and glanced at Xichun, who was covering Tan's mouth with her little hand and yawning lightly. Her eyes were slightly warm and she said softly: "If my sister is feeling sleepy, you can go and rest first."
The little Lolita, who was wearing a double bun and a cold face, looked at Jia Heng quietly. Her pretty pink face was startled for a moment, but she didn't stand up for a moment. She pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Jia Heng's heart suddenly moved, but he remembered his promise to Xichun that he would go to her room to see the snow plum blossom picture, and he muttered: "It might be icy and slippery right now, so I'll take you there."
The most frustrating thing about this little girl is that you failed to do what you promised me.
Sure enough, when Xichun heard this, the cold color on her pink and pretty face faded slightly, and her crystal clear eyes showed a look of joy. She softly said "hmm" and said, "Thank you, Brother Heng."
Jia Heng looked at Qin Keqing and said, "I'll see off my fourth sister."
Qin Keqing smiled and said, "Husband, please go."
Watched the two of them leave.
At this time, Jia Heng and Xichun came to the courtyard where they lived one after another. They lit the candlesticks, put away the bedding, and lit the incense.
Jia Heng looked around at the furniture and furnishings, turned to look at the arrogant little loli, and asked, "Sister, are you still used to living in this house?"
"I'm used to living here. It's quiet and unique here." Xichun's voice was delicate and milky, but her expression was cold.
As he spoke, he pointed to the desk by the window and said softly: "The painting is over there on the desk."
Jia Heng nodded, and before getting close to the writing desk, he did not look directly at the scroll pressed by the paperweight, but looked at an open Buddhist scripture, frowned, and picked it up.
"Sister, why are you reading this again?" Jia Heng picked up the Diamond Sutra in his hand, and it was obvious that there were signs of reading on it.
Xichun must have read these Buddhist verses very early, otherwise, she would not have been able to reveal the Zen spirit of becoming a monk when she was older, when the sisters were composing poems and guessing riddles.
This is not something that can be said in a short period of time.
Xichun looked at the boy opposite him with bright eyes and said softly: "I just flipped through it at will."
Jia Heng came closer, looked at Xichun, and said, "That won't work either. Buddhist scriptures and Zen teachings can be read by those who can see through the world. However, at my sister's age, reading it too early will only ruin a person's life. I still hope that my sister is safe and happy. , I will get married one day, take care of my husband and raise my children, and go into painting. I will collect all these and I will take them away later, and I will not buy them again in the future."
Xichun: "..."
Why are you just talking about getting married and raising children?
After all, girls of this era are a little precocious. Xichun's bright eyes were slightly lowered, and she was a little shy, and her baby cheeks were a little red.
Jia Heng took a look and thought to himself, there is still hope.
If marriage is mentioned and it can be treated with indifference, then...it's almost impossible.
Jia Heng said: "Okay, let me see how your painting goes?"
As he said that, he stood next to Xichun and looked down at the scroll on the table.
What I saw above was the scene of admiring the snow and looking for plum blossoms in Huifang Garden that day.
The first thing that catches the eye is a plum blossom tree growing between jagged and strange rocks, blooming with fragrant stamens and unexplained beauty. A dark blue and cold white stone arch bridge spans the winding stream. Above it, the Tianxiang Tower in the distance shows a corner of its eaves.
It can be seen that Xichun's techniques are still a bit unfamiliar when it comes to building construction.
Then, on the stone bridge, stood a young man with a heroic temperament, wearing a black cloak, a mountain crown on his head, and a military commander's uniform. He held a sword at his waist and looked into the distance with cold eyes.
The painter seems to be very good at painting figures, and the exquisite animal-shaped patterns on his clothes are clearly visible. The main lines are cold and charming.
Jia Heng looked at the scroll and couldn't help but laugh: "Is that the person on the bridge?"
Xichun lowered his eyes slightly and said in a weak voice: "Well, I just learned it, so I don't know how to draw it."
Jia Heng's cold eyes showed deep thought, and he murmured: "I remember... I didn't wear official robes that day, so I don't remember."
Xichun didn't know why, but her pink cheeks felt a little hot, and she said softly: "I...I also forgot, maybe I drew it wrong."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "As long as the artistic conception is reached, it's just me. I look quite lonely."
He secretly thought, at such a young age, don’t be an abstinent and controlling person, right?
Well, since I've been playing with Miaoyu, maybe I feel that this cold temperament is more approachable?
Xichun suddenly said in a low voice: "Originally, I painted a scene of snowy plum blossoms, but with no one in the scene, it became a bit monotonous, so... I painted my brother on it."
At this moment, he brought two cups of fragrant tea and said with a chuckle: "Uncle, use tea."
Jia Heng rushed into the painting and nodded, then looked at Xichun and said: "The painting is quite good. Although the scenery is good, it needs more fireworks after all."
Xichun saw that the young man's eyebrows were filled with joy, and when he heard the pun-like words, his bright eyes slightly lowered.
Jia Heng took a sip of the fragrant tea and said, "Tomorrow, I will have someone lead the painter to your courtyard. If you see that the painter likes it, study hard."
"Yeah." Xichun responded.
Jia Heng said softly: "Don't read Buddhist scriptures from now on."
Xichun raised his head, looked at the young man quietly, nodded, and agreed.
Jia Heng put down the tea cup, smiled and said, "Okay, it's getting late, so you should rest."
As he said that, he looked at the painting and the color screen and said, "Take good care of your girl."
"Yes, sir." Ru Hua and Cai Ping responded.
It wasn't until Jia Heng left that Xichun slowly withdrew his gaze. After returning to the desk, he looked at the young man in the painting, feeling a little lost for a moment.
At Haishi, after Qin Keqing had placed the Xiangling properly, Jia Heng also returned from Xichun Courtyard and returned to the room with Qin Keqing. The two of them lay on the bed side by side, the candles were blown out, the curtains were put down, and the quilt was soft and fragrant. , the mutton-fat beauty nestled in Jia Heng's arms, raised a piece of hibiscus noodles, and said softly: "Husband, your aunt won't complain about you, right?"
Jia Heng stroked the beauty's round and smooth shoulders and said softly: "It depends on what she thinks. I consider myself to be the most benevolent and righteous person."
Qin Keqing said softly: "My husband doesn't seem to like the Xue family very much? Also, sister Baochai's brother is not something to worry about. I heard that because of Xiangling, there have been lawsuits and disasters involving life and death in the southern province."
Jia Heng said: "It's not that I'm not too happy, it's just that the matter of relatives is so deep and shallow that it's not easy to complain."
Qin Keqing wanted to say something else, but she heard the man from home sighing in her ears, "Okay, let's not talk about these troublesome things."
Jia Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly spoke in Qin Keqing's ear.
Qin Keqing's face turned red and she said: "Husband, how can this be possible? The world is in order, how can there be..."
"I'm running around here and there today. I'm a little tired and don't want to move much." Jia Heng said softly.
Qin Keqing: "..."
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In Lixiangyuan, the night shrouded the room, and the lights in the wing reflected two lonely figures. It was clearly Aunt Xue sitting on the bed and sighing, while Baochai was persuading her.
Baochai advised from the side: "Mom, Brother Heng has agreed to search for me early tomorrow morning. Brother Heng should be fine."
Aunt Xue sighed: "But this night, I don't know your brother, why do you think Brother Heng..."
Baochai's jade face paused slightly and said softly: "Mom doesn't even think about it. For the sake of her relatives, she sent troops in the middle of the night to shake the world. If this spreads out, it will be either public or not."
When Aunt Xue heard this, she was stunned for a moment. She seemed to think it was reasonable. After a long time, she looked at Baochai and said softly: "My dear girl, you have always been considerate of people's difficulties."
Baochai sighed softly and said softly: "Mom, go to bed early. We will still be looking for my brother early tomorrow morning."
Aunt Xue nodded and said nothing else.
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The next day, when the sky was bright, Jia Heng's order was passed to Guoyong camp. Guoyong camp sent a large number of soldiers into the mountain to search for the whereabouts of the marching chiefs Fang Ji, Ni Biao, Xue Pan and others.
But in the Daming Palace, at the noon court meeting, there were already hundreds of officials and a flood of bullets.
After a night and half a day of fermentation, the civil and military officials burned up the lights and worked all night, wrote the memorial, and waited for the afternoon meeting to impeach Wang Ziteng.
In the Daming Palace, Emperor Chongping was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, sitting on the dragon-carved royal chair in front of the Ming Hall, looking at the civil and military ministers below who extended to the outside of the palace.
Jia Heng was also among the military attachés, but he actually didn't really want to attend such a court meeting.
But as a person involved in suppressing the rebellion yesterday, in order to be questioned by the ministers, it would be impossible not to attend.
Although the temperature in the palace was somewhat low now because the doors and windows were open and the floor heating could not hold much, it still could not cool down the fiery hearts of the ministers in the palace who wanted to punish the emperor.
"My lord, the military department is assigned to Guo Pu, who is in charge of the matter. He is impeaching Wang Ziteng, the governor of the Beijing camp. He has no way to lead the army, is incompetent in running the army, does not know people well, has great ambitions but lacks talents, is authoritative and self-willed... He is entrusted with the responsibility of organizing the army. Li, Yao, and Yue were greedy, despised, and cruel people. They divided power among different parties and had good discipline. As a result, they triggered a mutiny in the Beijing camp yesterday, and the rebel troops rushed to the ground. The people of Shenjing were panicked, and people in the ban looked sideways. Without the divine blessing of the Holy One, people would have returned home. Li Ge Lao planned the strategy and faced the danger. General Yunhui mobilized his troops to save the crisis. How could such an incompetent person have caused a disaster! My minister, please be strict with the Holy One. Prince Teng is guilty of missing the army!" Guo Pu, the commander of the Military Department, took the lead in firing the cannon, holding a wat board in his hand, and came out of the squad to announce.
Jia Heng was standing in the queue of military attachés, with an indifferent expression on his face, thinking: "If we're talking about trolling people, we still need these officials."
Sometimes he admired the mouths of these officials, the cadence of their words of impeachment, and the performance of Wang Ziteng, the emperor, Li Ge, and him in this incident, all in the same order.
At this moment, Wang Ziteng, who was standing in the queue of military attachés, had a gloomy face and said nothing, as if he had not heard anything.
He had foreseen this scene last night. The Beijing camp mutinied and hundreds of officials attacked, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.
In the morning, the eunuch was summoned to the court hall for questioning.
However, because of this incident, his whole family suffered disaster, and he was loyal to the king but was criticized by all the ministers. He did not believe that the Holy Emperor had no friendship at all.
He raised his eyes and took a peek at the face of the emperor who was sitting upright, but he saw that the emperor's face was expressionless and he didn't say a word.
Wang Ziteng breathed a sigh of relief. If this was the case, there might be a turn for the better.
However, before Wang Ziteng could say anything more, Jiang Xuan, Hu Kegui Shizhong, followed closely behind him. He came out of the class holding a wat board and said: "Your Majesty, Hu Kegui Shizhong, Jiang Xuan, impeached Wang Yingjiedushi Wangzi Teng. , the corpse is a vegetarian, mediocre..."
When Wang Ziteng heard this, his inner lake, which he thought was a stagnant lake, immediately stirred up a storm. He looked back at Hu Ke and Jiang Xuan, who was involved in the incident. He felt so angry that he couldn't hear clearly the words of impeachment that followed.
Just yesterday, when he went to the Ministry of War, this guy was still talking to him about how incompetent Jia Heng was, and now he was going to impeach him. It was really shameless to act according to the wind!
Seeing that Wang Ziteng looked at him with hatred, Yushi Jiuyi's eyes were stern and he said: "Prince Teng has lost his etiquette in front of the emperor!"
Prince Teng turned his head and cupped his hands towards Emperor Chongping, who was sitting upright.
After Jiang Xuan impeached, the Censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate also walked out from the end of the palace, held the wat to impeach, and said: "Your Majesty, Yang Wenxuan, the Censor of Henan Province, impeached Prince Teng Ren and Xiaoxiao, which provoked the Liwei camp to rebel. For this reason, Xicheng Kang Zhixue, the censor who patrolled the city, died a heroic martyrdom..."
The impeachment of the Henan Province censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate completely kicked off the impeachment. The censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate began to report one after another. For a time, the Daming Palace was filled with bullets and articles, and verbal and written criticisms. Huahua was scolding Wang Ziteng.
Someone even read a eulogy in the impeachment memorial to commemorate Kang Zhi, the censor of the city, for his diligent work in front of his students... The sound and appearance were vivid.
Jia Heng's face was expressionless when he saw this scene.
One of the censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate died. The death of one person brought glory to the Metropolitan Procuratorate. It is not surprising that the censor would have such a "performative" impeachment.
When the impeachment of Wang Ziteng by all the ministers came to an end, Emperor Chongping, who was at the head, looked at Wang Ziteng with an indifferent look and asked: "Wang Qing, do you have any comments on the impeachment of officials and officials?" ?”
Facing the gazes one after another, the prince vacated his shift, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said in a mournful voice: "I am reporting to you, Your Majesty, that I am so impatient in running the army that I have provoked a mutiny and disturbed the Holy One. I sincerely live up to your majestic grace. And my family members were also affected. They were massacred by the insurrectionary soldiers. My wife and young son were all murdered. It is my fault that I brought it upon myself, as I misled others and myself... I ask the Holy One to punish me strictly for my crime."
As soon as this statement came out, all the ministers in the palace discussed it secretly.
Wang Ziteng's house was attacked by rebel soldiers, and many people died. Wang Ziteng is now taking the blame. If he is punished severely for his crime, the court will be too harsh... and it will be detrimental to his sanctity.
Jia Heng glanced at Wang Ziteng and secretly shook his head.
In Wang Ziteng's current state, he would plead guilty and then suffer miserably.
No matter how you say it, Prince Teng's family was massacred by the rebels. If the court continues to punish severely, it will always be too cold and mean to the ministers who are loyal to the king.
Then who else has the courage to do anything?
Emperor Chongping remained silent and asked, "Wang Qing, have you started preparing for the funeral at home?"
Wang Ziteng said in a low voice: "The guilty minister thanks His Majesty for your concern. The funeral has been held and arrangements are being made."
Emperor Chongping was silent again and said: "Wang Qing is ultimately responsible for the oversight. He has been relieved of his duties as the Jiedushi of the Beijing Camp and returned home to reflect on his mistakes."
Wang Ziteng's face was shaken, his voice became louder, and he kowtowed: "The guilty minister thanked the Holy God for His great grace, but the guilty minister only repaid the Holy Master's favor by smearing his liver and brains."
After the ministers heard this, they said nothing else.
The matter of Wang Ziteng has come to an end.
However, at this moment, a person suddenly jumped out and said, "I am in charge of the matter. Zhu Yuanmao impeached the great scholar of Huagaidian. Yang Guochang, the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, could not accept it. Before the mutiny, Yunhui General Jia Heng had reminded him, but The great scholar Yang Guochang obstructed the audience and deceived the emperor, thus causing yesterday's chaos. I ask that he be punished for delaying the military flight."
As soon as these words came out, the officials were in an uproar... The Beijing camp had long been in danger of mutiny. Did General Yunhui remind him? Was he still blocked by Mr. Yang Ge?
This is a new revelation, and some censors are like flies chasing the smell. They secretly regret not knowing it earlier and can only act on the spot.
Jia Heng saw this scene, but his face was not happy, he frowned, and his eyes showed thinking.
On that day, he went to the palace to remind Emperor Chongping that this matter was originally only heard by the emperor and a group of cabinet ministers, and perhaps Dai Quan and other internal eunuchs who were serving him. How did it reach the ears of Yan Guan?
So, who spread the word?
My mind was spinning, and I had already made some guesses.
This method of leveraging force and hiding needles in the cotton seems to be Han Huang's handiwork.
But Han Huang's behavior seemed to reveal the emperor's failure to appreciate loyal advice.
Of course, if the emperor is in trouble, I will take the blame.
This time, the blame was thrown to Yang Guochang. No one would be happy to talk about how the emperor gave a banquet and commended Prince Teng. This matter has been selectively forgotten.
And this person also had some plot against him.
Then will the emperor suspect that he revealed it to Zhu Yuanmao?
Ministry of Industry...Zhu Yuanmao seems to be a good friend of Jia Zheng.
When Jia Zheng was in the Ministry of Industry, he did not have many friends, but Zhu Yuanmao was one of them.
But can such a concentration of smoke bombs really hide the emperor who is well aware of the situation in the court?
Perhaps Han Huangyuan didn't want to hide it.
In fact, not only at the national level, it is difficult to hide someone who has reached the second child stage in terms of size, but also at the personal level, it is also difficult to hide someone who has reached the second child stage in terms of power.
Really Han Yang was so kind, but it was Emperor Chongping who couldn't sleep.
In the same way, after g2, it is other countries that cannot sleep.
Han Huang probably didn't want to hide it from Emperor Chongping. Emperor Chongping's bottom line should be that dynasty disputes should return to dynasty disputes, but public affairs should not be abolished for personal reasons. Just relying on this matter alone should not be moved to a cabinet minister.
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