Ningguo Mansion, Flower Hall
Wang Yi, the son of Wang Ziteng, sat on the golden nanmu chair and did not touch the tea cup on the small table. His face was indifferent and he felt a bit of humiliation in his heart.
He was thinking about how to talk to the head of the Jia family later.
At this moment, I heard the voice of the servant coming from the front yard, "Master, an angel has come to the palace."
When Wang Yi heard this, he was startled. He stood up and looked outside. His face changed, and he thought, "I guess it's the decree from the palace that he will be promoted to a noble rank."
Thinking that the boy who was one year younger than himself would be promoted to a higher rank in the palace later, Wang Yi felt a burning feeling of resentment mixed with jealousy deep in his heart.
I took a deep breath, suppressed my negative emotions, and wondered if I should hide?
But then I thought about it, there was nothing to hide from here, so I sat down again.
On this side, Jia Heng saw Xiang Daiquan in the Daming Palace at the Yimen. He ordered people to set up the incense table, received the imperial edict, and got up.
Dai Quan folded up the imperial edict silk and looked at the young man opposite. The wrinkles on his fair and beardless face seemed to be about to burst into laughter, and said: "Jia Ziyu, congratulations. At such an age, you have relied on your ancestors to become a duke or duke." , our family has seen many people, but this is the first time our family has seen someone like Ziyu who has achieved a noble title through meritorious service in these years."
Titles are also different from titles. The meritorious sons who succeeded their fathers and ascended to high positions did not hold as much weight in the emperor's heart as the young man who was just a first-class baron in front of him.
Jia Heng took the imperial edict with both hands, then held it up with one hand and invited him with the other: "Eunuch Dai is so complimentary. Please come into the hall to have a cup of tea and have a rest."
Dai Quan smiled, said "please", and then followed Jia Heng into the flower hall.
When the two entered the hall, Dai Quan paused and looked at Wang Yi, who was sitting on the nanmu chair. He looked surprised, turned to Jia Heng, and asked, "Who is this?"
Wang Yi raised his eyes and saw Dai Quan, his heart moved slightly, he walked a few steps quickly, bowed his hands and said, "Wang Yi, the son of the former Jiedu Envoy of the Beijing Camp, has met Eunuch Dai."
Jia Heng frowned and said nothing. He wanted to see what Wang Yi would do.
Dai Quan smiled and suddenly said: "It turns out he is Wang Ziteng's son. He looks familiar to us."
The prince rectified the capital camp, causing great chaos and almost causing a military riot in the capital city. Later, because of the death of his family members, the emperor took pity on his plight and did not deal with it. It is said that he is currently at home.
Dai Quan looked Wang Yi up and down again and asked with a smile: "Are you here to visit Jia Ziyu?"
Wang Yi responded, then looked at Jia Heng aside, with a smile on his face: "Isn't this the first year of junior high school today? Come and see Brother Heng."
Hearing Wang Yi's familiar address, Jia Heng's eyes became darker and he said, "Brother Wang, please sit down."
Don't reach out to hit the smiling person, and it's in front of Dai Quan, so of course your attitude doesn't need to be too enthusiastic.
In fact, he will adjust his attitude towards the Wang family in a timely manner as the situation changes.
Previously, after leaving the palace in Yuanchun, Wang Ziteng, the former governor of the Beijing Camp, had lost the opportunity to "enter the cabinet and serve as prime minister and auxiliary minister" as in the original work.
When the incident in Beijing Camp occurred, the Wang family was completely in decline and could only survive.
From now on, he will neither deliberately snipe to avoid being criticized, nor will the two families of Jia and Wang be as close as before.
This is not only due to doubts about Wang Ziteng's ability or character, but also because the Wang family is disobedient.
A disobedient ally is like a bomb that explodes at any time.
When Dai Quan saw the conversation between the two, his eyes moved slightly, and he could taste it.
The four families of King Jia Shi and Xue were in-laws to each other, sharing the same spirit and sharing weal and woe, but they were not monolithic internally. In the past, the Wang family was so powerful that it seemed to overshadow the Jia family.
Now that the younger generations of the Jia family are trying to compete, and Jia Ziyu is born, it's strange that the Wang family doesn't have a grudge.
Since Wang Yi was nearby, Dai Quan and Jia Heng couldn't say much. They exchanged casual greetings, drank a cup of tea, said they wanted to return to the palace, and then left their seats to say goodbye.
Jia Heng sent Dai Quan to the door of Ning Mansion. He stuffed the prepared 10,000 taels of silver notes over him before returning to the hall. It can be said that to maintain interpersonal relationships, you can never wait until the end of the matter before asking for help.
Wang Yi was still waiting. When he saw Jia Heng returning, he stood up, his face a little unnatural.
Jia Heng took a look at Wang Yi, and without going around in circles, asked: "Brothers from the Wang family, is it your intention to come here this time, or is it your father's intention?"
Wang Yi was preparing to speak when he heard the question. His expression changed. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. He thought for a while and replied: "It's my father's wish. Our two families are old relatives, so we should move around more during the Chinese New Year." "
At this moment, facing those scrutinizing eyes, Wang Yi felt a fear in his heart that he was unwilling to admit.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I understand. If the Wang brothers have nothing else to do, they can go back first."
It was not surprising that Wang Ziteng bowed his head and admitted defeat, but Wang Yi just came to express his attitude. It was obviously not qualified to talk on behalf of Wang Ziteng.
Now his attitude is that the gift has been accepted, and people have seen him, and his lukewarm attitude has been passed on.
Although it is not advisable to use the Wang family as a political ally, it is not wrong if it is just a political deal once or twice.
Wang Yi looked ugly and opened his mouth. It was obvious that he was dismissed by the other party as if he were chasing away flies. He felt humiliated and knew that the situation was better than others. He had no choice but to suppress the resentment in his heart and said goodbye.
At this time, servants from outside came to report that the Prince of Nan'an, the Prince of Beijing, the Duke of Jianguo, the Duke of Zhiguo, the Duke of Qi, the Marquis of Baoling Shi Nai, the Marquis of Zhongjing Shi Nai, and several housekeepers from several houses came to give gifts and congratulate them.
In addition, some generals from the Beijing Camp sent their family stewards to the door to give gifts. If Jia Heng hadn't said in advance that he didn't like the generals from the Beijing Camp gathering to congratulate him, the threshold of Ningguo Mansion would have been broken.
Without him, it would be too ostentatious.
But even so, compared to Jia Heng who was promoted to the third-class general and later to the first-class general, the four princes and eight princes did not come to congratulate him. At this moment, the house was really full of guests, and the house was like a city.
Jia Heng put down the teacup and told Jiao Da to go and receive him first. Just as he was about to get up and go to the backyard, he suddenly heard a servant coming to report that a young master named Han came over with a gift to congratulate him.
Saying that, he handed over the famous assassination.
Jia Heng put the imperial edict in the cabinet, took the invitation and looked at it, and was stunned.
"Han Hui."
His face couldn't help but appear thoughtful.
"Han Huang allowed his son to visit him at this time. His intention is self-evident."
After he impeached Yang Guochang yesterday, the political struggle to "overthrow Yang" had quietly begun. As he expected, Han Huang, the second minister of the cabinet, began to feel restless.
"It's just that this person is very thoughtful and scheming, so you need to be careful of being scheming."
From the bottom of his heart, he did not want Han Huang to take over as the chief minister of the cabinet.
He knew very well the virtues of the southeastern gentry, especially after he took charge of the Jinyiwei, and his understanding of the Zhejiang Party became deeper and deeper.
Now, more than ever, Chen Han needs to support the world with the finance and taxation of the three southeastern provinces. The result of allowing the Zhejiang Party to govern is unpredictable. Presumably, this is also the reason why the emperor's trust in Yang Guochang has not diminished and he has always tolerated it.
It can be said that the emperor's re-appointment of Yang Guochang and other Qi party members was to use northern scholars to fight southern scholars. This was also the deepest logic of political operation since the founding of the Chen-Han Dynasty.
At that time, Taizu Taizu of the Chen Han Dynasty moved the capital of the country from the flower-filled Jinling City to Chang'an against all opinions. This was what he meant.
Thinking deeply, Jia Heng's face turned gloomy. Today, he has been able to clear away the fog of the three parties in the court and get to the core.
"When the Military Aircraft Department is established, if nothing unexpected happens, I will definitely join the Military Aircraft Department. However, the Military Aircraft Department cannot handle border affairs without the support of the cabinet. But after Han Huang becomes the chief minister, will he open his eyes to the southeastern gentry? There is no doubt that there is no class that betrays a class.”
He could almost predict that once Han Huang became the first assistant, if there was a rift with him in the future, he would be more difficult to deal with than Yang Guochang.
Chocolate-flavored shit, shit-flavored chocolate, it’s a matter of choice.
"I think the emperor has been thinking about this issue recently."
Jia Heng's mind was spinning, and he ordered his servant to bring him to meet him. Then he left the flower hall and saw Han Hui under the eaves of the corridor.
The son of the second minister of the cabinet, he was tall and elegant, wearing a scholar's square scarf and a blue and white cotton robe. He smiled and said congratulations: "Zi Yu, congratulations."
Jia Heng smiled and invited, "That gust of wind has blown Zi Sheng over. Please come quickly."
With that said, Han Hui was introduced into the flower hall, and the two of them sat down respectively as guest and host, and chatted for a while.
Jia Heng asked: "Brother Zisheng, what are you busy with recently?"
Han Hui smiled and said, "I'm not busy with anything else. I'm preparing for next spring."
Han Hui was a famous scholar and is currently studying in the Imperial College.
As he said that, Han Hui looked at Jia Heng, smiled, and asked, "Speaking of which, if Ziyu competes in the provincial examination this autumn, he will definitely win in the spring next year."
Jia Heng couldn't help but laugh and said: "Brother Zisheng, you think too highly of me to be named on the gold medal list in one go."
Han Hui said with a smile: "Ziyu's "Pinglu Ce" has clear diction and can be handed down as a famous poem. There are also those two lines of poetry. Although they are only two lines, they are more heroic and responsible than me."
After a day of fermentation, or in other words, with the help of interested people, yesterday's New Year's Eve, the details of the Xihe Palace were revealed by congratulatory officials. From "Pinglu Ce" to two lines of poems and five questions about Yang Guochang, almost The news spread throughout Shenjing and caused quite a discussion in the Imperial College.
As for Yang Guochang's image of a "foolish old man" who was dumbfounded when asked by Jia Heng, and was deliberately displayed by some thoughtful people, he was so vivid that it attracted the ridicule of many people.
If it weren't for the Chinese New Year, the General Affairs Department would have been bombarding the public with a flood of articles and public sentiments. It could be said that there was an undercurrent surging in Shenjing City at this moment, and everyone was staring at the cabinet.
Jia Heng said: "But the imperial examination does not test policy theory, but the study of classics and meanings, and the art of eight-legged writing. I am not good at it, and I don't know whether I can pass it or not."
Han Hui thought for a while, with a strange look on his face, and said, "Although the martial arts can't help but take the imperial examination, Ziyu has a great reputation now. If he takes part in the imperial examination, I'm afraid it will attract some criticism."
Chen Han did not prohibit his noble sons from taking part in the imperial examinations. At that time, Jia Jing of Ningguo Mansion took part in the imperial examinations as a sijue, and won the imperial examination and was named on the gold list.
But Jia Jing did not become an official at the beginning, and Jia Heng was not as famous as he is now.
Jia Heng thought for a while, his face paused, and he pondered for a moment.
At this point, he had to admit that it was inappropriate for him to take the imperial examination again. It was not a matter of title, but a matter of reputation.
The imperial court started as a first-rank official and the architect of national defense strategy. He had just impeached the chief minister, and then took part in the imperial examination?
It's like this style of painting. One moment there was a state meeting, but the next day it was said that I was going to take the national examination?
The entire civil service group was in chaos.
Are you here to cause trouble?
Otherwise, why don't you come and take the examination for deputy director?
For example, in the original work, Jia Zheng was selected by the emperor as a scholar, but Jia Zheng was not even a scholar.
Han Hui smiled and said: "Nowadays in the capital, from the cabinet ministers and assistants to the traders and footmen, who doesn't know Ziyu's name? "Cijue Biao" is recited throughout the country, "Pinglu Ce" is studied by hundreds of officials, and the Three Kingdoms Dialects In this restaurant and teahouse, if Zi Yu takes part in the imperial examination, not only will it cause an uproar, but it will also draw sideways glances."
It's okay if you pass the exam, you can only gossip a few words. If you fail, it will be a joke.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment, but he thought it was a problem. He sighed and said: "The sun and the moon are long in the cold window with snow, and there are colorful chapters written on colorful paper. Once the Donghua Gate is called, it is not in vain for a young and good son. Zi Sheng knows that , if I have a choice, I still want to study, take the imperial examination and become an official."
Han Hui's expression paused slightly. Seeing the lost expression on the young man's face, an indescribable strangeness filled his heart.
how to say?
If the people of future generations are here, they may be born. After I don’t know my wife and my beautiful brother Dong, I regret my creation of Ali Jieqima, and after Peking University is still doing well, Sa Beining... still want to take the imperial examination for Jia Ziyu?
Han Hui thought for a while and said: "If Zi Yu is persistent in studying and gaining fame, the Holy Spirit can give him a Jinshi background. This happened in the past."
Jia Heng shook his head and said, "That's just self-deception."
Han Hui did not mention this matter, but instead mentioned Yu Zhen's father, Yu De, the censor of Youqiandu, and said with emotion: "Uncle Yu Shi went to the south to handle important cases, and I don't know how the situation is in the south."
When it came to rectifying the salt affairs, Jia Heng's face paused slightly and he said in a deep voice: "The wind and waves are high in the south, and there was a lot of trouble a year ago. Not long ago, there was a break for the New Year. After this year, I think the trouble will start again. ”
Han Hui nodded and said: "Isn't it true that the capital city is like this? The capital police are about to come, and I don't know how much trouble there will be."
When Jia Heng heard this, his heart moved and he looked at Han Hui closely, but Han Hui didn't say anything else. He just smiled, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said, "Zi Yu, it's getting late. I'll go first." gone back."
Jia Heng frowned, feeling somewhat enlightened.
The plan to investigate the capital was probably Han Huang's idea, and this was considered an early warning.
After bidding farewell to Han Hui, Jia Heng took the imperial edict and prepared to go to the inner study. Just as he reached the eaves of the corridor, he saw a girl wearing a emerald-colored coat and skirt and a bun, walking towards her. She had a few duck eggs with small freckles. There was a smile on his face.
Yuanyang smiled and said: "The old lady said that after the uncle receives the imperial edict, he can go to Tianxiang Tower to talk."
Jia Heng nodded towards Yuanyang and said, "I'll go there after I put the imperial edict in place."
In addition to the imperial edict, when worshiping ancestors, they are worshiped to comfort the ancestors. They are usually cared for by dedicated personnel to prevent insect infestation and ant erosion.
Yuanyang responded softly, pursed her lips, and said with a smile: "Let me help you."
Jia Heng said softly: "That's not necessary, I can just do it myself."
The smile on Yuanyang's pretty duck-egg face faltered, and she watched the young man enter the inner study with a gloomy expression.
Jia Heng entered the inner room, bypassed a mountain and river screen, locked the imperial edict into a wooden cabinet, turned back, looked at Yuanyang, smiled and said: "Let's go."
However, Yuanyang's heart skipped a beat when he was laughed at by the young man opposite him. With his eyebrows lowered, he walked side by side along the corridor and returned to Tianxiang Tower.
At this moment, Tianxiang Tower was still enveloped in a cheerful atmosphere. Mother Jia, Sister Feng and others were chatting and laughing while waiting for the promotion decision to be confirmed in the front yard.
Seeing Jia Heng coming over, Sister Feng's gorgeous face had a smile on her face, and she deliberately called out in fun: "Old Ancestor, the Lord is back."
Jia Heng didn't pay attention to Sister Feng's joke. He looked at Jia Mu, called out, and then sat down.
All the female relatives in Tianxiang Tower stopped talking and laughing, and all looked at the young man. Although they did not see that he had the imperial edict with him, the joy on their faces did not diminish.
Jia Mu smiled and asked, "Brother Heng, have you received the palace's decree?"
Jia Heng nodded and said, "The imperial edict has been collected."
Jia Mu smiled and said: "You have been promoted to a first-class male. This is a big deal. We have to open an ancestral hall to comfort our ancestors and make them happy."
Jia Heng thought for a while and said: "Maybe it won't happen today or tomorrow, let's just leave it the day after tomorrow."
Sister Feng said with a smile: "Brother Heng, I just told the old lady that we would sing for half a month and keep the fun going until the Lantern Festival."
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said, "Sister-in-law Feng and Ke Qing, you two can decide. But if Sister-in-law Feng likes to listen to opera, she can go south and buy a theater troupe."
Sister Feng: "..."
Everyone didn't know why, but they felt like laughing while listening to the conversation between the two.
On Baochai Lirui's face, her apricot eyes were as full as water as she looked at the young man, and a smile couldn't help but curl up at the corner of her mouth.
Sister Feng did not take the joke to heart. Her eyes lit up and she said: "Brother Heng is still thoughtful. Later I will ask people to buy a theater troupe from Nan Province. Let's also listen to Kun Opera and Wu Nong's soft words. This is considered a local accent.”
Mother Jia lamented: "It's been so many years since I went back to Jinling."
Everyone was talking happily.
At this time, Qin Keqing's beautiful eyes were slightly rippling. Seeing the tired look between Jia Heng's eyebrows, she said with concern: "If your husband is sleepy, you might as well go back and rest first."
As soon as these words came out, Tanchun and others looked up and saw Jia Heng's face looking tired, and they all tried to persuade him.
Baochai couldn't help but glance at Qin Keqing, her apricot eyes looked gloomy, and she sighed quietly in her heart.
Jia's mother said: "I got up early in the morning before dawn, there was a military parade, and I was dealing with the emperor in the palace. Brother Heng must be exhausted by now, so it is only right to go and catch up on some sleep." "
At the end of the day, I felt a little guilty, and just wanted to be happy, asking people to keep coming here to toss.
Jia Heng put down the tea cup, smiled lightly, and said: "Actually, it's okay, but it's better to take a nap. I have to go to the Beijing Camp for inspection later, and I might have to stay in the Beijing Camp tonight, but I won't be delayed tomorrow." Guining."
At the end of the sentence, he glanced at Qin Keqing.
Fortunately, Qin Keqing only looked concerned and did not believe him.
According to the custom, the bride will return to her parents' home on the second day of the Lunar New Year. She will go to her father-in-law tomorrow, as she promised Qin Keqing.
After saying that, with the persuasion of Jia Mu and others, they no longer persisted and left Tianxiang Tower.
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