In the study room, Jia Heng put down the book in his hand and was about to stand up and walk towards Rongqing Hall. After thinking about it, he turned to look at the slim girl wearing a crimson satin jacket and a blue satin vest.
"What's the matter, uncle?" Yuanyang felt something in his heart and asked curiously.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment, then his eyes fell on the face of the girl with an oval face, and asked: "How are you these days?"
He has also heard some rumors in the past few days. It seems that Yuanyang did not tell Jia Mu what he said, but chose to solve it himself.
Therefore, although Jia She knelt in the ancestral hall, it did not cause as much fuss as in the original work.
As in the original work, Jia She was slapped in the face almost in front of all the young wives and girls of Jia's family, but the price paid was also very painful, and she cut her will - the mandarin duck girl vowed not to be a mandarin duck. .
At this moment, being looked at by the young man's thoughtful eyes, the mandarin duck's beautiful eyebrows were raised, with a faint blush on his duck egg face with a few scattered freckles, and he was stroking the braid tied with a red rope in front of him, pretending not to be shy. You know: "What did the uncle say?"
Jia Heng paused and said, "Actually, it's nothing."
mandarin duck:"……"
What is nothing?
Looking at Yuanyang who had a doubtful look on his life, Jia Heng came closer and suddenly took hold of the girl's slender cattails.
Yuanyang is among the maids, with a slim waist and shoulders, and a tall figure, so her palms are naturally slender. Although she has served Jia Mu for several years, she does not do rough work, so there are no calluses between her palms and fingers, and her skin is delicate , holding it in my hand, it feels a little cold to the touch, perhaps because of the lack of clothing.
"Uncle Heng..." Feeling that his palm was held by a pair of gentle hands, Yuanyang's delicate body trembled slightly, and he gently raised his beautiful duck-egg face that had not been put on makeup, straightened the bridge of his nose, and left his lips unpainted. Yanzhi looked at the young man blankly, but met a pair of warm and jade-like eyes.
Feeling panicked, he lowered his head, his white cheeks with a few freckles gradually turned as red as clouds, but he did not pull away his hand, letting the young man hold it.
"Xi Ren told me what happened the day before yesterday. I originally wanted to find the old lady in person, but I have heard that you have handled it properly in the past two days." Jia Heng looked at the shy and timid girl with downcast eyebrows and said softly: "What did the old lady say?"
Yuanyang whispered: "Yeah... I didn't say anything."
Now that my hand is being held, I don’t know what to say.
Fortunately, there was no one else in the wing.
Jia Heng nodded and said: "The old lady is in the spring and Autumn period. I heard that I can't live without you for a day. You might as well serve in front of the old lady for the past two or three years. By the way, we have a long life. You What do you think?"
If possible, he would cultivate a relationship with Yuanyang and it would be natural. Zhu Bajie would have no fun eating ginseng fruit.
Thinking about it, Yuanyang had more affection and admiration for him at this time, and there was no such thing as an intimate relationship.
And he also somewhat likes the character of Jin Yuanyang.
Yuanyang Jinxinxiukou is known as the Golden Yuanyang. In the original work, she broke into the affair between Siqi and Pan Youan, but she did not expose it. She can be said to be kind-hearted.
Therefore, later generations' interpretation that mandarin ducks stole Jia's mother's money, leading to a huge loss and committing suicide in shame and anger, is simply based on speculation and nonsense.
Hearing this, Yuanyang was filled with embarrassment. She turned her head, pursed her lips, and said "hmm" softly.
She didn't want to leave the old lady and come to the East Mansion, but... was this a promise?
Jia Heng thought for a while and said softly: "If you have any questions, you can come to me in the future. You don't have to ask Xiren to come and send a message for everything."
Yuanyang didn't know what he was feeling, so he softly said "hmm".
Jia Heng let go of Yuanyang's hand and said warmly: "It's late spring at this time, so wear thicker clothes next time. My hands are a little cold. It's been warm for a while, but it's not hot yet... Okay, let's go."
Yuanyang blushed, and her hands were a little cold?
Co-writing just to warm your hands?
Without saying another word, Jia Heng took an oil-paper umbrella and walked with Yuanyang along the Chaoshou corridor and out of Ningguo Mansion.
Yuanyang was walking half a foot behind. From time to time, the beautiful girl peeked at the boy in python suit beside her. She saw that his face was calm, and his eyes under the eyebrows were looking ahead. For a moment, he couldn't guess what he was thinking.
It is spring with a sharp cold, slanting wind and light rain. The sky is covered with a thick layer of clouds. There is a bit of fresh breath after the rain lingering in the courtyard, making people suddenly feel that their muscles and bones are damp and cold, and their minds are clear.
In Rongguo Mansion, because the weather was gloomy and the light was dim, the Rongqing Hall was already lit with candles, as bright as day, and the figures looked longingly.
Jia Mu is sitting on the Luohan bed, with Amber, Jade and other maids behind her standing with their hands down. Mrs. Wang, Aunt Xue and Li Wan are sitting at the bottom to accompany them and talk. Chaidai, Yuanchun, Yingchun, Tanchun and Xiangyun are sitting on the embroidered pier. Sitting in rows, the hall is full of pearls and greenery, surrounded by fragrance, wearing hairpin skirts and coats, and beautiful eyes, but the atmosphere is as low and depressing as the weather outside.
Because Baoyu's injuries from the beating had just formed scars in the past few days, Yuanchun was worried, so he came back yesterday and stayed in the house to take care of her.
As for Sister Feng, she was not waiting in front of Jia Mu, but she was quite angry because of what happened to Jia Lian the day before yesterday, especially yesterday when Bao's second daughter-in-law went back and felt shameless and hanged herself. Sister Feng was even more frightened, and the weather was cold and her body was not good It was so refreshing that Jia Mu asked him to rest for a few more days.
On a nanmu armchair next to him, Jia Zheng was dressed in a fifth-grade official robe and a black gauze hat, sitting upright. He had clearly just come from the government office of the Ministry of Industry.
But at this moment, his face was slumped and his eyes were lifeless. On the small table beside him, there was a blue and white background Xiangyun enamel tureen teacup, steam rising from it.
Mother Jia's old face was full of concern, and she asked: "Did the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate go to the Ministry of Works?"
Jia Zheng shook his head and sighed: "I went there yesterday, but the two ministers and Wang Langzhong from the Du Shui Supervisor all agreed. Zhang Yushi from the Du Procuratorate just asked what happened and said After reading the transcript, I didn’t say anything else. Today, the two adults asked me to come back and rest, saying that it would hinder the success of the government office examination and delay the Beijing inspection plan. I will wait until the office inspection and interview is completed before I go to the government office."
Because the two ministers Pan and Lu of the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry and Jia Zheng's immediate superior spoke in the same tone, even if the Metropolitan Procuratorate sent people to verify, they could not find anything out. They just made a routine inquiry and returned home.
As soon as these words came out, Jia Mu's face changed slightly, she was worried, and she sighed: "What can we do?"
What should I do if I am just sitting at home in front of a good official?
Mrs. Wang's face didn't look good either, and she felt uneasy.
"Otherwise, I will go to the palace to beg the two empresses." Jia Mu was anxious, thought for a while, and said.
When Jia Zheng came to work as an official in the Ministry of Industry as a Bai Ding, it was because the Emperor was sympathetic to his meritorious service and gave him the grace to Jia Daishan when he was dying.
Therefore, almost subconsciously, Jia Mu wanted to go to the palace to ask for grace again.
Jia Zheng sighed, feeling guilty in his heart, and said: "Mother, Beijing and Chaoyang are important affairs of the court. Nowadays, the government and the public are attracting attention. How can my son tolerate his mother going to the palace to pursue his son's official career and fame?"
Jia's mother was very old and had gray hair. She went to the palace to "run an official position" for Jia Zheng at the expense of her face.
Jia Mu said anxiously: "Why are you talking about this now? I don't expect you to become a general or a prime minister. I only hope to be a fifth- or sixth-rank official. But it's so difficult. I will go to the palace tomorrow to see the two empresses."
Jia Zheng said quickly: "Mom, don't tell me whether it will cause an uproar. Even if my son remains an official in the Ministry of Industry, he will not be able to sit with his colleagues."
If everyone goes to the harem to seek help from the queen and queen mother, and rely on connections, then the grand plan of the capital inspection will not go forward, and it will also be suspected of the harem interfering in politics, which will arouse the resentment of the emperor and courtiers.
Although Jia Zheng was not familiar with common affairs, he still had some political sensitivity.
Yuanchun's beautiful face was also covered with a layer of worry, and she advised: "The imperial inspection is a major policy of the imperial court to promote and reward officials. Now the whole city of the sacred capital is concerned about this matter. If our ancestors go to the palace, I am afraid that they will attract criticism." Give me some pointers.”
As usual, one move in the sixth year of Beijing-Cha government is actually an opportunity for local officials to be promoted for two terms and on a large scale.
Mrs. Wang frowned, feeling upset. She raised her eyes to look at Jia Mu and said, "Old lady, didn't Heng brother say the day before yesterday that as long as I defend myself to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, everything will be fine? But... now... It didn’t work, but I don’t know what Brother Heng is suggesting?”
As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts moved slightly, and a few eyes looked at Mrs. Wang with complicated expressions.
Mother Jia's expression changed, she raised her eyes and looked at the door behind the screen, and said, "We'll make a plan later when Brother Heng comes over."
A few days ago, Jia Heng gave Jia Zheng an idea to defend himself to Chen Shu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, without explaining the reason in detail. Now that Jia Mu saw that it didn't work, she had no doubts or disappointment in her heart, which was not in line with human behavior. Common sense.
As for Mrs. Wang, she already had some secret complaints.
Tan Chun, who was sitting on the embroidered pier on the side, naturally understood what it meant. He turned to look at Daiyu with gloomy eyebrows and sighed in his heart.
Daiyu felt something in her heart, and she exchanged glances with Tanchun, almost tacitly understanding.
Baochai, who was beside Aunt Xue, glanced at Mrs. Wang with her apricot eyes, then turned to look behind the screen. She was only thinking about it the day before... but forgot to ask about this.
Jia Zheng frowned and said, "Mother, Zi Yu may have other plans, we don't know."
Jia Heng's comfort the day before yesterday had some effect after all. Although Jia Zheng was still feeling depressed, he could still wait patiently for a turn of events.
While everyone was waiting for Jia Heng, Lin Zhixiao's family entered the hall and said happily: "Old lady, Master, Uncle Heng is here."
When everyone heard this, they felt happy and looked at each other.
Jia Heng came in with Yuanyang at this time, bowed to Jia Mu, then looked at Jia Zheng, spoke, and sat down.
Mother Jia hurriedly said: "Brother Heng, Baoyu and I have submitted a self-defense statement to the Metropolitan Procuratorate..."
Before Jia's mother could finish recounting the story, Jia Heng said, "I think it was a routine interrogation by the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. The two ministers from the Ministry of Works and the Du Shui Supervisor both said that they had not wronged the master, so the censor was prevaricated and sent back. .”
When Jia Zheng heard this, he was surprised and said: "Zi Yu? This...how do you know?"
"This matter is not difficult to guess." Jia Heng picked up the tea cup, looked at Jia Zheng, and said, "I will write a memorial next."
"Write a memorial?" Jia Zhengning frowned, puzzled.
Jia Heng said: "This time it is not self-defense, but impeachment. It means that the two ministers of the Ministry of Industry have controlled the Ministry of Industry for many years, cultivated party members, and rejected dissidents. I do not want to be complicit with them. In short, I will submit my self-defense to General Affairs Department.”
Jia Zheng hesitated and said, "Will this be useful?"
It's funny to say that Jia Zheng has been an official for more than ten years and has always been "kind to others" and has never impeached anyone.
Jia Heng shook his head and said: "Nowadays, the self-defense memorial is delivered to the General Affairs Department like snowflakes. Even if I write the memorial, it is difficult for the Holy Father to see it."
Jia's mother listened quietly to the conversation between the two. After hearing the words, she asked in confusion: "Brother Heng, why do you still submit the memorial when you know it is useless?"
Jia Zheng was also quite puzzled.
Mrs. Wang frowned, feeling that her brain was not full for a moment. She subconsciously looked at Tanchun aside, only to see Tanchun...
Zheng Zi looked at the young man with unwavering eyes, his expression was focused, and he suddenly felt bored.
I went to see my eldest daughter again, and it was quite good. She was squinting her beautiful eyebrows, and her plump and white jade face seemed to be showing pain in thought.
Baochai twisted her beautiful eyebrows, her dewy apricot eyes twinkling, and she had a vague understanding.
Jia Heng whispered: "It's useless now, but it won't be possible in the future."
At this moment, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but said: "Brother Heng, I have been asked by the Ministry of Works to wait at home. I don't have to ask questions in the government hall. I am almost free at home."
I mean, you are about to be dismissed from office, why are you still playing your big game?
Jia Heng glanced at Mrs. Wang and was speechless.
Jia Mu frowned and said quickly: "Baoyu's mother, their men have their own plans for outside matters."
Mrs. Wang's breathing was stagnant and her face was gloomy, as if she had eaten a fly.
Can't she even ask now?
Jia Zheng calmed down and said softly: "Zi Yu, Doctor Qin is also under investigation now."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "I know about this. I sent a letter yesterday asking my father-in-law to write a memorial. Since the Ministry of Industry has given me a holiday, I just need to recuperate at home first. I am not busy going to the Yamen." Sit in the office."
It's not that he has to keep it secret. If the matter is not kept secret, it will cause harm.
Hearing this, Jia Zheng opened his mouth and sighed: "That's it, that's it. Let's rest at home for a few days."
Jia Mu sighed and said, "I am busy at the Yamen every day, so this time I can take the opportunity to recuperate."
At this moment, a woman came in and reported, "Old lady, the eldest man and his wife are here."
Jia's mother was in a bad mood. When she heard this, she said angrily: "If you two don't take a good rest in the house, what are you doing here?"
In fact, this also reflects some of Jia's mother's mentality, and she is tired of Jia She.
The woman said: "The eldest master heard about the second master and came over to take a look."
After a while, Jia She and Mrs. Xing led the maid and mother-in-law into the hall. The couple first bowed politely to Jia's mother and called: "Mother."
Mother Jia's face was indifferent, and she responded without saltiness.
Jia She didn't care. He glanced at Jia Heng and Jia Zheng and asked, "I just heard from the boy that my second brother was sent home by some adults from the Ministry of Works. Is this happening?"
Jia Mu frowned and said, "You have been very well-informed recently. Who told you this?"
Jia She said: "Mother, I am interacting with some officials outside and paying attention to this matter. Besides, I said the day before yesterday that my second brother went to the Metropolitan Procuratorate to find the censor. What can he do? Now there are many yamen in the capital, and the officials write Examinations, colleagues filling out interview registers, criticisms and reports, one after another, it is useless to go there, they are just being prevaricated and come back."
Mother Jia frowned and looked at Jia She. She had to say that her eldest son was really surprised.
Jia She said slowly: "I went to the Prince of Beijing's house to have a drink yesterday, and I mentioned this matter. I thought that I might as well ask the Prince of Beijing to write a memorial to the emperor and submit it to the palace. I just asked Desheng to open the Internet. The second brother’s official position will be saved.”
When Jia Mu heard this, her expression paused and she asked, "Prince Beijing, can he help write the memorial?"
"Prince Beijing is an old relative of ours, and he is on duty in the military. If I can vouch for my second brother, I can keep my official position." Jia She nodded, glanced at Jia Heng coldly, and said sarcastically: "Since my family If I’m not willing to be my second brother’s guarantee, then I have no choice but to find someone else.”
Mrs. Wang's eyes lit up when she heard Jia She's words. Yes, it would definitely be feasible to seek a memorial from Prince Beijing.
The look on Jia Mu's face was a little gentler, or in other words, compared to Jia She's "resignation talk" yesterday, at this moment Jia She was at least making up her mind.
At this time, Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "The King of Beijing is the Minister of Military and Aircraft. There is a separation between civil and military affairs. The military and military aircraft do not intervene in government affairs, and they may not have much say in this matter."
Jia She sneered and said, "There's no need to pour cold water on it. If Prince Jing in the North can't succeed, then there's the old Prince in Nan'an. These are all my old relatives in the Jia family. If they can be recommended by Shang Shu, they will definitely keep their official positions. It's better than someone who is now a red star in front of the emperor." This man is a noble person, but he cherishes his feathers, and in the end he doesn’t even go to the palace to plead for mercy!”
Jia Heng said: "This is led by the two ministers of the Ministry of Industry. Military aircraft do not intervene in government affairs. I don't know how Prince Beijing can plead with the Holy One."
"It's better than doing nothing." Jia She didn't know that it was of limited use, but at this moment it was going to damage Jia Heng's prestige in the two houses.
Jia Heng glanced at Jia She, ignored him, looked at Jia Zheng, and said with stern eyes: "Second Master, a small impatience will mess up a big plan. Second Master, you can think about it yourself."
If King Beijing begged Jia Zheng for mercy, Emperor Chongping would definitely ask for his opinion in the end. At that time, he would have wasted an opportunity to make the final decision and speak for Jia Zheng's promotion.
However, it still depends on Jia Zheng himself. If it is too difficult to cultivate, it will be difficult for him to handle it.
Jia Zheng's heart was shocked. As he read Jia Heng's words, his mind turned and he already had an inclination. He said in a deep voice: "The capital will investigate the plan and the court will make its own decision. If you provide guarantee like this, I'm afraid I will owe you a lot of favors."
"My second brother's words are wrong." Jia She said in a deep voice: "My second brother's work in the Ministry of Industry has been conscientious and has never neglected anything. Now he is being squeezed out by these people for no reason. As long as he is recommended by the important ministers of the imperial court, he will be safe and sound."
Mrs. Wang whispered: "Old lady, there's nothing wrong with giving it a try."
Hearing this, Mother Jia felt a little moved in her heart, but she just looked at Jia Heng aside.
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "The Holy Spirit has a strong intention to reform the government this time. If he makes this opening, I am afraid that it will be true. Once everyone follows suit, the new policy will be frustrated. Therefore, I think that even if the Holy Spirit wants to give grace, he will not Issuing a special order because of the so-called guarantee will only be corrected after the fact, otherwise the plan of Beijing and the police will be unsustainable!"
Given the emperor's temperament, since he has entrusted full power to the ministries and government offices, it is unlikely that he will intervene hastily. Otherwise, it will be difficult to achieve the effect of luring the snake out of its hole and refreshing the administration of officials.
Jia Zheng whispered: "Mother, please listen to Ziyu in advance."
When Jia Mu heard this, her expression changed and she sighed, "Let's do this for now."
After all, the impression that Jia She was unreliable had occupied her mind for a long time, and Jia Mu was leaning towards Jia Heng at this moment.
Seeing this, Jia She felt cold and said calmly: "Since my mother and second brother listen to Brother Heng in everything, I have nothing to say. I just hope I don't regret it."
He wanted to see what he would have to say after he was dismissed from office!
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