While Jia Heng was talking to Li Wan in the Grand View Garden, there was a commotion in the capital because of the fraud in the imperial examination the day before.
Although Emperor Chongping had previously ordered the internal guards to prevent the spread of rumors, there is no airtight wall in the world, and the news that Han Hui, the son of Han Huang, the chief minister of the cabinet, was involved in the case was gradually spread.
If the examiner is a cabinet minister, Zhao Mo, the Minister of Justice, there is even a market for conspiracy theories.
Some say that Han Huang, the chief minister of the cabinet, and Zhao Mo, the cabinet minister, were originally from the same party. The two colluded to leak test questions and cause imperial examination fraud for the sake of their own children and Jiangnan scholars.
Korean house, in the study
Han Huang sat behind the desk and looked at Yan Hong, who was standing not far away, with a complex expression.
Yan Hong looked gloomy and said: "Brother, there is a lot of discussion in Beijing about the imperial examination scandal the day before yesterday."
Han Huang's face was slumped, and he was a little tired compared to his high spirits a year ago. He waved his hands and said: "The matter has come to this, and there is no need to be afraid of other people's comments. For such a big matter, gossip is inevitable." , looked at Han Hui who was standing respectfully at the side, and said: "At the end of the month, the new Jinshi will take another scientific examination, which will be reviewed by His Majesty to determine the wise and foolish. You should prepare well. "
Han Hui on the side lowered his head tightly, with a look of worry on his face. Hearing this, he said, "Yes, father."
After Han Hui left, Han Huang sighed, looked at Yan Hong, and said, "The matter is over, it's useless to think about anything else."
Yan Hong showed a determined look on his face and said, "Brother, I will send my message to the palace."
Han Huang waved his hand, his eyes showed some thoughts, and he said in a clear voice: "There is no need to do this, it is better to be still than to move now."
Now, I can only refuse to respond to this matter and wait for the passage of time to gradually fade away.
Since the emperor promised not to pursue the matter further, there is no need to worry about anything else.
"Brother, what are your plans next?" Yan Hong asked. Han Huang muttered: "Enter the palace, go to the cabinet." Yan Hong could only sigh secretly when he heard this.
And in the afternoon, with the news of the palace raids from the General Affairs Department, it was like a new hot topic that shot to the top of the hot search list.
Basically, it’s decided! From today on, the four new policies are related to your and my life (explosion).
Jia Heng's memorial has once again become the focus of heated discussion in the streets of Beijing.
The four new policies included a whipping method, which included reverting firepower to the public, apportioning the land to the land, and abolishing the two-year plan and replacing it with the Yuan yuan. It could be described as a package of economic reform plans. Each of them not only dazzled the civil and military officials, but also puzzled the ordinary people in the city of Shenjing.
Jia Heng's memorials also quickly spread to the capital, and were implemented in the provinces with the developed postal system of the Han Dynasty.
Just as Jia Heng thought, the memorial in the name of Duke Wei almost instantly overwhelmed the whipping memorial written by the governor of Liangjiang the day before yesterday.
You should know that Jia Heng had just returned from holding the chieftain not long ago, which shocked China. As soon as this news came out, all the officials and gentry in the world looked at him with suspicion.
Cabinet, Wenhua Palace
Qi Kun sat behind a mahogany writing desk, lowered his eyes and looked at the memorandum copied from the cabinet secretary in a delicate and exquisite pavilion style. He read the words on it, and the surprise on his face gradually expanded.
Previously, just listening to Jia Heng's narration of the key points, I already felt that it was so exquisite that it was difficult to describe. Now the four new policies are above the memorial, with clear organization and a sense that cannot be compared with verbal descriptions.
This seems to be a well-thought-out and well-implemented new legal plan, majestic and high-level.
If this policy is followed, the Han Dynasty's imperial treasury will no longer be in distress. By then, border troubles will be eliminated and a prosperous age will be restored, just around the corner.
The cabinet minister Zhao Mo looked at the memorial in his hand, and his heart was also filled with turmoil.
Because Zhao Mo was caught up in the recent imperial examination fraud scandal, although he was still in the cabinet at the moment, he was very preoccupied. He was reading the memorials written by Jia Heng and was slightly shaken. How can this be carried out by dividing a small family into an acre? This is undoubtedly to impose heavy taxes on the gentry and plunder the people's wealth to support the court. How long will it last?
In the Hanyuan Hall of the Daming Palace, Emperor Chongping also read the memorials written by Jia Heng. His cold and hard face sometimes showed deep thoughts and sometimes a look of surprise. When he got up, his heart was surging.
At this moment, Jia Heng's four new policies had been circulated throughout the entire Shenjing City. For a time, Ke Dao Zhan Shi and other civil servants were undercurrent and discussing endlessly.
Jia Heng's memorial not only examined and filled up the vacancies in the one-whip method, but also abolished the tax on dingkou and abolished the dingkou tax.
For a time, ordinary people were happy to hear it.
But some officials who had set up camps in their ancestral areas frowned secretly.
The Dingkou tax is divided into acres of land, and whoever owns the land pays more tax, and all the princes in the temples own thousands of acres of land and keep countless slaves.
This can be fatal.
They studied hard while living in poverty, and finally managed to buy some land for their family, so that they could support themselves and their grandchildren after they became officials in the future. The imperial court was clearly cutting off their flesh to subsidize those poor people.
This Duke of Wei is bringing evil laws to harm the country and the people! Even more cruel than Gao Zhongping, the governor of Liangjiang.
Grand View Garden, Daoxiang Village
It is nearing the evening, the sun is setting in the west, and the bright sunset glow fills the western sky. Several red apricot trees in Daoxiang Village that have lost their petals are swaying under the cool summer breeze, making a rustling sound, but unknown in the courtyard. When was the cicada chirping, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched.
As Jia Heng spoke, he hugged Li Wan and walked toward the inner room. The young Huaxin woman in a blue dress looked like a Persian cat, with a lock of lush green hair falling down to her face, and she hugged the young man tightly. She didn't dare to let go of her neck, but the strange changes in her body shocked the beauty inexplicably.
How could he do this?
This...it's better not to get hurt.
Without thinking about it carefully, it was like using fifteen buckets to fetch water, and suddenly I felt that the sky and the earth were hanging upside down, and the light was floating on the sky.
At this moment, Jia Heng carried Li Wan to the desk, which was relatively clean and spacious. He did not sweep the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk with his big hands, and gently put down the beauty.
Li Wan looked ashamed and annoyed, and was suddenly startled. When he looked back, he saw that his family was placed on the desk. When he was shocked, his heart was filled with shame.
He...what else is he going to do?
For a moment, he didn't know Jia Heng's intention, but he raised his beautiful eyes to look at that young and elegant face. Under the sword-shaped brows, his eyes seemed to contain a divine light, like an ancient well or a mysterious pond, making people fall into it.
The beauty was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but narrow her beautiful eyes slightly. Under the willow leaves' thin eyebrows, there was a bit of obsession in her eyes.
Although he... was a bit of a fool, he was handsome and handsome. He was indeed a rare handsome man in the world. No wonder the princess and princess in the palace fell in love with him.
To put it bluntly, he was originally the young prince of the Han Dynasty since its founding a hundred years ago.
The beauty was thinking wildly, and after a while, she quickly closed her eyes with a calm expression. Only the earrings on her petite earlobes shone with bright circles of light.
Jia Heng suddenly paused, looking at the banner hanging on the side, and asked in surprise: "Wan'er, this banner's writing style is full of beauty and gentleness, but is it what Wan'er usually writes?"
When Li Wan heard this, he felt his heart startled. He opened his beautiful eyes, turned around his bright peach-blossom face, and happened to see the inscription and seal at the end of the calligraphy and painting. The word Jia Zhu jumped into his eyes like a hammer.
It's like a huge stone falling into the lake of the heart, causing a stormy sea.
An indescribable feeling suddenly surged in the beauty's mind.
Why is she being held here by this person?
However, before he could think about it carefully, the continuous turbulence of the river hit him, making Li Wan's heart sway, and he could hardly control himself. He had no time to think about everything.
Li Wan's face was as beautiful as a flower, as red as the clouds, and his slightly trembling voice was smooth and soft. He felt a sense of shame gradually filling his body and mind, and his nose could not help but snort, but he did not answer Jia Heng. of inquiry.
Jia Heng's eyes stagnated for a moment, he lowered his body, looked at the beauty who was sleeping with her eyes closed, and asked: "Wan'er, who wrote these two banners?"
Li Wan really couldn't bear the boy's teasing. He frowned and relaxed at times. He could only open his charming and bright eyes and said intermittently: "It's... it's my husband... handwriting."
Husband, I...I am doing this for Lan'er. Don't blame me.
This person also deliberately messed with her. There was a seal on it, but he still had to ask her?
Fortunately, it stopped suddenly and returned to the same state as before, as if it was intentional just now.
Jia Heng sighed and said: "Wan'er, it's really a pity for Brother Zhu, otherwise our Jia family would have one more high-ranking civil servant."
As if to match the word "pity", Jia Heng's eyes deepened, his heart fluctuated, shaking his head and sighing at the loss of the Jia family's seed for reading.
Young woman Hua Xin's beautiful eyes narrowed, but when she heard the young man calling her Wan'er first, and then mentioning Jia Zhu's name, for some reason, an unspeakable feeling of shame and guilt surged deep in her heart.
Husband, if he sees her being tactful under someone else...will he hide his face under the clouds?
Thinking of this, the young woman Hua Xin suddenly became a little nervous, as if she was worried about that scene.
Court judge, are you worthy of me?
Jia Heng's eyes stagnated again, and he couldn't help but pause for a moment. He looked at the beauty who frowned and seemed sad, and thought to himself, is it a little too much? But obviously
Li Wan took a deep breath at this time, and a thought flashed through his mind.
This painting and calligraphy may not be hung in the study room next time.
But she was also doing it for Lan'er. With Lan'er and Uncle Heng to rely on in the future, the road to the imperial examination would go much smoother in the future.
Jia Heng studied the handwriting on the banner for a moment, then stared at the plump, gentle face of the beauty with bursts of charm. He guessed Li Wan's guilty thoughts and said with relief: "Wan'er, you don't have to blame yourself. Over the years, you have worked hard to help Lang Ge'er grow up and cultivate him into a scholar. Even if Brother Zhu knew what happened between you and me, he would still be considerate of Wan'er and not say anything."
"Heng..." Li Wan's delicate body trembled, and she bit her pink lips with her pink teeth, wanting to say angrily, but Qiong snorted in her nose, and a strange feeling surged in her heart. The red lips with rose petals were slightly opened, with a little prayer:
"Brother Heng, stop talking..."
Stop mentioning that person, she doesn't think about anything at the moment.
At this time, Jia Heng leaned close to the beauty's ear and whispered: "Wan'er, why don't you call me your husband in private from now on."
Of course, it was limited to this situation. At other times, it was still a normal address. He had always been able to distinguish this.
When Li Wan heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, but his heart trembled, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling coming over him.
Husband?
This...she wants to call Brother Heng her husband?
These two words obviously had a strange weight in Li Wan's heart. He was in a daze for a moment and quickly dismissed the random thoughts in his mind.
Jia Heng's expression became condensed and he said softly: "Then why don't Wan'er call Brother Heng?"
In fact, I was a little worried that when Li Wan called her husband, he was thinking of Jia Zhu's face.
Isn't he the one who suffers? Let’s change the name. Li Wan: "???"
Brother Heng? Let her call Brother Heng like Xiangyun and Tanchun? She is not a little girl.
However, at this time, the man seemed to be deliberately trying to control it, and he clearly urged him again.
Li Wan was helpless for a moment, and after squirming for a while, the young man leaned over and leaned towards him, and called out shyly, but his voice was like a mosquito or a fly.
Immediately, he closed his eyes tightly in shame and pretended to be silent.
In the midsummer evening of the 16th year of Chongping, rays of golden-red sunlight passed through the carved windows and fell quietly on the mahogany bookcase. The gorgeous sunset fell on the beautiful and bright face of the beauty, and every ray of sunlight fell on it. Sweat beads rolled down from the temples, soaking the hair with sweat and sticking it to the rosy face. Under the sunlight, it was a little crystal clear.
Jia Heng reached out and patted her, and said softly: "Wan'er." "Huh?" Li Wan couldn't help but snorted, and a feeling of emptiness arose in his heart. Immediately, his beautiful cheeks turned red with embarrassment. He didn't want to talk to Jia Heng, and turned around. Turning around, she gently held the mahogany desk with her delicate hands, feeling a sense of shame.
Jia Heng joked: "Wan'er is becoming more self-conscious now."
From spontaneity to consciousness.
Li Wan's beautiful and charming face was as bright as the clouds, and she lightly pursed her pink lips. She didn't respond to Jia Heng's teasing, and secretly cursed in her heart.
She finally knew that this person just liked to mess with her.
Jia Heng held his slightly plump waist, his face paused slightly, and asked: "Wan'er, do you still remember the first time you came to my Willow Alley?"
When Li Wan, who was walking in the clouds and was so out of his mind, heard the words, his willow-leaf eyebrows slightly stretched, his beautiful eyes narrowed, and strands of charming charm overflowed, and scenes from the past could not help but be reflected in his heart.
Back then, that young man in a straight green shirt was gentle and elegant, with a strong character. How had she ever thought that one day he would bully her like this?
It made her feel both love and hate, and she was extremely embarrassed and annoyed.
Jia Heng said warmly: "At that time, Brother Lang lent me two books, and later Wan'er came over and asked for them back."
The golden hairpin on Li Wanyun's bun kept shaking, and a bright and intoxicating blush appeared on his plump face. He endured the shame and said: "It's only been a few years, Brother Heng is no longer what he was before. That commoner boy is now the Duke of the country."
When she thought of being bullied by the youngest prince of the Han Dynasty, the beauty's eyes were dazed for a moment, and her heart was filled with joy and anger, and she felt a sense of pride that she could not express.
Jia Heng stopped talking and started to hold on.
Li Wan snorted softly, feeling ashamed in his heart. What was even worse was that it seemed that dead memories began to attack him, and he felt a familiar intention coming over him.
But I don’t know how much time passed.
Li Wan opened his eyes and glanced at the hanging banner. On his beautiful and elegant face, two light and bright blushes appeared. He had buried his head in his chest, too ashamed to take care of himself.
Ah, how could she give her husband that banner to...? Suddenly, a feeling of guilt surged into the beauty's heart.
At this moment, it was clear that the seal on the banner and the black writing were scattered, leaving a mess.
Jia Heng's face was a little unnatural. He really didn't mean to do this. He really didn't expect Li Wan's scene to reappear. He couldn't help himself and said softly: "It's getting late, so I'm going back."
He suspected that Mr. Cao had returned from Dongfu at this time, and he was probably a smart person and had not come over.
I looked up and saw some twilight outside the window at some point. The summer night was approaching, the heat was fading, the lanterns were starting to turn on, the evening wind was blowing the apricot trees in the courtyard, and they were swaying with the shadows of the lanterns, while the summer frogs The sound also comes and goes.
Thinking of this, Jia Heng couldn't help but think of his past life, the days when he and his friends would have barbecues around the stove on summer nights. The sound of opening the bottle of Snow Beer mixed with the rising of beer foam, and the sound of "bang" was the sound of heartbreak.
Li Wan hugged the young man's neck and snorted softly, seeming a little heartbroken.
For a moment, there was a bit of reluctance in my heart. I looked at the young man intently and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng."
Jia Heng didn't say much, straightened his clothes, and said warmly: "Sister-in-law, I've been busy these days, so I may not have time to come over and talk to sister-in-law."
Li Wan had been suffering for many years, and it was actually more difficult than Sister Feng, because Sister Feng was in charge of the personnel in the mansion, was decisive in killing, and was dignified and honorable.
And Li Wan seemed to be excluded from the ordinary life of Jia's family, and could only wear ugly and old-fashioned clothes.
Li Wan pursed her pink lips, a blush appeared on her plump cheeks, and said softly, "Hmm."
Now she changed her name and called her naughty sister-in-law? This guy is really...
Jia Heng took a handkerchief, his face was calm, and he said softly: "Sister-in-law, wipe your sweat."
In a daze, I couldn't help but think of the New Deal and the consequences of the fire.
Li Wan also heard the sweat on his cheeks dripping down his beautiful neck. He felt it was inappropriate, so he cursed secretly and quickly took the veil.
Jia Heng said, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, gently blew the tea leaves and foam away, and took a sip to calm down.
Thinking about the situation of the court, today's memorandum on the new policies such as the One-piece Whip Law has been handed over. It is expected that it has caused an uproar in the capital.
Then he glanced at Li Wan and left Daoxiang Village.
Unlike places such as Hengwuyuan, Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and Qichiyuan, where Daiyu and Tanchun might visit, Daoxiang Village usually doesn't see anyone visiting.
Just as Jia Heng was about to leave the hall, he saw a middle-aged woman with a bun in a bun looking at him with a smile and said, "Uncle Heng."
Jia Heng's eyes calmed down a bit, and he looked at Mrs. Cao intently and said, "Aunt Cao."
Mrs. Cao glanced in the direction of Li Wan, then looked at the young man. Seeing his rosy cheeks, she secretly smiled and said softly: "I just came from Xifu. Uncle Heng just came from Wan'er."
Jia Heng nodded and said calmly: "Sister-in-law Xunwan had something to do just now. Is there something wrong with Aunt Cao?"
Ms. Cao secretly thought, as expected of someone who is doing important things outside. She can still keep her face calm and her heart not beating when others see her, but she still feels normal.
How could a woman like her touch this person?
Ms. Cao smiled and said, "It's nothing."
Jia Heng nodded and asked casually: "Where are sisters Wen and Qi?"
He had met Wenqi several times before. In fact, their facial features and demeanor were somewhat similar to Li Wan, just like Lanxi to Qingxue, the youthful version of Li Wan.
"The two of them were reading in the room and they said they wanted to eat later." Mrs. Cao looked at the young man, smiled, and said, "Uncle Heng, why don't you finish eating before leaving? The two of them were saying they had read a lot. Book, I want to ask you for advice."
This young man is obviously not a Taoist scholar. It is actually not bad for Wen'er and Qi'er to find such an outstanding husband.
"I can't do it today, let's wait until another day." Jia Heng paused and said softly: "I still have something to do. If Aunt Cao needs something, you can come to the front yard to find me."
With a smile on her face, Mrs. Cao said, "Uncle Heng, walk slowly."
Then he watched the young man go away, smiled softly, and then looked at Li Wan's residence. After thinking about it, he didn't go to check.
Jia Heng left Daoxiang Village. It was dark at the moment. After thinking about it, he turned and went to the front yard and came to the study. At the same time, he ordered his mother to prepare hot water.
