"What the saint is willing to give you is what truly belongs to you..."
Dai Quan's words have been echoing in Jia Cong's mind. The deeper meaning may be something he has guessed, or it may contain something else.
Jia Cong didn't want to think too much, and he didn't dare to think too much. The old man lying at the highest point of the Forbidden City may have already figured out his thoughts.
He even kept looking at the emperor and the imperial party officials with half-squinted eyes, repeatedly jumping around and tossing around within the scope of his tolerance.
The Palace of Qinzheng, Prince Yi Zhong's Palace, Prince Zhongxin's Palace, Four Princes, Eight Dukes and Twelve Marquises, etc., are places that are full of power struggles, and they are probably all under the nose of the Supreme Emperor. As for why Dai Quan suddenly asked him to say this to him today, maybe it was a joke to tease him, or maybe he wanted to use his own words to give the emperor some warning.
Or maybe I just disturbed his purity and wanted to scare myself and give him a small punishment.
Jia Cong no longer had the energy to think about this. The smell of blood brought by the autumn wind always reminded him that nine people had just died because of him.
vomit……
"Eunuch Dai, the saint asked the slave to take Jia Qianhu to Cining Palace. The Queen Mother wants to see Jia Qianhu."
The little eunuch was a new face, but Dai Quan quickly let Jia Cong know the name of this delicate-looking little eunuch.
Dai Quan nodded and told the little eunuch: "Zhang Yuan, go get a bowl of tea and let Jia Qianhu suppress the nausea in his chest."
"promise."
Zhang Yuan quickly brought a bowl of warm tea, and Jia Cong drank it in one gulp.
Dai Quan raised his hand to help Jia Cong sort out the robes and official hats of the family, and said gently: "The Queen Mother has a gentle and elegant temperament. She had some contacts with your grandmother in the early years, so there is nothing to worry about. Go, the emperor should also be here. Ning Gong, your cousin was brought over from Yanxi Palace after the Emperor invited the Queen Mother."
Jia Cong bowed his hands and thanked Dai Quan.
To be able to survive the crisis safely today, Dai Quan was of great help. No matter what his purpose was, he must remember the other party's help.
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It is a long distance from Longshou Palace to Cining Palace. The young eunuch Zhang Yuan seems to be a newbie and has a shy personality. Along the way, whenever Jia Cong asks something, he replies briefly and doesn't say any more words.
Da da da da…
The conversation between the two was suddenly interrupted by the sound of horse hooves. Jia Cong looked up in surprise and saw that the person who came was none other than Prince Zhongxin Liu Wei, the son of the Zhen family he had offended today.
"It's true that we are on opposite sides of the road!"
Jia Cong secretly felt bad luck, but he still avoided the roadside with Zhang Yuan.
Riding a sedan or riding a horse was not allowed in this palace except under special permission. Liu Yan was able to ride around with several palace guards on horseback, which shows how favored he was.
The clatter of horse hooves suddenly stopped in front of Jia Cong. Liu Yan's face was full of gloom. He raised his riding whip and swung it towards Jia Cong. In the flash of lightning, Jia Cong had no time to hide even if he wanted to.
He closed his eyes and prepared to bear the blow. After the snap, Jia Cong felt no pain.
"How dare you, the prince wants to hit someone, but you, a little servant, dare to stop him!"
Jia Cong opened his eyes when he heard the scolding. Zhang Yuan, who was standing next to him, was standing in front of him. The clothes on his shoulders had been beaten to pieces, and the blood marks were extremely obvious.
When Liu Yan raised his whip and was about to give it a second blow, Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, I am following the instructions of the saint to send Jia Qianhu to Cining Palace to meet the Queen Mother!"
"Snapped!"
The whip was thrown down again and hit Zhang Yuan again. This time it was harder than the last time, and it made Zhang Yuan curl up.
"You bitch, how dare you use your father to oppress me?"
Liu Yan ignored Zhang Yuan's words at all, and after lashing the second whip, he planned to attack again.
who is he? The emperor's beloved son, who had a chance to ascend to the throne, could be threatened by a slave. Today, I was enjoying myself in the palace, drunk and lying on the lap of a beautiful woman, but I heard that my mother-in-law was being bullied by the concubine of the Jia family. Is this okay? He immediately planned to enter the palace and teach this concubine of the Jia family a lesson.
"What a loyal king, but I don't know how the saint will react when he knows that you are blocking me here."
Jia Cong stretched out his hand and grasped Liu Bo's whip. After a stinging pain in his palm, he endured the pain and pulled hard, and snatched Liu Bo's riding crop.
Then he helped Zhang Yuan up and looked up at Liu Wei coldly: "Do you want to hit me? You can try it. But there is one thing I would like to remind you. If you dare to touch me today, His Highness the King of Loyalty and Faith will be the most loyal to you in the future." It’s better not to leave the palace!”
"Oh, a little kid dares to threaten me. Why, do you still want to assassinate the king, but you can't?"
After hearing Jia Cong's threat, Liu Bu did not take his threat seriously at all. Instead, he burst into laughter. The palace guards behind him also followed their master and laughed at Jia Cong's overestimation of his capabilities.
However, Jia Cong's next words shattered Liu Bo's ridicule: "I can't help it, but my father's surname is Jia, and the saint gave him the title Enhou! I wonder if the prince still remembers such a person. Everyone in the capital went crazy. fear!"
belch!
Liu Wei, who was laughing loudly, was like a rooster whose neck was suddenly strangled. His eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened but he didn't make a sound.
A chamberlain behind him was still talking shamelessly, completely unaware of his master's embarrassment.
"Jia Enhou? General Masheng, how dare he rush to the palace to cause trouble for His Highness. You kid is really ridiculous..."
"Shut up!"
"Your Highness asked you to shut up, did you hear..."
"I tell you to shut up!"
Liu Yan was a little angry. He yelled at the chamberlain, and then glared hard at Jia Cong, who was not as tall as his horse. He seemed to be thinking about what harsh words to say to save his face.
Jia She, the once dazzling son of the Duke, was the envy of almost every member of the royal family.
The Supreme Emperor only gave names to two people in his life. One was the crown prince who committed suicide in front of the palace, and the other was Jia She Jia Enhou.
When the late prince was alive, Jia She was highly trusted by the saints, and no one wanted to offend the future prince. After the death of the first prince, no one dared to offend Jia She, because this man was crazy. Even the emperor would scold him when he went crazy.
The charges of rebellion and disrespect have been hanging on his head for several years, and the Emperor has not issued an order to deal with them. Beating up a prince is nothing. Even if you really go and smash the prince's palace, at best you can continue to stay at home and play with women, how else can you deal with him? Should I strangle him with a rope?
Don’t you see, in just four or five years, how many relatives of the emperor and countrymen have been beaten by Jia She in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion? His annual salary has been fined for ten years. Who has ever seen him restrain himself?
Liu Yan was lifted up into the air by Jia Cong's words, unable to move up or down.
Jia Cong threw the riding crop over, took a step forward and said sarcastically: "Come on, Your Majesty, give me a whip and let me see if it hurts when it hits you with the riding whip?"
Liu Yan subconsciously took the whip and pointed it at Jia Cong angrily: "Do you... really think that I dare not hit you?"
"My lord, you can give it a try. As long as the riding crop in your hand touches me, I will lie in front of your horse today and not leave. When my father goes crazy, he will ask your prince to hide in the palace and don't go out. Can the Rongguo Mansion bear it?" Charged with assassinating the king and killing the driver!"
Jia Cong patted his shoulder and leaned forward, forcing Liu An to retreat hurriedly. The reins suddenly tightened, and the painful white horse neighed and raised its hoof. Jia Cong smiled strangely, stretched his shoulder forward, and touched the raised hoof lightly.
Then everyone saw Jia Cong lying on the ground and starting to roll around, screaming in pain.
