The Xue family was lucky enough to have Xue Baochai, who was already able to help Mrs. Xue manage the family affairs at the age of twelve.
Even though the head of the Xue family, Xue Pan, is a dandy who doesn't hesitate to spend money, the rules of the Xue family, in Jia Cong's eyes, can surpass those of the eighteen Ningrong Streets in the Rongguo Mansion.
Jia Cong was accompanied by the Xue family brothers and sisters to the guest courtyard. The maid and mother-in-law had already tidied up the courtyard inside and outside. Jia Cong directly packed his bags and moved in. Even the personal guards he brought were settled by the Xue family's housekeeper.
"Sister Xue is so capable, Brother Xue, you are so happy!"
This compliment definitely came from the heart, but it also made Xue Baochai blush.
Xue Pan scratched the back of his head and said with a naive smile: "I think so too!"
Hahaha……
The two looked at each other and smiled. Jia Cong really thought Xue Pan was quite interesting, but he didn't know if it was really as bad as the rumors, or if someone did it deliberately.
Xue Baochai turned her beautiful eyes, glared at her brother, and asked softly: "Brother Cong, let's see if there is anything else you need. I'll have someone arrange it."
Jia Cong responded with a smile: "Sister Xue's arrangements are very thoughtful, and there is nothing missing for now. By the way, I want Brother Xue to take me to Jinling for a while. I want to meet a friend, and I also want Sister Xue to tell my aunt, Dinner will not be served at home."
Xue Baochai was slightly startled, but he didn't ask any more questions. He said yes and told Xue Pan: "Then brother, please take good care of brother Cong. I heard recently that there are many human traffickers in Jinling. Brother, please remember to take more people with you..."
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Xue Pan, who was dressed in a flashy outfit, looked resentfully at Jia Cong, who was dressed in smart clothes. He stared at the wild goose feather knife hanging on Jia Cong's waist, and complained in a low voice: "Brother Cong, the Feiyu suit is so good, why do you have to Do you want to change into this body?"
"Brother Xue, we went to play by the Qinhuai River today. We wore the flying fish clothes given by the emperor. Others thought we were going to cause trouble."
Jia Cong had guessed Xue Pan's thoughts and explained a few words with a smile: "And today I want to take this opportunity to meet someone. It's important. How can I show off?"
Xue Pan spoke again in confusion: "Since the matter is so important, wouldn't it be better to meet at home?"
Jia Cong glanced at the dark place beside him from the corner of his eye and smiled sarcastically. He whispered in Xue Pan's ear: "Brother Xue, guess how many spies from other families are following our brothers at this time?"
Before Xue Pan could get angry, Jia Cong once again spoke to comfort him: "The reason why I brought my brother out is because I wanted to use the noisy place to connect with people. My father has already made arrangements, and I will ask Brother Xue to cooperate in a performance." Put on a good show!”
Xue Pan is a muddled man, but he is definitely a loyal man.
If Jia Cong hadn't said that someone was following him nearby, he would have slapped his chest loudly.
What is the most famous thing along the Qinhuai River?
Of course, it is the Qin Tower, Chu Pavilion, and Painting Boat Actors that stretch for miles.
Xue Pan was very familiar with this place. It was not long after the provincial examination. There were countless scholars by the Qinhuai River reciting poems and composing poems to please the beauties.
"Ms. Luo, have you prepared the private room on the second floor for me? I brought my good brother here today..."
When he was in the capital, Jia Cong had already gone to a brothel with his second brother Jia Lian, but the Qinlou Chu Pavilion by the Qinhuai River was unique and even more elegant inside. Even the smell of powder seemed different from that in the capital. It had a light fragrance and was elegant. pole.
Others went up to the private room on the second floor with poems, but Xue Pan was a rich man who threw money at it.
Jia Cong followed Mrs. Luo, who twisted her waist like a snake demon, to the second floor. Xue Pan had booked the private room by the window early.
"Uncle Xue, your brother is too young. If his father and brother find out, won't they destroy the slave family's business?"
Madam Luo glanced at the childish Fairy Boy and asked tentatively with a smile on her face.
Xue Pan slapped the table angrily: "Don't ask me, I'll destroy your building and I'll have plenty of money to pay for it! Go and call Miss Hualing, I want to hear her sing today. Then I'll give you some good wine." The dishes are all on the table, and your money is indispensable!"
Although Mrs. Luo was unwilling to find out Jia Cong's identity, she did not ask again. Instead, she said with a smile, "Don't be upset, Uncle Xue. The slave family is also worried that Uncle Xue will take the lead among the elders. The slave family will make arrangements."
After Lady Luo left, Jia Cong nodded to Jia Shi who was guarding outside, and then one of his guards quickly left towards the river.
After the door of the private room was temporarily closed, Xue Pan asked excitedly: "Now you can talk about it. I have taken care of the brothers on both sides of the private room. No one can inquire about the situation on our side."
Jia Cong raised his eyebrows and looked at Xue Pan strangely: "Brother Xue really wants to know?"
"It's like a cat scratching!"
"It's okay to tell Brother Xue that I have an imperial mission when I come to Jinling. The saint has ordered someone to come to Jinling to kill someone!"
hiss!
Xue Pan instantly remembered the night in Huai'an Mansion, and sat on the ground as his legs went weak.
"Brother Cong, don't scare me. Why are you killing someone again? Who are you going to kill?"
Jia Cong helped him up and whispered in Xue Pan's ear: "Jinling weaves Li Xun!"
"Ah! How could it be him? He is a prominent figure in Jinling and even Nanzhili!"
Xue Pan would never have thought that the person Jia Cong wanted to kill was Li Xun. When his father was alive, he would rather offend the prefect of Jinling than Li Xun, a seemingly low-ranking Jinling weaver.
The Xue family also sends 10% of the proceeds from the silk business to the Li family every year to keep the Li family from being choked by the Weaving House.
Unexpectedly, Brother Cong actually led the emperor's messenger to kill Li Xun. Can the family save a lot of money?
Xue Pan, who suddenly recovered from the fright, laughed suddenly, which shocked Jia Cong.
"Why is Brother Xue laughing?"
Xue Pan held Jia Cong's shoulders and explained in a low voice: "My family sends a large amount of gold and silver as a deposit to the Li family every year, so that they can get the silk satin from the Zhizhi Mansion, but the deposit has never been refunded. .Brother Cong, do you think I can stop laughing?"
Now it was Jia Cong's turn to be confused.
"Is there still this matter? The Xue family is an imperial merchant. Hasn't the security deposit been handed over to the Ministry of Household Affairs long ago?"
Xue Pan spat towards the east of the city: "Not just my family, all the royal merchants and government merchants who have silk business near Jinling must send 10% to 30% of their shares to the Li family, otherwise we won't even be able to receive raw silk. Here. So what if the Ministry of Household Affairs paid the deposit? Li Xun is backed by the Zhen family, so no one dares to object. The common people have already said that Jinling’s surname is Zhen!"
Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder the Supreme Emperor wanted to chop off Li Xun's head. He was already a kind man who didn't kill the nine clans of the Li family.
Jinling is the land of Longxing, one of the two capitals of Daxia, and an important town in the south of the Yangtze River.
People all say that Jinling’s surname is Zhen. How can the Supreme Emperor not kill chickens to scare monkeys?
If the Supreme Emperor hadn't really wanted to send a black-haired person away from the white-haired wife in her old age, and didn't want the balance of a strong son and a declining father to be broken, he, Jia Cong, might have come to Jinling today to kill people at the Zhen family.
Xue Pan saw Jia Cong rubbing the handle of the Yan Ling knife and was deep in thought, so he didn't bother to disturb him. He lay on the window edge and watched the people coming and going downstairs.
Suddenly he saw a middle-aged man and a girl about twelve or thirteen years old chatting with someone next to the bun shop downstairs.
Because he was right downstairs, and Xue Pan had excellent eyesight, he could clearly see what was going on downstairs at a glance.
Xue Pan watched the excitement for a while and said to himself: "Such a pretty girl is willing to stick a piece of grass. This father is really cruel... Hey, this girl actually has a red rouge between her eyebrows..."
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