"Dad, my son has caused you a lot of trouble!"
Jia Cong was lying on the table writing letters, chattering non-stop.
"It's over, I just offended Liu Yi, why did I get involved with Prince Yi Zhong's palace again? Am I born to be unlucky?"
The person standing behind the Xilin School is none other than the eldest son of the former Crown Prince Liu Xunshu, the old Prince of Yi Zhong, and the current Prince of Yi Zhong Liu Ye.
"Brother Cong, isn't he just the grandson of the emperor? Duke Pardon dares to beat his uncle, so what does it matter if he beats the grandson of the emperor again?"
Xue Pan admired Jia She very much. Jia She dared to beat the saint's own son. Daibawang felt that this was the life he should have.
"Oh! I wish I could just beat the emperor's grandson. I'm afraid that my father will be involved by Liu Ye."
Jia Cong put down the pen in his hand and scratched his head in distress. His neat bun was messed up.
"Brother Xue doesn't know something. My father is an old minister of the former crown prince, a very loyal person. Although Liu Ye is only the eldest son of the former crown prince, he has now succeeded to the title of Prince Yi Zhong and is the only bloodline of the former crown prince."
Jia Cong sighed and booed, and explained to Xue Pan: "Liu Ye has created such a powerful force in Jiangnan and controls the officialdom of Jiangnan officials. Needless to say what his purpose is? Of course my father will not follow him in rebellion, but... ...How should I put it? I can see that my father is very upset about the former prince's remonstrance and suicide, and I'm afraid that he will be soft-hearted and Liu Ye will take advantage of him."
Xue Pan didn't understand. He scratched his head until he was almost bald. He just couldn't figure out the secret.
"I did not understand!"
"Well... to put it simply, I'm worried that my father will be dragged along by Liu Ye to rebel!"
Xue Pan was shocked and said: "Huh? Rebellion? Is the Supreme Emperor still alive? Your Majesty has been on the throne for several years, and you are still rebelling?"
Jia Cong spread his hands and said, "Look, even Brother Xue can see clearly that our Highness Prince Yizhong thought he was the eldest son of the crown prince and dreamed of being an emperor!"
Why does Brother Cong use Lian...du...?
Xue Pan touched his nose and felt that the words were a bit ambiguous, but he couldn't figure it out.
Jia Cong was still talking to himself: "Hey, what can I do? I don't know how many people have avoided interacting with Prince Yi Zhong's palace in recent years, but my father still cared about the righteousness of the emperor and his ministers back then. During the festival, I even secretly helped a few times. Alas..."
Xue Pan listened for a while, then suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, he patted his head and said: "This is not simple. Can't we just go to death and offend Prince Yi Zhong's palace? If not, you go and beat Liu Ye hard after returning to Beijing." Dun. Anyway, your son must be the most important to the pardoner. How could he abandon your son to help the son of the former prince?"
Um?
This idea...
So damn practical!
Things in Jiangnan can't be delayed any longer. The water here is too muddy. He needs to rush back to the capital as soon as possible to completely cut off the connection between his family and Prince Uizada's palace.
No, it’s not just Prince Yi Zhong’s palace, but also the Zhen family!
Oh my god, are the people in the Jia family and the two houses so brainless? Who are the people you make friends with?
Behind the Zhen family, Liu Yan and Wang Ziteng, and now there is another Liu Ye, who is an ambitious scammer who wants to lure his family into the trap.
"No, I have to return to Beijing as soon as possible..."...
Xue Pan was overjoyed when he heard that Jia Cong said to himself that he wanted to return to the capital.
He exclaimed: "You want to go back to Beijing? You must take my brother with you!"
"Who wants to go back to Beijing?"
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Xue Baochai came in with the maid carrying tea, staring at Jia Cong sitting behind the desk with her beautiful eyes.
Jia Cong sighed: "Something happened, and I have to go back to Beijing to deal with it as soon as possible. Brother Xue is clamoring for me to take him to the capital with me. I just mentioned this."
"Yes, brother Cong's return to Beijing has not been decided yet. I also want to visit the capital. I haven't been there yet!"
Xue Pan said, scratching his head and laughing.
Baochai looked at the two people with messy hair in front of him and smiled.
"You two can discuss things as long as you can.
What are you scratching your head for? Ying'er, please tidy up your brother's hair. "
She turned around and said something to the maid who had put down the tea, walked up behind Jia Cong, stretched out her hand to hold down Jia Cong who was about to get up, and said, "Didn't you tell me that you and your brother are going out in a while? What's wrong with your hair being messy?"
With that said, Baochai took off the crooked golden crown and jade hairpin, and slowly helped Jia Cong tidy up his hair with a comb.
The girl didn't do anything, but she made Jia Cong blush.
"Girl, Mr. Cong is so shy!"
Ying'er is Baochai's confidant. They have been together since they were young and they love each other like sisters. Now when he saw that his girl was only helping to arrange her hair, she actually made Jia Cong blush, and she couldn't help blurting out.
Xue Pan turned around and saw Jia Cong, whose neck was red, slapping his thigh and laughing.
"Brother Cong is actually shy? His face is so red it's almost steaming!"
Xue Baochai tilted his head and looked at the shy little fat man. For some reason, he suddenly boldly reached out and pinched Jia Cong's red face.
Fun indeed!
Jia Cong was feeling shy when suddenly a faint fragrance came from the tip of his nose. He felt his face being pinched and turned his head subconsciously...
Baochai, who was wearing light pink makeup, was so close that Jia Cong suddenly blushed even more.
"Sister Xue..."
Baochai chuckled and said, "You've already called me sister, so what's the point of being embarrassed? Sit down quickly and wait until I finish combing your hair. I have something else that I would like to ask Brother Cong for help with."
With this little episode, Jia Cong's original impatience was relieved a bit.
After Baochai put the golden crown back on him with skillful hands, Jia Cong asked, "Sister Xue, what do you want me to help you with?"
"It's a coincidence that my mother and I originally planned to go to Beijing to join my uncle after we closed down the business in Jiangnan. Now that Brother Cong is going back to Beijing, I wonder if my family can accompany him. After all, Brother Cong has Lang Yulin by his side. A journey of thousands of miles can be a lot less troublesome.”
In fact, Xue Baochai was not just for this reason, she was full of worries about her trip to the capital.
The whole family had to go north, but she really didn't want to take the road paved by her uncle. Can she really fight her way out of the palace selection process and become a high-ranking imperial concubine?
Besides, if she enters the palace, what will the Xue family do? My mother has a soft personality, and my brother...don't mention it.
well! Now she can only try to use the power of Rongguo Mansion to resist her uncle's persecution.
Although Baochai sighed very softly, Jia Cong, who had excellent hearing, still heard it. ….
It seems that Sister Xue is not only worried about safety on the road, but also has real reasons.
Jia Cong did not hesitate, nodded and said: "What's the point? It's the same journey anyway. If we go together, we can have a companion on the road. In this way, you can close the business with your aunt first, and I will go see someone to handle it." After finishing the business in Jinling, we will go to Yangzhou first, and then head north."
…
Next to the Qinhuai River, Xue Pan took Jia Cong to visit the famous fireworks holy land in Daxia. Sure enough, when it comes to prostitution... and traveling with beauties, it has to be a hobby for those scholars.
Xue Pan and Jia Cong boarded a luxurious and elegant boat, and soon the boat arrived at the center of the Qinhuai River.
Although it was already mid-October and the weather was slightly cool, it did not hinder these scholars who were traveling with the United States from writing and writing.
"Brother Jin is so talented in writing. The shallow water makes everyone drunk, and the autumn wind picks flowers and enchants the heart. This poem really describes the beauty that intoxicates and enchants people..."
"That's right, that's right. We admire him. He is worthy of being Imaka Kaigenro."
"That is, if Master Jin hadn't fallen ill three years ago and Brother Jin had to take care of his illness, how could he be in the position of Zhang Zhengju?"
"That is, a man who is a high-ranking official actually clings to powerful people, and even goes to work as a litigator to make money. He is really not worthy of being regarded as a scholar like me!"
…
At the other end of the boat, a group of scholars in wide robes and long sleeves were leading several singers, Qingguer, to compliment the young official in the middle.
Not only did he pat the horse, but he also pointed the finger at the king of lawsuits and the lawless madman.
Zhang Zhengju, the newly acquainted brother of Tu and Third Master Cong.
How can Mr. Cong bear this?
"Brother Xue, it stinks so much here! I don't know who is farting. It's so stinky that people can hardly sit still."
Xue Pan, who was drinking wine and whispering to the singer next to him, was suddenly called out by Jia Cong and said blankly: "Huh? Where is the smell? The flower bells are obviously very fragrant!"
This compliment is unqualified!
Jia Cong glanced at Xue Pan and said loudly: "Oh, the scholars in Jiangnan are so thick-skinned, how can a poem like this be called a poem? And they are licking their faces to flatter others... Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Confucius knows him. Are your disciples like this? Will they be so angry that they crawl out from under you and grab the Analects of Confucius and beat you to death?"
The young man surnamed Jin who was being licked comfortably was suddenly disturbed. The originally smiling young master forced to hide the anger in his heart.
The others also stopped touting and looked at the other end of the boat.
"Fool Xue!"
"Stupid Overlord!"
…
Bang!
Jia Cong picked up the wine bottle in front of him and smashed it over. He had been practicing the slingshot skill for many years, which made him surprisingly accurate. The wine bottle directly hit the forehead of the scholar who had scolded Xue Pan.
Porcelain shards flew and the man's forehead was immediately bloody and scary.
Snapped!
Another object flew towards me, but this time it didn't hit anyone, but hung at the feet of the person being beaten.
Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was a piece of silver worth about five taels.
"The medical expenses should be enough. I don't care about you insulting me, Brother Xue. Get out of here. If you dare to say more, I will knock out all your teeth!"
Jia Cong glanced sideways and saw that all the scholars looked angry, but they were vaguely headed by the young man named Jin, waiting for their leader to speak.
Although the young man named Jin has a cold face, he still maintains his hypocrisy. He walked slowly towards Jia Cong, cupped his hands and said, "My friend, we, the new imperial examination students, have met to play and discuss poetry this autumn, and I have never offended you. I wonder why this friend insulted us first? Then he struck and injured me. Friend? If you don’t give me a reasonable reason to wait, don’t blame me..."
Jia Cong chuckled and interrupted his nonsense.
With a snap, he slapped the Yan Ling knife that he had placed next to him on the table, raised his eyes and stared at the young man named Jin, and responded coldly: "First, you disgust me with nonsense poems, and then you make weird remarks about my brother Zhang Zhengju. If you scold me again, the eldest brother of the Xue family, I will hit someone first. What can you do to me?"
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