The prince was promoted to the governor of the nine provinces and given the title of Minister of the Ministry of War. The imperial edict ordered him to choose a day to leave the capital and inspect the towns on the nine sides.
In terms of rank and rank, he is now the first military general besides a few old commanders in the capital. The next step is to be granted the title of marquis, worship the prime minister, and join the cabinet to assist the government.
For a time, every family in Beijing sent people to the palace to congratulate him, no matter how they viewed it internally.
It is said that Prince Teng will definitely be happy after receiving the imperial edict. Unfortunately, at the same time as him, Jia She of the Rongguo Mansion was promoted to an official title. What shocked him even more was the emperor's edict to take charge of the affairs personally, which kept the usually calm prince awake all night.
The situation in the capital changed drastically. After Wang Ziteng heard that Admiral Jia She was supervising the four guards of the capital camp, his first reaction was that the old saint was on guard against him.
This kind of precaution made the prince feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. Wang Ziteng, who originally wanted to delay leaving the capital for a few days, immediately handed over a note to the palace and planned to visit the palace to try to get some information from the old sage.
It was a pity that the Supreme Emperor had quietly left the palace at this time, and went to Dashi Yongfang for a stroll under the protection of his secret guards.
Jia Cong took a bunch of candied haws and licked them happily. The number of people who came to the house today to hand over greeting cards far exceeded the number of in-laws and old friends in Rongguo Mansion in the past.
Although his second brother Jia Lian was not here, most matters in the house were now handled by his father himself, and Daiyu had to learn etiquette from the two classics, so he asked for leave from Mrs. Lin and planned to go out and play while he was free today.
There was a fairly prosperous market in Ningrong Back Street. Jia Cong, who was licking candied haws, was suddenly lifted up by the back of his neck with a big hand.
"Hey, little fat guy, if you don't study and practice martial arts at home, why did you come out to play?"
This familiar voice...
Jia Cong, who was lifted up and sneaked out to the old man, handed over another bunch of candied haws, revealing two small tiger teeth: "Master, would you like to try it?"
…
After an old man and a young man came out of Dashi Yongfang, the carriage creaked and creaked towards Nancheng.
Jia Cong obediently beat the Emperor's legs and squeezed his shoulders, while Liu Ji squinted his eyes and fell asleep.
"You monkey, how dare you pretend to spread my will in the south and kidnap the Huai'an magistrate and Wang Zisheng? If you let others live, you won't be able to chop off even if you have eight heads."
King Wu Liu Chen had written a complete secret memorial and sent it to the capital. After Liu Ji read the secret memorial, he was stunned.
He was mentally prepared for the chaos in Jiangnan.
In order to raise food and grass for the Northern Expedition, too much tolerance was given to the merchants in the south of the Yangtze River. By the end of Zhaowu's reign, it was already in a position of being too big to lose.
After he attained the throne of Zen, in order to balance the court, he also supported the fourteenth son and the concubine of the old family. Now it seems that he was quite wrong!
No, I am not wrong. I am so wise and powerful, how could I be wrong?
The only ones who are at fault are those unfaithful, unfilial, and unfulfilled children and grandchildren of mine. I haven’t died yet, and I haven’t given you a gift. They dare to reach out and they deserve to be cut off.
Jia Cong didn't know what Liu Ji was thinking. When he heard the Supreme Emperor talking about falsely transmitting the imperial edict, he pursed his lips and replied: "How can you say that it was a falsely conveyed imperial edict? You asked me to go to Jiangnan to make mischief... If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to kill those who are disloyal to you, killing one is still a killing. Killing a few more rebellious ministers and traitors who are not loyal to you makes no difference."
"Boom!"
Liu Ji lost his mind when he changed hands, and Jia Cong immediately hid in the corner of the carriage with his head in his hands. ….
"Stop it, stop it, if you hit me in the head again I will be beaten stupid!"
"You still know you're stupid?"
Liu Ji said angrily: "I do things just like your bastard father. He doesn't care about the impact. After returning to Beijing, he didn't even tell me, and he didn't even make up for the imperial edict. The impeachment memorials for the officials in Jiangnan almost overwhelmed the Secretary of General Affairs. It’s been flooded. If King Wu hadn’t made amends for you, would you believe it or not, someone would have impeached you for falsely transmitting imperial edicts?”
Jia Cong slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.
"Hey, let me tell you, I forgot something!"
He moved in front of Liu Ji, and while beating his legs, he complimented: "Isn't this because I have you to pamper me? This world belongs to the saints. If you don't say anything, who can do anything to me?"
Liu Ji rolled his eyes at Jia Cong, this monkey-skinned person
It was thick, but what he said was in line with his wishes.
Doesn’t this world belong to him? If he doesn't say anything, who dares to do anything to the little fat guy he loves?
However, if a person is favored, he must be taught a lesson.
"Do you think I alone have the final say in this world? If that were the case, Jiangnan wouldn't be in such chaos."
Liu Ji reached out and tapped Jia Cong's head gently, his expression serious. He said solemnly: "Forget it, you won't understand what I'm telling you. In a word, if you want to live a long time, you must make it impossible for others to catch you. For example, what happened in Huai'an, and what's the matter? That stall in your house is a mess..."
Um?
He could understand it before, but why did he talk about Rongguo Mansion again?
Just listen to Liu Ji say: "Do you know the rumors about you in the capital in the past two days?"
Jia Cong shook his head like a rattle, and Dai Quan on the side explained: "Jia Cong, the royal cat, is unfilial and unjust..."
It turned out that someone had cut off the beginning and the end, distorted the conflict in the Hall of Rongxi and spread it out. During this conflict, Jia's mother begged Dafang and his son to find a way to save Jia Baoyu, but Jia She and Jia Cong became the villain who did not obey his mother's orders, disrespected his grandmother, was unfilial, unkind, and unjust.
Dai Quan did not say much about the specific content of the rumors, but Jia Cong, a person who had experienced the bombardment of Internet information in his previous life, could not have imagined it.
"do you understand?"
Shaking his head like a rattle again, Liu Ji hit Jia Cong on the head angrily: "You are so stupid, how can you live without me?"
Jia Cong immediately changed his posture and knelt in the carriage carriage and made three loud noises: "May the saint live long and protect me forever!"
"You hozen, how can you really live forever in this world?"
Liu Ji laughed loudly, then patted the little fat man on the head, and said sternly: "Get up and sit down... Rumors kill people without blood, and everyone in the world will be burdened by reputation. Even if I can protect you for a while, if you carry it on your back In the name of being unfilial and unjust, how promising can you be in the future?"
"Your grandmother, Mrs. Shi, was considered a leader among officials in the past few years. But since your grandfather died, she has become stupid. Now she is even more stupid. She only thinks about her youngest son and her beautiful woman. A good grandson who was born. Little fat boy, you have to learn from your father. Although it is not good to be foolish and filial, when everyone knows that your father is foolish and filial, if you say that he is unfilial, everyone will be able to tell the truth from falsehood. At least, on the surface, Work hard!"
Jia Cong suddenly realized it and blurted out: "I understand, the saint wants me to learn from my father and be a foolish and filial person!"...
Snapped!
Why is this kid so stupid!
Liu Ji gave up!
He held his forehead and said, "Forget it. Anyway, be careful when talking and doing things in the future, and don't let others get a handle on you. At least be respectful when facing your grandmother. Unfilial piety is a heinous crime, and sometimes it's my fault. I can’t be too biased towards you.”
Jia Cong nodded, and Liu Ji rubbed the little fat man's head, lost in thought and stopped talking.
The wheels of the carriage turned slowly, but Jia Cong's thoughts turned faster than the wheels.
He couldn't guess whether the old sage was really warning or testing. At this time, pretending to be stupid was the best response.
How could Jia Cong be so stupid as to say the best answer of pretending to be filial? Can someone who is unfilial to his own grandmother be a loyal minister?
Call!
With a creaking sound, the carriage slowly stopped.
There is a luxurious garden at the junction of Yibeifang and Zhengnanfang.
Outside the gate of Liangyuan, Liu Ji stood with his hands behind his back, and Jia Cong became the old man's good grandson, accompanying him obediently.
After the butler Dai Quan stuffed a piece of silver into the door, the three of them and two guards entered together, followed the corridor, and came to a pavilion where a poetry meeting was being held.
"Master, what did you bring me here for?"
Jia Cong looked around suspiciously, what would the poetry show be like? It's nothing more than writing acid poems to compliment each other, and trying to find ways to get the name out there and improve one's own reputation.
I saw Liu Ji pouting in one direction: "Hey, don't you want to teach me a lesson for the loser? Over there, go and beat him up."
Give him a meal! "
hiss!
Jia Cong's eyesight was very good, and he could see clearly the person drinking with others in the pavilion at a glance - the loyal and trustworthy king Liu Fu!
He looked at Liu Ji resentfully: "Master, I have little arms and legs, and I don't have any helpers, so I can't beat him!"
"Then I don't care. Just think of the Haikou you boasted about and figure it out on your own."
Liu Ji winked, smiled and slipped into the position Dai Quan had found. He waved his hands to Jia Cong and said, "Go ahead. Today is my test for you. If you give Old Fourteen a good beating, I will reward you heavily. If you don't get slapped naked in front of the palace gate, you choose one!"
Done!
Jia Cong touched the only weapon on his waist, took out the slingshot, shook it and said, "Then I will really go and fight. Master, please don't blame me for beating your precious son."
"Go ahead, just don't kill me!"
hiss!
Jia Cong's teeth hurt. It seems that this bitch Liu Wei made the old man very angry.
But when Liu Wei came here, he must have brought a lot of guards. Moreover, this guy looks feminine, but he is also a person with martial arts skills.
He wanted to beat up Liu Yan, but facing the guards of Prince Zhongxin's palace, it was really hard for him to resist with his little arms and legs.
However, Jia Cong can be sure that there will be guards from Rongguo Mansion within fifty steps of him. It's just that because of the imperial guards, he didn't dare to get too close.
In this case, you might as well take the risk. Anyway, if something goes wrong, the old sage will take care of it, and again, dad will take care of it, so what are you afraid of?
Jia Cong, who had to be eminent in his work, followed the wooden stairs of the pavilion to the edge of the second floor, and happened to hear Liu Fu reciting poems and composing poems with these sour Confucian scholars.
"The goose feathers were cut into pieces and danced in the air. There was no earth in the south and north of the mountain. The glazed green tiles turned into silver, and the batter covered Shuntian Mansion."
Liu Yan was not a talented person, and he was too conceited to cheat on his disciples' poems. I felt that my poems were excellent. When everyone suggested imagining the snowy scene and writing poems about the snow, I actually racked my brains and wrote this seven-character "excellent" sentence.
Most of the people here are sycophantists, and even though this is just an unpoetic limerick, they still applaud.
Some people even praised this poem for its success in conquering the country, and were about to praise Liu Wei as a contemporary poet.
Unexpectedly, just when Liu Wei was feeling complacent, there was a sound of vomiting in between the compliments.
There was silence in the pavilion for a moment. Everyone looked for the sound, only to see a fat man in brocade clothes lying on the railing and vomiting. From time to time, he glanced at Liu Wei who was sitting on the front seat. The fat man still had his hand on his nose. Fanned.
"Jia Cong!"
"Your Majesty, don't blame me for disturbing your pleasure. There are too many people farting here and it stinks!"
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