Qiguan, also known as Jiang Yuhan, is one of the pillars of Jinliyuan, the largest theater in Beijing. He was good at singing with a feminine accent and was very handsome. Many masculine young men in Beijing had thought of him.
Of course, this does not include Mr. Bao.
Jia Cong had doubted Baoyu's orientation before, but later found out that this guy was not a man of both sexes, but a simple-looking dog of his own.
Mr. Bao Er is male in gender and oriented towards women. He likes to make friends with good-looking people. People who play well with him, such as Liu Xianglian, Wei Ruolan, and Feng Ziying, are all good-looking people. It is normal to have the beautiful Jiang Yuhan.
When Jia Cong figured out the matter, Baoyu, who had been beaten several times innocently, felt even more aggrieved and started crying.
At this time, Jia Zheng was angry and embarrassed. He was used to being a strict father and couldn't help but apologize to Baoyu. He remembered what happened today at Princess Deqing's Mansion. He blushed and froze there for a long time, not knowing what to say.
It happened that Jia She came back from duty at the capital camp at this time. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Baoyu hiding behind his youngest son and crying sadly. Jia Zheng was throwing a thick long stick next to him.
"You're such a dick, your hands are itchy if you don't spank Baoyu for a few days, right? Poor Baoyu has only been ill for a few days, and you hit him again. Do you want to torture this son to death?"
Mr. Pardon, who came back from the military camp, was covered in armor. He picked up the long knife on his waist and rushed forward. He protected Baoyu behind him. He used the scabbard to hit Jia Zheng on the head and face.
Jia Cong and others were unable to stop him, and the confused Second Master was hit by the scabbard inexplicably. His shoulder hurt, and then he wailed and started to run away. The Second Master came and ran around the pillar.
"Brother, why did you hit me?"
"What are you doing? I'll let you taste the feeling of being beaten. What mistake did Baoyu make? You deserve to be taught a lesson with such a thick stick..."
"Mr. Pardon, misunderstanding... Oops!"
The retainer Ou Jinglun stood in front of Jia Zheng and had just finished explaining when he was hit on the arm by a scabbard.
If Master Pardon had not stopped his efforts, Mr. Jinglun, a frail scholar, would probably have gone to a doctor to have his bones fixed.
"Dad, you misunderstood my second uncle."
There was such a commotion in the front yard that Jia Cong had to stop him and persuade him: "I can't blame my second uncle for this. It's all Qian Kangshi's fault..."
After he figured out the whole story, Master Pardon glanced at the second child who had been innocently hit by a scabbard, and snorted coldly: "You are so capable. When you get angry outside, you only take it out on Baoyu? You don't ask questions when things happen. You know how to use a big stick to take out precious jade. If you have this ability, you can smash the Dongping Prince's Mansion!"
"Brother, stop talking, stop talking!"
After being beaten, Jia Zheng glanced at his son, who was still wiping tears from his grievances, and felt that it was impossible to say he had no regrets.
But asking him to destroy the Dongping Prince's Mansion was not in line with his behavior, and he didn't have the courage or ability to do so.
snort!
"It's worthless!"
Jia She touched his nephew's head and said warmly: "Baoyu, let's go play with the old lady first. Uncle will go and smash the Dongping Palace to avenge you!"
The servants and maids in the front yard were all used to it, and even Ou Jinglun was not surprised.
However, Baoyu stopped choking and hesitantly advised: "Uncle, nephew...nephew is fine, that is the palace, it will cause trouble for uncle..."
….
Not only was Jia She not angry, but he was deeply relieved. This nephew is weak-tempered, but has a kind nature, but I can't do anything about him. Fortunately, I am the uncle... Humph!
He rubbed his head and beckoned Xiren to him: "Go and take Baoyu to freshen up and send him to the old lady."
"Uncle..."
"Go ahead, there is no one in this capital that your uncle can't afford to offend!"
After sending Baoyu away, Master Pardon looked at Jia Zheng with a cold face: "Second brother, you have brought shame on the Rongguo Mansion! Go and wash the horse urine off your face and follow me out."
"Brother, it's just a misunderstanding, why is it like this? Besides, Prince Dongping has a high position, so I think it's better to forget about it..."
Seeing Jia Zheng's reluctance, Jia She raised the long sword in his hand.
When the knife was about to strike again, Ou Jinglun quickly stopped Jia Zheng, who was still trying to argue.
Only Ou Jinglun persuaded: "What the pardoner said is right, we can't expose it so easily. The queen's marriage is about to happen, and the Dongping Palace has tarnished the reputation of Second Master Bao. It is beating the Ningrong Jia family's home, and then hitting the queen's face." .”
"What you said, scholar, is right. I finally have a smart person next to me."
Jia She is a ghost, how could Qian Kangshi do useless things? If Baoyu's reputation is ruined, how can the reputations of the Jia Lian brothers be improved?
In the final analysis, the two houses of Ning and Rong have been so popular recently that they have aroused the jealousy of many people. On the surface, he has no tricks, he only uses these dirty tricks...
All the men and women in the Jia family are beautiful. If the reputation of good men is not stopped in time, who knows what will happen in the end.
…
Qian Kangshi had been coveting Jiang Yuhan for a while. If it were any other theater, he wouldn't have spent so much time and effort, and he would have taken it back to the palace long ago.
But behind Jinli Garden is Prince Zhongshun's Mansion, and Jiang Yuhan's identity and deeds are all in the hands of Princess Zhongshun.
No matter how powerful Dongping Prince, one of the Four Kings, was, he would not dare to challenge the Supreme Emperor's own son.
On this day, I happily humiliated Jia Zheng of Rongguo Mansion at Princess Deqing's Mansion. Not only did I let out a sigh of relief, but I also played some tricks.
Qian Kangshi, with the evil fire in his heart inexplicably strong, wandered to Jinli Garden again while half drunk and half awake.
"Qi Guan, Prince Dongping is here again. He asked you to come on stage and sing a song..."
The steward of the theater hurried into the day after tomorrow, and Jiang Yuhan, who had just finished the performance, was about to take off her makeup.
Jiang Yuhan suddenly stopped removing her makeup, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with anger, and she said angrily in a slightly high-pitched voice: "It's him again, why is this person so annoying... Guanshi Qu, why didn't you tell me about it?"
Between a frown and a smile, a soft breeze suddenly arises. If you don't look carefully and ignore the slight protrusion at the throat, this Jiang Yuhan can really be called Jiang Yuhan. How many people will believe you if you say he is a boy?
"The prince has not returned yet, and the queen is simmering with anger in her heart. How can I dare to go to the prince's palace to ask for this trouble. You will suffer, so I will stabilize it first. When the prince comes back, he will not dare to make trouble again."
Manager Qu is not a person who is afraid of trouble. The main reason is that his prince is living happily in the south of the Yangtze River and the princess is in full swing. He really doesn't want to cause any more trouble to upset his master.
I thought that when I came to Qian Kangshi, I just had an eye addiction, and I didn't have the guts to really cause trouble in the Thirteenth Master's place...
….
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Qian Kangshi was really drunk and cowardly today. Before the song was over, he kicked out all the guests in the garden.
Qian Kangshi's men were seen guarding the entrances, and two strong servants lifted Qi Guan off the stage.
Qian Kangshi chuckled and reached out to touch Qiguan's face...
"Prince Dongping, this is Jinli Garden, not Nanfeng Pavilion!"
As soon as Guanshi Qu heard the commotion and came out, he saw Jiang Yuhan being locked up by a strong man. He suppressed his anger and held up his fists to stop him: "Qi Guan is the most valued role of my prince. He is recruited into the mansion to sing some songs every year and festival. Please also invite me." Prince Dongping is so noble..."
"Where does this slave come from and dares to teach me how to do things? Get out!"
Qian Kangshi was in a trance and felt that the "beauty" in front of him was so breathtaking. He couldn't bear to hear the noise and waved his hands to order his subordinates to clear the place.
Guanshi Qu was knocked to the ground with a stick by a servant of Prince Dongping and thrown out of the door, hitting Jia She's horse who was seeking revenge.
"Hey, Laoqu, this is Qingcheng's unique skill, the butt is flat on the sand and the wild goose pose is backwards?"
After all, Mr. Pardon is the second-largest old man in the capital. He often comes to Jinli Garden to listen to music, and he is very familiar with the music manager.
He got off his horse and helped him up and asked, "But Qian Kangshi is acting like a monster inside?"
"The pardoner has come at the right time. I ask for nothing more than the pardoner's help to save Qiguan. Otherwise, the old slave will not be able to explain to the prince!"
Manager Qu was really at his wits end. Qian Kangshi was drunk and crazy in Jinli Garden. If he really killed Qi Guan in the theater, the prince would have to vomit to death.
When Jia She heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately had a plan in his mind.
He chuckled and said hello: "Lao Jiu, go find the censor who patrols the city..."
Manager Qu was anxious and begged quickly: "Oh, Mr. Pardon, what's the use of looking for the censor of the city now? If it's a little later, Guan Qi... By the time the censor of the city comes over, the day lilies are already cold. . I beg you, my old slave..."
"Don't worry, I just showed off in the city, and the censor patrolling the city has already set his sights on me. It won't be long... Look, isn't this coming?"
Just as Mr. Pardon had guessed, when the Jia family's fully armored soldiers marched through the city, Dou Xiancheng, the censor in charge of patrolling the west of Beijing, followed them.
Seeing that Jia's family was in a very aggressive manner, it was obvious that they wanted to cause trouble.
Without thinking, Dou Xiancheng followed him with his men and horses. After all, the noble dandies in the capital were the credit books of the censors.
Jia Cong turned around and took a look, dismounted his horse and stepped forward to greet him, saying, "Student, please pay homage to Mr. Dou."
Dou Xiancheng also dismounted and saluted in return: "It turns out to be Master Xiao Jia. What's going on?"
The two met often in the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Dou Xiancheng was one of the censors who jointly impeached a noble relative in Beijing last time.
Jia Cong smiled helplessly and explained: "Prince Dongping humiliated my second uncle today at Princess Deqing's Mansion. My father is here to seek revenge. But..."
While he was talking, a piercing scream came from the theater. It was difficult to tell whether the voice was male or female, but the heart-rending scream still made the people downstairs shudder.
Dou Xiancheng was a man with a strong sense of justice. In an instant, he imagined a scene in which a noble man robbed a civilian girl. He did not even bother to listen to Jia Cong's explanation, and waved his hands to direct the patrolling army and helpers behind him.
"Come in and save people!"
According to the Great Xia etiquette, the seventh-rank official wears a green robe, which is inconspicuous in a capital city where a fifth-rank official could be killed by just turning his head.
But no one can ignore the green-robed censor embroidered with Haizhi. Even the princes and princes dare to criticize them. They are the ones who are talking about their low status and power.
Bang!
The gate of Jinli Garden was opened by the imperial guards patrolling the city, and the servants of the Dongping Palace were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers before they could react.
A burst of dust and smoke dissipated, and Jia Cong followed Dou Xiancheng into the theater. The front hall was in a mess, and all the wailing servants of Prince Dongping were knocked to the ground.
He rushed backstage with a huff, my dear, this is the first time the little fat guy has seen this eye-catching scene!
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