A bunch of civil and military officials who wanted to enter the imperial city gathered in front of Daxia Gate. Jia Cong was ordered to go back to Beijing to report the news about Wangzhuang. He squeezed for a long time before he got to the palace gate.
"Uncle Rong En, I really forgot to bring my official certificate. Please do me a favor. Please put down your official title and go in. I am in a hurry to go to the Ministry of Household Affairs to collect food supplies."
At this time, on both sides of the doorway, two old dudes lined up on the left and right, wearing the armor of the Imperial Army captains and long knives hanging on their waists, their faces full of impatience.
Master Pardon glanced at the military attache in front of him who smiled bitterly and begged for mercy, curled his lips and said, "Want to go in?"
The man thought there was hope and nodded sharply: "Yes, yes, I am really anxious. The food and grass promised by the Ministry of Revenue is only one note short of..."
"You can go in if you want, just bring your official certificate. You can't enter Daxiamen without official certificate. This is the butt of the bastard - the tortoise!"
Well……
The military attache is going crazy. It is true that you need to check your official credentials when entering the imperial city. However, over the past hundred years, this bastard's ass has been cooked for a long time. People including him usually enter with just their faces. Whoever has nothing to do wanders around with his official certificate every day.
Mr. Pardon had a headache from the noise and waved his hands irritably: "Either get your official certificate or get out and don't bother me. Be careful, I will report your names to the palace censor. Tomorrow you will all come to accompany me to guard the palace gate." .”
"Dad~"
"Hey, good son!"
When the baby arrived, the irritability on Mr. Pardon's face immediately changed into a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum.
Jia Cong ran forward and patted the baggage on his chest: "I hope that my uncle, the King of Ji, will allow his son to enter the palace to meet the saint. I have something important to report to Your Majesty."
"Okay, okay, okay! Come in quickly!"
Master Pardon stretched out his big hand and rubbed his son's head, then pushed gently, and Jia Cong entered the palace gate.
Jia Cong didn't care about the bustle in front of the palace gate at this moment, and quickly walked into the palace with his baggage in his arms.
However, his ears twitched slightly because there were a lot of complaints coming from behind him.
"Uncle Rong En, why don't you need to check your official credentials when entering the palace?"
"Yes, yes, Uncle Ron, you are completely discriminating!"
"You also said my son, why can't I let him into the palace? How about you call me daddy, in which case I will let you in."
Jia Cong laughed dumbly, shook his head and continued on his way.
It seems that dad's career as a doorman has been enjoyable, so let him have fun with Prince Zhongshun.
There were several officials waiting outside the Qinzheng Hall, but Jia Cong only waited for less than half a quarter of an hour before Xia Shouzhong personally led him into the hall.
Qi Bohan passed by Jia Cong. Jia Cong felt inexplicably that the bachelor was looking a lot more haggard today, so he couldn't help but look back.
"Xia Gong, how old is Mr. Qi Ge?"
Xia Shouzhong was stunned, thought for a while and said: "If our memory is correct, Qi Ge was born in the eleventh year of Taiping Xingguo. This year he is fifty-three."
"So young?"
Fifty-three years old, young? not young anymore.
But when it comes to the cabinet, Qi Bohan's age is probably the young man in the cabinet.
But from the looks of it...
Jia Cong murmured: "But I see that Mr. Qi's appearance is no less than that of the Grand Prime Minister. Especially today, I feel that he is much older. Sure enough, the cabinet is a demanding place. I don't want to be so tired in the future."
"You are the only one who wants to join the cabinet and worship the Prime Minister? First, you must understand the Four Books and Five Classics!"
He was unintentionally complaining, but the emperor took the words and hit him hard.
Jia Cong had a brain meltdown and suddenly felt aggrieved.
"Your Majesty, why are you poking someone's back? I have only been studying for less than a year, and now I know The Analects of Confucius and The Great Learning by heart."
The emperor took the ambition from Jia Cong's arms and gave Jia Cong a contemptuous look: "Recite it and listen to it. If you can really recite it backwards and forwards, I will give you ten thousand taels of gold!"
Well……
Too much! It's just a little exaggerated.
Figures compiled by Xinwangzhuang
It was surprising, but the emperor was not as furious as he imagined, but instead laughed.
He threw the booklet to Xia Shouzhong and said with a smile: "Just follow Uncle Ji's method and let the Imperial Tomb Guards take over. The gold and silver are temporarily stored in the Imperial Tomb Guards, and the ordnance... So, didn't Qin Yuliang say that the Baigan Army was short of ordnance? Let her bring someone back."
"Your Majesty, Shengming, General Qin has been urging the Ministry of War for many days, but all the ordnance that was built earlier was sent to Jiubian. Some of these ordnances are much more convenient."
Xia Shouzhong patted the dragon's butt, looked at the book in his hand, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "So much money? Your Majesty, if the Minister of Finance knows about this money, I'm afraid he will come to the Qinzheng Palace to cause trouble again."
"That's why I sent someone to the imperial mausoleum!"
Emperor Hube Wen Tongxuan felt a toothache when he mentioned it. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Daban, hurry up and make arrangements. As long as the money goes into the imperial mausoleum, even if Old Pixiu receives the news, there is nothing I can do."
Click, click, click...
Tons tons tons...
Jia Cong ate and drank, put all the snacks on the table into his stomach, then picked up the teapot and filled it with tons.
Xia Shouzhong went out of the palace to arrange things, and only the emperor and Jia Cong were left in the palace.
The emperor pursed his lips and watched Jia Cong eating and drinking in fascination. Until Jia Cong was stunned, he suddenly asked: "Do you think I am too indecisive?"
ah?
Jia Cong took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, cupped his hands and said, "Although I also want to kill Liu Bu with a knife, your Majesty's decision is the most suitable for the current situation."
The emperor smiled bitterly: "This is how I comfort myself. The strongest power in the hands of the Fourteenth Old Man is in Jiangnan. Now Ding You of the Zhen family has been taken away from his job by his father, and the private soldiers he raised have been swept away by the Old Thirteenth in Jiangnan. The old fourteen is now a mere commander, and the obvious threat is no longer a threat. Instead, the feudal town is a big problem."
"Your Majesty is talking about the three prefectures of Xining, Beijing and Dongping?"
Jia Cong clapped his fingers and shook his head: "Actually, these are not big problems. If they can really work together, they will pose a great threat to the court. But each of these three families has their own plans. As long as the court divides them and attacks After all, the threat is actually not as bad as the sluts in Liaodong."
Ah!
"You dare to say it, but it's a pity that I can't take it lightly. After all, as long as there is a war, people will die."
The emperor wanted to chat with Jia Cong for a while, but a report from the chamberlain came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Eunuch Dai of Longshou Palace wants to see you."
The monarch and his ministers couldn't help but look at each other. Could it be that something happened at the old fourteenth village?
"pass."
Dai Quan walked into the Qinzheng Hall holding a few booklets, bowed and said: "This old slave has paid homage to the Emperor. The Ministry of Rites and Zongzheng Temple have drafted a list of candidates for the Crown Princess, Crown Prince Liangdi and other ladies for His Royal Highnesses. Saint Let the old slave bring it to the emperor for inspection."
Call!
The emperor let out a long sigh of relief. The old man has been grumpy recently, so this bitch like the Fourteenth should continue to be around the house.
He probably looked through it and found that it was similar to what Empress Dowager Cao had chosen at the time, so that was it.
"I don't have any objections. Dai Daban, please send the list to Cining Palace and let your mother take a look at it. Also, let the Ministry of Rites hurry up. The youngest of the fourteenth family has married a concubine in the eighteenth room. I My eldest son is still a baby!"
Well……
Jia Cong's eyes widened, but Dai Quan was not surprised. He bowed and retreated.
Even though Dai Quan had left, the emperor was still aggrieved.
"Hong'er is already sixteen. Calculated in imaginary years, he is almost eighteen. He has never even touched a woman's finger. The fourteenth old man is good. He has brought trouble to countless girls. His sons can all learn from this. In this way, the youngest is only this year, thirteen or fourteen, and he insists on marrying a concubine in the eighteenth room. There are so many women that I can’t remember their names, but they named them after solar terms..."
Your Majesty, why are you so resentful? Do you also want to name the beauties in the harem after solar terms?
Jia Cong complained secretly in his heart. After the emperor and Jia Cong vented for a while, they felt a little disinterested.
"never mind,
How can his dog son be compared with my dragon son. "
You are a big official, you are right!
Jia Cong nodded fiercely, and the emperor was greatly relieved: "Okay, you can go back. Keep an eye on Concubine Xian, don't go out these days, and play with Concubine Xian at home."
He said it was just for fun, but in fact the emperor was still worried about the people behind it. Jia Cong is a little kid, so he can feel more at ease with him watching over him in Rongguo Mansion.
More and more officials were blocked in front of the palace gate. Master Pardon and Prince Zhongshun were fulfilling their duties. Even the cabinet bachelors were not allowed to enter the Daxia Gate without official certificates.
Jia Cong said hello to Master Pardon, boarded the carriage and slowly returned to Rongguo Mansion. The hustle and bustle in front of the palace gate became farther and farther away, and the swaying carriage made Jia Cong sleepy.
After returning home, he went to Rongxi Hall. The old lady was not there, and neither were his sisters. Jia Cong was too lazy to hang out in the garden. He told Yuanyang who stayed behind at Rongxi Hall and went back to the house to sleep.
I had a sound sleep this time, and when I woke up, the lanterns were on, and the auspicious and wishful thinking brought me a basin and a handkerchief.
"Sir, our ancestors told you to go to Rongxi Hall when you wake up. The second master has sent a letter from Jiangnan."
Jinling City, thousands of miles to the south, is still charming and intoxicating with its warm breeze. Second Master Lian is now in charge of thousands of households in all the prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River. He has a high and powerful position. Who dares not to give him face in the entire Jinling City.
There were boats one after another on the banks of the Qinhuai River. Jia Lian was invited to come today. Not long after he boarded the boats, two warm-scented nephrites were stuffed into his arms.
"It's not easy to invite Mr. Lian for a drink. Either I'm busy with official duties or my wife won't allow it. I finally invited Mr. Lian out today. As expected, the head of the Zhou family is more proud. We can count on the blessing of the head of the Zhou family today. I am honored to have a drink with our Second Master Lian."
The person who spoke was Jinling Guard Commander Yao Bingling. Although Jia Lian's official position was one level lower than him, in terms of actual power, Jia Lian was beyond his reach.
The commander of the third-rank Youwu Guard, Tongzhi, and the commander of the Longjing Guard, Jinling Town Fushi, were far beyond what he, a third-rank commander of the local guard post, could compare to.
As for the head of the Zhou family, Zhou Xianzong, Jia Lian had to be cautious. This man was nothing more than a local gentry, and the only title he had was bought with money, but he also had another identity - the president of the Southern Zhili General Chamber of Commerce.
Two of his three sons served in the court. Among them, the eldest son Zhou Xiaode was promoted to the second rank of Guangdong Chengxuan Zhengshi Sizuo Buzhengshi.
The second son Zhou Xiaoren joined the army, and Chang Dewei commanded the Qianshi. He was an official of the fourth rank. Only the youngest son, Zhou Xiaoping, assisted him in handling household affairs at home. However, he already had the honor of being a civil servant. It was said that he was also a famous scholar in Jinling and one of the most famous talents.
According to the archived records of Long Jinwei, Zhou Xianzong was just an ordinary squire at the beginning. In the summer of the 18th year of Zhaowu, the Holy Emperor visited Jinling in the south. Zhou Xianzong paid tribute with plump ears of rice. It is said that only when the Holy King is alive can the country be peaceful and the people are safe and the weather be smooth (omitted here) The dragon’s fart of the face (10,000 words)…
At that time, the saint had just returned from the great victory in Mobei, and his whole body was in an extreme state of expansion. After reading the Book of Ten Thousand Characters, he personally summoned Zhou Xianzong.
Jia Lian didn't know what he said during the summons, but Zhou Xianzong should be very good at getting things done, because when he left the imperial palace, he had already put on the uniform of a sixth-rank official and had the false title of head of the household department. The Zhou family even obtained the title of Imperial Merchant. Qualifications to start a silk business.
In the next ten years, the Zhou family gradually controlled the silk trade in Jinling Prefecture. Even in the 49th year of Zhaowu, the Zhou family had the final say in most of the silk trade in southern Zhili.
In the first year of Yuanyou, the businessmen of Southern Zhili publicly recommended the president of the General Chamber of Commerce of Southern Zhili. The Zhen family was the president and the Zhou family was the deputy. Until the old lady of the Zhen family died of illness, Zhou Xianzong took over the position of the Zhen family and became the largest president of the Southern Zhili General Chamber of Commerce. The real power holder.
Jia Lian's layout in Jinling did not go smoothly. The biggest obstacle was not the acceptance of the Provincial Envoy Department or the Provincial Envoy Department, but the Jinling General Chamber of Commerce, which controlled the lifeblood of Nanzhili.
As the saying goes, the people do not fight with the officials. It is said that Jia Lian, as the imperial envoy of Jinling Town, holds the imperial power. When faced with the intricate network of relationships in Southern Zhili, he always feels like he has punched cotton.
It’s difficult!
One move affects the whole body. The people on this boat control the food and clothing of South Zhili.
Living and traveling, if the Long Imperial Guard catches one of them, the price of goods in Nanzhili will rise three times a day, making him take action.
"Why is Mr. Lian so out of his mind? Is it because the beauty next to him is not moisturizing? Or is the wine in the cup not fragrant enough?"
Yao Bingling greeted him, Jia Lian put aside the annoyance in his heart, put on a suitable smile on his face and replied: "General Yao is joking, who can't be happy with a beautiful woman with wine, I'm just worried that the fierce woman at home will block the door when I get home, You won’t let me sleep in the house.”
Ha ha ha ha……
Everyone in the boat burst out laughing. Few people in Jinling City knew about the fierceness of Jia Lian's wife, Wang. Jia Lian often mentioned her outside. This was also the reason why others no longer gave women to Jia Lian.
One will die, one will die, the other will die, Wang's ruthlessness will directly lead to the death of the master to send the woman to win over Jia Lian.
It is said that women who are jealous are among the top seven, but the Wang family's status is not much lower than that of Jia Lian. They have an uncle who is the governor of the first nine provinces. I want to take the second master Lian's status in the family...
Alas, poor man!
The dignified Crown Prince Rong En, a third-rank official, a fierce man who killed Japanese pirates on the battlefield and made them cry for father and mother, has only one concubine in the back house. How can it not be pitiful?
Jia Lian maintained such a pitiful character, and became addicted to holding hands on the boat. When Zhou Xianzong wanted to talk about business while drinking, Jia Lian was vague for a while, and then looked at the sky.
His face was full of sorrow and anger: "I am very grateful to you for your hospitality today. Unfortunately, everyone knows what is going on at home, so I will stay here soon. I will look for an opportunity to sit in the village another day and treat you all to a drink..."
Zhou Xianzong was stunned, but in the end he didn't do much to persuade him to stay.
Everyone in the Jia family knows that the Wang family once turned the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion on the bank of the Qinhuai River upside down with a sharp knife. If Yao Bingling hadn't helped to stop it, Second Master Lian's crotch might have been stained with blood. .z.
Such a fierce woman, what a pity for the stunning appearance of Mr. Lian...
Yao Bingling looked at the Jia family's carriage going away and said in embarrassment: "Mr. Zhou, look at this..."
Zhou Xianzong didn't take it seriously, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, Jia Lian just let out the wind. Now that the royal fleet has been decided to go to sea, we can also form a fleet and follow the royal fleet to the west. But this We still have to ask people to go to Beijing to explore the way. The tax of the Municipal Shipping Department is really too high. Let’s see if there is any way to exempt the Municipal Shipping Department.”
Jia Lian brought Wang Xifeng over and did not live in the Jia family's old house. Instead, he lived directly in the backyard of Fusi in Jinling Town.
Ping'er finished washing Jia Lian's feet and then left. Wang Xifeng leaned lazily on the pillow, staring at Jia Lian's whole body, her red and phoenix eyes seemed to be talking.
She even slapped her nose with her hand in disgust: "Second Master is really interested. I sent Ping'er, the most beautiful woman in the world, to your bed. Second Master is still thinking about going to the Qinhuai River."
Jia Lian smiled and said: "If Ping'er is stunning in the world, then Feng'er you will be the fairy in the sky. Come, let me touch it and see if the fairy's skin is as smooth as gelatin..."
After saying that, he rushed over, hugged the beautiful lady into his arms and lifted his hands...
Ping'er, who was waiting outside, heard the movement inside and couldn't help but blush. She followed Wang Xifeng and married into the Rongguo Mansion, and now she became the aunt of the second master Lian of the Rongguo Mansion. I don't know how many people envied her good luck.
Of course, she herself is very satisfied with her current life. The second master was very absurd in his early years, wandering around the Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion.
But now the second master is a great hero in the world. I don’t know how many people in Jiangnan are spreading the word that the second master Lian of Rongguo Mansion is the ghost-faced King of Hell in the eyes of the Japanese pirates and the protector of the people in Jiangnan.
Such a man is her equal...
Bang!
A noise in the back room woke Ping'er up from her reverie. Just when she was wondering whether she should go in, Jia Lian's panicked shout came from inside: "Ping'er, go find the doctor quickly..."
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