If Jia Cong is considered the saint's biological grandson, then Jia She is closer than his biological son.
At least the stubborn fourth child is enjoying it now. He has never been so "unruly" in front of his father.
The imperial tent became the home of the sage. The old man knew Jia She’s temperament well, and he felt sorry for his elder son who had suffered two years in southern Xinjiang. He placed all the food and wine that he had planned to leave to the stubborn fourth in front of Jia She. .
"Eat more, you are dark and thin, you have suffered a lot this time, right?"
"Hmm...um...hiccup~"
The sage asked his chamberlain to keep replenishing rice for his dear son. He even finished two bowls of large porcelain bowls. The old man also asked his chamberlain to refill the rice. Jia Cong was stunned to see...
"Enhou, eat some more."
"I'm full, I'm full. I'm full."
"No, you're not full. My companion, why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you give me another bowl of rice? How can a martial artist eat so little?"
Liu Heng looked at his empty bowl and empty rice bucket, and fell into deep thought: Father, is Marquis Jia En your biological son? Did I pick it up?
"Your Majesty, do you want to go barbecue with me?"
Jia Cong held the empty bowl and came to Liu Heng's side, and said bitterly: "I think I might be hungry tonight..."
"Let's go, we can't stay in this imperial tent any longer, or we'll starve to death!"
Liu Heng looked at the "sweetness" between the old man and his eldest son, and felt sour in his heart. He took Jia Cong and planned to go out, not wanting to bump into the thirteenth Liu Ke who rushed into the imperial tent.
"Eh? Fourth brother, why did you come out?"
"Old Thirteen, why are you here?"
Liu Ke chuckled: "I heard that Jia She was back, so I wanted to come over and have a look. I heard that he fought several battles with the red-haired and yellow-haired Xiyi. I want to hear the story..."
When can Old Thirteen change his habit of loving fun?
Liu Heng waved his hand: "Okay, okay, he is having dinner with his father."
"Ah, that's just right. I'm still hungry. Fourth brother, have you finished your meal?"
"Hmm, I'm going to go out for a walk to eat. You can go in."
The emperor suddenly smiled and pushed Lao Shisan into the imperial tent. He carried the miserable Jia Cong and strode away from the imperial tent.
While the monarch and his ministers were sitting in another empty tent, roasting meat and talking about matters in southern Xinjiang, Lao Shisan walked in with a depressed look on his face.
"Fourth brother, do you have anything to eat? Give some to my brother."
…
Everyone in the camp soon had a personal experience of how favored Jia She was by the saint.
Although he was not promoted to a higher rank, the rewards were sent to Rongguo Mansion in carloads. Jia Rong and Jia Qiang, who followed Jia She back to Beijing, were directly promoted to the third level and stayed in Beijing for important positions.
In accordance with the saint's decree, the emperor granted Jia Rong the title of first-class son of Lishui County, general of Zhenguo, and commander of Zuoweiwei, and granted his wife the title of second-rank imperial edict.
Jia Qiang was promoted to Qingche Duwei, General Zhaoyong, and Youwuwei to command Qianshi. The Qin Tian Jian chose an auspicious day to marry him to Tu Siqi, the daughter of the eldest princess of Deqing and the princess of Xinyang.
The imperial edict was issued from the holy driving shaft of Tieweng Mountain and was quickly sent to Ningguo Mansion. At this point, the two houses of Ning and Rong have completely gotten rid of the loneliness that started in the last years of Zhaowu, and are likely to surpass the peak of that year.
Some officials who did not know the secret felt that the emperor's reward for Jia Rong was too high, and even wrote a memorial to dissuade him.
However, the noble clan members and important officials in the court knew clearly that the two saints meant to compensate the old prince Yi Zhong.
"Is this Xiyi ship really that powerful?"
Jia She nodded solemnly: "Sage, Your Majesty, you are not going to destroy the majesty of your own people. Our current warships in Daxia are only slightly stronger than the armed merchant ships of Xiyi. According to the news from the caravans who went to sea, Xiyi The warships can be said to be strong and powerful, and their power is at least 30% higher than ours."
The Second Saint summoned Jia She and his son to the imperial tent for two consecutive days and carefully inquired about the situation in Southern Xinjiang and Xiyi.
As Jia She described Xi Yi's naval combat prowess in detail, the always confident Saint's face became serious.
He was not very proficient in naval warfare, and his first reaction was that the sea should be banned.
However, thinking about the tens of millions of wealth that maritime trade has brought to the country since the trial opening of the sea, I still resisted the urge to ban the sea.
"Fourth, what do you think?"
Liu Heng didn't have any good ideas. This gap was the result of a hundred-year ban on sea. Unlike land warfare, it could be made up in a short period of time.
There is a huge gap in shipbuilding technology. It is difficult to make up for this lesson!
Fortunately, Xiyi is not monolithic, and Daxia still has enough time to prepare.
Especially the red-haired barbarian named What Tooth? Doesn’t he want to do business with Daxia?
"Father, I think we can try using barbarians to control barbarians. Didn't that red-haired barbarian want to do business with me before? Let's agree to him, and at the same time let people go... take a look at that tooth to see what the Western countries have. How powerful. If I could learn their sea-ship technology..."
Jia Cong's expression became strange. In fact, the Western countries are really not strong at this time. The only thing that is powerful is their naval combat strength.
In terms of wealth, all the Western countries combined are not even half of Daxia. Not to mention population. The mysterious East is a paradise-like existence in the eyes of Westerners. It is estimated that if they really send people there, these officials of the Chinese dynasty will be disgusted to death by the sewage and feces that exist everywhere in Western cities.
But it’s not bad to go and have a look. Opening your eyes to the world will still be helpful to Daxia’s future.
As for the warship...
Calais, Caravel, Clark, Gris, Galen, sloop, brig, brig, schooner...
Thanks to the game "The Age of Discovery", although Jia Cong doesn't know much about actual sea-going ships, he can still imitate a cat and draw a rough pattern.
When the time comes, I will find a way to "invite" a few friends from the West, and coupled with the strong creativity of the Daxia craftsmen, I don't believe that I can't catch up with the red and yellow hairs...
"Well, I have some research on sea ships..."
Um?
The three people in the tent looked at Jia Cong with confusion, and Jia Cong smiled shyly: "I am very interested in things at sea, so I studied it."
"How sure are you?"
I'm afraid I've studied it hundreds of millions of times.
Liu Heng knew Jia Cong very well. This boy had previously dragged the prince and shouted that he wanted to be the king of the sea. I am afraid he has already started studying Western affairs.
He didn't intend to ask in detail, and simply gave the order: "I'll leave this matter to you, do it boldly. If you need anything, you can go to the various ministries and departments and ask for it."
Jia She was worried that his good son would be punished by the Second Saint for delaying an important event. He wanted to take over the matter and said eagerly: "Your Majesty, how can you leave such a big thing to a child? I'd better do it."
But he saw the two saints looking at him with strange eyes. Don't you know how capable your own son is of causing trouble?
The Second Saint saw Jia She with hair all over his body and asked uneasily: "Why is Your Majesty looking at me like this?"
Ha ha ha ha……
The saint laughed suddenly and pointed at the shy Jia Cong beside him: "Hou Enhou, I'm afraid you don't know how powerful this kid is. Whatever he dares to say, there is nothing he can't do. An Xin, Even if it doesn't work out in the end, I and the emperor will not blame him."
…
The return of Master Pardon has brought changes to the Jia family that are beyond imagination.
On the third day of winter, Yuanyou's seven-year hunt is coming to an end.
As soon as the snow stopped for the first time this winter, Tienwang Mountain was once again in a state of joy. The teenagers competed in hunting, running through the mountains and forests one by one, bringing back various prey.
"The number one hunt this winter is Niu Pan."
"Second place, He Chong."
"Third place, Mu Congying."
"Fourth place, Jia Jue."
…
Jia Cong did not participate in this hunting competition, but Baoyu really shined this time and achieved fourth place in the fierce competition among hundreds of young men.
The Second Saint was very satisfied with this group of young men, and the reward was much heavier than in previous years.
Liu Heng accepted Jia Cong's suggestion. All the young men who participated in the hunt were given imperial ceremonial knives with the word "imperial gift" on them, engraved with dragon patterns, and were given to everyone by the emperor himself. This group of young men was very excited.
At the same time, the top ten disciples of the Great Competition will be given the rank of seventh rank. Anyone who intends to join the army can enter the soon-to-be-established Royal Arms Academy for further study.
The various game meats that were hunted back became the meals for today's feast. Piles of bonfires were lit, and the aroma of meat soon filled the entire camp.
The originally scheduled literary competition seemed to have long since lost the competitiveness before the martial arts competition. Instead, it became the spice of today's banquet and was directly turned into a poetry meeting.
"Beyond the Great Wall, the wind is blowing, the river is frozen. The vast sea has hundreds of waves, and the Yinshan Mountains are covered with snow for thousands of miles.
Guard against danger and beacon fire, and lead to high points in the mountains. Rolling the jingle leisurely, drinking the horse out of the Great Wall.
There are traces of riding on the cold sand, and there is a sound of breaking wind in the early morning. Hu Chen's clear jade stopper, Qiang flute rhymes with golden zheng.
Fighting in the desert, fighting with chariots and chariots. The captain rebelled against Longdui, and the general returned to Mayi.
The atmosphere of Yanghui is quiet and foggy, and the stone has achieved great fame. Huang Yi wears a military uniform and enters the Lingtai with a triumphant song. "
(Borrowing from Li Shimin's "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave", can a scholar be counted as plagiarizing?)
Jia Cong used a Yuefu poem to bring the war to everyone's attention. The generals felt as if they were back when they followed the Supreme Emperor in his five expeditions to Mobei, thinking of those brothers who died on the grassland.
The sage felt that this poem was about him, describing his prowess in drinking horses from the vast sea, and describing the prosperity of Daxia in the Zhaowu year.
Although there are many good poems by other young people, compared with Jia Cong's Yuefu poem, the artistic conception is still far behind.
The warrior Jia Cong was indeed the best at writing poems among the military generals' children, so the other young men immediately regarded this poem as their leader with a wry smile and did not dare to compete with him again.
The saint is also generous with rewards. According to the performance of everyone in this civil and military competition, the top three in civil and military competitions will be selected and given to individual officials as encouragement.
The top three in the martial arts competition are Mu Congying, the Duke of Guizhou, He Chong, the grandson of He Yaomin, the Minister of Rites, and Niu Pan, the Duke of Zhen.
The top three in Wenbi are Jia Cong of Rongguo Mansion, Princess Lin Daiyu of Wen'an and Jia Jue of Rongguo Mansion.
As soon as the rankings came out, everyone was stunned.
There is no suspense about Jia Cong's first place, but how could Princess Wen'an be ranked?
There is also third place Jia Jue and Jia Baoyu, good guy, the top three are rounded out by Rongguo Mansion!
After He Yaomin read out Daiyu's poem, everyone fell silent.
If it weren't for Jia Cong's Yuefu poem that was so in line with the saint's wishes, Princess Wen'an's poem would have been the real number one.
"The wind is strong and the horns are sounding, and the general is hunting the capital.
The grass is dry, the hawk's eye is weak, and the snow is gone, and the horse's hooves are light.
Suddenly we passed Yanyuntai and returned to Xiliu Camp.
Looking back at the shooting place, the clouds are flat at dusk for thousands of miles. "
(I borrowed another song from Wang Wei's "Guan Yu" and revised it. Who told me that I can't write poetry? Of course it's a borrowed thing for scholars!)
The teenagers were stunned. Can they compare? It can't be compared, it can't be compared at all!
Of course, the top three Wenbi either had titles or received rewards, so the fourth, fifth, and sixth were added for reward.
…
Yuanyou's seven-year hunt came to a successful end, and Shengjia broke camp and returned to Beijing.
It was another snowy day, and the speed of returning to Beijing was obviously much slower than when we set off. On the 11th day of the winter lunar month, the saint drove in from the west city gate. The ministers respectfully sent the two saints back to the palace, and then they went home one after another, each looking for his mother.
When Master Pardon returned to Rongguo Mansion with his wife and children, all the juniors from the two mansions gathered outside the gate of Rongguo Mansion, and the middle door was opened wide to welcome Marquis Rongguo home.
After stepping over the brazier to get rid of the negative energy of the military plague, Master Pardon entered the palace and went straight to the Rongxi Hall.
Although the relationship between mother and son has eased in recent years, the estrangement over the years cannot be bridged by simple words.
However, Mr. Pardon can be said to be the most foolish and filial person in the capital, and his respect and filial piety towards the old lady cannot be overemphasized.
In the past, I didn't think that since Jia She left Beijing for an expedition to southern Xinjiang, it would be a lie to say that the old lady had no worries in her heart.
The old lady didn't resent her eldest son to the point of death. After all, he was her own flesh and blood. Seeing that Jia She had obviously lost a lot of weight, she was surprised and distressed.
He hurriedly called Yuanyang to ask the kitchen to prepare rice. He kept nagging and forced his eldest son to eat three large bowls of rice.
"The barbarian land of southern Xinjiang is full of miasma. If you can, please beg His Majesty and let His Majesty send someone else there."
Jia She used tea to drink down the food that was about to pile up in his throat, and replied with a wry smile: "My son is a military general, and he was ordered by the emperor to march south. How can he pick and choose because of hard work? Mother, please don't say this. If the saint knows, he will still Don’t hang your son up and whip him.”
He knew very well the temper of the saint, so this matter should never be mentioned. Besides, now that the North is stable, the only one with military exploits is Southern Xinjiang. He also wants to use his military exploits to regain the title of Duke Rongguo.
After finally frightening the old lady, Jia She chatted with Jia Zheng for a while. Seeing that he was exhausted, the old lady asked him to go down to wash and rest, leaving Jia Cong alone and saying that he had something to give.
The old lady stayed with Jia Cong mainly because she wanted to ask about Wang Ziteng.
She didn't beat around the bush and asked directly: "Do you think Wang Ziteng's return this time will affect our family?"
The relationship between the Wang family and the Jia family is too complicated. There is not only hatred, but also unclear in-law relationships.
The old lady was afraid that the things Wang Ziteng had done in the past that offended the emperor would implicate the Jia family, but she misjudged the emperor's ambition.
"Grandma, if my grandson's guess is correct, Wang Ziteng should be able to support this casual talent. The Wang family has survived the crisis because of the Battle of Pingxi."
Jia Cong felt a little unwilling and smiled bitterly: "Back then, the Zhen family and the officials and salt merchants from Jiangnan plotted against my uncle's family, which almost destroyed the Lin family. Although Wang Ziteng did not get involved in this matter, he still looked on with a cold eye and did not have any sense of in-laws. Still. Regarding my eldest sister, my grandson wishes he died in Hexi. But..."
Seeing Jia Cong's gloomy face, the old lady hurriedly interrupted and said: "Hey, don't worry about this matter. I will discuss it with your father and your uncle tomorrow to see how we should treat the Wang family in the future. After all, it is Feng Yatou's mother's family." .”
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I’ll stop updating here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!
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