Who is He Yaomin? That was the Minister of Rites of Daxia, the Crown Prince and Tutor, known as Da Zongbo, the minister in charge of etiquette, sacrifices, banquets and tributes in the court.
"Zhou Li: Chun Guan Zongbo" contains: "The king established the country, determined the right position, organized the country and the country, set up officials and divided their duties, and thought that the people were at the forefront. Then Chun Guan Zongbo was established to command his subordinates and take charge of state rituals to assist the king and the state. Country. The ceremonial officers belong to: Uncle Da Zong, Qing."
Even though this man was usually as refined and easy-going as the spring breeze blowing on his face, according to the custom of the country, the eldest uncle was ranked third among the three princes, one of the six ministers, and was in charge of state rituals. As long as there is a vacancy in the cabinet, He Yaomin is the first choice to join the cabinet.
When a person of such a status was furious, not to mention Chen Zhiwen, a person who faced him directly, even the guests watching the excitement felt their legs shaking involuntarily.
Especially those classmates of He Chong's Imperial College, they felt as if they were being strangled on the spot, swallowing all the whispers into their stomachs, even swallowing their saliva quietly.
Chen Zhiwen was held down by a servant of Shangshu Mansion and was about to be tied up with a rope.
But Chen Zhiwen was heard hysterically chanting loudly at Baochai, who was wearing a wedding dress.
"The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors. I forget my youth and miss my youth.
Who cares about pleasure and pleasure? One is ecstatic under the flowers, one is ecstatic under the moon.
The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and the sun is frowning, and there are thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks;
I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit. "
Chen Zhiwen chanted so suddenly that the two people who restrained him did not have time to react.
After he finished reciting this poem, he took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, embroidered with peonies. When it unfolded in the wind, you could see a small word "Xue" on the corner of the silk handkerchief.
Those who saw it naturally saw this word clearly, and the discussion that had been suppressed by He Yaomin's anger spread again in the courtyard.
Chen Zhiwen screamed unwillingly: "Miss Xue, when your brother fell drunk by the Qinhuai River, my friends and I helped him get into your carriage..."
"It's you...the son of the salt merchant Chen family!"
Baochai wore a red hijab, so naturally he couldn't see what the other person looked like.
But the incident mentioned by Chen Zhiwen made Baochai remember it deeply. Who knew she had an uneasy brother? When her father suddenly fell ill, the family was in chaos.
Seeing that his mother was helpless, Baochai found out that his brother was having fun on a flower boat by the Qinhuai River, so he hurried to look for him with his people.
After searching for a long time, we finally found Xue Pan's whereabouts from a boat docked on the shore.
Chen Zhiwen was on the boat at that time. When he learned that it was the eldest daughter of the Xue family of the imperial merchant who came to look for her brother, he diligently helped his friends to help Xue Pan, who had passed out drunk, ashore.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Zhiwen did have a conversation with Baochai, but it is pure nonsense to say that they knew each other or even fell in love.
You must know that after that day, Xue's father could not be saved, and soon returned to reincarnation. The Xue family began to observe filial piety for three years.
The first man of the Xue family passed away due to illness, leaving the orphans and widows. They always abide by the rules and stick to the door, rarely seeing outsiders unless they want to meet with the family manager.
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“Ms. "
Chen Zhiwen seemed to have become a little crazy. He wanted to break free from the control of the servant of Shangshu Mansion and twisted his body with all his strength. Unfortunately, he was a weak... empty young man. After struggling for a few times, he stopped panting.
In the end, I could only shake the square silk handkerchief and gasped: "And this square silk handkerchief, isn't it the token of love you sent back to Jinling from the capital to me?"
He Chong could feel the anger of the people around him. He believed in Baochai because Chen Zhiwen was not worthy of Baochai's admiration.
However, those so-called letters and this square silk handkerchief are indeed somewhat suspicious.
"Chen Zhiwen, with just a few letters and a silk handkerchief, you came to my wedding to make trouble and humiliate my wife. Do you think I don't dare to kill people with a knife?"
"Master He's reputation as a student with both civil and military skills has been heard in Jinling, but the letter was delivered to my house by a servant of the Xue family and handed over to me personally, and the silk handkerchief was also sent by the Xue family from the capital. I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit... Don’t these prove the relationship between me and Miss Xue? Mr. He, do you dare to say that this handwriting was not written by Miss Xue? "
He Chong was not an ordinary weak scholar. The eldest grandson of the He family, who was carefully taught by He Yaomin, was known to be capable of both literary and military skills.
People who can pee in the same pot as Jia Cong are basically good at fists, feet, swords and guns.
"Chong'er, you are so impulsive when things happen, have you forgotten what your grandfather taught you?"
Seeing He Chong letting go of Baochai's hand and running to the back hall to find the ritual knife hanging on the wall, He Yaomin sternly stopped his grandson's impulsive behavior.
He handed the letter in his hand to He Chong: "Silly boy, what does he say is what he says? Look carefully..."
At first glance, the handwriting is almost the same as what Baochai usually writes.
Moreover, this poem is also very well written. Its beauty lies not only in the smooth flow of the words, but also in the natural and smooth chanting. The space barrier burning the gentle mentality of the infatuated woman is even more moving.
The whole poem expresses the pain of being tormented by time and space. The upper and lower pieces are complementary and loop around, vividly displaying the image of an infatuated girl with tears stains on the end of the pen.
To be honest, this poem is very powerful, and He Chong felt that it would be difficult for him to write such a masterpiece.
However, the image depicted in the poem and the emotions contained in it cannot coincide with the Baochai that He Chong knew.
The Xue family daughter is amazingly talented and beautiful, but the Xue family daughter cannot write such sad and desolate poems.
The Xue family has been living in Rongguo Mansion since they came to the capital.
Baochai's brother Xue Pan was thrown into the army by Duke Rongguo. Mrs. Xue was a standard housewife, and Baochai had always been in charge of the family business.
Miss Xue spends tens of thousands of silver taels every breath, so how can she have time to think about love?
Later, he received divine grace and went to the Department of Compulsory Education as Princess Zanshan, a serious court official.
Will she admire and miss you as a little scholar? Your grandfather, He Chong, came second in the palace examination and Renchen, second in the examination. You both asked your grandfather to sue your grandmother before settling on this marriage.
It’s just you Chen Zhiwen, ha!
"I don't know where I found this sour word... Huh?"
He Chong suddenly rubbed the paper with his fingers, and the anger on his face suddenly turned into a sneer.
"Sure enough, my grandfather is a wise man. My grandson was almost confused by this popularity."
He Chong held the piece of paper as if presenting a treasure, moved quickly to Baochai, and handed the paper to Baochai.
Taking advantage of the gap under the red hijab, Baochai stared at the piece of paper doubtfully.
This poem is indeed not her handwriting, but the handwriting...
To be honest, if she hadn't known that she had never written this word, she wouldn't have dared to say that it was a forgery at first glance.
"Husband...Jun~ This is really not what I wrote..."
Hearing Baochai call him husband, He Chong felt his heart itch so much that he became excited.
He grabbed Baochai's hand and let her touch the paper gently.
"Of course I believe you, just touch it carefully..."
Baochai only touched it lightly, and then heard He Chong remind him: "This is Chengxintang paper... I never use Chengxintang paper to write letters. It's too extravagant..."
The conversation between the two was very soft, but everyone in the nearby circle heard it clearly, including Chen Zhiwen.
He suddenly felt a panic in his heart and blurted out: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. The Xue family has a million-dollar fortune, how can it be a luxury to even use a piece of Chengxintang paper."
He Chong only glanced coldly and sneered: "My wife is diligent and thrifty in housekeeping. Which family in the capital doesn't know that? In the eyes of you, Mr. Chen, the Chengxintang paper is just a piece of straw for practicing calligraphy. But in the eyes of my wife, that page of paper , you can definitely add a quilt to the almshouse, or a pot of meat porridge to the orphans."
The poem goes: People in the mountains are busy with their affairs, carrying stones one after another to build new walls, and making paper scraps along the stream without stopping, and the sound of pounding shakes the sunset.
Chengxintang paper is famous for its skin like egg membrane, hard and clean as jade, thin and smooth. Huizhou specialties were presented to the imperial city and were extremely expensive.
Baochai was born in the Xue family, where "there is heavy snow in good years, and pearls are like earth and gold are like iron." It stands to reason that she should be an aristocratic lady who lives a luxurious and leisurely life without any worries.
However, Baochai was a woman who dressed simply and did not pay attention to wealth and leisure. She did not like extravagance and waste, and she never put perfume on her clothes. She was born into wealth, but she was not obsessed with wealth, which gave her a different personality.
Otherwise, if there were so many talented women in the world, how could He Yaomin, the Minister of Etiquette, identify Baochai?
The Xue family owned a luxury item like Chengxintang paper, but Baochai would not use it to write letters to anyone.
I remember the last time I used it, it was the imperial concubine Yang who granted me a marriage. She used two pages to write a note of gratitude and asked her brother to send it to the emperor.
It was precisely because He Yaomin understood Baochai's character that he only took a glance at it, without even bothering to compare the handwriting, and directly concluded that the letter could not be written by Baochai.
But it was the square silk handkerchief presented by the servant that made Baochai frown tightly.
"Husband, this silk handkerchief is indeed mine, but I don't know why this silk handkerchief appeared in Chen Zhiwen's hand."
He Chong held Baochai's hand tightly and comforted him warmly: "It doesn't matter, I believe you. There are always demons and monsters who use underhanded means to achieve their goals. Just check it out and you will know."
How to check? Are you really going to be sent to Shuntian Mansion Prison?
He Chong looked around and saw everyone focused on his wife beside him, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
No, this matter must be resolved quickly, in front of everyone, to clear the suspicion on my wife.
So what should be done to achieve a quick resolution?
For a moment, He Chong couldn't think of a good way, but suddenly he heard Jia Cong coughing lightly.
He Chong turned his eyes to Jia Cong, and saw him slowly walking out of the group of people eating melons, and nodded slightly to him.
The two of them had a tacit understanding. He Chong nodded in response and heard Jia Cong say: "Chen Xiucai, I have something to ask you..."
"you……"
When Chen Zhiwen saw Jia Cong approaching, he was a little afraid and wanted to retreat.
But the servants of Shangshu Mansion immediately followed, and one of them grabbed his arm, making him unable to move.
"Uncle Ben is not a man-eating devil, what are you afraid of?"
Chen Zhiwen's legs were shaking like sieves. He wanted to say that in the eyes of Jiangnan salt merchants, you, Mr. Jia Cong and Mr. Jia San, are a man-eating devil.
Unfortunately, he didn't dare.
"Uncle, please tell me everything you know."
"good!"
Jia Cong clapped his hands and said, "You said those letters were sent to your home by the servants of the Xue family. Do you know their names? Are you sure that the person delivering the letters is really a member of the Xue family?"
Chen Zhiwen was very troubled: "Back to my uncle, the students dare not lie. That person is indeed from the Xue family... By the way, his name is Xue Jingui, and he also has the Xue family's identity card in his hand. The student also saw the Xue family." With the identity card, I can be sure that it is the person sent by Miss Xue."
Jia Cong thought about it carefully, Xue Jingui? No impression!
Just when he was at a loss, Baochai said in surprise: "Brother Cong, when we were in Huai'an Mansion, Xue Jingui died in the battle at the canal dock."
Baochai's words reminded Jia Cong of the first time he met the Xue family, mother and son. The incident at the canal dock outside Huai'an Prefecture was vivid in his mind. At that time, Jia Cong and Xue's family worked together to defend against the enemy and fought fiercely with the "water bandits" in the middle of the night. Death and injury are inevitable.
Therefore, this Xue Jingui died in battle a few years ago.
So, who was the person Chen Zhiwen saw?
He Chong and Baochai were caught in the middle of the situation, and for a moment they were a little confused and forgot that just pointing out one of the doubtful points in the basin of sewage was enough to throw it back.
Jia Cong is an outsider and can see clearly.
Throughout the entire incident, Chen Zhiwen was a puppet being pulled on strings.
Since he can pass the imperial examination in Jinling, it proves that this person wants to take the imperial examination.
Unless you are threatened or given enough benefits, or you are really fooled into lameness, you will never have the guts to make a fuss in the house of the Minister of Rites, who is in charge of tribute examinations.
Marriage robbery? Only when your brain is eaten by zombies will you feel that this kind of thing can really happen in reality outside of the story in the picture book.
"Impossible, impossible, how could it be fake?"
After hearing Baochai's denial, Chen Zhiwen collapsed to the ground.
It wasn't that he was frightened, but it was as if someone had drained his energy and energy, and he became a little stupid.
Jia Cong stepped forward and looked down at Chen Zhiwen, who was slumped on the ground.
"One more question, who gave you the idea, or who inspired you to come to Mr. He's house to cause trouble today?"
Jia Cong really didn't understand. Even if someone "met and fell in love" with Chen Zhiwen in the name of Sister Bao, after learning that Baochai was engaged to the He family, he, the son of a salt merchant, would dare to come to the capital to cause trouble?
This is a blessing given by the palace to marry into two surnames. On the day of He Chong and Baochai's wedding, there was trouble. Jiuzu Xiaoxiaole wanted to know about it.
"Chen Xiucai, if you have passed the college examination, you must know the "Daxia Code" very well. I would like to ask, what is the crime of resisting the decree and defying His Majesty? Are there many people from the nine tribes in the Chen family? I am worried The executioner of Jinling Mansion cannot chop off so many heads at once!"
At first, Chen Zhiwen just said subconsciously: "Resist the decree, disobey the emperor, and punish the nine tribes according to the law."
When the words "kill the nine tribes" were mentioned, Chen Zhiwen suddenly trembled all over, and then his whole body became sober.
Looking up at the orange cats competing for the hydrangeas on Jia Cong's sleeves, he hurriedly got up from the ground and knelt down to cry.
"It's Wang Zisheng, Miss Xue's uncle Wang Zisheng. He sent people back to Jinling to find me, and gave me an invitation from the He family, giving me a chance to come in..."
Jia Cong and He Chong looked at each other, both of them a little confused.
Wasn't Wang Zisheng involved in a major corruption case and thrown to dig stones for the imperial mausoleum in Xishan? How could he come here to cause trouble to his niece?
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