After Mr. Zhang stepped down from his position as the Jiedushi of the Beijing Camp, he only had the errand of the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Army.
But in front of the British government palace, there are never fewer people coming to visit and ask for help.
After all, the old man also has a series of titles such as the British Duke of Fengtian Yiyun Zhongchengxuanli Military Minister, Grand Master, Zuo Zhuguo, Tejin Guanglu Doctor... etc., the most serious military minister of Daxia, the pardon A person as stupid as the master would not dare to be presumptuous in front of this person.
The carriage creaked and creaked forward, and the people who had been blocking the door of the British Duke's Palace made way for them.
The man guarding the carriage jumped off the horse, and people around him raised their hands to say hello.
"Good morning Yongfeng Bo~"
"Greetings, uncle~"
"Good morning Mr. Cong~"
Jia Cong nodded in response, but did not talk to these people.
The curtain of the carriage has been raised, and Daiyu is wearing a light green skirt with a slight application of powder. After being helped out of the carriage by Jia Cong, she smiles and nods to those who salute her.
Then the two of them came to the closed door of the British Duke's Mansion, and when they were about to knock on the door, they saw the side door being opened, revealing a childish little face.
"Zhang Cheng pays homage to His Highness. Good morning, Third Brother Cong."
Probably because he came out in a hurry, his salute was a bit too big, and this little carrot almost tripped over the threshold.
Jia Cong picked it up, pinched the man's chubby face, and introduced to Daiyu with a smile: "He is my husband's favorite grandson, Mr. Zhang's only son Zhang Cheng. His mother Sister Lin must have heard of Mr. Ning An’s daughter..."
There were stars in Daiyu's eyes for a moment, and she looked at the little carrot head passionately: "I know, it's Mr. Shen!"
Mr. Ning'an, Shen Ji, was famous in the south of the Yangtze River for his lyrics, music and drama. He also made great achievements in the imperial examination. During the Zhaowu period, he became the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple.
Later, because he didn't like the strife in the officialdom, he was given an official position and returned to his hometown to concentrate on opera.
But these are not his highest achievements. His highest achievement is to teach a legendary woman.
Shen Jingxiu, the daughter of Shen Ji, was a famous talented woman in Wujiang. As a woman, she defeated a number of talents from Nanzhili in all aspects of poetry, calligraphy, painting, music, and drama, and was called the Shen Master.
When everyone thought that this talented girl would marry into a scholarly family, unexpectedly, by chance, she met the third son with the least presence in the British government and married into the Zhang family, a military family. , which shocked the world.
Jia Cong was not very clear about the details of the original situation. He only occasionally heard his father mention that his grandfather had thought of marrying Shen Cainu to his second uncle, and he did not want to be beaten to the throne by Mr. Zhang...
Zhang Cheng was only seven years old. He pretended to be a young adult and welcomed the two people in. With a bang, the door closed again. He did not forget to explain to them.
"Isn't it time to recruit students from the Armed Forces Academy again? Recently, many people who want to gain access to Grandpa have come to my house to give gifts..."
I see!
Jia Cong couldn't help but twitching as he thought about the greeting cards he had received recently and the greeting cards that filled the warehouse.
No wonder Master Pardon is in a good mood, and he has received a lot of treasures. Can he be in a bad mood?
As for corruption and bribery...hehe, Mr. Pardon has always only accepted gifts but not done anything. What kind of corruption is this?
Who told you to give me Jia She?
"My husband is really honest and upright..."
"The things your father did, that bastard, gave me a lot of headaches. He accepted gifts from so many people and pushed them all to me, but he didn't even give me half of it."
Just as he was talking, Zhang Yue came over and slapped Jia Cong on the shoulder, making him grin.
"Hey, hey, hey, hubby, please take it easy, I'm still a child, I won't grow taller if I shoot like this~"
Even though the old man is already over seventy years old, his hands are as strong as those of a young man.
Daiyu bowed down before the old man was about to salute. The etiquette was so thorough that even if the people from the Ministry of Etiquette were invited, there wouldn't be any mistakes.
"Good morning, hubby~"
"Your Highness is so polite. I also invite Your Highness into the house. I just received the new tea from the south. Your Highness is from Jiangnan, so I just want to taste it."
Several people were sitting in the front hall of the British Duke's Mansion. The aroma of tea overflowed, making people feel extremely comfortable.
After chatting about the tea ceremony for a while, Jia Cong brought the topic to the prince's marriage.
Zhang Yue had long been doing calculations in his head, with a solemn expression on his face.
"Jia Cong, to be honest, it is not a good thing for a daughter of the Zhang family to enter the palace. I have told your majesty and the saint about this. I think your father was also very opposed to the entry of virtuous concubines into the palace. You should be able to understand My thoughts."
Daiyu and Jia Cong looked at each other and sighed almost at the same time.
Yuanchun's entry into the palace was calculated by someone. As the top martial artist in the Xia Dynasty, the Jia family had too many taboos in following the path of a relative.
The Jia family is like this, and the Zhang family is the same, but today is different from the past...
Jia Cong cupped his hands and said: "Sir, I know your concerns. But today's Great Xia is different from the past. Great Xia needs a princess with a martial arts background, and in the future, it will need a queen who can speak for the generals. As for what to say The taboos of my relatives are no longer relevant to Wu Xun’s future.”
The reason is simple. The time for Daxia to open up to the outside world has come. If the future queen of the central palace is from a civil servant, won't the military commanders have no backup in the palace?
Don't underestimate the pillow wind. Even if the prince seems to be a wise king now, if he is whispered into his ears too much, he may use civility to control force again.
The old man opened his mouth, but in the end it just turned into a long sigh and he shook his head bitterly.
"I don't know why, but the walls of the Forbidden City are high and the courtyard is deep. I really don't want Liu Yatou to go there."
After a lifetime of ups and downs, Zhang Yue had long seen through the strife in the court and palace.
The British government does not need to use women in exchange for power, but the British government is the face of the military affairs of Great Xia. As the leader of the generals of Great Xia, Zhang Yue has enjoyed the support of the military officials for decades, so he should make a certain contribution to the future of the military. sacrifice.
For example, allowing six girls to enter the palace can increase the military's power and guard against possible threats in the harem.
This has nothing to do with self-interest, but what is needed by the general trend.
There are only a few families who are qualified to enter the palace on behalf of the military, including the Zhang family of the British government, the Jia family of Ningrong and Zhenguo, and the Niu family of the Zhenguo government.
Lao Niu's family is full of brats, and their only daughter got married early. The Jia family has already given birth to a virtuous concubine who is the first of the four concubines. Even if the Jia family is willing, the Second Saint is not willing!
So, now only the British government is the most suitable.
Zhang Yue expressed his stance to the two saints twice before, but the two saints responded with silence. He already understood that there was probably no way to escape from this matter. Sure enough...
"I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince likes an actor? Does that actor want to enter the palace? The Zhang family can let the sixth girl enter the palace, but the actor must die!"
The iron blood of the first man in the military instantly filled the entire front hall, and even Jia Cong, a warrior on the battlefield, couldn't help but shudder.
He was certain that if Miss Zhang Liu entered the palace and that Fengxian even had the slightest intention of entering the palace, the soldiers of the old Zhang family would definitely chop her into countless pieces of meat and feed it to the dogs.
Fortunately, the prince was persuaded yesterday, otherwise the old man would definitely send someone to send Miss Fengxian to heaven before the Second Saint could take action.
Not to mention that human life is more important than heaven, the old Zhang family will never let the prince's Bai Yueguang and his daughter serve the same husband.
"You should keep your murderous intentions under control. That girl will leave the capital soon. His Highness the Crown Prince has asked the younger generation to find a good family for that girl. You can rest assured about this."
Zhang Yue shrank his eyes when he heard this and smiled.
"Is this your kid's idea? You actually want to come up with a delaying strategy. Li Daitao asked the girl to change her identity and enter the palace? Aren't you afraid that Daxia will cause trouble to the Zhen family again?"
ah? what!
Jia Cong hurriedly explained: "I have misunderstood you, old man. Why don't you look down on me? You have already told me about Zhen's misfortune. How could I not be clear about it? The lessons learned from the past are not far away. I am not so confused as to misunderstand the great cause with petty affection." The situation. Besides, His Royal Highness is a wise man. He already understands how to choose, otherwise he would not have asked this kid to come to you."
"Sir, what Brother Cong said is true. This matter has been reported to the saint. With the saint watching, the emperor will never disobey the saint."
Perhaps it was Daiyu who convinced the old man even more. After nodding, he called a maid.
"In this case, Your Highness can talk to my daughter-in-law and granddaughter about this matter. As for whether this matter will succeed or not, I will discuss it with Uncle Yongfeng."
Having said that, Daiyu can already confirm that the future crown princess has been decided.
It's just that the old man wants to discuss the exchange of interests with Jia Cong, and it's not convenient to discuss it in front of her.
After Daiyu left, Zhang Yue's eyes became even sharper.
He snorted coldly and reprimanded: "You are also a smart person, why do you have to get involved in this matter? Even if I want my six girls to enter the palace, you should not be the one to bring it up. When it is time to avoid suspicion, even if it is Even if you offend someone, you must avoid suspicion. Are all the people in the Ministry of Rites dead? I want you to speak..."
Jia Cong looked aggrieved and smacked his mouth.
"Sir, I also have the title of Minister of Rites, have you always forgotten?"
This made the old man choke. He had really forgotten that the boy in front of him had several errands. He was not only the Minister of Industry in charge of firearms research and development, but also the Minister of Rites in charge of diplomacy and colonization.
Just listen to Jia Cong continue to say: "To be honest, I had no intention of getting involved in this matter from the beginning, but the sage reminded me... He Laoguan from the Ministry of Rites and Zongzheng Temple planned to choose among the civil servants' homes."
"This has nothing to do with right or wrong. It's just that their future development of Daxia is contrary to the interests of our generals. Most of the civil servants in the DPRK are secretly opposed to the plan for foreign colonization..."
"If I don't fight for us first, please tell me which side has the greater advantage?"
Jia Cong explained the reasons in one breath and expressed his grievances at the same time.
This thing is quite fucked. The battle between civil and military forces has never actually stopped, but it is still within control at the moment.
Jia Cong was born in a martial arts family, but he was also a member of the civil service with a rank of six yuan.
He didn't want to get involved from the beginning, but the two saints chose him to organize the prince's wedding.
Dai Quan personally conveyed the wishes of the sage, asking Jia Cong to choose the best choice for the future development of the country.
The best choice is of course the daughter of a military commander, and it must be from a family that best represents the military.
After all, Daxia is about to fully expand its colonization, and the power of military generals and governors will be unprecedentedly expanded, so the trust of the royal family is crucial.
After much selection, the six girls from the British government that the Queen Mother had originally mentioned were the most suitable.
The old man and the young man stared at each other, and finally they all laughed helplessly.
"Forget it, my children and grandchildren have their own destiny. I am an old man, how long can I worry about it?"
Zhang Yue sighed again, and then solemnly said to Jia Cong: "But you have to promise me one thing..."
Jia Cong thought to himself, and said with cupped hands: "Please tell me, as long as this junior can do it, go up the mountain of swords and the sea of fire..."
"There is no need to go up the mountain of knives or the sea of fire. I want you to make a promise..."
…
Daiyu was left in the British palace by Mrs. Zhang and the third wife, Mr. Shen. It was said that Ms. Shen had met Lin Shixian late and wanted to discuss poetry and poetry in the mansion, so she would not return until evening.
Jia Cong got the message from his father-in-law and left early, planning to enter the palace to report to the emperor and the prince.
The carriage traveled north leisurely, and Jia Cong sat in the carriage thinking about Zhang Yue's request.
"I want you, Jia Cong, to ensure that Liu Yatou's position in the palace cannot be taken away!"
Mr. Zhang is worried about the prince, but it is understandable. Who told the prince to have a white moonlight?
The old Liu family is full of love, the emperor has a concubine Zhen, the emperor has a cinnabar mole of the empress of Yuan Dynasty, and the prince has a white moonlight phoenix fairy...
It is true that each generation is getting stronger than the previous generation, and it has made Grand Master Guogong feel unconfident.
"Hey, you have pinned your hopes on a young boy like me. Why don't you always believe in the influence of the British government?"
Jia Cong couldn't help but complain. After the carriage stopped, he stepped down and walked into the palace gate in a swaggering manner.
Soon he arrived in front of the Qinzheng Hall, and met the old man He Yaomin, the Minister of Rites. When their eyes met, sparks burst out like thunder and fire.
"Hey, Uncle Yongfeng was so busy yesterday. Why did he come to the palace if he didn't take a leave to have a good rest at home?"
"That's enough. If you want to ask your lord, just ask. It's not like I won't say anything... The crown princess has been chosen. I just came from the British government. Your lord, you'd better get ready early."
"you……"
He Yaomin's heart skipped a beat, and soon turned into a helpless smile.
"It is indeed the case. No wonder I proposed several candidates, but His Majesty rejected them all. I should have understood long ago that the next generation of harem masters must come from a family of military generals."
Jia Cong nodded: "It's better to decide early. We are about to officially compete with Xiyang overseas. By reassuring the military generals, the DPRK can select manpower as soon as possible and lead the troops."
"That's true..."
As soon as they got down to business, He Yaomin immediately put aside all worries and worries, and solemnly raised his hands to Jia Cong and said: "Now that the matter in the East Palace has been decided, Uncle Yongfeng should come back early to take charge of the affairs in the West. Nie Chaoyi is still a bit immature. , I am always a little worried if he is left alone in the official affairs department."
Jia Cong returned the salute and said with a hum, "I understand, please rest assured. Those barbarians cannot cause any trouble. I will go back to the Ministry of Rites after I finish handling the affairs of the East Palace."
…
After listening to Jia Cong's report, the emperor and his son in the Qinzheng Hall had different thoughts.
The emperor was naturally very satisfied with the British government's response, but Prince Liu Hong's mood was much more complicated.
"Your Majesty, since the British father-in-law has already agreed to the marriage, I think it is better to settle the matter as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams."
Jia Cong bowed and finished speaking, specifically looking at Liu Hong who had a complicated look on his side.
The emperor understood what Jia Cong meant. He glared at his son with hatred, nodded and said, "You are right. I will order the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the wedding. Hong'er, Hong'er …”
Pa~
The emperor slapped his distraught son in the face and said angrily: "It's better to choose a different day. You go change into regular clothes and ask Jia Cong to accompany you to the British Duke's mansion to visit the old Duke, and take a look at your daughter-in-law!" "
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I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!
(End of chapter)
