The Red Mansions

Chapter 64

After dinner, Jia Heng discussed some details with Dong Qian, and then Jia Heng and Dong Qian left home. He had rented another inn near the Longfu Inn for three days temporarily as a supervisor to monitor the Longfu Inn. Foothold.

It has to be said that Jia Heng, a cousin who works in the Bingma Division, is thoughtful and thoughtful, far surpassing his peers.

Jia Heng turned back to the wicker alley, and when he got home, it was already midnight, Qingwen was obviously not asleep, she heard the movement, and walked out of the wing room, a girl in a green skirt, with a silver hairpin pinned between her hair, Seeing that Fang Zi is quite beautiful, she washed her hands after serving Jia Heng.

Jia Heng wiped his hands, walked into the room, sat on the chair beside the table, and asked with a smile: "How have you been practicing calligraphy recently?"

The more wind and rain is coming outside, the more gentle it is to go home. He doesn't want to bring solemn and anxious emotions to the home.

Many people leave their patience and enthusiasm to outsiders, but they are irritable to their family members. If things go on like this, the family will not be harmonious.

Of course, when he looked at the little girl in Cardamom Nianhua, he felt much better unconsciously.

Qingwen's bright eyes flashed, she pouted her small cherry mouth, and said sullenly, "Master, I still can't even write my own name."

Bi'er, the maid who brought hot water to the teapot and added hot tea, paused when she heard this, raised her eyes to look at Qingwen, and moved her lips. After all, she didn't dare to reveal that Qingwen was in the room today Looking in the mirror in front of the dressing table, I practiced calligraphy all afternoon, and the entire few sheets of paper were covered with the word "Qingwen" crooked.

The writing is like a dog crawling, not as good as when she was eight years old.

As Jia Heng walked into the room, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, just practice slowly."

"I know the young master has been busy with his marriage these two days and has no time to teach me, but I want to practice these two words as soon as possible." Qingwen stared straight at Jia Heng with her apricot eyes, and said crisply: "If even yourself I can't even write my name well, and I don't know how to laugh at the dowry maids around me when my wife comes over."

Jia Heng was stunned for a moment, smiled lightly, and said, "Then what should we do?"

At this time, Qingwen asked Bi'er to step aside to prepare the hot water for bathing, and then she picked up the teapot, filled Jia Heng's tea, and said, "Master, teach me to write these two characters first, and I will write the rest." Just practice more."

Bi'er, the maid who had turned to the door, rolled her eyes and went to work.

Jia Heng thought for a while, then said in a gentle voice: "Let's wait until after the bath. These two days are relatively busy, and I may not have much time. Learning this kind of thing still depends on individual self-study."

Qingwen said: "Young master, I can save it."

After Jia Heng finished bathing, he taught Qingwen to write for a while, not only to write Qingwen's name, but also to practice the Thousand-Character Prose, and to write the universe and the universe.

Time flies and the seasons flow, three days passed silently while Jia Heng and Aunt Cai were preparing for the wedding, and Jia Heng's active preparation for the marriage also greatly confused Jia Zhen and asked Lai Sheng to follow her .

Guozijian · Wencui Pavilion
On the third floor, after hearing what Jia Heng said, Song Yuan's face changed slightly, and he said, "Zi Yu, this matter is so dangerous!"

Jia Heng sighed, and said: "I don't want that person from Ning Mansion to be so mad!"

Originally, as I said to Cai Quan earlier, I just wanted to see if I could use Han Hui's invitation to see Xu Lu.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to meet such a high-ranking official as Jing Zhaoyin given that he is just a white man.

It's not that he didn't think about going through Feng Tang, an old general's door, but he considered a problem, the issue of civil and military private communication, which was somewhat taboo in ancient times. The post, which could not be said to be self-defeating, was rejected by Xu Lu to show his integrity.

As for whether the few people in front of him will inform Jia Zhen, the possibility is very small, because from the interaction with Han and Yu during this period, even though they were concealed by the two, he was still able to capture Han and Yu. Contempt for the people who are now in charge of the Ningrong Second Mansion.

According to his speculation, the attitude of the entire civil servant group towards the four kings and eight princes should be repulsive and disgusting.

This can be seen in the original work of "Dream of Red Mansions", when Jia's family has a big event, all those who come to congratulate him are relatives and old friends of Xun Xun.

Yu Zhen looked surprised, looked at the young man across from him, and asked, "Zi Yu has already found out, they are going to do it tomorrow?"

Just now listening to what he said, even if it is just a simple narration, one can feel the danger in it, but this young man can still be so calm, it is really...

Jia Heng said in a deep voice, "I'm sure of it."

"Then why didn't Ziyu report to the officials, and took down this beast in advance?" Song Yuan asked anxiously, his eyes full of worry.

Jia Heng murmured: "Father Qing is not dead, and the crisis is not over. If you report to the official immediately, you will not be able to touch the person in the East Mansion behind you."

Yu Zhen said: "That's right. If you report to the officials, the people who conquered the nobles in Ning Kingdom will definitely say that they don't know anything about it."

Yu Zhen's father is the censor of Youqian Capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. After thinking for a moment, he understood Jia Heng's intention.
Han Hui looked solemn, shook his head and said, "Ziyu, even if he has the evidence, the Jia family is not easy to stumble. The Supreme Emperor still reads the old love of the four kings and eight fathers. Today, filial piety is the most important thing, so it may not be right. The Jia family will deal with it severely."

Jia Heng's eyes flickered, this was the first time he heard the secrets about "Shuangri Xuankong" in the imperial court, who is the real backer behind the four princes and eight princes?

Too emperor!
The Taishanghuang who Jia Zheng said was the last copy of the grandfather, who bestowed grace on the official.

And not long after the death of the Supreme Emperor, Emperor Chongping sacrificed the butcher knife without hesitation!

Therefore, this is the real reason for the defeat of the Jia family.

And Han Hui, as the son of the second assistant of the cabinet, there is no doubt that the credibility of the news is very high.

Jia Heng said: "The country has its own laws and regulations. If I use the evidence of Jia Zhen's collusion with the bandits to report to Jingzhao, the official voice of the Xu Fu Yin Gangjie will be spread outside, and I will definitely not sit idly by!"

If all the officials can protect each other and cover it up, then Chen Han will be hopeless.

When Han Hui heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Is Ziyu going to borrow Xu Deqing's help?"

He originally thought that the young man in front of him was asking him for help when he told the story, but he had nothing to do. Although his father was the second assistant of the cabinet, he might not be willing to impeach the Jia family hastily and be taken advantage of by political enemies.

Jia Heng said: "I still have to ask Zi Sheng, is there any old relationship between Xu Lu and Ning Guo?"

Han Hui pondered for a moment, and said, "Xu Deqing, how could this person be mixed up with the Jia family's second mansion? Well, Ziyu, that's not what I meant."

But at the end of the day, he also knew that the people in front of him were also from the Jia family.

Jia Heng said: "No problem."

Han Hui said: "Xu Deqing was single-handedly promoted by the emperor. Ren Jingzhaoyin has just been a year old. He is an upright official and does not fear power and authority. Therefore, he has offended many people this year."

At the end, he smiled lightly and said, "Here, he doesn't even buy the face of the two sons of Prime Minister Yang. My father once praised him for his integrity, integrity and uprightness. If this person is in charge of the government In less than three years, the administration of officials will be cleared up."

Yu Zhen who was on the side heard the words, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Han Hui was silent for a moment, and said: "If this person is really not afraid of the Jia family, if there is such a thing, the emperor will definitely pay attention to it."

In the same way, it depends on who said that if the courtier Shangshu was pulled up by the emperor with one hand, he would hit it with one blow.

When Jia Heng heard this, his face paused, his eyes were calm, and he said with emotion: "So that's how it is."

If he is a member of Emperor Chongping, then he will not succeed if he borrows Han Hui's invitation.

Yu Zhen smiled, and pointedly said: "If Ziyu wants to see him, he can ask Yisheng to write a letter of greeting and say hello in advance, otherwise, it's not good for Ziyu to come to visit rashly."

Apparently, the son of Yushi, the capital of Youqian, also saw Jia Heng's intentions.

Jia Heng shook his head and said: "Since this person belongs to the Son of Heaven, it's not easy to bother Brother Zisheng anymore."

Han Hui was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Ziyu... what you said is true."

His father is also a member of the Party, belonging to the Zhejiang Party. If he writes some greeting cards and makes a bridge, the matter will be complicated...

Xu Lu must have thought too much, how could a side branch of the Jia family mix with Han Cifu's son willingly to be a knife?

After thinking about it, and looking at the young man across from him, I feel... Thinking about it is terribly frightening.

(End of this chapter)