The notoriety of fast time travel

"Oh?"

Mo Cheng raised his eyebrows, and then smiled faintly, "In Jiang Aiqing's opinion, who is suitable?"

Jiang Ying looked at Mocheng. Although his smile was more attractive, Jiang Ying also understood the meaning behind the smile. Maybe he expected the disdain he meant in his words. Although His Majesty thought well, he just wanted to bear the burden The chief official in charge of the imperial examination.

But he was not so impatient to talk about it directly before letting His Majesty understand his loyalty. Wouldn't the intention be too obvious, and it would be easier for His Majesty to think that he was instructed by others.

Jiang Ying knelt down, "Your Majesty, in order to show my loyalty, I would like to pledge my life and property to serve Your Majesty."

Now that he has been involved in the court, no matter which side he is on, it is impossible for the Jiang family to retreat unscathed.

Jiang Ying took out a letter from his pocket and presented it to His Majesty. Mocheng, who was about to scoff at the letter, opened it half-believingly when he saw the letter presented. The content was nothing special, it was a greeting from his parents.

But Zhang Yin at the bottom surprised Mo Cheng, and Mo Cheng looked up at him, "Are you the son of the Jiang family, a wealthy merchant from Jiangnan?"

"Exactly." After answering the question, Jiang Ying said, "Because my uncle is a second-rank official of the imperial court and is afraid of falling into the truth, and many other reasons, I think His Majesty understands it, so I have no choice but to forge my identity."

"I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!" Jiang Yingxing knelt down and saluted, "Give me a chance to make up for my mistakes, and I will go all out to serve Your Majesty."

"Jiangnan Jiang Clan will fully support His Majesty."

Mo Cheng calmed down the emotional ups and downs in his heart, so it's no wonder that he didn't find out the real identity of the minister. He has an uncle who works in the official department, and there is that old guy Liao Feng who confuses the public.

He had found out about the relationship between Qian Guozhong, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and Mrs. Jiang's young wife before, and he was quite scruples at that time, because once the government was in turmoil, even if the Jiang family would not go all out in terms of financial resources, they would still strongly support it. Qian Guozhong.

However, if he holds Jiang's direct descendants in his hands at this time, then the direction of Jiang's support will also change, and he will go all out without any scruples.

"Then why did Jiang Aiqing suddenly give up Liao Taifu, a powerful official in the court, and turn to me, a monarch with no real power?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, I don't want to see my hundred-year-old foundation of Daxia being harmed by a treacherous minister. If I go along with it, I may attract criticism from later generations and leave a reputation forever." In fact, Jiang Ying also knows that these high-sounding words cannot convince His Majesty.

Then he paused, as if biting the bullet and said, "Teacher Liao is suspicious and cruel, and I am afraid that I will end up like a cunning rabbit and a running dog."

This sentence is the one that can convince His Majesty. Isn't he an illiterate person who values ​​power when he enters the court and becomes an official? How can he have any great ambitions for the country and the people.

Of course, the country is stable, and he also knows the reason for the death of his ministers, but before that, Xiao DianXian should fall in love with him...

Sure enough, this answer was still credible to Mo Cheng, he felt that this illiterate lecturer seemed to have become a little bit smarter, and he could actually see and know the truth of cunning.

"I also hope that His Majesty understands the loyalty of the minister to His Majesty."

Mo Cheng hurriedly got up from the soft couch and came to Jiang Ying, and helped him up, "Jiang Aiqing, please get up quickly, from now on there should be no suspicion between you and my ministers, and Jiang Aiqing doesn't have to perform such a grand ceremony."

Jiang Ying still admires His Majesty, he can change his face so quickly, and he can let go of his body to win over people who are useful to him.

At the moment of contact, the sweetness value also increased slightly.The corners of Jiang Ying's mouth ticked faintly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

There is another reason why I admire His Majesty, because His Majesty has a well-known taboo today, that is, he is very taboo about being touched by others, especially women. There used to be dancers from foreign lands who performed dances at royal banquets , As a result, the dancer brushed His Majesty's face with her water sleeve, which aroused His Majesty's fury, and immediately ordered her to be killed with a stick.Moreover, none of the concubines in the harem are pregnant with any heirs, so they all suspect that His Majesty has other hidden diseases.

At this time, His Majesty actually broke through the obstacles in his heart in order to get his assistance. Such an attitude of humility and acceptance is really the bearing that a generation of emperors should have.

After Jiang Ying left the palace, Mo Cheng looked at his back and squinted his eyes thinking for a moment.

"Eunuch Li, you should send someone to Jiangnan to find out if the Jiang family has a descendant like him. The sooner the better. I must know the result within three days."

"The slave leads the order."

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When Jiang Ying came out of the palace, his official Sun De greeted him, "Master, I have prepared a gift for Miss Jiayue, who is the Hua Kui of Chunri Nuannuan, this old servant has already prepared, will you send someone to deliver it now?"

Jiang Ying raised his eyebrows, "What gift?"

"Master, you ordered to find a gift for Miss Jiayue a month ago. Today is Miss Jiayue's birthday. Do you want someone to send it over now, or wait for the master to bring the gift tonight?"

"Oh." Jiang Ying nodded, and then said, "No need to give it away, the pearls are ground into powder and sent to my room."

Sun De's jaw dropped in shock, but he ordered people to go to the South China Sea to find the pearl after a lot of effort. It was priceless, and it was about to be ground into powder.Besides, doesn't the master love Miss Jiayue very much, why would he not even go to Miss Jiayue's birthday?

"What? Didn't you hear what I said?"

Sun De trembled, and Jiang Ying's cold eyes stared at him, "Yes, master."

"Go back first, I'll walk back."

"Yes." Although Sun De didn't understand their master more and more, he didn't dare to show any doubts, because the master seemed to have changed in the past two days, and there was always a feeling of fear .

Jiang Ying walked back slowly. Of course, the purpose of not sitting in the sedan chair is that he wants to lose weight and exercise more.

When he walked back to the mansion, the servants had already prepared breakfast. Jiang Ying drank some porridge and picked up a few side dishes with chopsticks. Although he didn't feel full yet, he asked the servants to remove the meal.

Then I went to the study to get a few books and went back to the room. After reading for half an hour, I started to do sit-ups and other exercises, and finally fell down on the bed, sleepy and tired, and fell asleep after a while past.

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At night, in Jiang Ying's room, there was only a scream, followed by the sound of a copper basin falling to the ground.

Jiang Ying looked at the ignorant maid and reprimanded, "What's your name! Is your master so scary?"

The little maid tremblingly pointed at Jiang Ying's smeared pale face, "Master...your face...your face..."

"Okay, wipe off the water on the ground and tell them to prepare for me to take a bath."

The maid went out, and Jiang Ying took the bronze mirror in his hand and wiped some pearl mask that he made himself on his face.

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The next day, when it was time for His Majesty to invite the ministers to participate in the slave competition, Jiang Ying went to the palace to attend the banquet in a purple court dress.

The Jinxiang Hall is a place for the emperor to enjoy and hold banquets. Of course, after His Majesty ascended the throne, he built the hall to be more suitable for watching slave fighting games. Above and below the steps is a huge circular open space, and the current design is more conducive to viewing and more conducive to slaves fighting.

When Jiang Ying arrived, the ministers had almost arrived.Jiang Ying's position was arranged far away from His Majesty, and he was next to some fourth-rank officials in the court.

After all the ministers had taken their seats, His Majesty also arrived, followed by a group of servants. After paying the salute, His Majesty stood in front of his seat and said loudly, "Today, I invite all my lovers to watch the slave fight match to let the ministers Have fun with me, and when the competition starts, each Aiqing will choose a slave, and I will reward those Aiqing's slaves who survive to the end."

After saying that, His Majesty sat down. His seat was empty, and he didn't ask any questions. The minister who said in the court had to come had no effect on the one who didn't come.

"Game start."

With Eunuch Li's shrill voice, the iron gate on the east side of the hall slowly opened, and then two carriages each driven by four horses slowly entered the hall. On the carriages were huge iron cages, each cage About fifty or sixty slaves were imprisoned here.

Jiang Ying took a sip of the wine in front of him and looked down. At this time, the cage had been opened, and the numbers were printed on the chests of the slaves in gray rough linen clothes, which was convenient for the officials to choose.After being kicked out of the cage, the slaves bowed their heads and shrank.

Jiang Ying shook his head and sighed, out of the hundreds of people, only three survived.

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These slaves are either the relatives of the criminal ministers or the captives of foreign enemies. Once they become slaves, they will stab the word "servant" on their foreheads as a brand.Not allowed to lift his head for life, his status is extremely low, comparable to ants.You can't look directly into the eyes of the powerful. If some powerful people find that the slave dares to commit crimes, it will be like being stained by his eyes, and his eyes will be gouged out.

"My dear friends, let's start choosing the slaves you like." Mo Cheng waved his bold sleeves, and the minister who was far away whispered and shook his head and sighed.

From high to low official position, choose one after another.

The ministers reported the numbers they had chosen one after another, and handed over the selected numbers to the eunuch.

At the beginning, the ministers who were chosen were all chosen for their stature and strong looks. That is to say, when they came to Jiang Ying's place, the selection would be reduced by half, and most of those who were tall and strong were selected away.

Jiang Ying's gaze was sweeping back and forth over the slaves, "Master Jiang, have you selected the slaves?"

"I've chosen." Jiang Ying held the brush and was about to look away, but saw a slave below him boldly raised his head, as if struggling with disobedience. He wanted to look at these people upright, and even let it out A little indifferent and arrogant.He met Jiang Ying's eyes, and then he quickly lowered his head.

But Jiang Ying was so shocked that he forgot to breathe, dropped the brush in his hand, and splashed ink on the snow-white paper.

Those are a pair of extremely familiar eyebrows...

There is no trace of similarity in his whole body, except for those eyebrows and eyes.

Huh, a breath of cool air rushed straight into the lungs, Jiang Ying held his chest and panted heavily, and wrinkled the cloth on his chest with his hands.

"Master? Master Jiang?"

The other hand holding the corner of the table was convulsed, "Help...help me write..."

"Number Nine."

"Master Jiang, is he not feeling well?" the little eunuch asked with concern.

"Help me write Number Nine!"

Facing Jiang Ying's roar, the little eunuch was so frightened that he didn't ask any more questions.

Read it aloud after writing.

"Master Jiang Yingjiang, the lecturer, number nine—"