Linzhi Gongzi [Red Mansion]

Facing Wen Yishu's slightly surprised eyes, Zhen Yingjia suddenly felt that everything was not as expected.Because the child behaved too sincerely, as if he really met an elder he hadn't seen for many years.

Suppressing all kinds of doubts and doubts in her heart, Zhen Yingjia also stood up from the chair, shaking her beard excitedly, "You, you are Wen's child!"

However, the faces of both of them burst out with a look of sadness after a long-lost reunion, and they supported each other excitedly.The scene seemed incomparably moving.

Zhen Yingjia looked Wen Yishu up and down, Lao Huai comforted him, and said: "Well, well, you grew up safely and healthily. I will be very pleased to know you from Tongxianquan."

Wen Yishu was already on the verge of tears with excitement, "To see Uncle Shi here today, I think God will still take care of me."

The two raised their eyes, seemingly joyful and excited, but actually looked at each other with ghostly eyes.Each snorted coldly in their hearts, and then let go of each other's arms.

Although the Jia family is in a mess now, the etiquette of hospitality is still there.After Wen Yishu came in, someone served tea fruit.After the servants went down lightly.Only Wen Yishu and Zhen Yingjia are left in Rongxi Hall.

Zhen Yingjia said: "Since your father left, there has been no news of you. I have sent people to look for it several times, but they have not seen anyone. I can't help you at all. You..."

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just sighed regretfully and asked, "How have you been all these years? Where have you been?"

Wen Yishu did as he wished, and replied unpreparedly: "After my father left, the family members also dispersed. I was blessed by my husband, and I studied in the academy for several years. It's a pity that my qualifications are dull. Apart from losing my husband's face, I have nothing to do. Nothing to do. The master sees that I am useless, so he doesn't ask me for any fame. He only wants to have the status of a juren, so that he will not be so embarrassing in the future.

So I went to take the exam, and got a title by luck to come to Beijing, I didn't want to encounter such bad luck again.I don't know how long I will stay here. "

After saying that, he paused, and said bitterly: "If you still fail the exam, you will have to do other jobs in the future."

None of the preceding words have any effect.Everyone knew that Wen Yishu was hiding from people at that time, like a mouse running away with its tail between its legs, running fast and stealthily.Zhen Yingjia thought that at that time she still cared about the face of working together, so she showed mercy to Wen's family.If he really wanted to do something, would it save his family's life?

As for what Wen Yishu said now, he half believed and half doubted.In the officialdom, two points are true and eight points are false. He has developed such a habit for many years.

But now he is more concerned about the moment, when he heard the last sentence, Zhen Yingjia's heart moved slightly.So he pretended to comfort him a few words, and then asked: "So, is my nephew planning to stay in the capital?"

With bitterness and helplessness on his face, Wen Yishu sighed deeply: "All the houses in the south of the Yangtze River have been sold out, and there are no relatives, so there is really no place to miss. As the saying goes, fallen leaves return to their roots. My family is also from the capital. It is better to stay here. Do it in the future. It's a small business, live as you please."

"You also came from a wealthy family, so you ended up in such a situation!" Zhen Yingjia seemed very regretful, pitiful, and somewhat hated that iron could not be made into steel.That expression perfectly interprets what an elder who cares about the younger generation should look like.

Wen Yishu's words seemed to arouse infinite grievances, and he was crying, "What can I do! Father never left anything behind, so it would be great if he didn't starve to death!"

These words carry supreme grievances and complaints.Behind it is the dissatisfaction and irritability of not being able to maintain a good life.This kind of Wen Yishu is the Wen Yishu in the eyes of Zhen Yingjia in the past-an incompetent dude who has a good appearance in the sky, but is incapable of writing or martial arts.

As if hearing his complaint, Zhen Yingjia said: "It's so difficult, why, why didn't you come to me!"

Wen Yishu opened his mouth and said, "Where has it never been..."

But as soon as a sentence came out, he suddenly stopped.Zhen Yingjia seemed to react immediately, pretending to be angry and said: "These gangsters are scumbags!"

Even so, it's just a show.Even if Wen Yishu really came to visit, Zhen Yingjia would never see her.And Wen Yishu was sure of this point, and just kept talking nonsense.

It seemed that he realized that he was no longer the majestic son of Yanzheng, and the identity gap between the two was in the sky and in the mud.If you want to live a more comfortable life in the future, you must seize this old love.So he chuckled, with a hint of flattery, "I just hope that in the future, Shibo can take care of me a little bit."

People with a good appearance have the upper hand, even if they say such clinging words, there is no obscenity at all, and there is actually a bit of shyness.Zhen Yingjia chuckled, picked up the teacup, drank it with lowered eyes and said, "Rongguo Mansion and my family are relatives for many years. If you live in the capital for a long time, they will definitely take care of you."

This is clearly perfunctory.It's just that no matter how good the relationship is, if there is no real point, there is no need to ask others to take care of an unrelated, useless junior person.But Wen Yishuquan pretended not to understand the perfunctory words, and still played the role of an embroidered pillow wonderfully, thanking him again and again excitedly.

After this gossip, Zhen Yingjia continued to be polite: "I'm going to Beijing to report on my work, and I'll be back soon. If my nephew has any difficulties, you may as well tell me. I'll ask someone to solve it for you."

In fact, he was only polite, but Wen Yishu suddenly stood up excitedly.He walked up to him in two or three steps, and knelt down without any hesitation.

"I also ask Shibo to save my family's lives!"

Zhen Yingjia was so frightened that she almost spouted tea, she managed to maintain her expression, and bent over to help her, "What are you doing, my nephew! Get up quickly, and talk if you have something to say!"

The person who was smiling just now has changed his face now, his facial features are distorted, and his expression is anxious, as if he has really encountered some life-and-death event.

"I, I didn't want to bother Uncle Shi! It's just that this matter has been in my heart for several days. If there is no way, the life of my family may be handed over here! Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi ! For the sake of my father's loyalty to you, Shibo help me!"

"Nephew!" Zhen Yingjia was taken aback, pulled him up, and warned, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Wen Yishu was stared at by him, seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly nodded his head.

Zhen Yingjia sat back on the chair again, forcibly suppressed the disdain and impatience in her heart, and asked, "What's the matter, just talk about it."

Wen Yishu stammered with a pale face, "It is a matter of life and death for my family. But Shibo, you are in the heart of the emperor, and I am afraid that it only takes one sentence to finish it. So, so that's how it is. of……"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "Three father-in-laws came to my house that day, claiming to be from the East Palace. They said that the crown prince fell in love with his younger sister and wanted to accept her as a side concubine. I saw that their words were full of loopholes, and I thought How could Prince Naxi be so casual. So he sent them away casually. It’s just that my housekeeper was so excited that he thought something was wrong and asked someone to follow behind. Who would have thought, who would have thought that they really went to the palace!

Shibo!They are really the prince's people!I, I must have offended His Highness by speaking so rudely!Uncle Shi, please save my nephew! "

After he said that, he burst into tears, looking as if he couldn't bear it and was on the verge of falling.

Hearing such a passage, Zhen Yingjia felt his scalp explode!He was dumbfounded, his facial features were twisted together!Blunted: "Why is there such a thing!"

Then he stared at Wen Yishu, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Wen Yishu covered his face with his sleeve, as if he was completely stunned, and he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with what he just asked.

Zhen Yingjia shouted in her heart at this time, so it is so!

That day he received an invitation from King Su.He already wanted to make friends with King Su, so he went without refusing.At the banquet, King Su hinted in various ways that the prince would attack Jiangnan.He also said that it must be based on the past, and then he mentioned the farce in the court of the Ministry of Punishment.

This hint made Zhen Yingjia baffled and puzzled.He had not received any news in this regard.Moreover, the prince was very polite when he saw him, just like usual.

Could it be that something was going on behind the scenes?

When he thought of this, he was very angry in his heart, angry that the crown prince treated his subordinates and alliance like this.He was also a little nervous, thinking that the prince knew that he occasionally had contacts with King Xian and King Su.

I was very confused, so I didn't give a statement on the spot.After coming back, he thought about it carefully, and asked someone to go out to investigate the news.

Now that he got Wen Yishu's sentence, Fang suddenly realized it!What is it about attacking Jiangnan's old subordinates, what is after framing Zhongliang.This is obviously to force the female concubine to fail, and she just found a name for revenge at will.

Let's talk about the farce of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, which originally came from Jing Zhaoyin.Wang Piansu, who was suspicious, didn't know about this passage, so he thought a lot about it.Impatiently, he began to provoke the relationship between himself and the prince.

At this time, Zhen Yingjia already had some ideas in his mind, so he couldn't help but look at Wen Yishu.Qidao: If this person has connection with King Zhao, why didn't he hand over such important information to King Zhao, and search for the prince's bad luck, why did he tell himself?

Seeing Wen Yishu bent over so frightened that his hands were shaking, he couldn't help thinking.

Zhen Yingjia didn't speak, and Wen Yishu seemed to be too afraid to speak, never daring to raise his head.But in my heart, I was thinking that I was so tired from bending over like this, should I say something more.

In fact, he didn't care what Zhen Yingjia thought, all he wanted was for Zhen Yingjia to know about it.Take the importance that Emperor Yongjia attached to Liang Ye.Emperor Yongjia will definitely know the few words of Jing Donggong on the case book.After that, there will always be a way to let the prince know that he met Zhen Yingjia today.

In the end, will it develop into a tit-for-tat confrontation between the princes, or a conflict between the old minister and the prince, no matter which direction it is, Wen Yishu likes to hear it.

In the end, in Emperor Yongjia's heart, his good son would only become a lustful person who oppressed the common people and kidnapped common women.He will probably be very disappointed and sad, and then he will re-examine his favorite son with new eyes.

Then, the several roads that were originally buried will be very easy to walk.

Thinking of this, Wen Yishu curled his lips secretly, raised his head to reveal a pale face, and called for help to Zhen Yingjia: "Uncle Shi, help!"

One sound after another, like a reminder.

The author has something to say: Ah, the male ticket took my AIR away on a business trip.Leave me a honey computer that crashes once every 10 minutes, a honey computer that crashes only in my hands...