In the middle of the night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe prison of the Ministry of Punishment is dimly lit. An elderly man in his sixties was lying on a bed in a cell in a neatly dressed shirt, his eyes closed weakly.

It can be seen that although the old man is in prison, his living conditions are still good. The other seven cells in this area were empty, and only the old man was the only one.

A small official came in from outside the cell with an oil lamp, and called softly at the door of the cell, "Lord Li..."

Li Gaotang, who had been imprisoned for many days, sat up slowly, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, "What's the matter?" "He relies on this little official these days to know the news of the outside world.

The little official didn't care, laughed dryly, and said softly: "A few days ago, 7 people were poisoned and killed by Guozi Prison. Three of them were prisoners of the Donglin Party. The imperial court suspended Zhang Zhongcheng, who was in charge of reviewing the case of the prisoner, pending investigation. ”

Zhongcheng is another name for the left and right vice-capitals of the imperial history. Because, the deputy capital of the imperial history is equivalent to the deputy governor of the previous imperial history platform, so it is called.

Zhang Zhongcheng is Zhang Anbo, the left deputy of the Imperial Palace.

Li Gaotang didn't answer, and his eyelids moved. For many years, I have seen a lot of cases of several lives. Zhang Anbo was suspended pending investigation, and it is estimated that there are some famous ones.

The little official laughed again and persuaded: "This matter is a good thing for Lord Li. Why didn't Master Li write a book about Zhang Zhongcheng's mistakes? After the Sacred Heart is happy, maybe Master Li will be relieved of his crimes. It's better than being exiled with your whole family. ”

Li Gaotang opened his eyes and laughed softly. When he was at the height of the temple, how could he ever have heard such naked-naked-naked provocative language? A small official is a small official, he speaks too bluntly, and his level is not good. He felt very uncomfortable listening to it.

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On 21 May, there was a new change in the case of Zhang Anbo, the imperial historian of the left deputy capital, who had attracted attention inside and outside the imperial court, from his post pending investigation.

Li Gao, a scholar in prison, wrote a letter to impeach Zhang Anbo for resentment against the saint and passivity and neglect in his work, so that the benevolence of the saint has not yet been implemented, and seven prisoners have been killed.

In the court, most of the people thought that this was because Li Daxue was dissatisfied with Zhang Anbo's failure to protect the prisoners of the Donglin Party.

After all, this kind of thing of being dissatisfied with the saint can be guessed, and you can sue in private when you face the saint, but it is not powerful and interesting to write publicly. There are people who openly write books to scold the emperor, do they still care what they think?

But this seemingly venting concert, in the court, seems to be blowing some kind of offensive horn.

On the 21st, after Scholar Li was published, the officials of the Department of Science and Technology were moved by the news and wrote to impeach Zhang Anbo. The charges are varied. Huge waves are coming. Even from an outsider's point of view, I feel that Zhang Zhongcheng can't hold on.

The situation has taken a turn for the worse.

On the 22nd, there was a book in the imperial history to defend Zhang Anbo. The people of the three legal divisions have all been evacuated from the Guozijian, and the care is not strict, and the first thing to be held accountable is the responsibility of Guozijian Liu Jiancheng and others.

Later, Liang Xi, the right Shaoqing of Dali Temple, Hu Shilang, the left waiter of the Ministry of Industry, Wei Hanlin, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, and the director of the Ministry of Rites, and other allies wrote to defend themselves.

The location of the "posting" of the General Administration Department has become lively again.

On the 23rd, above the Chang Dynasty, the ministers had another war of words. Obviously, from the initial flattery of some people, to now, the situation has evolved into a coveting of the position of the left deputy capital Yushi.

On the 24th, the court rested. On the 26th, after the Chengtianmen Chang Dynasty, Wuying Hall deliberated. The Sacred Heart was arbitrary, and the left deputy capital Yushi Zhang Anbo was imprisoned, and the military machine Zhang Jing, the nine provinces control Wang Ziteng and the right capital Yushi Qichi handled the case, and thoroughly investigated Zhang Anbo's problems.

The situation is getting worse and worse.

At the same time, the results of the handling of Scholar Li were announced by the Military Aircraft Department: pay money to atone for his sins, and return to his hometown. The imperial court allowed Li Gaotang to pay 10,000 taels of silver to the treasury to atone for his crimes. So as an official returned to his hometown to live.

Many discerning people understand what this means: reward.

However, on the bright side, many ministers wrote to the sage, saying that the sage treated the scholars leniently and retained the dignity of the court.

A late summer rain finally fell at about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, dripping and soaking the road and eaves. There is a great interest of "the light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing". The cloudy sky before the rain became slightly brighter.

In Rongguo Mansion, in the side hall of the front yard of Mochizuki, Jia Huan, Gongsun Liang, Luo Xiangyang, and Qiao Rusong gathered together, the atmosphere was silent and calm, and everyone occasionally talked a few words. The sound of rain came from outside the courtyard. Drip! Drip! Drip!

Jia Huan sat on the chair on the left, his expression calm, and his right index finger gently tapped on the top of the half-human tall brown table.

Boom! Boom! The sound of gentle percussion is urgent, waiting, and very rhythmic.

This shows that he is extremely sober in his heart at this time, calm and wise, like a cheetah hiding in the grass to hunt, judging the timing every minute and every second, waiting for the moment to strike a fatal blow.

Pang Ze, Zhang Sishui, and Liu Yichen came in from outside with a light rain. Jia Huan and several people stood up, "How is the situation?" ”

In the confrontation of the imperial court, they were powerless. However, during this time, they are not waiting to die. asked Pang Ze to take Zhang Sishui and Liu Yichen to Zunhua.

Pang Ze nodded vigorously, "The evidence is conclusive." ”

"Good!" Gongsun Liang shook his fist vigorously, and his excitement was overflowing.

Jia Huan's face showed a resolute look, bowed to several classmates, looked at each other one by one, and nodded calmly, "I'll go out!" Everyone is waiting for my news. ”

Gongsun Liang, Luo Xiangyang, Qiao Rusong, Pang Ze, Zhang Sishui, and Liu Yichen all solemnly returned the favor. No one spoke. There is a trust in the silence.

The students and scholars who were tempered by the floods in the ninth year of Yongzhi, even if the opponent opposite was the emperor, no one would think that they should "surrender".

You must remember the stretching Cangshan Mountain under the Miaofeng Mountain, and you must remember the bloody remnant sun after the heavy rain. The mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood!

You must remember that when they finally won, the generosity, heroism, and vigor of the half-Que Qinyuan Chun-Cha classmates when they were young.

Shanchang is not only the banner of the college, but also everyone's teacher and elder. Who hasn't been supported and cared for by the mountain chief?

Report the king's intention on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king!

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The night is like water in the middle of summer. The alley is bustling with activity. In the embroidered pavilion Zhu Lou, the beauties taste bamboo and silk, and the red sleeves invite joy.

In the east section of the alley, among the exquisite embroidered buildings, the famous prostitute Cheng Qier accompanied her to drink tea. She wore a diamond-white dress, her hair was coiled in a bun, and she wore a golden hairpin in the shape of a peacock, and her appearance was exquisite. The snow-white skin on the neckline is as shiny as jade under the candlelight.

Jia Lian was in the embroidery building, looking at this big beauty with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, round chest and thin waist, and plump body, her expression was still a little trance.

Cheng Qi'er, a first-class prostitute in Beijing, basically doesn't pay attention to the son of a family like him. He only heard of his name, but did not see his person. However, Jia Huan took him here today, and came in with his name. Cheng Qi'er's mother didn't even talk about how much silver. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "long drive".

Jia Huan drank tea with a calm expression. He's not here to visit the Green House. Cheng Qi'er is a good friend of Yuan Hao, the Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple. He has something to do with Yuan Hao. It's just through Cheng Qi'er to set up a line.

A few days ago, he asked Jia Lian to come over with his name card to make an appointment and negotiate the time. The reason, of course, is to meet Yuan Shaoqing to talk about selling honeycomb coal to the palace. Guanglu Temple manages this.

Cheng Qi'er dealt with Jia Lian a few words, sat down next to Jia Huan, poured tea for Jia Huan, and said with a soft smile: "The posture of the slave family is thin and willowy, I am willing to recommend myself to serve the son, I don't know if the son is willing to give me a good song?" ”

Jia Huan was only eleven years old, but his poems were famous. It does not prevent the prostitutes from treating him as an adult. Su Shishi, the first prostitute in Beijing, called Jia Huan as: Mr. Jia. He was well treated among famous prostitutes.

The aroma is tangy. Jia Huan came back to his senses, his heart was clear, and he smiled slightly: "I have something to ask Yuan Shaoqing." I am afraid that after the poem is sung, Yuan Shaoqing will be displeased. ”

This is a bit loud. But Jia Huan's beauty words are widely spread in the capital. Tianwen Zong Fang Wang greatly appreciated it, and commented on it several times in the literary meeting, making Jia Huan famous. Jia Huan has no problem saying this.

Cheng Qi'er covered her mouth and smiled, and the flowers and branches of laughter trembled. talked to Jia Huan, and no longer mentioned the words of self-recommendation.

Time passed slowly, and at about eight o'clock in the evening, Yuan Hao, who had changed into civilian clothes, came with a long entourage, and when he saw Jia Huan, he snorted in his nose. Some time ago, he was scolded very badly by the tabloids under Scholar He and Zhang Anbo.

Cheng Qi'er ordered the maid to serve wine and food.

Yuan Hao asked Jia Huan unceremoniously, "Jia Ziyu, did you come to see me today, as Zhang Zhongcheng's staff member, or as a disciple of the Jia family?" ”

The Jia family has a hundred years of history, and as a celebrity in front of the emperor, he is certainly not afraid, but he is not interested in provoking. Wang Ziteng, the banner figure of the four major families in Jinling, is working in the military aircraft department. Civil officials and nobles are two different circles.

Jia Huan's eyes were calm, and he said in a deep voice: "Both." ”

Yuan Hao sneered, "The tabloids that circulated in the schools, academies, and Qinglou in the capital a few days ago, do you want to give me an explanation?" ”

Jia Huan said: "The tabloid was co-founded by my classmate Pang Shiyuan and several staff members in He Xiang's mansion. Before he came, he had already thought of a strategy to deal with it.

Yuan Hao glanced at Jia Huan and drank the wine with a displeased expression. Zhang Boyu was in trouble, but the status of Scholar He was still very stable.

Jia Huan arched his hand, "Let's talk to Yuan Shaoqing about private matters first, and then talk about official affairs." The honeycomb coal made by my Jia family is a bestseller in the capital. I want to supply the palace, and I want to ask Yuan Shaoqing to make it convenient. This number is the same every year. ”

Jia Huan took out a few silver tickets from his sleeve, put them on the table, and pushed them in front of Yuan Hao.

Cheng Qi'er, who was listening, immediately became short of breath. This stack of silver tickets is about 5,000 taels. Enough to ransom her twice. And it's every year! That's a big deal!

Jia Lian, who was sitting on the side, was a little dumbfounded. The profit of honeycomb coal is 8,000 taels a year. Brother Huan gave a price of 5,000 taels per year, which is too high. Jia Lian swallowed his saliva, but after all, he restrained himself and did not speak.

The unhappy look on Yuan Hao's face slowly disappeared, he glanced at Jia Huan with interest, and drank a glass of wine with Jia Huan, "What about business?" As he spoke, the silver ticket was skillfully put away for Yuan Hao.

After drinking a glass of wine, Jia Huan's immature face was a little drunk, and then he took out a stack of silver tickets from his sleeve and pushed it in front of Yuan Hao. His face was calm, and he said: "First, the tabloid matter, everyone has a different position. If you offend, please forgive Yuan Shaoqing. Second, I want to ask Yuan Shaoqing for news. This time, Uncle Zheng Guo poisoned the prisoners, so that my teacher was involved, was it instructed by today, or did Uncle Zheng Guo make his own opinion? ”

This is the purpose of his meeting with Yuan Hao today. Whether it was instructed by the emperor or Uncle Zheng Guo's own opinion, there is a great difference between the two. (To be continued.) )