When Jia's mother went to the room, people were flustered and the atmosphere was tense. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang, Wang Xifeng, Li Kun, Xue Baochai, You Shi, Tanchun and others were all there, and the grandmothers, servants, and maids were surrounded in the house, all restless.

Everyone was anxiously waiting for Jia Huan to give an accurate statement.

Jia Yu is the eldest son of Rongguofu, and he is the head of the Rongguofu family in terms of etiquette. If he is punished, how can Jia Fu not be implicated?

The crime of collaborating with the enemy, raiding the house and killing the head. The law of the Great Zhou is clearly written. This home is the Rongguo Mansion. The big house and the second room in Jiafu are not separated. Moreover, although the entire Jia family has Ningguofu as the long branch, the power is all in Rongguofu. Once Rongguofu falls, how long can Ningguofu last?

Jia Yu committed such a big crime, and the imperial history was impeached, and now everyone in Jiafu has not had an emotional breakdown, but they are panicked and anxious, the main reason is that everyone still thinks that there is a concubine in the palace, and the uncle and prince are in power.

It's just that this has no effect on the current situation, whether it will work or not, you need the third master of Huan to give a good word.

Jia Mu was full of silver hair, sat sideways on the collapsed chair angrily, paused on crutches, and scolded sharply: "Mandarin duck, you send someone to urge him to come to see me quickly." This bastard thing, eating and drinking every day and playing with a little wife. He has the face to poke out such a basket, and he doesn't have the face to come to see me? ”

She lived to be almost eighty years old, and she had seen all kinds of political storms in the capital, but she didn't expect her family to encounter such a crisis when she was old. Some time ago, Jia Fuli was still talking about Zhen's Mansion, and in the blink of an eye, bad luck fell into his home.

"Huh." The mandarin duck was dressed in a green cardigan, and hurriedly responded. Lifted the curtain, went out of the flower hall, and sent someone to urge Jia to pardon again. In the afternoon, the third master sent someone back to the house to inform him, and the old lady was too angry to urge him for more than an hour, but the eldest master had not come over.

Mandarin ducks are still very fair. Jia Fu is facing a big disaster, and she is not in a good mood. It's just that, in addition to sadness, there is also an indescribable happiness. Some time ago, how miserable did the eldest lord Jia Yu force her? It was still the third master of Huan who dismissed her and protected her.

He has it today! Sure enough, it's the present newspaper.

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Jia Yu was pacing back and forth in his yard on Jiafu East Road. Wearing glasses, a brown cotton suit, slightly bloated, and a fading face.

Mrs. Xing sent Jia Mu over to ask Jia Yu to come over, but at this time, she didn't dare to say a word and waited on the side.

Jia Yu felt that Jia Huan was scaring him that day, and he didn't think so. He thought that even if the incident happened, it would only be a matter of fines, but now, dozens of imperial historians wrote at the same time, saying in unison that he was collaborating with the enemy, and he was angry and frightened.

How could he not be angry? At most, he sells a little iron. Don't think of the major families in the capital as so white and noble, who doesn't break the law and make money? The butts are not clean. What is he?

However, Yushi buttoned his hat and said that he collaborated with the enemy! This is a great crime. He has a hundred mouths, and he can't say the imperial history. How to say it clearly? Yellow mud fell into the crotch of his pants.

He is also afraid of the crime of collaborating with the enemy.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door curtain, and a little maid came to urge, "Master, the old lady invites you to come over." ”

Jia Yu turned around impatiently, looked out the door, and said in a rough tone: "Don't go." Immediately, as if remembering something, he asked, "Has Brother Huan'er returned?" ”

The little maid outside the door was trembling in Jia Yu's tone, and replied, "The third master has already returned home." Send someone back and say that you will go to the old lady's house immediately. ”

"Let's go!"

As soon as Jia Yu heard this, he raised his leg and walked out the door. Without the slightest hesitation. In fact, he also has to listen to Jia Huan's judgment. Had to listen. The most important political resource of Jia Fu is in the hands of Jia Huan. The concubine and the prince did not recognize him. Only recognize Jia Huan and Jia Zheng.

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In the front yard of Rongguo Mansion, which is used as the station of the "Wind Correction Office", there are many small people. In the hospital, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang, Jia Lian, and Jia Yun were all there. This is the de facto governing body of the Ja province.

Jia Lian was as anxious as an ant on a hot nest, walking back and forth in the flower hall, sighing from time to time.

Jia Rong comforted: "Second Uncle Lian, don't worry, although Uncle Huan sent someone back to inform him, where did the matter come to that point?" ”

Jia Qiang also comforted: "Yes, Second Uncle Lian, there is still a concubine in the house." ”

Jia Lian shook his head, sighed, and didn't speak. He is probably the person who worries the most in the entire Jia Mansion. He was the son of Jay. Jia pardoned the crime, and he was the first to be affected.

At this time, a small guy outside panted back and forth, "Uncle, the third master has returned to Wangyue Ju." Call the old lady. ”

Jia Rong and the others looked at each other and discussed a few words, and Jia Rong and Jia Lian rushed to Jia's mother's upper room to inquire about the news.

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The days of early winter are short. The sky was slightly dark. Jia Huan took the maids to Jia's mother's place, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and there were only a few rays of sunset left.

In the delicate and magnificent flower hall, the family members of Jiafu gathered. The maids are gone. The atmosphere was rather dreary. Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, Baochai, Tanchun, Wang Xifeng, and You Shi had different expressions, anxious and worried.

On this occasion, Aunt Xue avoided it. Li Kun, Baoyu, Daiyu, Xiangyun, Yingchun, and Xichun are all waiting for news in the small hall behind the flower hall. Tanchun is in charge of the Grand View Garden, and Baochai is Jia Huan's wife, and the two of them are certainly qualified to participate in important occasions in Jiafu.

Jia Yu came earlier than Jia Huan, and stood in the hall with his head bowed, with a sneering expression.

Mother Jia leaned forward slightly, leaning forward slightly, and asked Jia Huan's opinion, "Brother Huan'er, what should I do now?" ”

Jia Huan sat on the chair, patted the armrest, and sighed: "Old lady, the current situation is not what our house thinks, but it depends on what the Son of Heaven thinks." I have pleaded guilty to myself. Uncle will go back and write a letter to confess his guilt. ”

Jia Yu glared at Jia Huan dissatisfied, shirking responsibility, "Brother Huan'er, I just participated in the smuggling trade in Ping'an Prefecture and sold iron weapons, which was done by the people below, how could I know everything in the capital?" Am I going to confess the guilt of the enemy? ”

Jia Huan sneered: "Uncle, don't say this to me, tell the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies and Jinyiwei, and tell the imperial history of the Manchu Dynasty, do you think they believe it or not?" ”

Jia Yu looked away discouragedly. If he could defend himself, why was he standing here? "Where's the concubine?" There was still some hope in his heart.

Jia Huan said coldly: "I will go and talk about the concubine." As he spoke, he stared at Jia Yu coldly and said, "Hmph, according to me, if the uncle has a little pride as a child of the family, he should take care of the matter himself." A glass of poisoned wine and a piece of white silk, how much trouble can be saved? ”

Jia Huan's words pushed the already depressing atmosphere by three more points, and the room was silent, and even the sound of breathing stopped. The ladies present finally realized the seriousness of Jia Yu's matter in their hearts. It's going to kill people. The lives and circumstances of the whole family in Jiafu are only tied to the thought of the Son of Heaven.

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

Jia Yu told Jia Huan that his face was blue and red, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The huge pressure is pressing on his heart, how can he be willing to die?

Mrs. Xing couldn't stand this pressure, and her butt was soft on the Nanmu chair.

Mrs. Wang was silent, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at her eldest uncle. Emotions are not overt. But isn't there resentment in her heart?

Wang Xifeng wanted to speak to adjust the atmosphere, but he couldn't, and his eyes suddenly turned red. Her father, who died some time ago. She will suffer now, too. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Jia Mu groaned. She also felt a heavy pressure. Because, Jia Huan's judgment is very pessimistic. What should I do?

Jia Huan arched his hand and said goodbye and left, "I'll go to my uncle's mansion." ”

Jia Huan left, and the relatives in the room did not speak. Baochai looked at Jia Huan's back and heard Jia Huan's words outside telling Jia Rong to contact Eunuch Chen. Unspeakable sadness welled up in my heart. The bees and butterflies were in chaos.

Tanchun's heart naturally floated up what Jia Huan said to her a few years ago: Seeing that his building had collapsed. Now, probably, that's it.

But ..., alas! As a man, she is afraid that she is helpless.

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The night, the cold, permeated the heavens and the earth. The night in early winter was surprisingly cold, as if it was about to freeze the entire capital.

All kinds of news spread quickly in the night. The Son of Heaven will leave for Chengde tomorrow and open a Mulan shooting garden. The willow shooting competition in the army is also about to begin. And just today, the imperial historians are writing in droves, who dares to say that the Son of Heaven has not been alarmed? Didn't know about the news.

What will be the fate of Jiafu? I am afraid that only a few people are concerned about this issue. Real politicians, officials, are all paying attention to the impact of this incident on Wang Ziteng. Is he still in the emperor's heart?

Isn't it rumored that he is going to be promoted to a university scholar? Is this still possible? Malice, coldness, and laughter are revealed in the night of the capital.

On the prince's house, Jia Huan's request to see the prince Teng was unsuccessful. The prince didn't see him, and only asked his eldest son, Wang Chenghei, to change a few words, "I can't do anything about this matter." ”

Jia Yu committed such a big crime, how could Wang Ziteng come forward to support Jia Yu? Don't even think about it.

Horse-drawn carriages walked the streets of the capital, which became quieter and quieter in the early winter. Squeak, squeak, squeak....

Jia Huan silently returned to Mochizukiju. Jia Rong was waiting. For a while, when he was in a hurry, how could he contact Jia Yuanchun, the noble concubine in the upper palace?

"yes, I see." Jia Huan sent Jia Rong away and returned to the backyard without saying a word. Baochai and Xiangling were waiting, and when they saw Jia Huan coming back, they hurriedly greeted Jia Huan, "Husband is back." "For the rest of the things, Baochai is empathetic and doesn't ask a word.

Jia Huan untied his cloak, handed it to Xiangling to hang up, drank the hot tea poured by Qingwen to ward off the cold, smiled, and said, "Let my sister wait for a long time." My sister went to bed early. I'm thinking about the situation in my study tonight. ”

Jia Huan's smile seemed very reluctant to Baochai, nodded his head, and said softly: "Husband, you will have some dinner first." She estimated that Jia Huan had not eaten in the palace.

Seeing Baochai's uncontrollable worry, Jia Huan felt a little guilty in his heart, and couldn't help hugging her in his arms, and comforted her in her ear: "It's okay." "There are a lot of things he can't tell Baochai. If the machine is not secret, it will be harmed.

Moreover, some planning and design, he didn't want to tell Sister Bao. It's none of her business. I bear the darkness and sin of the world!

Baochai smiled reluctantly, and whispered in Jia Huan's arms: "Siluoto Arbor, the concubine's heart is the same as that of you." "No matter what kind of disaster Jia Mansion is about to become, exile, or raid the house, she will be with Jia Huan.

How can she forget the vows of marriage? Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. I can't say enough words, just eight words: life and death together, never give up.

Jia Huan smiled slightly, and the hand holding Baochai tightened.

Sister Bao...

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In the middle of the night, Jia Huan pondered alone in his study, wandering with his hands down. The clear glow of the moon shone on his cheeks.

Jia Huan's expression was not dull, depressed, discouraged, or depressed. The expression on his face was calm.

The reason why there is such a dangerous situation is because he wants to kill Jia Yu!

Fu Qi, he has already fallen.