His Royal Highness the King of Jin?

Towards noon, the sun was streaming in through the window. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info breeze with the breath of the golden autumn season, falling in the exquisite outer study.

Everyone sat in row on the dark red lacquered chairs of ebony, and the figures fell to the ground. Some people are watching Jia Huan, some are laughing, and some are listening.

Jia Huan tilted his head slightly, looked at Wang Chenghe, his eyes were sharp, and he had a very bad premonition in his heart, and asked, "Have you met King Jin?" ”

Wang Chengsi nodded proudly and looked at Jia Huan, "Not bad." His Royal Highness the King of Jin supported my father's promotion to a university scholar. ”

There was a slight commotion in the study. They didn't get together to gossip or to criticize Jia Huan for driving Wang Ren away. It's just a matter of getting started. Rather, it is to discuss and exchange views and information on government affairs.

The power of the four major families will make corresponding moves along with these "consensuses". This kind of gathering is a decision-making meeting in a sense.

Seeing the effect of the thrown news, Wang Chengsi smiled, picked up the tea bowl on the table at hand, and tasted it comfortably.

None of the people present were stupid. Wang Chenghe's words, in other words, are that the Wang family supports King Jin as the crown prince!

The battle for succession has long been an open matter.

Jia Huan's expression sank. Looking at Wang Chenghe, who was a meter away, he wanted to shoot this fool to death.

The danger of the battle for succession, do you need to talk about it? He plans to seek to be released and avoid risks, and he does not intend to let Jiafu stand in line. However, the Wang family was behind his back and had already negotiated with King Jin. Pick a side. Bastard.

Four families, all as one. If something happens to the Wang family in the process of seizing the heir, will the Jia family be able to escape? This is a really big pig mate!

Jia Huan didn't hide his dissatisfaction, calmly faced, and asked, "Wang Chenghei, for such a big matter, why don't you talk to me first?" ”

This kind of political strategy, with the status of Jiafu among the four major families, he didn't even get any news in advance. The Wang family has gone too far. If you want to be able to eat loose meals, Jia Huan will treat you now.

Shi Zhi, who was at the end of the right seat, said lightly: "Didn't I tell you now?" Haha..."

Jia Huan pouted, glanced at Shi Zhi, and shouted: "What is your official position?" How many grades are there? Is there a place for you to speak? Get out of the way! ”

"You..." Shi Zhi was speechless, and pointed at Jia Huan angrily. Jia Huan turned his face and scolded Shi Zhi's sore feet. All of you here, except for Wang Chenghei, are all officials. Shi Zhi is simply not qualified to appear here. He donated a dragon forbidden lieutenant to him. What kind of official is this? Just because he is the son-in-law of Wang Ziteng and the second son of Baoling Hou Shi Nai.

Jia Huan forced Wang Chenghei again and asked, "What do you say?" Support King Jin, why don't you ventilate with me first? What kind of reasoning is this? ”

Before Wang Chengsi could answer, Jinghou Shi Ding interjected first, interrupted Jia Huan's momentum, defended his nephew, and said, "Eh..., Ziyu, Zhi'er is sitting here on behalf of his father." You can't say you're not eligible, right? ”

Jia Huan gave a cold glance. As soon as he heard it, he knew the position of the historian in standing in line.

Wang Chengsi stretched out his hand to stop the others, looked at Jia Huan, and said with a sneer: "His Royal Highness the King of Jin, I have shown you goodwill again and again, haven't you all refused?" My father wrote from Yulin to agree. The matter was settled. ”

Wang Chengsi looked around, and then said: "Today's meeting with you is not to discuss whether to support King Jin as the crown prince, but to discuss how to wave the flag and shout for my father's promotion to a university scholar inside and outside the court. ”

Everyone looked at Jia Huan. As we all know, the public opinion of the imperial court is in the hands of Jia Huan. The focus converges, and the pressure is on Jia Huan.

Jia Huan sneered and sneered: "Wang Chenghei, you can't help but think too beautiful. Leave! As he spoke, he stood up, grimaced, and walked out of the outer study.

Knock it and then you want me to do it?

Jia Huan flipped the table. He simply does not accept the so-called pressure. The pig teammates tried to force him to join him, but there was no door.

A room full of people looked at each other. This result, they did not expect in advance.

In the middle of the sound, Wang Chengsi said angrily: "Regardless of him, let's continue." The sound of deliberation in the study gradually sounded.

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Jia Huan left Wang Ziteng's outer study extremely unhappily, and sent someone to the inner house of the Wang family to say: The newspaper has an urgent matter. Leave the palace in a carriage.

Hu Xiaosi and Qian Huai muttered as they drove the carriage. The two of them, as Jia Huan's long-term followers, were a little angry at the Wang family today.

Jia Huan sat in the carriage and glanced at the palace, his face sinking like water.

Wang Ziteng's mansion was broken by Zhao Yu, the Marquis of Ruyang, last year, and was tragically poisoned. Wang Ziteng's concubine and Wang Chenghe's wife were all poisoned. If the female dependents are insulted, the dead are innumerable. However, then the Son of Heaven rewarded Wang Ziteng, and the Wang family soon recovered.

The mentality of the Wang family is too inflated! Jane is in the heart of the emperor, in charge of more than 100,000 elite soldiers on the nine sides, and the Wang family is carried away!

After Jia Huan took charge of Jiafu, why did he often disagree with Wang Ziteng? In addition to the difference in views, it is also because Jia Huan feels that Wang Ziteng is unreliable at a critical time. He had no intention of sacrificing the interests of the Jia family to fulfill Wang Ziteng.

Moreover, Jia Huan believes that Wang Ziteng's level of political game is not good. This is from the original book of the Red Mansion, Wang Ziteng was recalled to the capital, and he died of a dose of medicine outside the capital, which can be glimpsed one or two. And at this time!

Eager for quick success, lust for profit!

The matter of seizing the heir is extremely risky, and even the fourteen-year-old Yongqing County Lord of Wu Wangfu knows to stay away from this whirlpool. He successively refused the solicitation of the king of Chu, and did not move closer to the king of Jin. But he didn't want the prince to plunge into it.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to become a bachelor. Officialdom is originally a hundred battles, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. However, is it necessary to go through the doorway of King Jin? Can King Jin get Scholar He to agree? Or can you convince the Son of Heaven to agree?

Jia Huan pursed his lips vigorously. He finally took Jiafu to cross the turbulent undercurrent of the Zhen family and the abolished prince, he thought that it would be a smooth road from now on, but he didn't want to, but at this time, he gave the prince Teng and took him to the ditch!

Your sister's!

There were some things, some roads, and he had to go. I cry and laugh, raise my eyebrows and unsheath!

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Jia Huan, as the number one person in Jiafu, left suddenly before the birthday banquet began, causing a lot of waves in the palace.

In the back house, the ladies have already begun to prepare to take their seats. The families in the old Wuxun group all sent their female dependents over. Such as Princess Beijing, Princess Nan'an County, Mrs. Niufu, etc. The room was full of shining women.

At the head of the main hall, Mrs. He said dissatisfiedly: "What's going on?" What can a newspaper do in a hurry? Go and call him back. ”

A lot of girls came to see it.

The personal maid Wei'er was busy saying a few words in Mrs. He's ear, and Mrs. He's face showed a different color, and then she didn't mention it anymore.

Waves are just waves. The Wang family, who dominated the four major families, thought that they wanted to bet on the King of Jin, and everyone agreed, and Jia Huan was marginalized.

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In the afternoon, it rained a cool autumn rain. In the capital, the eyes of the officials have converged on the deliberations of the Wuying Hall tomorrow.

The candidates for the scholars of Wuyingdian University, who have been vacant for more than a month, are about to be decided. The candidates are none other than Song Pu, the secretary of the ministry, Yin Peng, the imperial history of the left capital, Yu Zicheng, the general political envoy of the General Political Department, and Zeng Jin, the left attendant of the Hanlin Academy.

In the West Garden, the King of Jin left in front of the Son of Yongzhi, and Gonggong Liu sent the King of Jin out of the West Garden. The two walked through the pavilion and garden. A light rain drifted away.

King Jin smiled and said, "Liu Gong is high." He was referring to the matter of wooing the Wang family and then linking it with the old Wuxun group.

Liu Guozhong smiled, looking a little gloomy, and said in a sharp voice: "Our family has already analyzed it for the prince." Jia Huan's son is intelligent and can be taken seriously. But not the key to the succession. There are many things that he can't decide. ”

For example, whether the four major families support King Jin. The deciding character is Wang Ziteng.

King Jin raised his head and smiled, full of pride in his heart.

Heroes and intelligent people are used by me. Pity his younger brother is still guarding the Suzhou poor show to play with the newspaper.

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In the Pravda office in Zhengdongfang outside Zhengyang Gate, people come and go. In addition to taking into account current affairs, Pravda also has other pages. A variety of messaging channels are required. In the era when there were no telephones and mobile phones, newspapers were busy, lively, and predictable.

In the afternoon, a servant took the name of Gao Changlong, the head of Shaanxi Province, and asked to see Xiao Mengzhen, the deputy editor-in-chief.

Later, he entered Xiao Mengzhen's public house. The servant, who was about forty years old, respectfully presented a volume of manuscripts and said, "This is our master's article, and I implore Xiao Shu to publish it in Pravda tomorrow." ”

Xiao Mengzhen took the manuscript and agreed: "Gao Shiyu is a court official, and if an article is sent, it should be published." This is the rule of our newspaper. ”

What is the status of the Imperial History? For example, tomorrow's Wuying Palace Court Council, the thirteen masters of the Imperial History of the Metropolitan Procuratorate all have the right to vote. The status can be roughly compared to that of the Central Committee members. Since the Ming Dynasty, the official has been humble and powerful. Therefore, when the official is released after his term of office, he is generally promoted to the seventh level. Later, the officials have one more sentence to add: the potential is ten thousand points.

Sending away the servants of Gao Yushi, Xiao Mengzhen looked at the manuscript, but it was an article listing the achievements of Yin Peng, the imperial history of the left capital. Xiao Mengzhen handed the manuscript to Qiao Rusong, who was in his public room, and said with a smile: "Look at it." ”

Qiao Rusong glanced at it and smiled: "How many articles is this?" "Yin Dazhongcheng is building momentum in Pravda!

A smile appeared on Xiao Mengzhen's fat face, "Yin Dazhong has been the imperial history for all these years, there are always a few minions (junior brothers), right?" ”

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In the evening, Zeng Jin, the left attendant of the Hanlin Academy's Rites Department, visited the home of Xu Cheng, one of the three major cadres of He University, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and the left attendant of the Ministry of Officials.

The two of them are both bachelors of the Hanlin Academy, and Xu Cheng welcomed Zeng Jin to the study and talked about tea.

Zeng Jin is forty-eight years old, with an ordinary appearance, a short round face, medium height, wearing a cyan scribe's shirt at the moment, sitting in a nanmu chair, and said with a smile: "Cheng Yuan is just teaching his son, my generation is envious!" ”

Xu Cheng was just dialing his son Xu Yinglang's knowledge. He is the fourth place in the Fu-Township Construction Examination. Spring and Autumn Jingkui. The level of scripture and righteousness is quite powerful. Jia Huan, Gongsun Liang, Luo Junzi are the most powerful disciples of the academy, and the ranking of Beizhili Township is just average, and it can't be compared with Xu Cheng.

Xu Cheng smiled and didn't speak.

Compared with Wei Yang's father Wei Kang, he is very good at chatting and communicating. Xu's father's officialdom label is silence. Of course, he was still funny in private.

Zeng Jin smiled slightly and chatted with Xu Cheng about interesting stories in the science field. After chatting for half an hour, he took his leave and said, "Although I am one subject earlier than Cheng Yuan. But in the Hanlin bachelor's degree, the qualifications are actually very shallow. In front of the seniors, they are all juniors. Ha ha. ”

Xu Cheng sent Zeng Jin away, and his son Xu Yinglang raised his head and asked with a smile: "Father, is Master Zeng here to find you?" How long has it been? It's going to be a discussion tomorrow. ”

Xu Cheng nodded and said, "Zeng Dashen wants to retreat as advance." ”

What Scholar Ho needed was an assistant, not someone who would enter the military aircraft and contradict him. So, isn't it a good choice for the junior from the Hanlin Academy?

In the court, whether Xu Cheng is a left attendant of the Ministry of Ministers or a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, he is qualified to speak.

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Just when all parties involved were actively running to get the best situation before the deliberations of the Wuying Palace the day after tomorrow, in this chess game, in an inconspicuous corner, a young man named Jia Huan, drew his sword and wanted to resist the fate imposed by his pig teammates.

Who wants to be caught up in the whirlpool of the battle for the heir without warning? Pig teammates, the road is different!

The night breeze blew through Sanssouci Hall, and the starlight shook on the railing. Pang Ze was dressed in a Lan shirt, holding a wine glass, and asked, "Ziyu, have you decided?" ”

Jia Huan nodded slightly.

Second Uncle Wang, this scholar, don't think about it.