Prince Shun's Mansion is located in the west of the capital. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoTorrential rain is pouring down. The majestic and solemn palace of Prince Shun stretches out. On the glazed tiles, the splashing raindrops are like white practice.

"Ah..., Her Royal Highness Princess Yongchang has come down." The steward of the palace greeted Princess Yongchang's carriage at the corner gate.

"Don't make a noise. Go and speak to your lord. In the carriage, the voice of the beautiful woman commanded in a low voice.

The carriage drove smoothly into a beautiful courtyard somewhere in the backyard of Prince Shun's mansion. The middle-aged palace maid who was entourage of Princess Yongchang opened her umbrella, and Princess Yongchang got out of the carriage and stepped on the steps of the courtyard. Heavy rain is raging.

Princess Yongchang walked into the small hall. The small hall is elegantly furnished, with elegant scrolls, tables and chairs of Xiangzhu. Princess Yongchang's pretty face was expressionless, with a dark cloud between her eyebrows, and she was preoccupied.

She waited for about a cup of tea, and Prince Shun walked in with a smile, "Why does the virtuous niece have time to come to me today?" ”

Prince Shun was about fifty years old and slightly chubby. When he laughed, his long narrow eyes narrowed, and there was some inexplicable depth. He already knew the news that the Queen Mother was seriously ill. He talked to Princess Yongchang in February, but Princess Yongchang, who was being favored at that time, was noncommittal. So, what about now?

Prince Shun smiled in his heart.

The attendant quickly served the tea, and then quietly retreated. Princess Yongchang restrained her emotions, drank tea, and said with a smile: "My niece has something to do, so she came to ask Uncle Wang for advice." ”

Prince Shun nodded, stretched out his hand and gestured to Princess Yongchang and said.

Princess Yongchang stared at Prince Shun, leaned forward habitually, and asked, "Uncle Wang, you showed your niece a clear path in February." Niece doesn't know what your intentions are? ”

Prince Shun seemed to expect Duke Yongchang to ask such a question, and laughed, "Niece Xian, although you and I don't move around much on weekdays, you should know something about the situation in my house." I have some old grudges with Jiafu. With the situation in the palace, Concubine Jia is so favored, how can I protect myself? ”

Princess Yongchang thought for a moment, smiled slightly, and said charmingly: "So... Uncle Wang's idea is to share the favor of Concubine Jia? ”

Prince Shun smiled calmly and nodded, "There is no one in the Son of Heaven." Now Yang Guifei and Jia Guifei are in condition, and it is inconvenient to serve the Son of Heaven. And Zhou Guifei's fall from grace is a good opportunity to offer beauties to the Son of Heaven. Niece Xian doesn't want someone in the palace to speak for you in the future? Virtuous niece and I are both beneficial! ”

What Prince Shun said is reasonable. Princess Yongchang moved, giggled, and said deliberately embarrassed: "It's just that in a moment's urgency, where can I find a stunning beauty?" Yang Guifei and Jia Guifei are both national colors and exquisite thoughts. It is not easy for ordinary people to share favors. ”

Prince Shun smiled and nodded to Princess Yongchang, "Niece Xian is testing me?" I only prepared a few candidates, but they were not enough to send them to the palace. Therefore, the virtuous niece can have a few months to find a candidate for herself. ”

As he spoke, he changed his face and said earnestly: "Yongchang, your Uncle Wang and I are just asking for peace and self-preservation." How do you see Jia Huan, the heir of Jia Mansion, acting? If you are proud of your talents, you will be rewarded. A few days ago, Ning Cheng, the son of King Wu, was beaten and locked up. Ning Cheng was still a child.

If he gains power, will I live? Concubine Jia is no longer favored, and I will stabilize in the house. We as courtiers should not get involved in other things. ”

Princess Yongchang smiled and agreed: "This is natural. "I don't think so. Does Prince Shun think she can't see it?

In today's court situation, for the royal family, the first concern is the dispute between the crown princes. The second is the battle for the queens. If Jia Guifei gives birth to a prince, she will be the undisputed candidate for the queen. Can Prince Shun sit firmly before there is a ghost? However, Jia Guifei is being favored, who dares to harm her?

If Prince Shun wants a beauty pageant to enter the palace to do something stupid, she doesn't mind pushing him.

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After a secret discussion for a while, various cooperation matters were finalized, and Princess Yongchang got up to say goodbye, and the clouds on her face disappeared. Prince Shun asked his most proud grandson, Ning Fu, who was knighted as the Duke of Zhenguo, to send Princess Yongchang.

Watching Princess Yongchang's enchanting figure disappear at the door of the courtyard, Prince Shun smiled slightly and took a sip of tea.

Princess Yongchang's little abacus, how could he see it? His niece, who is beautiful, is basically brainless!

With the heroism of the Son of Heaven, how can it be possible to tolerate the absence of a long-term monarch in the country? If King Jin ascends the throne, what about Queen Jia? Even if you give birth to a little prince, you will be killed. All he values is that Princess Yongchang continues to offer beauties.

Now that the Western Regions have been conquered, the Southwest Pyu Kingdom is about to be destroyed. Thousands of miles of land in the southwest. All nations come to court. In such a prosperous era, the meaning of the Son of Heaven has become more and more obvious. And the university scholar He Shuo has a famous appearance, and he is very effective in governing the government. Not surprisingly, the Son of Heaven will definitely delegate power to He Shuo in the near future.

He Shuo's loyalty has been verified in the change of the crown prince.

The Han Emperor is heavy on the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years! When there are four out of forty today, if you indulge in lust. Within five to ten years, something will happen. Yang Jian, Emperor Wen of Sui, had already proved this.

That's what he wants. The foundation of Jiafu is in Jia Guifei. What about Jia Guifei's foundation?

After Yang Guifei gave birth to the prince and Jia Guifei became pregnant, the royal figures finally showed their sharp fangs when they saw the gap around the Son of Heaven, with different purposes. Crisis, lurking in the pouring rain.

"Boom!" Thunderstorm roared. Lightning flashed in the air in the shape of a serpentine light. Princess Yongchang's smiling face loomed in the carriage. Behind her, under the solemn eaves of Prince Shun's mansion, was Ning Fu, who was obsessively looking at her. Farther away, a tall, handsome catcher is bidding farewell to his colleagues and preparing for a tryst.

In the capital, the scholars of the Military Aircraft Department are dealing with political affairs, and in the six ministries outside the Great Zhou Gate, the officials of the six ministries are busy carrying out the orders of the imperial center and distributing them to the world. The Son of Heaven is tired of government, and a new era is slowly opening. In the miserable rain, nobles, scholars, common people, merchants, and craftsmen went about their peaceful lives in the buildings, houses, merchants, and shops.

The malice against Jiafu was brewing in the early summer rain of the fourteenth year of Yongzhi, and then slowly revealed.

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On April 26, the summer was terrible and the sun was blazing. On the streets, the loess is flying. Jia Huan's carriage drove through Xuanwumen Street, turned to Fuchengmen Street, and arrived at the Wu Wangfu in Xianyifang.

When Jia Huan walked through the lush garden in summer and stepped on the bluestone steps in front of the study, a middle-aged man in an off-white exquisite robe walked over with a smile on his face, bent down to salute, and said politely: "In Wu Min next week, I will see Mr. Jia." ”

As soon as Jia Huan heard him report to his home, he understood. This is Zhou Guifei's family. Yuan Chun sent him a message from the palace, saying that King Yan wanted to worship him as a teacher. Since the Son of Heaven agrees, he doesn't mind teaching one more student.

He really hasn't had much to do recently except wait for news from Scholar He and prepare to start a newspaper. As for the fact that King Yan is not so much a prince as an ordinary person. Zhou Guifei is not favored, and there are a lot of brothers in front of him. The throne, don't be delusional.

Jia Huan smiled and raised his hand to support him, and said, "Be polite." ”

Zhou Wumin is about 30 years old, with ordinary appearance and luxurious clothes. It's a bit chubby. Because in the summer, sweat was on his forehead, and he said to a young man waiting outside the door of the study: "Brother Xi'er, come here, I've seen Mr." He explained to Jia Huan with a smile: "Without Mr. Jia's permission, I don't dare to enter the hall without permission." ”

Jia Huan nodded slightly. Looking at the white and slightly timid young man who came over, this is the 13-year-old Yanwang Ningxi this year.

"Ning Xi has seen Mr. Jia." The young man saluted with his hands respectfully. Standards of etiquette.

Jia Huan said: "Go in and talk about it." He took Zhou Wumin and Ning Xi into the study. There are ice cubes in the study of King Wu Shizi. The air-conditioning is faint. Very comfortable.

Ning Cheng, the bear child, was sitting at the desk reading a book. Eyes rolling. One look at it you knows that you are absent-minded. Concerned about what's going on outside. Seeing Jia Huan coming in, he hurriedly got up and saluted Jia Huan, "The student has seen Mr. Good morning sir. ”

Jia Huan nodded and put down the bookbag in his hand. Ning Cheng diligently stepped forward to help Jia Huan pour tea. If there is something, the disciple will obey it! This is the treatment that Mr. Jia deserves!

Jia Huan sat down, asked Ning Xi a few questions about his learning progress, and said to Zhou Wumin, "It's okay." I took this disciple. Half a day off. Classes start at the beginning of the morning and do not start in the afternoon. An hour each. ”

Zhou Wumin said happily: "Mr. Xie Jia." "Now, Jiafu is so powerful! He knew that his nephew's apprenticeship was his sister's retreat for the Zhou family in the palace.

Zhou Wumin first presented the apprenticeship ceremony, a thick gift list. Then, he told Ning Xi: "Brother Xi, Mr. Jia is famous at home, and everyone knows it!" You have to study hard in the school. Listen to Mr. ”

Ning Xi's delicate little face was full of worry, pulled the corner of Zhou Wumin's clothes, and said, "Uncle..."

Ning Cheng teased: "Brother Xi, why are you still so timid? I must have heard bad rumors about Mr. in the palace, right? Hehe, sir won't shut up your little dark room. "The rumors that Jia Huan is now among the young people of the clan are no different from the Great Demon King.

Ning Xi sneered.

Jia Huan smiled, waited for Zhou Wumin to go out and wait outside, and then started the class. In the summer garden, cicadas chirp.

He felt a little sad in his heart. He remembered that his uncle Zhao Guoji came and also accompanied him to study, in the seventh or eighth year of Yongzhi. That wooden, scared, honest middle-aged man. Zhao Guoji died in mid-March.

At that time, not long after the third sister visited the internal affairs of the Spring Master's Mansion, she gave twenty taels of silver for burial as usual. Tanchun and Zhao Guoji have no feelings. Aunt Zhao followed Jia Zheng to Fu-Jian. Otherwise, it will inevitably be a spring visit.

Jia Huan privately gave the Zhao family 100 taels of silver for burial. Let Qian Huai send silver every month to take care of the women and children of the Zhao family.

What is the most equal? Probably supposed to be death! Let you be a hero, let you be peerless, in the end it will be just a handful of loess! He has changed Jiafu too much, and Zhao Guoji's life is not bad, but after all, he still died this year.

Jia Huan sighed softly and looked at Ning Xi's gaze, slightly soft. This young man's situation is similar to that of when he was in Jiafu in a sense.