In the middle of the night, Jia Huan's home on He'an Street was decorated with a mourning hall and white flags. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe air is filled with the smell of candle flames and incense ashes. The atmosphere was oppressive.

The stewards and servants who came to help in Jiafu did not have a deep affection for Aunt Pei. But Uncle Yuan, Mo'er and others have been with Aunt Pei for many years. The crying in the backyard was faint.

Ji Ming helped Jia Huan in the front yard to receive the stewards and entourage of the Jinling families who came to appease him.

Jia Huan is not an unknown person in Jinling City, coupled with his identity as the younger brother of the imperial concubine, someone died in his family, Mr. Zhongsan and other celebrities who received the news, Jia Shi Wang Xue's clansmen in Jinling, Li Shouzhong, and the wealthy merchants in Jinling City all sent people to mourn.

Of course, because Aunt Pei is not Jia Huan's person, but his cousin's aunt, and her specifications are limited.

Jia Huan met with Wei Hong's entourage who had been waiting for a long time in the side hall. The chief brought the latest news: the Chen family admitted that it was a Yangzhou salt merchant who instructed the killing.

"Thank you for this trip. Please also tell Wei Shangshu on your behalf, thank you Jia Huan! There will be great rewards in the future. ”

"Master Jia is polite. I'll definitely bring the words to. ”

After sending Wei Hong's entourage away, Jia Huan returned to the inner courtyard in silence and went to visit Daiyu in the east wing first. The so-called Yangzhou salt merchant is Zheng Yuanjian.

The night was dark, and Daiyu had not rested, sitting on a wooden chair covered with a mattress, choking and crying, and she was overwhelmed with grief. In the house, the purple cuckoo, the attacker, the Mo'er, and the snow goose are all there. There was a sad look on their faces. Seeing Jia Huan coming in, several maids got up one after another, "Third master." ”

Jia Huan nodded and walked in front of Daiyu.

Daiyu's crying pear blossoms brought rain, delicate and weak, tilted her head, and said, "Third brother..."

Jia Huan gently held her shoulder and said in a low voice, "Sister, don't be afraid. I'm here. Not "Don't cry," but "Don't be afraid."

Lin Daiyu cried out with an "ah", lying in Jia Huan's arms and crying bitterly, "Woo... I'm not afraid. ”

Jia hugged Daiyu and patted her back gently. He understood Daiyu's feelings. It seems that if there are lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in heaven and earth, both parents are dead, and there is no one to relatives, but fortunately, Aunt Pei appeared to fill the vacancy of family affection. However, now Aunt Pei has also left her.

Daiyu cried in Jia Huan's arms, the emotions in her heart were released, and she finally couldn't resist the tiredness and fell asleep.

Jia Huan carried her back to the bed and told Zijuan a few maids, "You work hard, take good care of Sister Lin." The voice was low.

Zijuan wiped her tears and agreed, and said, "Third master, you have to take care of your body yourself." ”

Jia Huan nodded and returned to his house. Qingwen and Ruyi still didn't sleep. It's a bit cold in the middle of the night. The thin, brief conversation between the man and the maid was intermittent in the thick night. In this suffocating darkness, bring a faint warmth.

It didn't take long for the room to fall silent. The study is brightly lit. In the silent darkness of the night, Jia Huan was at his desk, either thinking or writing hard.

If he didn't agree to cooperate with Wei Hong and expose the inside story of grain prices, would Zheng Yuanjian dare to assassinate the people around him at this time to vent his anger?

If he hadn't had a grudge with the Zheng family in Yangzhou, would there have been today's assassination?

If the lead bullet hits Daiyu, will he be in pain and guilty for the rest of his life?

Too many ifs, assumptions!! These thoughts floated up as nothing but a wail of weakness. To do things, to be principled, this is to offend people. People live not to hide in the corners and "get away", but to move forward. To fight. Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Along the way, there were wind and rain, rainbows, ridicule, abuse, attacks, and killings, all of which had to survive. The natural duty and obligation on the shoulders of men is to protect their families and shelter them from the wind and rain.

The Zheng family sent someone to kill Aunt Pei, and she was covered in blood. Intimidate him and let him penetrate into the marrow. Is he afraid that the Zheng family will come again? He's not afraid of death?

But can you solve the problem by avoiding and being afraid? If we don't resist, the enemy kills us with a knife and points to our bones and says, "Look, this is a slave!"

What does the severed head mean today?

The blood debt must be repaid with blood.

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When the morning light showed a touch of fish belly white in the sky, Zhang Anbo got up and wrote a note to the imperial court: his student was assassinated, and he wanted to impeach Jia Yucun, the prefect of Jinling, for his incompetence in solving the case, impeach the Nanjing Garrison for lax military preparation, and impeach Chen Gaolang, the secretary of the Nanjing Ministry of Officials, for personal vendettas.

Regardless of whether the murderer is caught or not, it is impossible for this matter to be covered up so quietly. Someone has to pay the price!

Jinling is too far away from the capital. If he writes a private letter to He Xintai in the Military Aircraft Department, asking him to suppress it and put pressure on Nanjing, I am afraid it will be two or three months later. Or is it faster to go to the rush shop.

He was willing to "make trouble" with the imperial court for his student Jia Huan and ask for an explanation. I believe that He Xintai will cooperate with his actions.

Zhang Anbo put away the chapter, and then the eldest son Zhang Chengjian came in from outside, "Father, Ji Dexin sent someone to deliver the message, Ziyu had a conversation with Zheng Guogong Deng Hong last night. ”

Zhang Anbo frowned slightly, "What about Ziyuren?" ”

Zhang Chengjian said: "I went to Guozijian." I'm afraid it's about preparing for the publication of the newspaper. His article should have been written. ”

If a scholar is wronged, he can find a group of classmates and go to the yamen to make trouble in the same year and ask for an explanation. And Jia Huan was assassinated, and his "trouble" was widely advertised in the newspaper, thus putting pressure on Youji.

With the pressure of public opinion created by the Jinling briefing, at least Jia Yu Village, the prefect of Jinling, who is still passively slacking off, can mobilize and attach importance to the matter of arresting the murderer.

Zhang Anbo pondered for a while, and wrote a letter to his friend Sha Sheng, the governor of Huaiyang, explaining the current situation in Jinling City, and asking him to send the governor to supervise the standard battalion to protect Jia Huan's safety. Jia Huan and the Nanjing Garrison collapsed, and there were some things that had to be guarded against. Even if Jia Huan is the younger brother of the imperial concubine, he is afraid that someone will force Jia Huan's dog to jump off the wall.

He never doubted the ability of his disciple: if Ziyu wants revenge, he will definitely be able to do it.

After Zhang Anbo wrote the letter, he said to his eldest son: "You send someone to Yangzhou and send it to Sha Shuzhi." ”

"Hmm." Zhang Chengjian arranged it. After breakfast, I went to Guozijian with my father and Master Tian. Sure enough, in the editorial room of the Jinling Bulletin, Jia Huan was arranging for people to prepare for the printing of the newspaper in advance.

The manuscript of the "Kim Joong-moon" review on the front page headline is ready. Jia Huan wrote it last night.

Seeing Jia Huan's red eyes, his face was tired, and his face was calm and terrifying. This kind of calm is actually more of a metaphor for the fury in his heart. Zhang Chengjian said: "Ziyu, I just need to keep an eye on the newspaper here." You hurry up and go to Yilun Hall to rest. ”

Jia Huan said: "It's okay." I wanted to meet Xiao You'an, and Brother Lao Bo Miao sent someone to the Huizhou Hall in the city to invite him. ”

Zhang Chengjian said: "Don't worry, I will do it well." ”

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The Jinling Newsletter is issued on the fifteenth and end of each month. If the newspaper scheduled for August 15 is to be published two or three days in advance, it will cause the work to be disorganized.

However, the team of Jinling Briefing was brought out by Jia Huan, and although there were some complaints, all the work was carried out overtime as scheduled. It was to be printed in the early morning of August 13 and distributed throughout the city.

In the public room of the Guozi Jian Yilun Hall, Wen Sacrificial Wine got a sample of the newspaper, and there was an article written by Jia Huan on it, saying to the prisoner who came to report the news: "Xiansheng has worked hard. ”

The prisoner sneered: "It's not hard. What Lord Wen promised to do next..."

Wen Saijiu said: "This official will not break his word. ”

Sending the prisoner away, Wen Xijiu read Jia Huan's article for a while, laughed a few times, and called a long entourage to come in, "You send this newspaper sample to Chen's mansion." ”

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On the afternoon of 12 August, Chen Zizhen went to the Jinling Mansion to visit Jiayu Village, the prefect.

After sitting down in the small hall at the back of the Yayi Gate, Chen Zizhen handed the newspaper sample to Jia Yucun to read, and said, "The last time I came with a letter from my father, I hoped that Jia Taishou would seal the Jinling briefing. Jia Taishou had some scruples. However, some people are addicted to manipulating public opinion. ”

In the article, Jia Huan lashed out at the inaction of the Jinling Mansion. He didn't even pay attention to the assassination of Shizi in broad daylight, which made Shilin feel cold.

Such an article will cause a lot of pressure on Jia Yucun to solve the case.

Jia Yucun smiled, took the newspaper, and said, "It's not the official who shirks it." This official has an old friendship with Jiafu. As long as Jia Ziyu doesn't make too much trouble, I won't care about him. ”

Chen Zizhen smiled and took a sip of tea, signaling Jia Yucun to read the newspaper first.

Jia Yucun looked at it for a while, his eyes gradually became sharp, and his face sank. Outrageous!

Chen Zizhen smiled slightly.

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There are two printing locations for the Jinling Bulletin. One is the Zhiren Bookstore opened by Zhang Yuanwai, a clansman of Zhang Jingwei, the imperial history of Nanjing. One is in the hall of the classics of the country.

On the afternoon of 12 August, Jiayu Village, the prefect of Jinling, gathered nearly 100 officials and sent the soldiers to report on the seizure of Jinling by two routes.

Jia Yucun himself personally led people to Guozijian.

The news quickly spread along the crowd outside the government office. Jia Yucun sat in a sedan chair, pondering the pros and cons.

With his temperament, he is unwilling to be coerced by public opinion. Moreover, what Jia Huan wrote in the newspaper article caused him a lot of face. How could he be indifferent? Where the king ruled, he also had a saying.

In fact, in the past two days, the circumstances of the assassination have gradually become clear amid various rumors.

Yangzhou salt merchant Zheng Yuanjian has a feud with Jia Huan. Hire elite firecrackers from the Nanjing garrison battalion to assassinate Jia Huan's cousin in retaliation. It's just that the firecracker finally killed another woman surnamed Pei.

Of course, knowing the facts of the case is one thing, and he did not push the idea of solving a homicide case. Because, in the end, this assassination case is about the contest of grain prices in Jinling. The situation is not clear, and he has no intention of taking sides now.

Guozi Prison got the news, but no one came forward to stop Jia Yucun from entering Guozi Prison with the officials. When Song Siye reported to Zhang Anbo, who was lecturing, Jia Yucun had already brought people to the classic hall behind Yilun Hall.

The craftsmen who were printing with movable wooden type were detained by the officials. Printed newspapers were seized. Planks and ink were knocked over everywhere. The scene was a mess.

Jia Huan and Zhang Chengjian, who were staring at printing in the editing room, rushed out together.

"Stop!" Zhang Chengjian burst into a shout, stopped several officials who were chasing and beating the craftsmen, trembled with anger, and said angrily: "Mrs. Jia guards the great prestige. This is the Guozijian, not the Jinling Mansion. ”

Jia Yucun was dressed in a scarlet official robe of the third grade, and said with a cold face: "This official received a report from the scholar, and the Jinling briefing intended to bewitch the public, so he came to seal it. This official has already informed the country of the wine of the war. Friend Zhang, let's get out of the way! These newspapers and craftsmen are to be temporarily taken into custody by the officials. ”

Zhang Chengjian was furious and scolded: "Your uncle! You are a dog officer who aids in the abuse. ”

His friend Jia Huan had already reported to the official, but Jia Yucun ignored it and was unhurried. This is a homicide! Two days have passed, and the murderer is still at large. Jia Huan became more and more calm and silent. He saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

Now I will point to using newspapers to promote this matter, so as to vent some emotions in my heart and pay tribute to the dead. Jia Yu Village even had to block this road. How can he not be angry?

Moreover, the Jinling briefing is his painstaking effort, and he is the editor-in-chief after Jia Huan loses his hand. Now that the printing house has been smashed into a mess, how can he not be angry?

Jia Yucun didn't bother to pay attention to Zhang Chengjian at all, waved his hand, and dozens of wolf-like officials under his command worked together to take away all the newspapers and craftsmen, and all the printing tools.

These officials may not be able to fight, but they will still behave well and be very effective in bullying craftsmen in front of the mansion. (To be continued.) )