The leaves of the trees did not move in the scorching sun. On the ground, the heat is steaming.

The mood of Jiafu is like the scorching sun at noon. The housekeepers of the Wind Correction Office and the Council Hall all had smiles on their faces.

Within the two mansions of Ning Rong, this is the case. In the streets and alleys outside the two mansions, the Jia family members were proud when they talked and laughed. With honor.

Master Zheng was knighted as the Duke of Rongguo!

This is the title of the ancestor of Jiafu back then. is higher than Jia Yu, who was robbed of his title and asked for his crimes. The Jia family is regaining the glory of their ancestors.

At the corner gate, at the ear room, there are also well-informed world exchanges to send gifts to congratulate Jia Zheng.

The inner relatives of the two governments have long been alarmed. You took Hu and Peifeng, Kailuan, Yindie'er, and Wan'er to Xifuzhong. The inner family members are all gathered at Jia's mother: Mrs. Wang, Aunt Zhao, Mrs. Xing, Wang Xifeng, Li Kun, Baochai, Yingchun, Tanchun, Xichun, Daiyu, Xiangyun, Baoqin, Baoyu.

After Jia Huan returned to Jia's mansion, Jia Zheng took him to Jia's mother. All the ladies were there. Ring is sonorous. A few wonderful eyes fell on Jia Huan. Jia Huan stayed up all night and all morning, his eyes were red, and his clothes were all bad. Look, very haggard.

Jia Zheng knelt in front of Jia's mother's bed and said silently: "Mother, my son is in Hanyuan Hall today, and the Son of Heaven has graced him and knighted the Duke of Rongguo." The son lives up to the teachings of his father and mother, and the lintel of the gate is bare. I came to inform my mother. I hope that my mother will take care of her body as soon as possible and live a long life! ”

Jia's mother was still sick, lying on the bed. He has silver hair, the corners of his mouth are shriveled, and his complexion is very poor. The mandarin duck acts as a microphone. Jia Mu listened to Jia Zheng's news, a smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Hmm." Zheng'er..., yes, yes. Worship ancestors..."

Jia Zheng nodded and said in a choked voice: "My son remembers." Go in the afternoon. ”

Immediately, Jia Mu's eyes fell on Jia Huan's body again. Jia Huan knelt one step behind Daddy Zheng. At this time, it is impossible not to kneel. Jia's mother is about to die. The mandarin duck passed the word and said, "The old lady said: Brother Huan, it's very good." ”

Jia Huan said: "Mrs. Xie praised. ”

Jia Zheng saw that Jia's mother looked tired, and came out with Jia Huan to say goodbye. Stepping out of the threshold, standing in the corridor, he sighed with emotion. He was bent on trying to bare the lintel. And now, he's finally done it! Knighted Rong Guogong.

Jia Zheng felt nostalgic in his heart, and turned his head to see that Jia Huan was still on the side, looking tired. If it weren't for his son, he would have today's scenery and said, "Brother Huan'er, you go and rest first." In the afternoon, worship ancestors in Dongfu. After saying that, I regretted it a little in my heart. Isn't the tone of his voice too blunt?

"My son went." Jia Huan returned to the North Park. There wasn't much turmoil in my heart. He already knew the routine of the political father: he was a standard scholar, and he paid attention to the fact that the father and son did not sit at the same table, and he hugged his grandson but not his son.

On the afternoon of the 28th, Jiafu worshiped the ancestors. The scene was grand.

In the evening, Jiafu put wine to celebrate the victory! Party all night long.

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The moonlight on a summer night seems to have a little shade. There are lanterns hanging in many places in Jiafu, and they are very bright. The noisy boiling sound also came from the front yard.

Jia Zheng rested early. He will go to court tomorrow. However, Jia Lian, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang and other children of Jiafu are all night owls and good players. The banquet is like water.

Jia Huan walked slightly drunk in the quiet and cool road of the North Park and returned to the back house. He socialized in front of Jiafu, and came back to have another drink with the classmates who came to congratulate. There are: Gongsun Liang, Luo Xiangyang, Pang Ze, Qiao Rusong, Zhang Chengjian, Ji Ming, Xu Yinglang, Ji Cheng, Liu Guoshan, Luo Hong, Zhang Sishui, Shi Fu, Wei Yang, Yao Wei, Du Hong.

The senior brother was still drinking, while Jia Huan was urinating and returned to the inner house, and it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Senior Brother was still a little worried just now. After all, in the Hanyuan Palace, the Son of Heaven did not make a clear statement. But he knew very well in his heart that the Son of Heaven would not reinstate him. Yongzhi Tianzi is a political animal. Of course, revival was not his goal at all. "Senior brother, after a while, I will leave the capital and go to Jiangnan for a walk."

In the main room of the North Park, the lights are bright.

Jia Huan walked in, and there was a room of beauties: each wearing clothes, with different temperaments and appearances. The warbler cries and swallows, and the purple and red are red.

Sister Bao took the concubine room, and the maids were waiting for him.

Baochai greeted him, "Husband..., are you back?" ”

She remembers that day, she was worried. Jia Huan laughed with her and said that it was the eve of dawn. However, then Jia Huan's Zhu Hongfei was arrested in the same year. The Son of Heaven intends to kill Jia Huan! Such a dangerous situation has finally been lifted!

Su Shishi, Lin Qianwei, Lin Zhiyun, Xiangling and Qingwen, Ruyi and other maids saluted one after another, and shouted crisply: "Master..."

Jia Huan held his wife's hand and talked to the women one by one. With a slight smell of wine, he smiled and said, "Sister, didn't you say that you won't be allowed to wait?" At noon, he had already met with his wives and concubines to inform them of the current situation.

Baochai's muscles and bones are smooth, her posture is plump, and she smiled briskly and said, "The outside is the outside." The house is the house. Our sisters always want to celebrate our husbands! ”

Jia Huan smiled and walked to the restaurant with the girls. The maids and servants of the house were busy serving wine and food. Jiangnan wine and food.

The moon is like water, and the beauty is like jade. It also adds the affection of the beauties to ferment in the wine, and the fragrance is wafting.

Jia Huan talked to the concubines one by one, and then ate wine with Baochai under the screen window, hugged her lightly, and looked at everyone with a smile. There are warm emotions floating in my heart. He didn't think about it when he was fighting politically. But at this moment, the whole person is relaxing, and he will feel that such a scene is so rare!

Sister Bao ate a few glasses of wine, her white and greasy face turned crimson, she raised her head, and said softly, "Husband, what are you thinking?" ”

Jia Huan lowered his head, gently stroked the forehead bangs of Sister Bao, who was as beautiful as a goddess, and whispered: "Do your best in the Xijiang River, carefully pour the Beidou, and Vientiane is a guest." The window is silent, I don't know what day it is! ”

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During the carnival and celebration in Jiafu, Yin Yan and Yin Langzhong were drinking alone at home!

It's a bit of a drink to drown your sorrows.

The battle for succession has now ended. He never thought that the king of Chu would be defeated like this: he did his own sin, and he couldn't live! His thinking has always been on whether to support King Jin so that the situation can be balanced.

However...

He was defeated twice at the hands of Jia Huan. He was once the brainchild of the former crown prince. But Ning Rong did not come to him, but decided alone. If it weren't for Ning Rong's reckless attack on Xiyuan. How did we get to where we are now? This bitterness is only tasted by himself. It's bitter, it's bitter.

King Jin was far ahead of Prince Yang. But, he didn't want to give up.

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As the news of the demotion of the king of Chu to Lingnan spread in Beijing, Jingyuan, which was once prosperous, was abandoned. In the height of summer, the vegetation is chaotic.

In the afternoon, Hanlin Likuan and Peng Wei walked in the Jing Garden. The hearts of both were filled with emotions such as remorse, amazement, and self-blame.

Luo, Tong Erxiucai has already returned to Suzhou south with Han Jin's coffin. The scene is extremely bleak. Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, ancient roads and west wind thin horses.

Li Kuan, dressed in a green robe, 40 years old, walked along the North Lake with his friends, sighed, and said: "Jizhi, if we cooperate with Han Ziheng that day, we will quickly push His Royal Highness the King of Chu into the East Palace." Rather than fighting for power. Why is there today? In this way, we can't even compare to Yuan Hao, Hu Xuan, and Li Si, who are despised by Shilin. At the very least, they are fully cooperating with the Huahua scholars. ”

Peng Wei was 28 years old at the time, and Han Jin and Li Kuan were both from Suzhou, so he sighed and said, "Alas...! Brother Yuanbo, this may not be the case. Together, I'm afraid we are not Jia Huan's opponents! This man is amazing. ”

Li Kuan was silent.

The sky is going to die, my Donglinhu?