The confrontation between Guozijian was fierce and short. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Wen Sacrifice Wine Wen You, Zhang Anbo, Song Siye and other officials came over one after another.

Warm sacrificial wine is an internal response, and the speech is neither salty nor light. But he is also the director of the Guozijian. Zhang Anbo intended to stop it, but he couldn't suppress Jia Yu Village, the prefect of Jinling. On the contrary, he was scolded by Jia Yucun who was neither yin nor yang, "Master Zhang is famous in the world, but the son he taught is like a disciple of the market." ”

In the end, it ended with a complete victory for Jia Yu Village, and all the craftsmen, newspapers, and movable wooden type were taken away.

Jia Huan didn't say a word the whole time, and watched in silence.

Jia Yucun glanced at Jia Huan before leaving. Bite off more than one can chew. Two Shangshu-level bigwigs are competing, in fact, you can mix with a small lifter?

Those who want to sell grain at a high price are not only the Chen family, but also the Nanjing Ministry of Officials Lang Baping, the Nanjing Ministry of Industry Lang Pi Jingye and others. It's a huge force.

Moreover, the grain depot of the household department in Nanjing was empty, and although he did not participate as the prefect, he also had a regular practice. This is officialdom practice.

After Jia Yucun left with the officials, he left a mess. With a smile on his face, Wen Xijiu turned around and left with his entourage and a few petty officials.

Zhang Anbo sighed, as a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, it was difficult for him to suppress the Jinling Prefect. "Lord Song, please call some people to clean up this place."

Song Siye nodded.

More than a dozen editors stood dejectedly in the courtyard where the books were printed.

Zhang Chengjian felt uncomfortable, but looked at Jia Huan, cheered up and comforted, and said, "Ziyu, don't take it to heart." Waiting for the edict of the imperial court to come, there are these good-looking rats. Newspapers, let's get back to it. ”

He didn't dare to mention the matter of chasing the murderer for Aunt Pei's death, for fear of irritating Jia Huan.

Master Tian looked at Jia Huan with some pity. He could understand the pain of putting all his hopes in the newspaper and extinguishing hope for Jia Yucun. It's cruel.

That feeling of despair can really ruin a person. I hope Ziyu can survive!

Jia Huan pursed his lips and said, "Brother Bo Miao, it will be Aunt Pei's first seven in a few days." ”

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Since the assassination of Jia Huan on August 10, the highest power circles in Jinling have maintained a high degree of sensitivity.

News continued to spread from the city to the houses. Including the Zhen family, who does not deal with Jia Huan, is also concerned about this matter. This is a matter of political sensitivity.

The scene that happened in Guozijian and Zhiren Bookstore on the afternoon of the 12th was soon spread all over the streets and alleys after the Mid-Autumn Festival under the impetus of well-intentioned people.

"I heard that the young prodigy was already depressed and spoke incoherently. In this case, he is still thinking about his aunt's first seven. Ha ha. ”

"Say less. Blame the pitiful. ”

Tens of thousands of battalions of the Nanjing Military Reserve were stationed on Stone Mountain in the southwest of the city. Not far from the camp is Qingliangmen, Qingliang Bridge, and Mochou Lake. In the surrounding streets and alleys, such discussions can be heard everywhere.

At night, in a mid-range private dormitory, two military men were happily hugging their sisters. It was the fourth day that the two of them had come here after receiving the money.

After half a ring, the two went outside to the living room to have a drink.

"Damn, the on the Qinhuai River likes to pretend, and he doesn't entertain labor and management if he has money."

"Zhang Dogan, what else do you want? These 1,000 taels of silver are not enough for you to be free. Hey, I asked Zhang Qianhu about it, and my grandfather didn't mean to track it down at all. We didn't have a problem covering up that day. ”

"Qi Wu, there is a problem with hair. Come, drink. Drink. How could it be wrong with our brothers' eating skills? ”

"That's too. I heard that the kid was about to drive the adults in the city crazy. All newspapers were seized by the Jia Governor's Office. Stay at home all day. There is also the supervision battalion of the governor of Huaiyang. ”

"Hey, hey. What kind of blood has the little kid seen? Just hold it in one go. This breath was vented. Now I'm afraid I'm scared to pee, so I'm hiding at home and crying. Ha ha! Is there any trouble for us? ”

At this moment, the door to the living room was suddenly pushed open.

"Yo, Mother Zhang, bring us wine..., who are you?" Zhang Goudan didn't finish speaking, but saw two sturdy middle-aged men coming in. He also wears a shirt on autumn nights. Rough hands.

Zhang Goudan didn't get a reply, and his brother responded with two black fire guns.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two puffs of scorching smoke rose from behind the fire. When the smoke rose and the sound erupted, the gunpowder erupted violently, and the propelled lead bullet sharply entered the body of Zhang Goudan and Qi Wu, who were sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals.

"Sneer---!" Blood spurted out. One was shot in the head on the spot. White and red, spray like paint on the walls and floors. A wound the size of a bowl was hit in the chest, and blood flowed out like no money.

Qi Wu was not dead yet, and his mouth made a "ho-ho" sound.

"Damn, bad luck! They said they would give their ears silver. This head is broken, where did the ears come from? ”

"Isn't there another one?" Two middle-aged men talked. One of them took out a dagger from his waist, raised the knife in his hand, and a cold light swept over Qi Wu's head, cutting off an ear alive. "Let's go."

Qi Wu, who had been struggling, was stabbed, convulsed twice, and lay on the ground without moving.

On that day, he was the one who shot Aunt Pei!

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When the bigwigs at the top of the power circle paid attention to the dynamics of Jia Huan's side, in fact, the lives of others were not affected much, and they just used it as a talking point. Silk bamboo flutters in the night of Jinling. Jinling's nightlife has always been colorful.

In a courtyard in the Jin Chamber of Commerce in Jinling City, Zheng Yuanjian, a salt merchant in Yangzhou, was having a drink with his friend Lu Yuanwai.

Two people, ten dishes, two jugs of wine.

Lu Yuanwai is in his forties, white and chubby, wearing a blue shirt. Shaking his head helplessly, "Brother Zheng, why are you suffering?" It's rumored outside that you found someone to shoot Jia Huan's aunt. Alas..."He was also a Jin merchant, running a silk tea business in Jinling, and at the same time participating in Zheng Yuanjian's illicit salt sales. He has an excellent personal relationship with Zheng Yuanjian.

Zheng Yuanjian was in his fifties, with a round face, looking shrewd, and said in a dull voice: "Brother Lu, the pain of losing a child, the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, can you understand it?" ”

Lu Yuanwai sighed and said, "Then how did you talk to the Chen family?" It was rumored that Chen Shangshu personally told Wei Shangshu that it was you who sent someone to assassinate Jia Huan. "This is completely betrayed by the Chen family!

"Alas..."Zheng Yuanjian took a sip of wine depressedly. He didn't expect this to be the result.

His idea is very simple: he wants to teach Jia Huan an unforgettable lesson and take revenge for the loss of his son. But he didn't want to put the Zheng family in it. So, he chose to shoot Jia Huan's cousin. In addition, it is impossible for the Chen family to agree, he killed the scholar.

The information given by the Chen family at that time was: The Chen family knew. Acquiesce in this matter. He just let it go.

However, after the incident, the Chen family did not accept his vote, but turned his face, threw him out, and pushed him clean. You must know that his private salt business has to give 100,000 taels of silver to the Chen family a year. The Chen family didn't want it.

How could he have expected such an outcome?

Lu Yuanwai groaned: "Brother Zheng, you still have to return to Yangzhou as soon as possible." Jinling is now a place of right and wrong. This year's illicit salt is not lucky. "Anyway, Huainan was affected by the disaster, and the salt works were seriously damaged. The losses are not significant.

Zheng Yuanjian nodded, exhaled, and said, "I'll leave tomorrow morning." I'm not unprepared. The Chen family wants to kick me away, so is it that easy? Now there is news in Jinling City: someone has offered 2,000 taels of silver to buy the heads of the two firecrackers. It's obviously the price code offered by the kid surnamed Jia.

What bullshit newspaper seizure, he is going crazy, hiding at home and not daring to go out, this is all fake. I reckon those two musketeers have been deceived as well. Thought he wouldn't be looking for trouble. The life of a soldier is not worth a few dollars, and he can afford it. My life, he can't afford it. ”

He donated the official on his body. The size is also a celebrity in Yangzhou. Jia Huan's unruly revenge can only be limited to this. Presumably, those two firecrackers should be able to quench his anger.

Lu Yuanwai's face was shocked, "What? Are you saying that kid is now hiding under the protection of the Inspector Battalion and not going out? Was the seizure of the newspaper deliberately made for the outside to see? In order to make things bigger, let others know that he was forced to be discouraged. And secretly buying murder? ”

Zheng Yuanjian nodded. He has reliable channels. The news came from the Wang family. The Wang family is also trafficking in illicit salt, and there are a group of outlaws under them. Jia Huan wants to make a bid, and there are a lot of people in the rivers and lakes who are willing to do it. Isn't it just killing two big soldiers who left the camp without permission?

Lu Yuanwai sighed with emotion. It's horrible, it's only twelve years old! Said seriously: "Brother Zheng, I suggest you strengthen your guards. ”

Zheng Yuanjian said: "I know. ”

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The Jinling bulletin during the Mid-Autumn Festival was seized and not published. But it didn't make much of a difference. Jinling Bulletin is not the only newspaper in Jinling City, there are as many as four or five newspapers to fill the gap of entertainment.

It just became an after-dinner conversation and then disappeared into the ever-changing conversation.

August 17, afternoon. It was raining lightly.

Aunt Pei's first seven.

Jia Huan did not mean to challenge the feudal etiquette system, he did not wear filial piety for Aunt Pei. After going to the front yard to see Xiao You'an, who came to visit, he came back to the solemn mourning hall arranged, knelt in front of the coffin, and kowtowed to Aunt Pei.

"Auntie, go all the way!"

As he spoke, tears flowed out. This is the first time in seven days that Jia Huan's emotions have been exposed after wiping away his tears.

Daiyu and Qingwen, who accompanied Jia Huan to burn paper money in the mourning hall, both looked at him worriedly, "Third brother...", "Third master..."

Jia Huan said softly: "I'm fine." "There are some things that he doesn't want the girls to know.

Yes, he just got the exact news brought by Xiao You'an: the two murderers who shot Aunt Pei have been killed.

The murderer's death, according to his requirements, must be under fire.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood. (To be continued.) )