The candle flame in the hall is extinguished. The contents of the overnight discussion ended with the extinguishing of the candles. The gardens and courtyards of Sanssouci Hall are bathed in the sunlight created. A few small birds chirp in the branches.

At the door of the west corner of Sanssouci Hall, Ji Cheng arrived in a small sedan chair. He is not from the capital, and his home is in Yongping Mansion, Beizhili. The eighteenth day of the first lunar month is the time when all the yamen start to work. He went to Beijing yesterday. Come and visit Jia Huan today.

Jia Huan lives in Sanssouci Hall here, and there are fewer visitors. Most of the unrelated people were waiting in the front yard of Rongguo Mansion. What's more, Jiafu is far from what it used to be. However, Jiahuan has a large population here, and slaves come and go.

"Ji Hanlin is early." "Hello Master Ji." Ji Cheng went all the way unimpeded, and on the road, there were familiar stewards who stopped on the side of the road and greeted them with a smile.

Ji Cheng was dressed in a green shirt, he was twenty-three years old at the time, his appearance was delicate, and he responded one by one with a spring breeze on his face. His marriage to Miss Shi has been roughly decided. is still under the dowry, look at the day. Marriage is expected in late spring.

When he arrived at the door of the courtyard where Xiyun Hall was located, Ji Cheng took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and stepped in.

His marriage with Miss Shi can get what he wants. It's all from the head of the court! Is he a man who does not repay his gratitude? He returned to Beijing yesterday and heard about the experience of the Hanyuan Hall in the evening. He is a promising Hanlin. The messaging channel is not closed.

For his marriage, Jia Yuanshou offended the Huaxue scholar. He came in the morning to see if he could help.

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Jia Huan, who rested a little after a sleepless night, entertained Ji Cheng who came to visit in the study of Sanssouci Hall.

In the elegant outer study, tea is curling. With the cold daylight, it falls in the small hall, and the tables and chairs are mottled with shadows.

Ji Cheng said gratefully: "My marriage with Miss Shi will definitely not be possible without the support of the head of the hospital." I take it to heart. ”

With his personal relationship with Jia Huan, he still has to say such grateful words. Because, the kindness is too great.

Jia Huan smiled tiredly and gently, and said, "Bo Yan, did you hear the news from Jingzhong yesterday?" Treat Sister Yun well in the future. ”

He won't hypocritically say: It's not about Ji Cheng. He is not in the same camp as Hua Mo. But Hua Mo will definitely not be able to take care of him in the short term. On the Hanyuan Palace, the fundamental reason for Hua Mo's promotion was the forcible invasion of Washington that day.

Ji Cheng nodded vigorously. He will.

What the two talked about next, it is unknown.

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"The wind is sad at dusk, and I don't know who I am worried about..."

When Jia Huan and Ji Cheng were talking secretly in the study, across several courtyards, where Jia Huan couldn't see, Bahule leaned on the railing of the corridor, blowing a beard. He was born in the nobility of the Yue Clan and was familiar with the rhythm of music.

On the table of the Eight Immortals in the small hall, a pot of residual wine was empty. Next to the flask is a long sword.

He was in Broken Leaves, in order to rescue his clansmen, he betrayed his beloved woman, Princess Wanguo. Due to the assassination accident, he was forced to die for Jia Huan. Came to Beijing from the Western Regions. On the Han New Year, he was also homesick.

Jia Envoy Jun, who was in the Western Regions, seemed to have encountered a lot of trouble after he returned. He didn't know if he would have a chance to return to his hometown in this life.

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On the afternoon of the 14th, the entire capital was immersed in the discussion of the Western Regions and Mobei's rewards, and at the same time there was a festive atmosphere.

Since the 14th, the curfew has been lifted in Beijing for three days, and the Son of Heaven has rejoiced with the people. Celebrate the Lantern Festival.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun sets. The Zhang Mansion of Yongfang is shrouded in this poignant glow.

Jia Huan, Luo Junzi, Ji Cheng, and Qiao Rusong gathered in Zhang's mansion. It's not because of New Year's greetings. They have long come to the Mountain Chief's Mansion to pay New Year's greetings. Zhang Chengjian sent someone to invite these classmates in Beijing.

In the small hall behind the instrument door, the atmosphere is slightly stagnant! The three of Luo Junzi drank tea in silence. Zhang Chengjian was chubby, walking back and forth, anxious. Qiao Rusong asked, "Brother Bo Miao, how could the mountain chief have such an idea?" ”

The Son of Heaven decreed that the people would rejoice together, and the Lantern Festival was being arranged by King Wu everywhere in Beijing. The festive atmosphere in Beijing has long been strong. And the chief of the mountain wants to write a book to advise the Son of Heaven, not to waste financial resources.

"Alas..."Zhang Chengjian held his stomach and said, "My father plans to do it!" "Yesterday there was definite news: his father will be transferred to the Ministry of Works. His father, who is seventy-six years old this year, intends to give one last exhortation to the Son of Heaven before he is sent to the Emperor.

Luo Junzi said softly: "Brother Bo Miao, don't be impatient. Let's see what Ziyu and the mountain chief have to say! "He's a gentleman, but he's not stupid. If the mountain chief writes a book, it will definitely anger the Son of Heaven. And the college is a department, and political enemies are eyeing each other.

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In Zhang's study, Jia Huan and Zhang Anbo sat opposite each other, drinking tea at the table. The atmosphere was harmonious.

It is not as speculated by the students outside, Shan Changzheng is taking the examination of Jia Huan's scriptures: Four Books, Book of Poetry, Spring and Autumn. Zhang Anbo, the chief of the mountain, is a famous Confucian in the world, ruling the Spring and Autumn Period.

Jia Huan couldn't answer five of the ten questions, and explained embarrassedly: "The disciple hasn't studied for a long time, and the head of the sect is disappointed!" ”

Since the thirteenth year of Yongzhi, he has been in the Yuan and Tanhua. Jingyi threw away his hand. He just used Jingyi as a stepping stone. Nearly eight years have passed, and he is no longer the top student! And the mountain chief's exam, at least at the level of a doctoral student.

Zhang Anbo is seventy-six years old, with white hair and an old age. But he sat in the chair, and he was the bearing of a generation of Confucianism! Like mountains and seas!

The mountain chief has a generous temperament, smiled, and said, "When Ziyu has time, he still has to read the scriptures." ”

Jia Huan understood what the mountain chief meant, got up, and said respectfully: "Disciple, remember! "His code of conduct is not the words of a saint, not the scriptures! It's not the Six Classics that note me, but the Six Classics that I note the Six Classics. His code was the modern education he received.

And the mountain chief is a master of science, a great Confucian. He taught as a saint and practiced this life.

The mountain chief took a sip of tea with a smile and said, "Bo Miao asked a few of you to come, right?" He's not going to be able to read! Timid and small. I have followed me all these years and suffered a lot! The words are gentle, revealing the love of licking the calf.

Jia Huan didn't hide it, and nodded, "Hmm." ”

The mountain chief looked gentle, and said: "Ziyu, I am now seventy and six, and He Xintai recommended me as the imperial history of the left capital that day, and the country cannot be without ministers." In the past five or six years, I have not dared to slack off. It's just that Zi said: If you bow to yourself and blame others, you will be far from resentful. I wrote to admonish that I had not done so. Therefore, the DPRK has a grudge against me.

For example, today I will be transferred to the Ministry of Works. I don't mean to be in love. Let's go to the last book before I go to the office! The Lantern Festival cost is all from King Wu. But the fireworks, lanterns, and rewards spent are just as wasted on financial resources. The state affairs are difficult, and the king must not quit it! ”

Jia Huan sighed lightly.

The meaning of the mountain chief: The Son of Yongzhi wants to hold a Lantern Festival, although the silver of the fee is King Wu's. However, it also consumes manpower and material resources. How much did it cost? During the Lantern Festival, the people are like a tide, and the mansions of the powerful compete for the colorful lanterns, isn't it a cost? The Son of Heaven took the lead in extravagance and extravagance. The people can imagine, how can he not go to the book?

The current situation of the dynasty, Jia Huan is very clear. The Guardian Scholar was promoted by Tobe Shangshu. The current head of the household, Zhao Heling, is good friends with Jiafu. The martial arts of the state were at their peak, but the state finances were bankrupt.

At this time, as the Son of Heaven, what should he do? Take the lead in setting an example, be diligent and thrifty. Make the customs simple and simple.

Jia Huan knew that the truth of the mountain chief was not wrong. However, the Son of Yongzhi is dying, and there is a ghost use for telling him this! If the son of Yongzhi is less selfish and focuses on state affairs, Ji Xingsheng will not be exiled from his home.

Jia Huan said bluntly: "The mountain chief's letter of advice will inevitably anger the Son of Heaven. Song Pu stared at the sidelines, full of malice, and the consequences were unimaginable. The mountain chief should be a few brothers and consider one or two for the academy. ”

Zhang Chengjian is the eldest son of the mountain chief, and he also has brothers and sisters. There is an eighty percent probability that the mountain chief angered the Son of Heaven and implicated the Zhang family.

The mountain chief smiled calmly and said, "I want to ask Ziyu to help me deal with the aftermath." ”

How did he not know the consequences? But when is the Son of Heaven dying? The less the country loses, the better! As a counselor, the Son of Heaven made mistakes, and it was his duty and duty to write a book to advise. He was not afraid of death.

Twenty-one years ago, before the coup d'état of the Son of Heaven, he failed to write and chose to resign and establish a college to teach. Twenty-one years later, he was seventy-six years old and didn't want to run away anymore!

Jia Huan smiled hard.

Scholars speak of benevolence, righteousness, and Tao, not life and death! Where the Tao is, although thousands of people go to me.

What it is said is: Heaven and earth have righteousness, in Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient!

But, reality! He and the mountain chief, in the heart of the Son of Yongzhi, are now tied together. The mountain chief angered the Son of Heaven and increased the Son of Heaven's opinion of him! His current situation is already very difficult.

The mountain chief fell, he, the Zhang family, the academy department, how to deal with the aftermath? Will Song Pu and others be politically hunted down? Self-explanatory!

Shanchang smiled generously and insisted: "Ziyu, I know it's embarrassing for you. But there are some things I want to do! The dynasty not only has ministers like Xie Xuan and Hua Mo, but also hard-headed ministers! If there is an accident, seek kindness. Qingshi will not sin me! The rest of the things are bothered by Lao Ziyu. ”

It's his choice!

Jia Huan's eyes were slightly red,

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