As Jia Huan frowned, the atmosphere in the study became a little stagnant and solemn. Outside the window, the snow covers the houses and gardens.

Ning Cheng's political level is average. I was a little puzzled: the Son of Heaven didn't seem to like it, but why did Jia Huan look so solemn? Sipping the wine, he didn't disrupt Jia Huan's train of thought.

Ning Xiao was dressed in a moon-white palace dress, sitting at the small round table, and her phoenix eyes were staring at Jia Huan's face. A tacit feeling of understanding in my heart arises spontaneously. She knew that when she said these words, Jia Huan understood the meaning of her words. It's a very comfortable feeling.

Jia Huan held the wine glass in his hand, and the sweet rice wine was in the silver cup, exuding an attractive fragrance, and it was in good condition. However, Jia Huan didn't notice it at all, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

When he was having wine with King Wu just now, Jia Huan wanted to know what the Son of Yongzhi thought of his performance in the Western Regions. But he didn't expect King Wu to reveal it. King Wu is the henchman of the Son of Yongzhi!

But, now Ning Xiao told him the exact news.

What does King Wu's move mean? He wants to leave a favor and a way back. In other words, the body of the Son of Yongzhi is probably really bad. In the seventeenth year of Yongzhi, what Ji Xingsheng told him was still in his ears!

At most five years, the Son of Yongzhi will inevitably die! This year is already the twenty-first year of Yongzhi.

Even King Wu, the henchman of the Son of Yongzhi, is ready to consider the way back, and it is conceivable how serious the situation is.

The news that came out of Ning Xiao's mouth would definitely not be a problem. Princess Xiao's meaning is very clear: the Son of Heaven has the intention of killing him! It is very likely that the Son of Yongzhi will find a reason to kill him before he dies!

At this time, his name once again spread throughout the capital because of the inscription of the Western Regions sacrificing the soldiers, and became the focus of public opinion. This is really not a good thing! It is equivalent to that after he returned to Beijing, he was outside the power stage in Beijing, but he was pushed into the spotlight of the stage.

Jia Huan thought about it for a while, came back to his senses, a wry smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, drank the rice wine in his hand, exhaled a breath, and said, "Princess Xie Xiao informed." ”

Ning Xiao nodded slightly, looked at Jia Huan with beautiful eyes like a clear spring, and asked softly, "Does Mr. Jia have a clue?" ”

Jia Huan was unspeakably emotional when she saw her, how could she not see Jia Huan? Three years ago, Jia Huan may not have been an important figure in the political power map of the DPRK. Today, he may not have noticed him before he died.

However, three years later, Jia Envoy, who was invincible in the Western Regions, coerced Zhuhu, and won the support of all generals, how could the Son of Heaven not be suspicious? Isn't he worried that the succeeding King Jin won't be able to suppress Jia Huan? Aren't you worried that a few decades later, the first power minister like Zhang Juzheng will appear in the dynasty?

She was a very sensible woman, and back then, she revealed a little bit of her heart. After that, bury it. The suspicion of the Son of Heaven, from another point of view, isn't it Jia Huan's growth? She was happy for him.

At the same time, there are concerns about the current situation. This bureau is almost unsolvable! But she believes that Jia Huan will definitely find a way. This is not blind obedience, but Jia Huan's confidence with victory after victory.

Jia Huan met Ning Xiao's clear and trusting gaze, sighed, and said, "Let's take a look." "Princess Xiao believes that he can get through it.

But how difficult!

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Around evening, Jia Huan left King Wu's mansion with a heavy heart. The horse-drawn carriage drove smoothly through the streets of Kyochu.

Jia Huan leaned on the soft couch covered with tiger skins, closed his eyes and pondered.

There are many words, even if he trusts Ning Xiao, it is not easy to say.

He visited King Wu's Mansion today and got very bad news. In comparison, Ning Xiao talked about Ji Xiaoniang's affairs later, and it was not important to offend Hua Mo and get the support of the Ji Department. The shadow of death hangs over him!

And his character, how can he be willing to be caught? The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. He will not abide by this kind of dogma!

Before he went to the Western Regions, he didn't think about arousing the suspicion of the Son of Heaven. In the army of the Western Expedition, it is not normal for him to have a relationship with the generals? However, the situation in the Western Regions is developing step by step. He walked to that position, holding the army in his hand, did he watch the Zhou army defeat miserably? Watching the situation is not good for Zhou Jun?

Standing at the tide of history, he must be responsible for history!

And now, when he returns to Beijing, he has to face such a difficult situation. On that day, the son of Yongzhi refused to give him a marriage, and he thought in his heart: If he is the green emperor. Therefore, he taught Yan Wang Ningxi's "History of the Ming Dynasty".

In the current situation, you need to make a choice! But, until the end, he was reluctant to flip the table. The only one who can change the mind of the Son of Yongzhi is Empress Yang! Or, King Jin is also a focus point. In his later years, the Son of Heaven still had to pay attention to the opinions of the adult prince.

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In the first month, when Jia Huan walked around the palace of King Wu, King Beijing, Weifu and other places, the officials in Beijing were also greeting each other. And a political storm is slowly brewing. The focus is the reward of Mobei's victory.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Jia Huan went to Wendao Academy to greet his teachers and friends.

The snow has melted on the sixth day of the new year, and the town of Dongzhuang is a little deserted. It is an education-oriented market town. In the residential area, there are many old ladies and old men basking in the sun at the door of their homes, and there are children running and playing.

Jia Huan's carriage stopped in front of Gate 49 of Beiqianfang. Lin Zhiyun, who accompanied her, took Yu'er to clean up at home. Stay here tonight.

Jia Huan and Yun'er said a few words, and took the little servants Qian Huai and Hu Xiaosi into Wendao Academy from the side gate of the North Front Fang.

Lin Zhiyun wore a cotton jacket with green brocade, watched Jia Huan leave, and sighed in her heart. Xianggong's heavy mood recently, why can't she feel it? It may be a matter of the court. These things, the prime minister is afraid that they will worry, so he basically doesn't say anything.

Wendao Academy occupies a vast area, and there are all kinds of university buildings: dormitories, libraries, classrooms, stadiums, assembly halls, etc. In the soft winter day, it is deserted. There are a few students who are still studying hard during the Chinese New Year.

The faculty dormitory is located in the eastern part of the new campus of the College. The courtyards are lined up one after another, and the roads are vertical and horizontal. When I arrived at the No. 1 courtyard of Mr. Ye, the principal of the college, the scholar was already waiting outside the door.

Jia Huan followed the scholar to Xiaoxuan. Ye Hongyun was dressed in a green shirt and was sitting in a chair. On the Nanmu table, the tea is curling. He was in his forties, with gray sideburns, a plain head, a scribe's shirt, and a slightly fat figure.

Ye Hongyun said with a smile: "I have been looking forward to Ziyu for a long time when you return to Beijing, and I finally see you today." Sit. As Jia Huan's division commander, he doesn't need to get up to greet Jia Huan.

Jia Huan saluted, slightly excited, and said, "The disciple returned to Beijing from the Western Regions and came to see Mr." New Year's greetings to Mr. ”

In the winter of the eighth year of Yongzhi, he came to the academy to study. His mentor is Mr. Yip. The teachers and leaders of the academy are all Confucian scholars with excellent knowledge and high moral conduct. The temperament is different, such as the mountain is long and generous, Mr. Ye is gentle, and Mr. Luo is arrogant.

That period of study is a precious memory that he will never forget in this life!

"Alright, alright, get up!" Ye Hongyun stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help Jia Huan. I felt indescribable emotion in my heart. How could he forget the days when he was a proud protégé studying for school? Isn't a teacher just hoping to have students who are eager to learn?

Some time ago, Jia Huan sent a letter from Beijing. He has been looking forward to Jia Huan's arrival. It's finally here today.

Ye Hongyun looked at Jia Huan and said, "Ziyu has changed a lot. It's no longer a green boy! With emotion, he gave up his seat. The beautiful concubine came to serve tea. Quietly retreat. The master and apprentice, in Xiaoxuan, chatted about the situation after three years.

There are endless words, talking about the Western Regions, the academy, the scriptures, poetry, and the experiences of the students. A bowl of tea is a continuation of a bowl of tea. The time of the afternoon passes slowly! Although Jia Huan now regards Jia Zheng as an elder, he has a deep affection for Jia Zhengnan, and his relationship with the mountain chief and Mr. Ye is deeper.

The evening sunset swayed in the sky, and the golden-red light, short and long, soaked the academy everywhere.

Mr. Ye twisted his beard and sighed: "Ziyu, you have killed all the way in the Western Regions." Wen Yue went back to his hometown. If he were here, he would have cried out. Ziyu, have you seen the mountain chief? The situation is not good! ”

Song Pu, a scholar, stared at the academy. All launched the impeachment of the imperial history. Do you know that this is not the beginning of political disputes?

Jia Huan nodded heavily, and sighed: "Sir, yes! ”

Where would the mountain chief talk to him about something. It was Zhang Chengjian, Luo Junzi, and Qiao Rusong who said it. For the personnel layout of the Western Regions, the mountain chief and the scholars of Song University topped the cow.

The official position is a turnip and a pit. If you share this kind of benefit cake, I don't have it. For example, Pang Ze occupied the governor of Tocharo, which caused Song Pu to be dissatisfied. Some actions are human nature!

The knots in officialdom are not necessarily big enemies. There are fewer such as Zhang Siwei and Zhang Juzheng. The friction in daily work, the dissatisfaction caused, will also be the origin!

Ye Hongyun looked at Jia Huan inquiringly.

Jia Huan smiled and comforted: "Sir, it'll be fine!" "The situation he is facing now is, figuratively speaking, a weir lake with more and more water in it. The situation is getting more and more dangerous!

However, if you don't deal with it, the problem will always be there! He couldn't escape, he could only face it bravely.