In the twenty-first year of Yongzhi, Jia Huan killed Emperor Yongzhi and supported Ning Xi, the son of Yongxing. The era name was changed to Yongxing. The second year is the first year of Yongxing.

In the winter of the first year of Yongxing, Jia Huan admired the snow and said goodbye to Ning Xi in the stone building of Xiyuan. In Dongzhuang Town, Wendao Academy "secluded" for three years, carefully enlightened Gongsun Jie, the son of the elder brother. In the spring of the fourth year of Yongxing, when the political situation in Beijing was balanced and stable, and the children were about three years old, he took his wife and concubine and went south to Jinling.

In this world, in the rivers and lakes, his figure and name seem to disappear in the beautiful and hazy smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

As he himself said, live a leisurely life for a few years. As the saying goes: take the hairpin Dai to travel, hold the bright moon and end up!

Time passes in a hurry.

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The capital, the eastern outer city. On Xinfeng Street, which is about six or seven miles away from Dongzhimen, there is a dense flow of people. On the two-mile-long street, there are many high-rise buildings and various shops. Restaurants (scholars' restaurants), teahouses, theaters, rice shops, silver horns, pharmacies, iron shops, porcelain, silk, book shops, fruit shops, coal shops, north and south goods, etc. Everything.

This is the fifth prosperous place in Beijing in addition to: Qipan Street, Chongwen Gate, Lamp Market, and Inner City.

In the evening, a horse-drawn carriage slowly came out of the most famous theater in Beijing: Man Tingfang. Jia Lian sat in the carriage, looking at the bustling street market, and thought slightly.

Xinfeng Street is like a cornucopia. It's all the property of Jia Province.

Over the years, the life of ordinary people has been getting better and better. The price of rice is still maintained eight years ago, the price of Yongzhi 21 years: ten yuan a stone. There are several other markets in Beijing, such as Xinfeng Street. Behind them are all powerful families.

All kinds of chattering on the street came to my ears. Jia Lian closed his eyes comfortably and leaned on the soft couch in the carriage. After the carriage, Xing'er, Zhao'er and other elders followed on horseback.

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Under the sunset, the courtyard of Rongguo Mansion is still the same, and guests come and go. After all, the political father is one of the political envoys of the Nine Qings. Of course, with Jia Huan's return to seclusion for three years and nearly five years of going south to Jinling, the people who came and went to Jiafu were no longer top-level civil officials, but mostly the children of world friends.

Jia Lian entered the house from the East Corner Gate. The five or six little guys waiting at the second gate said hello, "The second master has come back from listening to the play." ”

"Hmm." Jia Lian nodded. Stepped into the door of the hanging flowers. He was dressed in a blue robe, forty-two years old, and was still a handsome and dashing rich boy. All the way through the hall to the main house on Jiafu East Road. Jia Yu died, and after Jia's mother died, he moved from Jiafu West Road to East Road.

Wang Xifeng and Ping'er were both talking in the house, and Feng'er and other maids and servants were waiting with Jia Bo and the second sister.

Wang Xifeng was Chinese New Year's Eve eight years old, wearing a moon-white satin jacket, a blue satin cape, and a white silk skirt. The face is painted with light makeup, and it is still beautiful. Danfeng eyes, willow leaves hanging eyebrows. The peaks are tall. However, the beauty who was "as beautiful as a peach in three springs" back then couldn't stop the passage of time after all, and there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Seeing Jia Lian come in, Wang Xifeng took Ping'er, his son, the second sister and the maids to get up and say hello, and then ordered the meal to be set. The maidens went down and were busy.

Sister Feng hugged her son Jia Bo and asked, "What is the outside saying about Xue Da's fool?" Today, my aunt is still crying in front of my wife. ”

She still assists Madame Wang in managing the internal affairs of Jiafu. The relationship with Jia Lian has reached this age, and it has gradually become dull, and there are few times to quarrel. Of course, the pressure is still on Jia Lian's head.

Jia Lian is a rich and noble son, well-maintained, handsome and chic, sitting on a chair, drinking tea, and casually asking the second sister. He liked this daughter very much. He replied, "Heh, what else?" Apologize for losing money. Xue Nerd hasn't lived to understand this age yet.

It's not as foolish as it used to be. Now I dare to publish anything in the newspapers. Second Master Zhen helped smooth it out. If Brother Huan is in Beijing, he is afraid that he will have to shed his skin again. ”

His eldest daughter, Sister Qiao, is married. Married to the son-in-law of King Beijing. The second sister is from Ping'er.

The second son, Jia Bo, was born by Sister Feng. Sister Feng is a small postpartum, and then she has a child, and she can't spoil it. Mothers have many defeated children. At the age of twelve, he is still studying in the study of ethnology. Jia Miao, the eldest son born to Second Sister You, is already studying at Wendao Academy.

Zhen Erye is Zhen Baoyu, the elder brother of today's Queen Zhen. In Yongxing for three years, he won the seventh place in the high school Beizhili Township Examination and the tenth place in the second class of the palace examination. Choose Hanlin Shu Jishi. Now in the eighth year of Yongxing, the official is appointed as a Hanlin attendant, a Japanese official, and a walk in the south study. He is a hot power figure in Beijing.

Zhen Baoyu and Lan Ge'er are Jinshi in one subject. Lan Ge'er now works at Honglu Temple.

When Wang Xifeng heard this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile, "Hey, if Brother Huan is in Beijing, where do you want Boss Xue to beat people?" How many people helped to take care of the matter. To put it mildly, it's just an injury. ”

The Mid-Autumn Festival in August is the time to enjoy osmanthus flowers. Xue Pan's wife, Xia Jingui's family, has monopolized the flower market in Beijing for many years. The supply of flowers in the palace is all the plates of the Xia family. However, in early August, a reporter reported the Xia family, which was shoddy.

Jingzhong's eyes are red, so do it immediately. There was an uproar in Beijing. The Xia family's business plummeted. After Xue Pan was drunk, he didn't know who he had instigated, and broke a few bones of the newspaper's reporter. There was a lot of uproar.

The political master cherishes his reputation and wants to deal with it according to the law. And Zhu's sister-in-law's son Jia Lan can't reach this matter. I didn't expect Second Master Zhen to come forward.

Jia Lian shook his head. Sister Feng'er has such a personality. The only thing that held her down was the ring brothers!

The ring brothers are in the south of the Yangtze River, and they can't miss it. I don't know when I will return to Jingshi.

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Yongxing eight years, the end of August. Late autumn. Sycamore leaves yellow.

Yongxing Tianzi Ning Xi took the guards and honor guards and returned to the palace from the Jingying camp in the north of the capital. He had just attended the graduation ceremony of the sixth phase of the lecture hall. After returning to the palace, in the side hall of the Qianqing Palace, he met with his uncle Zhou Wumin.

Qingningbo Zhou Wumin recounted the birthday of the Empress Dowager (Zhou Guifei), "The Internal Affairs Office is ready. At that time, the emperor can go to Zunhua's Tanglin line. ”

Ning Xi nodded lightly, slightly distracted.

The young man who was weak in Japan was already a twenty-eight-year-old man with a beard. After more than eight years of imperial career, although his temperament is still weak, he has become calm and steady. It is quite a gentleman, and the government and the opposition praise "virtuous".

Qingning Bo Zhou Wumin reminded: "Your Majesty..."

Ning Xi came back to his senses, smiled apologetically, and said, "Uncle is fully responsible for the matter of sacrificing to the queen mother." I'm thinking about Mr. Qi's condition. ”

At the end of August, Qi Chi, a university scholar who had been in charge of the world for nearly nine years, fell ill in bed and vomited blood. The Tai Doctor diagnosed that the 63-year-old scholar Qi needed to recuperate. Qi Chi has already written to ask for Zhishi.

Such a major change in the political situation made him feel troubled. This has broken the power structure that the gentleman arranged for him.

It would be great if Mr. was still in Jingshi! However, it has been more than four years since Mr. Yongxing went south to Jinling in the fourth spring. He often sent envoys to Jiangnan to ask for advice, and every year on three festivals and two birthdays, he would send people to give gifts.

Mr. Jiangnan's life is really leisurely! I wish the gentleman could come back and help him.