Looking at the silver ticket on the wine table, Cheng Qi'er's face was a little flushed, and her mood was agitated. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info are still 5,000 taels. The eleven-year-old boy threw out 10,000 taels in a glass of wine without changing his face. This... Courage! Looking at Jia Huan's eyes again, they became extremely hot.

Jia Lian is a little blindsided. Jia Huan has money, he knows. But throwing out 10,000 taels so lightly was really shocking to him. Isn't it that it's not a silver ticket that comes out, but waste paper? I'm afraid I'm going to throw out most of my net worth!

Yuan Hao glanced at Jia Huan, smiled, and looked at Cheng Qi'er and Jia Lian. The two of them retreated in amusement. It is inconvenient for them to listen to the palace.

After the two of them left the living room, Yuan Hao slowly spoke: "This matter is Uncle Zheng's own opinion. ”

Yuan Hao is a confidant of Emperor Yongzhi, and it is absolutely impossible to make a mistake about this kind of thing. Jia Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

If the emperor instructed Uncle Zheng Guo to poison the prisoner, it means that the emperor has made up his mind and has premeditated. With the emperor's political means of taking out the two scholars in the south study, Jia Huan could go home and wash and sleep.

And if Uncle Zheng Guo made his own opinion, it means that the emperor is just following the trend, and as long as the general trend is changed, it is possible to change the emperor's decision.

Jia Huan's judgment is also the latter.

All kinds of information show that although Emperor Yongzhi has various shortcomings, he can be regarded as a Ming monarch. It is unlikely that this kind of child's play will be used to destroy the law of the imperial court to deal with the left deputy capital of the three products.

But when it comes to the life of the mountain chief, Jia Huan must have an accurate answer. Now he got it.

…

Jia Huan and Yuan Hao, the Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple, talked secretly for about half an hour, and then took Jia Lian to leave the embroidery building together, took a carriage out of the Hutong of the Division, and went to the west of the city.

The bustling night market is noisy and elaborate horse-drawn carriages, and the lights are faintly shining through.

Jia Lian couldn't hold back any longer and asked: "Brother Huan, it stands to reason that I shouldn't have said it, but the profit of honeycomb coal is only 8,000 taels a year, and 5,000 taels will be given to Yuan Shaoqing, how can we still be profitable?" Jia Lian didn't dare to question Jia Huan, but the complaint in his tone was still revealed.

Jia Huan was falling into his own contemplation, interrupted Jia Lian, frowned slightly, and said, "How much silver is expected to be in a year for the coal procurement in the palace?" ”

Seeing that Jia Huan was displeased, Jia Lian restrained his emotions and sneered: "It's not easy to estimate." It is estimated that there will always be a purchase quota of 10,000 taels. ”

The palace is all red charcoal. This charcoal has no taste and no smoke. Very popular with nobles. And honeycomb coal is far behind. It is estimated that only palace maids and eunuchs will use it. There is also daily use.

Jia Huan shook his head and pointed: "The honeycomb coal of the Jia family is enshrined in the palace, which can be said to be a royal thing and a tribute, and it is the focus of propaganda to spread out the market around Beizhili. Second Brother Lian can operate this matter next. ”

Changing the label produced by Jiafu to a palace tribute will greatly enhance the brand reputation. Pretending to be forced is basically the same throughout the ages. There is no problem in seizing the honeycomb coal market in Beizhili.

Jia Lian was slightly stunned, and then looked at Jia Huan with admiration. Jia Huan obviously said it casually, but it was a good idea. If you can win the honeycomb coal market in Beizhili, wouldn't it be a lot of money?

Jia Lian was excited for a while, and then remembered today's events. Although he is a fictitious intellectual, he has friends in the noble circle. He still knows about the recent imprisonment of Zhang Anbo, the left deputy capital. Said cautiously: "Brother Huan, you take five thousand taels of silver just to buy a piece of news." ”

Jia Huan glanced at Jia Lian and said bluntly: "You don't understand." ”

The gentleman is in righteousness, and the villain is in profit. Respecting teachers and repaying kindness is the basic principle of a person's life and doing things. Where morality lies, interests must of course be abandoned. Five thousand taels of silver to buy an exact message that he thought was worth.

Jia Huan said that Jia Lian didn't understand because Jia Lian was unreliable in major matters. The most typical is Lin Daiyu's father, Lin Ruhaituogu. If he is a gentleman, Lin Daiyu's family property cannot be swallowed. If Jia Lian knew that his current opponent was the emperor, he would probably wilt.

Jia Lian was speechless for a while.

Jia Huan patted Jia Lian's shoulder, leaned over and instructed Hu Xiaosi, who was driving the car, "Go to Uncle Yongfang's mansion." ”

He was going to see Wang Ziteng. Since it was not the emperor who instructed Uncle Zheng Guo, then, his trip tonight is not over yet.

…

Jia Huan arrived at the palace and went straight inside. Hu Xiaosi drove Jia Lian back to Jiafu first.

Jia Huan, as a descendant of the four major families that Wang Ziteng fancies, will not be stuck in the concierge when he goes to the palace. But Wang Ziteng is not in the mansion, and Jia Huan can only wait.

Wang Ziteng's eldest son, Wang Chenghei, came over and showed his face, he was about thirty years old, medium in stature, with a round face and a short beard, and said: "Father is in Xie Xiang's mansion today, Ziyu and sit down." ”

Wang Chengsi knew that Jia Huan's backer was about to fall, and he would still rely on his father in the future, so he spoke in a contemptuous tone, and after saying a few words with Jia Huan, he left the small hall where Jia Huan was waiting under the pretext that something was wrong.

Jia Huan suppressed the emotions in his heart, his first priority now was to convince Wang Ziteng to help. The case of the mountain chief was tried by Wang Ziteng and the famous ministers of the imperial court, and the right capital Yushi Qichi.

Wang Ziteng was at the head of the imperial court at this time, Xie Xuan's mansion, and what he was talking about can be imagined. It is said that the relationship between Scholar Xie and Scholar He, a good friend of the mountain chief, was not harmonious. One is the prime minister and the other is the second minister, and it is extremely normal for there to be contradictions. Not to mention the political disagreement.

In the small hall, Jia Huan sat quietly, deliberating on his plan, listening to the light rain outside the hall in the night.

He remembered that there were more than 100 classmates in the Yongzhi Ninth Year Academy, and when he laughed and talked in the Minglun Hall of the Academy, he said the famous words of the chairman: Fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, and fighting with people is endless. Uttered "****** Anthology".

At this time, he refers to the Son of Heaven, the Yongzhi Emperor who reigned over the world and reigned for eleven years, and the emperor who ascended the throne by coup d'état and had super political ability.

Jia Huan took a deep breath.

…

In the rainy night, Wang Ziteng went home from the Xie University Scholar's Mansion and learned that Jia Huan was waiting in the mansion, so he asked his eldest son Wang Chengsi to call Jia Huan to the inner study.

The study is elegant and quiet, with bonsai and calligraphy and paintings.

Wang Ziteng is in his fifties, a little haired, majestic, leaning on the soft couch, a slender and graceful figure, a beautiful concubine who is in her double decade is serving Wang Ziteng's face.

After the beautiful concubine retreated from the sobering soup, the prince said, "I drank some wine at the Xie Xiangfu today." Why did Ziyu come to see me? ”

Wang Ziteng's hint is quite obvious. If you want to talk about Zhang Anbo, you don't need to talk about it. The position of the left deputy capital Yushi, many people are worried.

Jia Huan sighed in his heart and said, "I came especially for the eldest sister's affairs in the palace. "The big sister in Jia Huan's mouth is Jia Yuanchun. At this time, she was already in the palace as a female history.

Wang Ziteng was slightly surprised, and then smiled, how could Jia Huan's thoughts be hidden from him, it was estimated that it was similar to the statement of the Warring States strategist. He listened.

Jia Huan's expression became solemn, and he said in a steady tone: "The person who poisoned the prisoner of Guozi is Uncle Zheng Guo. ”

Wang Ziteng took a sip of decanting soup with a smile, and said unmoved: "I know." ”

Jia Huan continued: "Concubine Zheng has no son. There is only one younger brother named Uncle Zheng Guo. ”

The smile on Wang Ziteng's face faded, he became serious, sat up straight, looked at Jia Huan, and said in a deep voice: "The lives of a few prisoners can't move Uncle Zheng Guo." ”

Although the practice of foreign relatives in the dynasty is not to be a marquis, there are only fictitious officials. But the palace and the outer court, it is impossible to say that there is no connection. Concubine Zheng's support point in the outer court is her younger brother. If Uncle Zheng can be eliminated, it is possible to change the situation in the palace.

And, of course, a little bit of operation. Concubine Zheng also has the emperor's favor. But the most lethal thing about her is that she doesn't have a son yet.

The position of the concubines in the palace cannot be said to be a radish or a pit, but the energy of the saint is limited, and there is a vacant position around him, and he can fill one in. His niece may not have had no chance.

Jia Huan looked at Wang Ziteng's eyes and said calmly: "I have Uncle Zheng Guo's handle in my hand." ”

Wang Ziteng looked at Jia Huan, and then laughed, "Hehe..., Ziyu, you really planned for Zhang Boyu to the extreme." I've heard that you and he don't have the name of teacher or student. Why is that? ”

Jia Huan's subtext, of course, is to ask him to release the water. He was indeed persuaded by Jia Huan. Of course, there is one more detail to be taken care of. Attacking Zhang Boyu is adhering to the will of God, and he has no intention of losing the trust of the saint. This needs to be dealt with a bit.

Jia Huan's eyes were calm, and he replied: "Repay the king's intention on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king." ”

Wang Ziteng was slightly stunned and nodded slightly.

This poem is a famous poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Li He, "Yanmen Tai Shou Xing". King Yan Zhao built a golden platform to recruit talents from all over the world. "Jade Dragon" is a synonym for sword. In order to repay the king's courtesy and reuse on the golden platform, he is willing to carry the sword and die for the king.

Jia Huan means that in order to repay Zhang Anbo for his kindness and full support, he is willing to plan and run around for Zhang Anbo, even if the emperor makes a move on Zhang Anbo.

"Ziyu, there is the style of the ancients!" Wang Ziteng was slightly jealous of Zhang Anbo in his heart. He didn't have that kind of talent.

Wang Ziteng and Jia Huan had a long secret conversation that night.

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On May 29, the prince Teng, the ruler of the nine provinces, and the right capital Yushi Qichi reported to the Yongzhi Emperor on the case of poisoning the prince of the country, and the case was closed.

Zhang Anbo, the left deputy capital imperial history, did bear the responsibility of "negligence". The case then entered the second phase to investigate Zhang Anbo's various illegal incidents.

It was night, in Uncle Zheng Guo's mansion, guests gathered. The banquet lasted until the wee hours of the morning. Singers dance, wine is frequent.

Of course, this is far worse than the banquet at the house of Li Dongyang, the former Ming Shoufu. Li Shoufu's banquets often lasted all night.

Uncle Zheng Guo had already left the banquet and met a middle-aged man in the study.

The middle-aged man said: "Lord Zheng, the matter is done." This is a title deed document issued by Daxing County. "The shops in the hands of those prisoners and the land outside the city have been transferred to Uncle Zheng's name. The case is closed. This is the end of the matter, and it is a complete victory.

Uncle Zheng Guo laughed loudly, "Haha, haha." Good, good. (To be continued.) )