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Jia Huan didn't pick up the wine glass, sighed lightly, and said, "Ziheng, you are almost unknown to me now!" ”

Han Jin said that raising his noble hand was actually equivalent to admitting defeat and pleading with him. Can he imagine this in the ninth year of Yongzhi?

What about the violent showman who scolded the door in the Wanping County Yali? What about the tribute who jumped into the river and died to motivate the prisoners? What about the scholar who invited him to drink in Dongzhuang Town, and was so rigid that he was embarrassed to say "thank you" even for saving his life? What about the sincere students who followed him to relieve the disaster and did their best?

Things are but people are not!

A "Ziheng" pulled Han Jin back to five or six years ago, when he and Jia Huan first met. Memories are full of water. The icy water in the moat, the turbulent flood under the mountain of Miaofeng.

Han Jin lowered his head, smiled bitterly, drank the wine, and said, "Ziyu, everyone is... It will slowly become mature. ”

Jia Huan glanced at Han Jin and didn't speak.

He was not a "good teacher" person. He is good at verbal fighting, but it is not necessary, he never debates or quarrels with people. Everyone is responsible for their own lives. There has never been a savior!

Under Jia Huan's gaze, Han Jin's face turned red, and he clenched the wine glass. But then, his gaze slowly became firm. He just wanted to do something and show his ambitions. What's wrong with that?

Throughout the history books, how many gentlemen are there in the temples? is as perfect as the former Ming businessmen and princesses, and they all have a record of suppressing Wang Wei. Not to mention Yang Tinghe, Xu Jie and others.

How sharp is Jia Huan's mind? Noticed the change in Han Xiucai's expression. I feel sorry and emotional. Over the years, he has watched Han Jin slip from the original hot-blooded warrior to some roads. There is the cruelty of reality that persecuts. But isn't there a personal choice?

Jia Huan took a sip of wine and said bluntly: "Emperor, it's not so easy to be!" ”

Han Jin smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Jia, I have been banned from the imperial examination by the imperial court. What do you want me to do? "When I talk about the old things, I feel a faint pain in my heart.

Jia Huan didn't answer, nodded, and said, "I won't talk about it today, okay?" ”

Han Jin seemed to understand a little, his face was depressed, he got up, bowed to Jia Huan, and walked out of the small pavilion to leave the Ning Mansion.

Looking at Han Jin's back, Jia Huan knew that the contradiction between him and Han Xiucai had intensified. Maybe before, everyone could sit down and have a glass of wine together, but not anymore. Whether it is a personal grudge or a difference in concept or camp, who can say?

Some time ago, in the battle for the heir, the king of Jin won over the Wang family and competed for the scholars, and almost trapped him in it. The king of Chu took the "Great Sunday Daily" as a position, attacked him, held high the banner of "no increase in commercial taxes", and actively participated in the court struggle.

No matter what the purpose of the King of Jin and the King of Chu was, it was to sweep him into the storm. Therefore, he impeached Prince Shun and got the right to censor the Great Sunday newspaper. His answer to the "provocation" of the two princes was: Don't mess with me!

As for offending the future Son of Heaven, so what? He will not be offended on either side, and when the battle for the heir resumes, he will still be involved as cannon fodder. Therefore, it was impossible for him to agree to Han Jin's request. Furthermore, Zi said: How can you repay virtue with virtue?

After the Yongzhi Dynasty, it is hoped that the order of civil and political affairs will be established by then.

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After Han Jin left, the banquet dispersed not long after. Mr. Long Jiang left Jia Huan to drink tea and chat in the study. In the tea bowl, the tea leaves are full of clouds. The fragrance wafts in the study. This is the best tea: Jian'an green phoenix marrow.

Mr. Longjiang is 43 years old, wearing a beautiful aqua blue Confucian shirt and a rich son's outfit. After returning from the mission to the Western Regions, he was promoted from Hanlin to the position of Shaoqing of Honglu Temple. The Son of Heaven actually idle, not reuses.

Honglu Temple is the etiquette of the Imperial Court. Low level government position. There is no real power. Moreover, the nobility (status) is inferior to that of the Ministry of Rites. Yongzhi Tianzi is still a little grudgeful. When Mr. Longjiang went to the book, he offended him who was still a prince.

Mr. Long Jiang sat down on the side of the table, drank tea, and said with emotion: "Ziyu, you and Ziheng have known each other for five or six years, right?" Both of you are people of insight. Alas..., how did things come to this? ”

He was a little sad and emotional.

Jia Huan sighed and took a sip of tea, and said, "Senior Ning, the relationship between people and people is always changing. If you see the beginning, it may not be the end. He asked himself if he was sorry for Han Xiucai.

Mr. Long Jiang let out a long sigh, shook his head, and said, "Don't talk about it." I'll leave you with something to mention to you. I have already written to my hometown in Jiangxi, and my father is afraid that time is running out, and he will have to work hard to go to Jiangxi for his son. ”

Help Mr. Longjiang's father portrait, keep it for future generations to admire, worship, and express sorrow, which Jia Huan agreed to come down in Jinling at that time. Of course, Jia Huan went to Jiangxi at this point in time, and the New Year would not be spent at home.

Jia Huan agreed: "It's okay." Say good things early. I'm waiting for news from Senior Ning. ”

Mr. Longjiang looked at Jia Huan, who readily agreed, and praised it in his heart. There is still a gap between people and people. Nodding, "Okay! "My father died not long ago, and he was a little heavy.

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The twelfth day is the day of the imperial court's rest. When he was in Yongfang, Song Fuzhong, Song Tianguan and his friend Lu Shilang of the military department chatted and played chess in the small hall.

In fact, when the official position is in their position, how can it be casual chatter?

The maids and juniors were all sent out. Song Tianguan held the teacup and sighed while playing chess: "Where is the Qinling family in the clouds, the snow hugs the blue pass." ”

He is pessimistic about the situation. Even Song Kezhong, the examiner of the Ministry of Officials, was replaced. In Jingcha next spring, I'm afraid it won't be his turn to call the shots. What does it mean for him to be a secretary?

Lu Shilang smiled bitterly, "Hongji, you are also a fallen person at the end of the world!" "He is the left squire of the military department, and it is supposed that he should take over the position of the secretary of the military department, but he let the right squire Meng He be promoted. How willingly was he?

Song Tianguan shook his head and asked, "Recently, there has been a big move in the military department?" ”

Lu Shilang nodded, played chess, and said casually: "Meng Sima is ready to invite the Son of Heaven to ask for the power of military attache assessment and selection of officials in charge of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies." ”

Song Tianguan pondered for a while, and then sighed. He doesn't have the capital to gamble for the time being.

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In the evening, the Lixiang Temple is brightly lit and quite lively. Jia Huan and Baochai brought Xiangling and Ying'er over for dinner.

The two big girls of Tongxi and Tonggui took people to serve the food. Aunt Xue warmly greeted Jia Huan with food and wine. She was counting on Jia Huan to give Xue Pan a good errand. Xue Pan followed Zhang Dehui out for business in the middle of this year, and he didn't earn as much as Xue Zhen.

On a beautiful round table, the dishes are extremely sumptuous.

"Mother-in-law is polite, I'll come by myself." Jia Huan picked up the wine glass and ate a glass, very soft Shaoxing rice wine, hot and warm, smooth in the mouth, and asked Xue Pan diagonally: "Brother Xue has been busy with Liu Xianglian's marriage recently?" ”

"Ahh Xue Pan originally listened to his sister, mother and Jia Huan casually talk about the customs of Jiangnan, and asked Jia Huan a question, but he was in a hurry, the wine glass in front of him was knocked down, and the chopsticks fell to the ground. The maid on the side hurriedly came up to clean up.

"How old is it?" Aunt Xue was annoyed and distressed when she saw it. The son is frizzy, how can he take on the heavy responsibility of the Xue family? is distressed, because she is like a person, and she can see that her son is afraid of her son-in-law.

Xue Pan sneered.

Don't look at Xue Pan's hearty scolding every time he scolds Jia Huan, as if he has a grudge against the sky. But when he really sat in front of Jia Huan to eat and drink, even if he was in his own home, with his mother and sister as his company, he still couldn't let go.

Jia Huan, who he was very afraid of in his heart. It's not just because of the skin and flesh that were beaten in Dali Temple. Recently, Pravda has published a large number of black materials on Shi Zhi of the historian and Wang Chenghei, the eldest son of Wang Ziteng.

It is reported that the summons of the Metropolitan Procuratorate has reached the Wang family and the Shi family. The Wang and Shi families are begging their grandfather to sue their grandmother for their trust. However, it is said that Zhu Hongfei, the imperial historian of Jiangxi Province who tried the case, was the same year as Jia Huan.

He didn't want to be treated like this by Jia Huan.

Jia Huan ignored Xue Pan, and then asked, "How are things going?" ”

Xue Pan was afraid that Jia Huan would be afraid, but he didn't have much brains, and his tone was complaining, and said: "Originally, Brother Liu Xian gave the sword to Brother Lian to make a decision, but I heard that you took it to play with it for a few days. As a result, the marriage date was delayed. Brother Liu Xian was a little anxious. ”

Jia Huan smiled, stopped talking about this topic, and said: "Since ancient times, I have been doing business, sitting on Jia. With Brother Xue's temperament, sitting in the capital will definitely cause trouble. In my opinion, I first sold business between the capital and Jiangnan for a few years to increase my knowledge and sharpen my temper. ”

He said to Aunt Xue again: "Next year, ask Brother Xue to follow Xue Zhen twice first, and do it alone in the future." In the capital and Jinling, we can take care of it as much as possible. Wait a few years and then find a good career for Brother Xue in Beijing. ”

Xue Pan was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: Bad luck! The dog, the third of the ring, is taking the opportunity to rectify me again. He went out for a walk, and said something else. When you go out, how can you stay comfortable in the capital?

Here, Aunt Xue was already smiling and said, "Oh, that's good." Brother Huan, it's all up to you. Tongxi, pour wine for Brother Huan. "A trip to Jiangnan for business takes several months, but there are thousands of taels of silver.

Jia Huan smiled slightly, disapproving, and turned his head to look at the elegant wife sitting beside him, eating vegetables.