At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"What do you mean by imitating the Zhou system and setting up imperial examinations to promote the virtuous? Hahaha."

"I want to see how this kid can rise to prominence under the name of great unfilial piety."

Fan Hong glanced at him and said coldly: "Okay, please restrain yourself outside."

"Recently, there have been frequent heavy rains in the south of the Yangtze River. Your Majesty is in a bad mood. You should avoid causing trouble."

Wu Fan rubbed his ears, looking impatient to listen.

"I know, I know, you are really as nagging as my sister."

Seeing his perfunctory attitude, Fan Hong clenched his sleeves tightly into fists, tried hard to control the anger in his heart, and said:

"Remember to sweep the tail clean, don't miss anything."

"You and I are just grasshoppers on the same rope. If the boat capsizes, no one can get out."

Wu Fan crossed his legs, swaying and swaying, and said carelessly:

"Brother-in-law, put your heart back in your belly, only the dead are the most reliable."

"The old woman has already taken care of it. Presumably mother and son have been reunited under Jiuquan by now."

After saying that, Wu Fan's face broke into a nasty smile, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip.

The doctor of the Ministry of Rites and Food Department, besides being fond of gambling, was also known far and wide as a filial son. All the money he earned was given to his mother.

It's a pity that after Jia's mother heard that her son had committed suicide in Dali Temple Prison, she couldn't bear the blow and followed him.

Wu Fan's servant outside the carriage felt a chill run down his spine.

Jia Sanlong and Wu Fan were secretly considered brothers.

Mr. Jia took it all on his own and entrusted his mother to his master. As a result...

Jianglinghou Mansion.

After hearing the report from the concierge, Xie Yuheng remained silent for a long time.

His fingers were clasping lightly on the rosewood Eight Immortals tabletop, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Xu Lu, who had a book boy cleaning the house for him, was holding tea and looking at Xie Yuheng and Xie Mingli.

If I had some melon seeds at hand right now, it would be a magical day.

Oh no, no, something happened to his good brother, how could he watch the fun!

Xu Lu thought for a moment, cleared his throat, and suggested:

"Then it's said that Xiao Yuheng contracted a cold disease on the way to move, and he didn't see any outsiders."

"Then am I too weak to bear the wind?"

Xie Yuheng raised his lips and asked with a smile.

Xu Lu looked at his good brother and said seriously: "With the look on your face, no one will believe you even if you say you are not infected with the cold."

"Brother Xu is right."

Xie Yuheng seemed to agree with his opinion, then called Mu Ze and said, "Take my post and go to Mr. Zhuang's house."

"Just say that there is a political achievement with long legs in front of the Jianglinghou Mansion. Let his family come quickly, otherwise the political achievement will escape."

This face cannot be seen, and relatives cannot be recognized.

Otherwise, the word "filial piety" would be suppressed and buried in the mud.

However, this kind of door-breaking behavior can be included in a book. After all, this is a house given by the emperor himself.

Watching Mu Ze leave, Xu Lu hesitated and said, "Can this be useful?"

What if Xiao Yuheng is really the grandson of Uncle Yongchang...

It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs, and even going to Dali Temple is a mess.

"How about I hire someone to beat him so hard that he becomes paralyzed and has to lie in bed for the rest of his life."

"If I'm found out, the worst I can do is go to jail for a few years."

"After I am released from prison, I will go back to Jiangling and become a rich man. You will have to protect me then."

Xu Lu said it lightly, but he was familiar with the laws of Daliang, so he didn't know what the consequences would be if he beat the court officials.

Xie Yuheng refused.

Whether it is useful or not depends on whether Zhuang Yun is from the emperor...

She always felt that there was something strange about the gambling house that day.

If not, she could also find something to distract Yongchang Bo.

For example, getting back grandma's dowry and helping Yongchang Mansion clean out its warehouse.

Xie Yuheng smiled and looked at a certain little dumpling on the flower table who was practicing his acting skills seriously.

Yongchang's residence is not as rich as the Chi family's. Even though it's a little tiring, it's not impossible to get into the residence with illusions.

Outside Jianglinghou's Mansion, the servants from Yongchang Bo's Mansion still banged on the door and shouted:

"My master is the ancestor of the Marquis of Jiangling. Open the door quickly!"

"I advise you not to toast or eat as punishment. Uncle Yongchang can just beat these unfilial descendants to death!"

Meng Chang in the carriage was very relieved to hear that it was only natural for younger generations to be filial to their elders.

It was okay for parents from poor families to sell their children directly, and they were not subject to the jurisdiction of the court's laws.

How could he poison his own uncle and send him to prison like this little brat?

He felt heartbroken when he thought that his only son was now sent to suffer in a miserable place like Liangzhou.

If something unexpected happened, wouldn't he be dead?

Although Jianglinghou is a county prince, he is on the same level as him.

I thought I would never be able to express such bad breath in my life, but I didn’t expect hahahaha...

Meng Chang laughed out loud, it can be said that there is no end to the road.

I accidentally learned a few days ago that there is such a relationship between them.

He also asked a friend from the household department to check the household registration, and it turned out that his mother's name was his rebellious daughter - Meng Wanning.

Not to mention that Wu once said that the two are very similar.

A cold voice sounded from behind the crowd of onlookers.

"Yongchang Bo is so majestic. Those who don't know him think he is the King of Hell in hell. Whoever wants to die must die."

An old man held an umbrella with one hand and pushed a wooden four-wheeler with the other.

The person who spoke was the man riding on the four-wheeled vehicle.

He was thin and had no body below the knees.

"I don't know when my uncle beat the marquis to death and was not guilty."

"Is this a new script from Yongchang's residence? Or is it a sideshow learned by Yongchang, preparing to compete with Lianren for business?"

Every word the man spoke was filled with irony.

The boy's face turned red with anger and he stammered:

"You, what kind of onion do you think you are? It's not your turn to comment on the affairs of the uncle's house."

"During the Jiande period, the imperial censor of Zuodu of the Ducha Yuan was Pei Ji, the grandson of uncle Pei Tong."

"Meet uncle."

Pei Ji said he wanted to pay his respects, but he didn't make any move.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderbolt.

Taipingfang is adjacent to Shanhefang, and most of the residents in the two houses are officials.

Or maybe he comes from a wealthy family and is very familiar with the court's trends.

"Is there anyone alive in the Pei family?"

"A few years ago, I remember my father mentioned that the Pei family's affairs were rehabilitated. At the time, I thought it was strange. What's the point of rehabilitating the family after everyone is dead?"

"Alas, since Mr. Pei died..."

"I just want to know, is the Marquis of Jiangling the grandson of Uncle Yongchang?"

Meng Chang suddenly opened the curtain of the car, looked at Pei Ji in disbelief, and murmured: "Impossible, how can you still be alive..."

"Oh? Doesn't my uncle seem very happy to see his nephew alive?"

Pei Ji put his hand on the handle of the four-wheeler, suddenly changed his expression, and said sternly: "It turns out that you also know that you are sorry for my aunt!"

"When you asked to marry my aunt, you swore that you would live up to your promise in this life, and you had Mrs. Xun Guo as your witness."