Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

In terms of being wronged, the King of Beijing Jing is not wronged. A small half of the Jinjiang Bookstore's business is supported by the imperial merchants who have traveled far and wide. It is possible to get online.

It is not so much a purchase as a filial piety.

Prince Jing of Beijing is not well versed in political affairs, but judging from his close relationship with the 24 Departments of the Inner Palace, it can be seen that this person is familiar with general affairs and economics.

Since he was hit hard, the relationship between the inner government has not been as good as before, so he can't help but set his sights on the Jinjiang Bookstore. Who doesn't know that the Ningrong Second Mansion is in a prosperous age of burning oil and flowers. As long as the Jia family is willing to help Well, maybe he can regain a place in Beijing.

In fact, he followed the same path as Yan Lingyun in the past. He was described as beautiful and modest, and those who met him felt like spring breeze turning into rain.Looking at it from the outside, it is impossible to see that this prince is only thinking about earning money to climb to a higher position.

Even though Jia Daihua was powerful, there were still many people who secretly complained about the injustice for King Beijing. If it were King Nan'an, who was the most dissolute and fun-loving among the four kings, try it, and it would be a good thing.

However, the King of Nan'an doesn't get involved in political affairs, he spends money if he has money, and doesn't spend money if he doesn't have money. He doesn't even rob people's daughters.

If it wasn't too eye-catching, Ming Su almost wanted to give him two beauties for his safety.

Let's say that today, as usual, the King of Beijing Jing sent a chief historian to Jinjiang Bookstore to inquire about it.

The Chief Historian took advantage of this errand to buy a lot of vernacular books at Jinjiang Bookstore, seeing that it was another old errand, he left the palace very happily.

In the end, before he had time to flip through the new book, he was pinned to the ground by two guards.

"Do you know who our master is?!" He struggled to say a standard line of dog legs, and stretched his neck to look up like a bastard.

I saw the concubine of Governor Liangjiang who stayed in the capital standing at the stairs, sneering and saying, "I don't know if I still arrest you, take it back and let the crown prince interrogate himself."

"Let go of me! Don't think that relying on Yan Lingyun's name... Mmmmm!"

Reflexively, Xiao Lin grabbed a piece of rag from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. He still persuaded him conscientiously, "You just met me. If our Duke is here, don't want your tongue."

Seeing that the chief historian was still struggling, they had no choice but to act in a hurry, give him a good beating first, and let him be more honest.

When Jia Amnesty saw the chief historian at his home, the chief historian was no different from a pig's head, he was a little speechless, "Can't you be gentler? Your face is swollen, can you still speak clearly? "

Xiao Lin defended, "The main thing is that you have to be hammered to understand people's speech, and the subordinates also find it strange. But I shot lightly and my teeth didn't fall out, so I should be able to hear clearly."

The Chief Historian was actually Jiang Ziyu who said it was unusual. With a pig-headed face, he slowly sat up by himself, "I am a high-ranking official after all. Is Rong Guogong going to use lynching?"

"I'm just investigating a case by His Majesty's orders, so please come back and ask questions." After Jia Amnesty said, he seemed to be talking to himself, "If the title of Prince Jing of Beijing is gone, this chief historian will not be regarded as a high-ranking official." Right? If he goes to farm, he can help plant rice seedlings."

Even the beggars in the capital know that Jia She is favored, and sometimes they will say something envious. I heard that the emperor's little brother lives in the palace. I don't know if the pillows used are made of gold.

The Chief Historian coughed twice, spit out one of his front teeth, and held back his anger, "Even if the Ministry of Punishment investigates the case, it's not as big as Shizi."

Seeing Jia She glaring at him, Xiao Lin moved two steps away to a place where Jia She couldn't kick him, "It's because his teeth haven't grown in properly, it's not the subordinate's fault."

Jia Amnesty didn't bother to pay attention to him, he swiped the tea cup with the lid, smiled and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so stubborn in front of me, what is the Ministry of Punishment, as long as I think about it, the six ministers are nothing more than that in front of me. Tell me, who instructed you to include such deceptive rumors in the books of Jinjiang Bookstore? Is it the King of Beijing, or someone else?"

He has been reading the new book The Secret History of the Demon Concubine for the past two days.

The original words are, what is a concubine De, as long as I think about it, even the empress, the wives inside and outside the imperial capital will kneel at my feet.

It's a pity that such lines are not suitable for sale in the market. If those real women find out, not to mention tearing down the bookstore, they will also peel off his skin.

Jia She thought to himself that he had to emphasize the policy to the scholars who were produced, that they must be harmonious and patriotic.

A few pieces of colored paper as evidence were timely placed in front of the chief historian.

The Chief Historian flipped through it a few times, then shook his head and said, "I've never seen such a piece of paper, is your son ready to be tortured?"

Jia Amnesty drew his thoughts from the matter of the demon concubine, "You do have a bit of backbone, yes, I appreciate it very much. If it wasn't the King of Beijing who instructed you, then it was Prince Yi?"

Prince Yi is the fourth son of the first emperor, Ming Song born of Concubine Yan.

"I don't know what the son is talking about." The chief historian still bit him to death and refused to admit it.

"Tsk tsk, I like to break hard bones." Jia She untied the purse at his waist, poured out a few small paper rolls from it, and unwrapped a back, "On the first day of August, you will send incense money for King Beijing, and by the way The maid beside Concubine Yi said a stick of incense. Don't tell me that the two of you secretly had an affair behind your master's back, so I have no choice but to go to Prince Yi's mansion to complete your marriage."

As he spoke, he poured out another one, "Oh, you already have a wife and son, so let me be your concubine. Your son is about to be enlightened, do you want to recommend a good husband to you?"

"It turns out that the girl's father is still a scholar. If you think it's a coincidence, her father works in Jinjiang Bookstore and has also contributed a few books. But since this summer, he has quit his job and invited people everywhere. He asked relatives and friends to act as matchmakers for his daughter, saying that the concubine is benevolent, and she will release his daughter soon."

After a few paper rolls came down, Jia Amnesty made it clear even the baby name of the child in the chief historian's family. He piled up the paper rolls in the lid of the cup and burned them, while laughing, "Can we say it now?" ?”

The Chief Historian was covered in blood and sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water. He gritted his teeth and said, "I only let it go once. Really, I didn't dare to do it again after hearing nothing happened."

Jia Amnesty shook his head, "You're still dishonest, that's all. Mr. Jiang, didn't you say that you have made a new medicine, give him a try."

Jiang Ziyu was still in shock. He seemed to see a glutinous rice dumpling turned into a little fox with a big tail hidden. After a few days, the little fox transformed into a big tiger again.

If Tiger Benshe knew, he would definitely tell Jiang Ziyu, "I am a Pixiu, thank you."

And what Pixiu didn't know was that when he was holding the chief historian and tortured him, the Bowling Marquis' mansion welcomed another distinguished guest.

"I'm bothering the old Hou Ye. I thought it was still early to pick up people, so I came over for a cup of tea." Ming Su said, "How is Xiao Hai?"

"It's not good. Marquis Lin's illness is recurring, and he's suffering in his heart. I'm planning to send him back to Gusu." Master Shi Laohou said and pointed to the fruitful grapes on Ming Su's head, "The other one is to avoid Duke Rong. My son, lest His Majesty knock down the grape trellis."

Ming Su smiled slightly, "Old Hou Ye is talking nonsense again, it can be seen that the root cause of the disease is not broken, it is better to drink some medicine."

Old Master Shi was not his uncle who was afraid of drinking medicine, so he just took a sip of tea after listening to it, "Your Majesty might as well drink some soup and medicine, so as not to get angry when you know the truth, wouldn't you lose your imperial demeanor."

"What's the truth? When did the old Hou master learn to play tricks?"

"The prince has been active in Beijing for the past few days because of those papers." Although Old Master Shi lowered his eyes, he still observed Ming Su's expression attentively.

He has honed this technique to perfection over the years. Sometimes, he does not need to use his mind to see things, but his heart, so that he will not be discovered.

Ming Su would not think that the old man brought it up for no reason, so he said flatly, "If you want to say it, then say it, if you don't say it, forget it."

Don't leave any more clues to the old man.

Old Master Shi's eyes flashed, and he laughed, "Your Majesty, don't be so guarded. I'll just say it. Have you ever thought that the prince himself put these papers in?"

Ming Su said without thinking, "No."

"This is the crux of the problem." Old Master Shi tapped his finger on the table, "I'm afraid Your Majesty has been tricked, and even I have been deceived. You and I both know that there can be no seamless The thing is, it must be this seam that caused us to be negligent, and now there is no problem in any link, and the people who follow are also loyal, so this seam can only happen to Shi Zi."

Ming Su didn't speak, he was recalling Jia She's behavior, it was still the same as before, stupid, he refused to let him make a bet.

"I won't look at Xiao Hai anymore, I'm leaving." Ming Su didn't even pick up anyone, and went back to the palace directly.

After finishing his sowing discord, Old Master Shi felt comfortable, and he cupped his hands, "The old minister respectfully sends you off to Your Majesty."

Let you little bastard even prepare to earn the old man's money, the old man has to teach you why flowers are so popular.

Sanqi didn't expect Ming Su to return to the palace in such a hurry, her face was quite ugly, she secretly looked at his face and said, "Did the old Hou Ye tell you about Duke Rong?"

"What did you say?" Ming Su paused when he got into the car, "What's the matter with Mr. Rong Guo?"

Rong Guogong's son is indeed about to have trouble soon.

"News came from Guangdong and Guangxi, saying that Mr. Rong Guo had an illegitimate daughter who had been raised outside until she was 13 years old, only one year younger than the second son." Sanqi's neck was chilling, and the subtext was the emperor, your uncle. Probably green.

Ming Su borrowed some strength from his arm, sat firmly on the carriage, and said calmly, "Is Duke Rong dead already? Give me the obituary."

His tone was serious, and he wasn't joking at all. Sanqi's cold sweat finally came down, and he wiped his forehead carefully, "I'm not dead. I heard that Rong Guogong has sent this lady to Beijing, and she should be on her way now."

The author has something to say: Jiang Ziyu: Do I have another chance!suddenly excited.gif

Note: 1. The author intends to let them pass on the description of King Jing in the original book.

Thank you xueyeliangyi for the mine, memoda is not enough to express love, =3=