Xian Sun of the Ning Mansion of the Red Chamber

Chapter 23 Yucun takes office, and people from southern Xinjiang

Jia Ying replied: "I think Mr. Donglai misunderstood. The student only mentioned the disadvantages of the relatives, but he didn't say that he would kill all the relatives."

Hearing the words, Fu Donglai narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Oh? Mingming's relatives have become big-time gravediggers in your mouth, why have they become bad habits again now? Young people, speak carefully .”

But the heart said: "Switching the concept secretly, it seems that the scheming is still impure"

Seeing Fu Donglai's face changed, Jia Ying was not flustered, and said unhurriedly: "Mr. Donglai, after listening to the students, since you mentioned the foundation, you must understand what the foundation of my career is? Is it? Of course it is! But for Daqian, isn’t Xunqi not?”

"The reason why Xunqi is evil is that it is the same foundation as the people, but swallows others to strengthen itself. If the court kills all the Xunqi who are the same foundation for the sake of the people, it is the same as the evil done by Xunqi , what's the difference?"

"That's why, no matter how evil the honor is, it can only be a long-standing evil. Since it is an accumulated evil, it only needs to be treated with good medicine and good medicine. How can we drive away the theory of extermination?"

To share the same relationship with the country, and to share the same relationship with the country, this is the promise of the Tian family to the nobles. Jia Ying said that the nobles are the foundation of the dynasty, and Fu Donglai naturally would not refute.

It's just that Fu Donglai has never seen such a cunning and discerning young man, and he can justify himself. It's just that he is so confused, which side is he on?Is it a human or a ghost?

Strong medicine is needed for serious illnesses, of course Fu Donglai knows, so it takes a child to tell him?Thanks to myself, I still found his words very interesting.
For a while, I felt clear and tasteless again.

But Jia Ying's long argumentative paper has only just begun, and the structure of the total score is only a total, and the arguments and countermeasures have not been discussed yet.

Just about to speak again, Fu Donglai waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's stop here today."

Jia Ying: "."

It seems that I failed this time in my defense, maybe Fu Donglai didn't like to say good things for the nobles by turning corners.

But Jia Ying is also difficult, his purpose is to keep his own lintel, if he comes up, he will offend all the nobles, I am afraid that before Emperor Jiade and Fu Donglai do it, those Hou Mengong who cannibalize people but don't spit out their bones The government swarmed up and divided the food of Jia's family.

Besides, what is a community of interests?

Now, Xungui didn't offend him, but at least Fu Donglai's visit ended in failure.

I saw Fu Donglai looked at Qi Sixian and said: "After all, the old man was entrusted by others. Although you didn't ask the old man, but the old man will not go back on what he said, so let's keep this opportunity. When do you think about it?" If you want it, come to the old man."

Then he said to Jia Ying: "Since she lives in your house, take good care of her and don't make her feel wronged. You all go, the old man is tired."

The two immediately resigned and left the Fu residence.

After the two left, Fu Donglai's spirit became flickering again, and he said to the door: "Ah Xiang, go and call Zhong Qing here!"

The old servant took his orders, then turned around and walked to the outer courtyard.

But he heard Fu Donglai's leisurely voice from behind him saying: "You come to the old man's study together with him!"

In the flat courtyard, the old servant almost stumbled, his face was sad, and he didn't know where he had offended the master again.

On the way back here, there was no sign of disappointment on Jia Ying's face. Whether it is to change a person's prejudice or to make a good impression on a person, it can't be done once or twice, and he didn't I have too much hope, if the fate of the Jia Mansion can be changed so easily by him, then the Red Mansion will not become a classic.

The only regret is that I haven't had time to ask Fu Donglai about Master Feng's situation.

As soon as I got back to the mansion, I heard from Steward Lai that two groups of foreigners came to pay respects today, and because he was not at home, the visitors only left two greeting cards and a letter.

Jia Ying couldn't think of any acquaintances in the capital, except maybe the Yungui scholars who came to the capital to take the exam, but they didn't know his identity.

After receiving the letter of greeting from Butler Lai, Jia Ying and Qi Sixian went back to their small courtyard.

Only then did he open the greeting card and the envelope to read.

There are two greeting cards, one is from Mufu in Nanjiang, the other is from Jia Yucun, and Jia Yucun also left a letter.

Looking at Mufu's greeting card, Jia Ying couldn't help showing a smile in her heart. They came, and the following things can be slowly rolled out.

I thought to myself: "Looks like I will take the time to meet up tomorrow, but I don't know which one is here. If I want to come, my grandfather will not send someone who is not familiar with him."

Turning around, he picked up the envelope left by Yucun, and gently opened it. Jia Ying was very curious why Jia Yucun would write a letter to herself. Could it be that there are some things that are not easy to speak to her face, so she made such a move?
It wasn't until Jia Ying read the contents of the letter that she understood what was going on, and felt a little regretful at the same time.

I saw Yucun wrote: "Second son Qingjian, Yucun pays homage. Since the same day when the same boat went north and left your house, it has been a few days. Yucun intends to choose another day to pay homage.

Unexpectedly, the young master's words became a prophecy that day, and Yucun under the Ministry of Officials went to Yingtianfu to serve as the magistrate of Shangyuan County. It was the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, and the ice edge on the river was about to rise. It happened that the southward ship was leaving the port today. Yucun regretted that he could not meet with the young master.

Yucun was deeply moved by the young master's advice that day.However, hearing the words of the young master that day, it seems that there are unfinished meanings, so Yucun kindly asks the young master to give you one or two more proverbs.The love is long and the paper is short, and there is no end to it, so I pray for it to be cherished. "

After reading Yucun's letter, Jia Ying couldn't help smiling, and said in her heart: "It seems that what I said that day has worked, but I didn't expect him to leave Beijing so soon, otherwise I should find time to see him two days ago, now"

Jia Ying calculated the time, and the letter from the south was estimated to be within January or February.

"It can't be too late to reply to Yucun, and of course it can't be too early. How can it be so easy to get the proverbs?"

Putting the trivial matters to the back of his mind, Jia Ying called Zhou Siwu to inquire about the repairs of the old house, took advantage of the quiet night to warm up his books for a while, and then fell asleep.

Early in the morning of the second day, Jia Ying crossed half of the capital to Shiyongfang.

A few days ago, Shiyongfang suddenly opened a spice shop, and the shopkeeper of that shop was very wealthy. As soon as he made a move, he bought a dozen or so shops on Xingqing Street, the most prosperous place in Shiyongfang, and connected them in a row. .

Such a large handwriting is rare even in the capital where wealth and honor gather, and it attracted a large number of people to watch.

Don't even mention that the shop has a lot of reasons, the scent spread all over the whole Xingqing Street shortly after the shop opened, and there are many spices on display, even none of which can be bought in the market.

Interested people only found out that the spices in this shop came from southern Xinjiang when they inquired about them, and even the truly rich might not be able to buy them.

Under the roots of the imperial city, the most indispensable are rich merchants and wealthy ladies who spend a lot of money.

So, on the first day of opening, business was booming.

Doing business in the capital does not mean that if you have good products and many customers, you will last for a long time. No, within a few days of opening, you were targeted by several nearby colleagues.

First, some green-skinned ruffians came to the door to make trouble, and they were beaten out by the shopkeeper with a group of buddies, and then taken away by the people from the anti-theft shop who came later.

After a few days of silence, an officer from the Clean Officials Department came to the door, saying that he had to pay taxes.

It wasn't long before the official clearing department left, the chief soldiers of the patrol battalion also came, and then the uncles of the embroidery guards, and it didn't come just once, sending them off the first day, and coming the next day.

As soon as the official and master came out, the common people walked around.People who are used to this kind of scene don't know that this shop has offended the people above.

Just when everyone thought that the shopkeeper was either bankrupt to avoid disaster, or that he was short of money, people from Nancheng Bingmasi came, and a dozen or so soldiers in armor sat in the tea shed at the door and did not go in to make trouble. , everyone was puzzled.

At this time, at the western entrance of Xingqing Street, the soldiers of the patrol battalion, who had been fishing for two or three days, came over with joyful faces.

Under the tea shed, the soldiers of the Nancheng Bingmasi suddenly put down the tea bowls in their hands, and greeted them according to the patrol battalion. Before they could react, the guys in their hands began to greet them.

A strange scene occurred on Xingqing Street, and a fight broke out with the patrol battalion in charge of public security in the capital and the Nancheng soldiers Ma Sidang Street.

The common people don't care which side you are on, just watch it if there is excitement, and the crowd around you applauds again and again.

At that time, the guards from the three anti-theft shops near Xingqing Street in Yongfang all came, but none of them dared to stand out, and their bosses were on both sides.

The arresters from Wanping County quickly walked around and left. The affairs of the military are not under their local control.

The patrol battalion consisted of only seven or eight people, and faced with twice the enemy's siege, they naturally fell short quickly.

A few people who caught a glimpse of the Embroidered Guard were mingling in the crowd to eat melons, and immediately shouted: "Brothers of the Embroidered Guard, soldiers and horses want to grab food from our mouths, don't even look at the men!" Go!"

There are only three types of military masters in the capital, one is the patrol battalion, the other is the Wucheng soldiers and horses, and the last is the embroidered clothes guard.

The first two are in charge of the security of the capital, and the common people can also see them on weekdays.

The latter are relatively rare, but no one dares to underestimate them.

When the soldiers and horses of Nancheng heard that the embroidered guards were also coming, they immediately stopped fighting and gathered together to take precautions.

Those in the patrol battalion can be beaten, and everyone is not one, but the embroidery guards are different, they are the emperor's personal guards, and they dare not make casual moves.

At this moment, a fast horse came over, and an officer immediately shouted: "The order of the five armies' governor's mansion is issued, the Nancheng soldiers and horses, and the patrol battalion will return to the battalion quickly, and those who leave without permission will be killed!"

The soldiers and horses of Nancheng listened, took orders from the messenger, and left without saying a word.

Everyone in the patrol battalion has become a bitter face. Although they are also under the jurisdiction of the Fifth Army Commander's Mansion in name, their direct superiors are not the Fifth Army Commander's Mansion. Returning to the camp, but not mentioning the handling of the party responsible for the accident.

What I don't understand is that someone is plotting against them, or the person behind them.

The embroidered clothes guard at the side saw it, and looked at the spice shop meaningfully, and the leading flag officer ordered: "Let's go, this shop will not be under our control from now on!"

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