Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 517 Holy Will is Like a Knife
Jia Cong and others chatted with Yingchun for a long time, and since it was inconvenient to disturb her rest for a long time, they went back to Dongfu.

After having lunch with Ruyi, he heard that Pang Chao had invited him to discuss matters, so he hurriedly went out to the study.

"Brother Cong, just now Jin Yiwei sent today's Zhu batch." Pang Chao handed over a booklet.

Jia Cong took it and took a look. It turned out to be an old case that Emperor Xifeng asked for review before he was sent to prison last time.

Fourteen old party officials were involved in the matter, and two other old party officials were slightly dug up, Lu Jie, the right minister of the Ministry of Justice, and Zhao Huaian, the right minister of the Ministry of Personnel. This was also what Jia Cong meant.

These two people put a lot of effort into putting themselves to death last time.

Especially Zhao Huaian, who seemed to be on good terms with Jia Zheng on weekdays, and even sold his face to promote Jia Yucun, but at the critical moment, he stabbed him in the back, showed no mercy, and was sinister and vicious. How could Jia Cong let him go.

The imperial pen and Zhu's approval: Investigate and handle in accordance with the law. The evidence should be handed over to the third division for questioning, and the Jinyi Guards will supervise the trial.

Jia Cong nodded secretly. His intention today was obviously not only to make this case a solid case, but also to convince the old party members. He was afraid that the old party officials would protect each other, so he specially ordered the Jin Yiwei to supervise it.

"What do you think, sir?"

Pang Chao smiled and said: "Now it is clear that we are going to attack the old party."

Jia Cong said: "Then what should we do?"

"Of course it's adding fuel to the flames. If the old ones don't go away, how can the new ones come in?" Pang Chao said with a smile.

"Is this good for us?" Jia Cong asked.

Pang Chao said: "Brother Cong can find an opportunity to speak at Jiang Zhongtang. If two good positions are vacant, the new party can at least get one of them. The other one, if I fight for it, I may not be able to get it."

Jia Cong understood something and hurriedly said: "Sir, you are talking about Jiangnan..."

Pang Chao nodded, took out a booklet from his sleeve, and said: "This is a magnificent article on the pros and cons of the new law written by Guan Puxin, the leader of the Zhenggong Party. Please ask Jiang Zhongtang to present it to the emperor, which will definitely make Long Yan very happy."

Nowadays, the emphasis of the new law is on Jiangnan. Let alone Guan Pu's own qualifications and talents. Even if he considers his intention to recruit Jiangnan scholars, he will definitely be attacked. "

Jia Cong marveled: "Sir, you have a lot of foresight. Did you think of today when you were in Jiangnan?"

Pang Chao said with a smile: "When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. It's natural. This move is just a small advantage. It is far from the goal of bringing the Jiangnan Society to the court and is not worth mentioning."

Jia Cong asked: "Sir, how can you be so sure that Jiang Zhongtang will help me instead of pushing his own people?"

Pang Chao smiled and said: "Prime Minister Jiang is a smart man, how can he win over the new party when he recommends his own people? What's more, the old party doesn't agree either.

Only those who promote Jiangnan have advantages that are incomparable to both the old and new parties.

For him, as long as it is neither new nor old, it is advantageous, and he recommends it with all his strength. If he wins an ally in advance, he will be no different from his own people. "

Jia Cong thought about it and said with a smile: "Sir, you are indeed very powerful. He can read the thoughts of all the princes in the court, just like reading the patterns on the palm of your hand."

"You're a little kid."

The two of them talked for a long time and decided on everything before ordering the Jin Yiwei to investigate the case.

Early the next morning, Jia Cong and Ruyi entered the palace.

Now that he is the consort, he can ride in the princess's carriage. He does not have to dismount his horse outside the Meridian Gate and walk in. Instead, he and Ruyi sit on the Fenghu Caiyu and go straight to the inner court.

Fengxu is very spacious inside, with carpets and mattresses, more than enough to seat seven or eight people. It even has a small bed, a small cabinet, a small table, and all the books, snacks, fruits, and drinks to relieve boredom.

Jia Cong enjoyed the royal "benefits" for the first time. He looked around curiously and said with a smile: "Yan'er, your horse is really luxurious. It makes me not want to ride a horse in the future."

Ruyi smiled and rolled her eyes at him, took out a bottle of wine and a white porcelain cup from several cabinets, and said: "Try the wine from Turpan as a tribute, it's better than Peach Blossom."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Yan'er, your wine glass is wrong. You should use a luminous glass to drink wine."

Ruyi was stunned, and suddenly remembered the part about cups he said in the book, and laughed and scolded: "The poor are very particular, so just use it and change it to a luminous cup next time." Jia Cong raised his hand and poured the wine into his mouth. He smiled evilly and said, "It doesn't have any taste, it's not as sweet as Yan'er's nectar."

"You're going to die. You can't hold back your words, so be careful and let people hear you." Ruyi cursed urgently and stretched out his hand to hit him.

Jia Cong smiled, went over and hugged her and fell on the couch, salivating and said: "What a good smoke..."

"Put me up and mess up my clothes carefully." Ruyi said angrily and pushed him hurriedly.

"Then come and mess with me. I'm not afraid of messing up my clothes." Jia Cong said shamelessly.

"Bah, you idiot, don't even think about it!" Ruyi scolded.

"Huh? What a Yan'er. He said that a good husband is the guide for his wife, but he pretended to surrender." Jia Cong said viciously.

Ruyi hurriedly begged in a low voice: "Good brother, I will let you go back to your home. It's so embarrassing to be outside in broad daylight."

Jia Cong lifted her delicate chin, kissed her on the lips, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, brother, I can withstand it. I promise not to make any sound. Hao Yan'er is very naughty, let's try it once."

"Fuck you, you are so stubborn. Who wants to be stubborn with you?" Ruyi said angrily.

Jia Cong begged and threatened in every possible way, but Ruyi reluctantly nodded shyly.

Suddenly, I felt that the carriage stopped, and a maid came out and said, "Princess, consort, we have arrived at the Longzong Gate."

Ruyi hurriedly raised her head, wiped the corners of her mouth, and spat in a low voice: "You're a dirty guy, and you haven't even put on your clothes yet."

Jia Cong sighed and said with a smile: "I'll continue at home later. It makes me unable to get up and down. It's so uncomfortable."

"Shameless little thief, it's my fault." Ruyi glared at him.

Jia Cong chuckled, pinched her cheek lightly, quickly packed up, and jumped out of the car. The princess could transfer to a soft sedan here, but he could only walk.

The two of them went in together, first went to Changchun Palace to meet the Queen, and met Yuan Fei on the way.

After receiving the Jiao ordination, he went out to see Emperor Xifeng in the Yangxin Hall.

In the Yangxin Hall, Emperor Xifeng was discussing matters with his ministers.

"Your Majesty, according to the forecast of Qin Tian Jian, there may be severe spring drought in northern Zhili, Shanxi, Hebei and the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River this spring. We should take precautions before it happens and build water conservancy projects to avoid natural disasters." Wan Ziyi, Minister of Industry, reported.

Feng Yuan pouted on the side, he knew it would be bad to ask me to come here, and he was asking me for money again.

The memorial said: "Your Majesty, the money that the former Marquis Huan brought to the capital is not included in the distribution of annual reports for Beijing officials and the maintenance of integrity, relief of snow disasters in the northern provinces, repayment of the arrears of various ministries last year, and payments to the millions of soldiers of the Beijing and frontier armies. There is really not much left in terms of food, salary and various expenses of the court.

We still have to leave some money for river construction, disaster relief, war prevention, banditry and other precautions. Now there is really no money in the treasury. "

Emperor Xifeng glared at Feng Yuan angrily. The fat man had never heard the word "rich" in his mouth.

In the past, it was just that the treasury was empty. In recent years, Jia Cong has made several large sums of money, but he still has no money. What a bastard!
If it weren't for the fact that Feng Yuan still had some ability to manage finances, and that he had managed to survive such hardships in the past few years and managed all the ministry affairs properly, Emperor Xifeng would have really wanted to relegate him to a remote place in a poor country. He has lived a truly poor life, which saves him from being called poor all day long.

Seeing that Wan Ziyi was frustrated and wanted to talk more, Feng Yuan smiled and said: "Wan Butang, if the spring drought is really urgent, why don't you lower your official rank and use the money for building the Yellow River to build water conservancy for you?"

Wan Ziyi was stunned and cursed secretly, saying that building the Yellow River is a sign of fatness, while the spring drought is a sign of thinness.

This damn fat guy actually wants to trade weight for fat. Only a fool can do it. Besides, if there is no money to build the river, and then the Yellow River floods, the Ministry of Industry will be blamed for the inability to build the river.

Yin forced a smile and said: "Since the treasury cannot be turned over for the time being, we can discuss this matter later."

Feng Yuan cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wan, for your understanding. If all my colleagues were as reasonable as Mr. Wan, I would not have to wear my belt as a low-ranking official."

(End of this chapter)