Xuan Tomb Mountain is located on the shore of Taihu Lake, it is a place with pleasant scenery, but when they climbed up, the situation of Panxiang Temple was a little bleak, this temple was originally Miaoyu's, and the Xing family rented it with Miaoyu at the beginning, which shows that Miaoyu's early net worth was very expensive.

It's just that it's easy for people to be down, it's hard to start a business, and it's hard to keep it. The officialdom has lost power, and it is even more treacherous, it is impossible to predict, what kind of official family Miaoyu turned out to be, and I have never heard her talk about it, probably she left home at a very young age, and her memory is not very clear, especially after experiencing all kinds of washing with time, people who have seen something clearly, let alone mention the past.

They are lightly dressed, when they arrive at Taihu Lake, the season has entered the cold winter, only the cold plum blossoms stand proudly on the mountain, the road of the two mountain gates, no one has cleaned it for many years, the fallen leaves and dust are silted, only the plum blossom fragrance smells better, into the mountain gate and the lobby, Jia Cong shook his head and said: "Although this kind of place is clean, it is not good to stay for a long time, and it will not communicate with the world, you are so young and beautiful, it is strange not to be coveted, be careful of the water thieves of Taihu Lake." ”

"That's probably how I live." Her master's grave is on the mountain behind the temple gate, and the two worshipped together, and Miaoyu led him to visit the various halls again, including the place where Xing Xiuyan once lived, but there were more cobwebs, and he asked his subordinates to clean them before going to the clean room to rest.

In this clean room near the back door of Panxiang Temple, Miaoyu played her skills in cooking tea, and made a few cups of good tea, in the antique antique tea vessel, there are very few tea leaves, only a few sparse leaves, but the shade is suitable, bitterness and astringency remain between the lips and teeth, and soon there is an aftertaste, Jia Cong enjoys this life.

"It's time for you to go, I don't want to go out, I want to be clean for a while." Miaoyu walked over and stood beside Jia Cong.

Jia Cong rolled his eyes: "I don't worry about you." ”

"Besides, I lost the wonderful person like you around me, I will make sure that I don't think about tea and rice, and taste the same wax." Jia Cong opened his eyes and said nonsense, because of Xing Xiuyan's stubble, he didn't dare to face Miaoyu, and his clever tongue was like a spring: "The beautiful scenery of Suzhou is beautiful, I remember Su Dongpo said, if you don't visit Tiger Hill in Suzhou, it's a pity, I'm not bored alone." ”

"Isn't Xuan Tomb Mountain bad?" Miaoyu was secretly funny, she knew what the hell Jia Cong was thinking, now, he has women in Yangzhou, Jinling, and Suzhou, will he have to raise them in Hangzhou and Huizhou in the future? is really as she said, it is not so much that the world is full of peaches and plums, but that there are wives and concubines all over the world.

Seeing Miaoyu's meaningful eyes, Jia Cong pulled up her soft palm and made bells and whistles: "It's good to have you, without you, this lake and mountains will not be beautiful." ”

She is used to his faceless and skinless, thinking about it, she is still a little unconvinced, although she has no family background now, in the end, her appearance, talent, and temperament are not lost to any woman who Jia Cong, even Daiyu praised her as a "poet fairy", and when she was thinking about it by Jia Cong, she suddenly had a hot mouth, and felt that her whole body was paralyzed.

"Hmm......"

After a long time, she shrunk her slender and white right leg with a half-untied skirt, a faint body fragrance and the irritating smell after the intense, and it still filled the air, Miaoyu got up lazily, bit her lip lightly, and sighed in her heart: "I really can't leave you at this time." ”

……

Yang Qinghe stood at the head of the civil servants in the Daming Palace, and his lowered eyes contained a little tiredness, and this first assistant looked more and more old.

As early as a few days ago, Emperor Yongle, the god of death, sent a secret edict to let him enter the palace to answer and ask about the three princes.

Because Emperor Yongle is not a son-in-law, coupled with the performance of King Yu and Jia Cong, and the secret factional struggle, Yang Qinghe no longer insists on standing up, but says: "Prince Yu can not only keep it, but also calm down the discussion." ”

He was sure that the emperor had already written the edict of succession after that, Yang Qinghe said so, although there was Jia Cong's icing on the cake, it was more because of the situation, King Yu was not as vicious and ruthless as the other two, and he could preserve the vitality of the country.

But this incident made Yang Shoufu firm in his resignation, he knew very well that after the word spread, it would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the people of the other two kings, no matter what he said or which one he supported, he was destined to not be able to stay for a long time afterwards, but fortunately, he was already an old dragon clock, and his heart for fame was not so eager.

Because of this, many of the cabinet's twists and turns are being delayed, including Jia Cong's affairs, which cannot be dealt with for the time being.

"Ministers of civil and military affairs, the emperor has an order, please come into the warm pavilion." Dai Quan came out and proclaimed the decree under the steps.

On the side of the civil officials, there are four auxiliary ministers, Yang Qinghe, Wang Yingyuan, Zhang Fenyi, and Yu Chenglong, and on the military attaché's side, there are Zhenguo Gong and Jingying Governor Tongzhi Niu Qing, Liguo Gong Liu Biao, Beijing Wang Shui Rong and other lords and their descendants have real power.

These people have now become ministers of life.

The guards of the palace are now strict to the extreme, and Prince Yu and Prince Zhongshun in Beijing can only stay in the mansion obediently.

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In Yulin Town, Shaanxi, a thin man, sitting alone in the tent, compared with Prince Zhongshun's Fafu and King Yu's medium stature, he is more handsome, with a square face, which is the standard appearance of the imperial examination, but the temperament is a little gloomy.

Qin Wang Ling's eyes stared fiercely at the location of Yanjing on the map, he was the first choice, and he was also relied on, the only prince who held part of the military power, the old emperor was seriously ill and there was news that King Yu had also gone back, why was he still here? I'm really unwilling......

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In Suzhou, thousands of miles away, Jia Cong, who did not receive the instructions of the imperial court, seemed to be at ease, but he paid attention to the newspaper that came to Suzhou Mansion from time to time, and talked freely with Shen Hao, the prefect of Suzhou, and Wang Dacheng, the sub-inspector, for a few days.

Although he is a little worried, he should still eat, drink, so far, he has not obviously been involved in the dispute between the princes, and his merits, there will always be a day when the heavens will listen, and there are many people in the background, and they will not die.

When he came back from Xuanshan Mountain, he did not go directly to Wujiang Xing's house, but sent someone to deliver a message and asked about the situation.

In addition, the political envoy stationed in Suzhou Mansion also came to invite him a few times, and Jia Cong also walked around a few times.

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Jia Fu also fell into an anxious wait.

"After Cong'er went south, he has been impeached twice, it can be seen that this sea is full of waves, like facing the abyss, like walking on thin ice......" Jia Zheng sat opposite the eldest brother, sighed with emotion, and sighed to the sky.

Jia Yu didn't say a word, Jia Lian was still a little anxious, and Jia Baoyu was nested in the corner, not interested in it at all.

The current Jia Cong has reached a point where Jia Baoyu can't imagine.

Mrs. Wang, who was in the landlord's yard in the east ear of Rongxi Hall, felt happy, but she was also worried that without Jia Cong's support, they would be even more sad, maybe it would be the footsteps of the Zhen family.

Xue Baochai seems to have become the backbone of the younger generation of female dependents, and the girls all gathered in her room to talk, some were worried, and some thought that Master Cong was afraid that she would not be able to do it.