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The two seals on the door are like birds flapping their wings, bringing the seizure of the Xie Mansion into every household in Kyoto.

From the dignitaries to the peddlers and pawns, as long as people are awake, they are talking about it. Of course, some people believe it, and some people don't.

Xie Jiulang's good master must not believe it. His apprentices do great things, so they don't care about doing anything small! For several days, the humble man ran among the courtiers he knew, vowing to clear Xie Jiurou's suspicion before he returned to Kyoto.

However, he underestimated the impact of the incident and the reaction of the ministers of the DPRK and China. If you have anything to do with Higashitani Hosaku, you can easily be convicted of communicating with foreign countries. Who dares to show his attitude on the cusp of the storm to avenge Xie Jiulang's grievances?

What's more, I still want to join the King of Jin, or sell a good job to King Xiang and ask for a good child.

Yang Xiangye, who supported the King of Jin from beginning to end, looked at the freehand landscape on the wall and sighed. He chose King Jin from the beginning, not to mention that even if there was no King Jin, he would not wronged himself to support King Xiang.

The accusation of Xie Jiulang was too sudden, and suddenly Yang Xiangye didn't think of how to deal with it, so the Criminal Department sent a head catcher to Fengshan to get people. After Cha Qingyuan became Jing Zhaoyin, he acted vigorously and resolutely, dealt with two pending cases, and showed his face to His Majesty. Even with Yang Xiangye, the recommender, he is also honored. But he is not a boss with Cha Qingyuan, and some of the words are a little clearer, and the taste changes. Xie Jiulang's matter is really difficult to do!

If only Xie Jiulang suffered, the key is whether it will affect the canonization of King Jin as the crown prince?!

Yang Xiangye glanced at the freehand landscape on the wall again, and he was too relieved. Take people with short hands and eat people with short mouths.

"Come on, helping others is helping yourself, don't worry so much! Anyway, give Xie Jiu a small life! Yang Xiangye curled his fingers and flicked the table, silently typing the draft. He doesn't care if others protect Xie Jiulang, anyway, he has to protect Xie Jiulang for the sake of King Jin. He is going to go to the road and tell His Majesty the Emperor that he is very serious, even if he wants to convict Xie Jiulang, he will have to wait until the edict of canonizing King Jin as the crown prince is issued.

When King Jin becomes the crown prince, Xie Jiulang will naturally be able to get out of trouble. The more Yang Xiangye thought about it, the more beautiful it became, shaking his head and humming two small tunes that were not in tune.

Humble Weng went around with Mr. Hua for a long time, and finally asked for the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion. If he hadn't been cornered, the clumsy man wouldn't have begged Wei Baohu for mercy. He was desperate, and he couldn't think of anyone else in Kyoto who could help him with this.

Wei Baohu and Wei Jia were talking in the hall.

Obviously, it is still the same eyebrows and eyes as before, but Wei Jia, who is a musician in Xixi Building, feels a little strange to Wei Baohu.

His little man has grown up.

Wei Baohu seemed to have forgotten all the cruel words he said before, and kept piling snacks on the plate in front of Wei Jia, "It's still delicious Daigo cakes at home, right?" ”

During the time Wei Jia came back, he kept eating cakes every day, but he couldn't eat enough.

"Well, it's delicious at home." Wei Jia's mouth was filled with Daigo cakes, and he said vaguely.

Wei Baohu had a smile in his eyes, and looking at Wei Jia's free food, his heart blossomed. Wei Baohu figured it out. Xiaoman wants to be a musician, so he will go. Anyway, I don't expect him to go into battle to kill the enemy. When others laugh, they make them laugh. Nothing is more important than the health of your children.

"Xiaoman, ...... you in Xixi Building"

Xixi Lou is a topic that the father and son have deliberately avoided for several days. Wei Baohu suddenly mentioned that Wei Jia was choked by him, and his face turned red.

Wei Baohu was shocked, stuffed the teacup into Wei Jia's hand, and said in a loud voice: "Hurry up, drink water, drink water!" ”

Wei Jia poured two mouthfuls of water, and finally smoothed down the Daigo cake that was blocked in his heart, and as soon as he took a breath of relief, he said solemnly to Wei Baohu: "Father, my son doesn't want to get married or make a career, so he wants to be a musician in peace." If you break your legs, you won't change your mind. ”

Wei Baohu looked at Wei Jia fixedly, remembering the night he first met Ding Mei many years ago, and sighed long.

The dim candlelight depicts the wrinkles at the corners of Wei Jia's eyes particularly delicately, and Wei Jia's heartstrings move slightly. Just when he broke free from the cage of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion and went to a broader world to pursue his dreams, his father quietly grew old.

"Father......" Wei Jia really wanted to take back all the disobedient and unfilial words he had just said, not a word of which was missing. But apart from calling his father, he couldn't say anything else.

Wei Baohu waved his hand weakly, "Everything you like." As for the marriage, it can be postponed. ”

"Father...... "If my father had said this a year ago, Wei Jia would have jumped up with joy. But now, he didn't feel happy, but deeply felt his father's pity for him, no less than the four drums.

"Xiaoman, since you want to do it, do the best one." Wei Baohu's warm palm was on Wei Jia's shoulder, and through the thin fabric, it conveyed encouragement and encouragement to Wei Jia.

"Hmm. Remember. Wei Jia raised his face and smiled in response.

The invisible iceberg between the father and son disappeared in Wei Jia's smile.

At this time, the servant came to report: "Master Hou, Mr. Humble Weng and Mr. Hua ask to see you." ”

Wei Baohu looked at the sky outside, and it was already dark.

"It must be for Xie Jiulang." Wei Baohu pondered for a moment, and then said: "Invite the two of them to come in and tell the kitchen to cook some flax porridge, I'm afraid the two of them won't even be able to afford a hot meal." ”

When Wei Jia heard that Mr. Hua was coming, his eyes lit up, and he wanted to stay, but he was afraid that his father would not allow it. Wei Jia rubbed his palms, and just wanted to beg aloud, Wei Baohu instructed him: "Mr. Hua is your mother's master, you will kowtow to him later, do you know?" Don't miss the courtesy. ”

Wei Jia nodded like pounding garlic, stood up and straightened his clothes and hair crowns, and followed Wei Baohu to greet him at the door.

Humble Weng and Hua Cun were busy all day long, and no one was willing to help them.

When they arrived at the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, they didn't have much hope, they just wanted to do their best to obey the destiny of heaven. Somehow, when Humble Weng saw Wei Baohu and Wei Jia standing against the candlelight at the door of the antechamber from a distance, he thought that this could be done.

Hua Cun had the same idea as him, and the two exchanged glances in front of Wei Baohu.

"Zigeng, it's really annoying to come and disturb so late." Hua Cun said apologetically.

"Mr. Hua is serious." Wei captured the tiger's polite kung fu, Wei Jia knelt down on his robe, "Master is on the top, please accept Xiaoman's worship." ”

Hua Cun hurriedly helped Wei Jia up and looked up and down, "Ah, this is Xiaoman!" ”

He vaguely recognized Ding Mei's outline, eyebrows and eyes from Wei Jia's face, "Okay! Good boy! ”

Hua Cun said, crying with joy.

Clumsy Weng's eyes also became sour. He thought of his beloved apprentice Xie Jiulang, who was falsely accused, and he couldn't help but lament again.

The four of them sat down, and the servant served porridge and water dishes. Wei Baohu said earnestly: "The two of you have some food first, and then it's not too late to talk." ”

The fragrant flax porridge exudes heat, and just looking at it can whet your appetite. The clumsy man shook his head at the porridge again and again, "How can I eat it." ”