"The public is not the public, the opposite is not the same, and the banquet tonight has been slandered;"

"Willow is (Wei) grass, jade is fake (Jia), and the Ming Dynasty changed his surname to return home."

Rongguo Mansion, in the Jinhuang Jade Gui Hall.

Wu Yong came to Liu Xianglian to die in prison, and read the rumors with Jia Zhishen, and he couldn't stop sneering.

"What do the people of the market know? Those who are so bold against the party dare to use excuses to satirize the Prime Minister's Mansion. It's been a hundred times since Liu Xianglian died, but who spread it this time, we must find out thoroughly!"

Jia Zhishen heard this, but slowly shook his head and said, "Xiao Hanlin advised me that it is better to block this matter, and it is not good to make the middle of the road to the eye."

"Prime Minister!"

Wu Yong hurriedly persuaded: "As the saying goes, 'words are like knives', the people are ignorant, listening to the wind is the wind, listening to the rain is the rain, where can you let this rumor ramp up, and ruin the reputation of the prime minister? In my opinion, Xiao Rang has ill intentions, that is, he should ask this villain!"

Jia Zhishen looked at Wu Yong, who stepped forward with righteous indignation, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but smile.

The sun and the moon are gone, and the years are not with me.

The southern side of the city in the back of the year is now also with white hair on his temples and a vicissitudes of life.

Although there are often poisonous tricks, it is difficult to ignore, but when it comes to loyalty to oneself, I really don't know where to find such a brother.

"I originally wanted to be kind to the people of the world, but everyone regarded me as a female cadre......

Jia Zhishen said this, laughing at himself: "It's no wonder that the emperor's position has been passed down for thousands of years, and now he is simply locked in the palace by the Sprinkle family."

"And let the people of the world go, and there will always be people in the future who will remember my benefits."

Wu Yong became more and more puzzled when he heard this: "Pedants really can't understand the meaning of the prime minister."

While speaking, Wang Xin and Caiming, the two stewards of the Rong Mansion, came in from the back hall.

Seeing that Grandpa Guo was meeting guests, the two didn't dare to disturb, and only waited at the small door on the side.

When Jia Zhishen saw these two people, he got up.

"That's it, since the pedant has this meaning, you can take care of those few rumors."

Jia Zhishen said to Wu Yong again: "I didn't go last time, and there has been a lot of bad luck in the mansion recently, and my wife wants to go to Xuanzhen Temple to fight Jiao again. I'll go with you for a few days, and I'll look at the capital with you."

Wu Yong was inexplicably panicked when he heard this.

Jia Zhishen originally didn't go, but Sister Feng said that she would take the opportunity to pray for the patients at home.

Thinking that Xiangyun had been sick in bed for several months and had not recovered, he agreed to this matter.

Wang Xin and Caiming came to urge the departure.

Wu Yong, the housekeeper of the inner house, couldn't stop it, so he only suppressed his heart palpitations, and then asked, "Liu Xianglian is dead, how to deal with the people of the Liu family and the Wei family?"

Wu Yong then said: "If it is according to my wishes, it is better to behead all of them and abandon the market, so as to set an example and suppress the thoughts of those who oppose the party, which is the most appropriate."

Jia Zhishen was about to leave, but when he saw that Wu Yong was about to come over with this difficult matter, he couldn't help but stop and think for a while, and his eyebrows tightened.

"I still let those two families go earlier."

"Liu Xianglian's matter is his own action, there is no reason to affect innocent people, this cruel thing is not mentioned."

After that, Jia Zhishen turned to the side door, said a few words to Caiming, and went to the backyard.

Wu Yong sat in the Jinhuang Yugui Hall for a while, the doubts between his eyebrows could not be dispelled, he pondered for a while, and finally woke up like a dream.

'At the beginning of spring, the county lord of Suizhou married the palace in advance! "

A palpitation came, Wu Yong got up and chased out the door in a panic.

……

Everyone in Rongguo Mansion has come out of the middle gate, and it is as lively as usual.

The powerful and noble families inquired about the purpose of the Rong Mansion, and when they heard it, they were going to the Xuanzhen Temple outside the capital, and they were all shuddered.

The last time Rongguo Mansion went to Xuanzhen Temple, Prince Zhongshun was gone halfway, and he still hasn't come down.

Now that he is going again, who would dare to provoke him?

"Stop!"

"Zhuma!"

Wu came with a flying horse, and he was anxious to pull the strings

Harness the reins.

If it weren't for the fact that many people in the ranks recognized him, someone would have come over and restrained him and dragged him away.

As a result, the chariot stopped for a while, and Jia Zhishen appeared.

Wu Yong threw himself out of the car and said in a panic: "Prime Minister! Isn't it in your mind?"

When others heard this, they felt grotesque for no reason.

Jia Zhishen looked at the panicked Wu Xuexue, and frowned for a while and did not answer.

"Prime Minister!"

Wu bowed down with a mournful voice and said bitterly: "The prime minister is virtuous and a heavenly man, Wu Yong was originally a native man, he was humiliated by Xiao Xiaoxiao, and he was saved by the prime minister and enjoyed his wealth. For decades now, it has all depended on the prime minister's gains, and Wu Yong has also sacrificed his liver and guts, and he does not dare to lose it——"

"Drain your liver?"

Jia Zhishen stopped Wu Yong's words and asked, "Do you know that the lady returned to the capital from Suizhou with me that year, and lost 30,000 taels of silver, who took it?"

"This ......"

Wu Yong was speechless, his eloquence was completely unspeakable, and he burst into tears for a while, so he had to bow down again.

Jia Zhishen retracted his gaze and looked to the side.

That is, there is an internal history and a shout.

Circumvent Wu Yong and go again.

"-Brother!"

Wu Yong got up and stumbled after him, tears falling from his face.

"No matter what, don't give up the military power of the Beijing camp, otherwise, I will die without a place to be buried!"

The entourage of Rongfu faintly stopped Wu Yong, and the chariot did not stop, and walked away.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the steward Cai Ming to leave the army and ride over to find Wu Yong.

"Pedantic Master..."

Cai Ming got off his horse to help Wu Yong, and said, "My grandfather said that the third master of Cong should go to the Jingying camp. It just so happens that the second master of Ning Mansion passed away, leaving no heirs, and the third master Cong wants to pass on to the old lady to be the patriarch, and you will take care of these things together."

Wu Yong's expression recovered slightly, nodded, and sighed.

Looking back at the chariot driving away, he couldn't say half a sentence after all.

In the end, Wu Yong turned over and got on the horse and hurriedly turned around.

……

Before noon, everyone in Rongguofu arrived in front of the gate of Xuanzhen Mountain.

The guards were dressed in bullfighting costumes and guarded around the chariot.

Before the view, only the bells and drums could be heard, and the master had already led the Taoist priests to greet them on the side of the road.

All the masters of the Rong Mansion never showed up, and only sent the steward to arrange to speak.

Carrying the sedan chair into the mountain gate, Sister Feng took a few brothers and sisters to come forward and watch and play layer by layer.

When he entered the second-floor mountain gate, he sent a message to the people behind him to stay outside, so as not to disturb the purity of the immortal family.

Jia Zhishen worshiped the clay tire icon in the front hall, and when he went out, he saw that the master of Xuanzhen Temple was on the side, and said with a smile: "Guanyu is all thanks to the worship in the house, how dare you not be unreasonable, all the gods, the temple on the mountain, and a few little Taoist priests remember. I'm afraid that the grandfather and wife of the country have something to explain, and the judge has been here for days."

Jia Zhishen nodded and ordered one more prayer***.

The Taoist priest in charge naturally agreed again and again, arranged it, and prepared it on the same day.

Since the death of Jia Jing in the Ning Mansion, the worship in the Xuanzhen Temple is not as good as before. Now that the grandfather and wife of the Jia family have arrived, the opportunity is rare, and the Xuanzhen view is naturally flattering.

Jia Zhishen said that he prayed for Xiangyun, and did not leave a Taoist priest in front of him, and heard that Sister Feng was listening to the play inside, so he didn't bother, but only called a little Taoist priest to guide the way, and walked around the Guanyu.

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