"Daddy, my son has caused you *** annoyance!"

Jia Cong lay on the table and wrote letters, chattering non-stop.

"It's over, I didn't offend Liu Xian for a long time, why did I get involved in Prince Yizhong's mansion again? Am I born unlucky?"

The person standing behind the Xilin School is the eldest son of the former prince and the old prince of Yizhong, Liu Ye, the current Prince of Yizhong.

"Brother Cong, isn't he just an imperial grandson, even his uncle dares to beat him, what does it matter if he beats another imperial grandson?"

Xue Pan admired Jia Yu very much, and dared to beat Jia Yu, who was the son of the saint, and the dumb overlord felt that this was the life it should be.

"Alas! It would be nice if I just beat the emperor's grandson, I'm afraid that my father will be involved by Liu Ye."

Jia Cong put down the pen in his hand and scratched his head in distress, and his originally neat bun was messed up.

"Brother Xue doesn't know, my father is the former prince and former minister, the kind who is loyal. Although Liu Ye is only the eldest son of the first prince, he is now the prince of Prince Yizhong, and he is the only incense bloodline of the first prince."

Jia Cong sighed and explained to Xue Pan: "Liu Ye has created such a big force in Jiangnan to influence the officialdom of Jiangnan Shilin, what is his purpose? Of course my dad wouldn't rebel with him, but ...... How so? I can see that my father is worried about the former prince's admonition to kill himself, and I am afraid that he will be soft-hearted for a while and will be used by Liu Ye."

Xue Pan didn't understand, he was almost bald when he scratched his head, but he didn't figure out the secret.

"I didn't understand!"

"Ugh...... To put it simply, I'm worried that my father will be pulled by Liu Ye to rebel together!"

Xue Pan was shocked, "Huh? Rebel? Is the Emperor still alive? Your Majesty has been on the throne for several years, and you are still rebelling?"

Jia Cong spread his hands and said, "Look, even Brother Xue, you can see clearly, our Royal Highness Prince Yizhong still thinks that he is the eldest son of the crown prince and is dreaming of being an emperor!"

Why does Brother Cong use Lian...... All......?

Xue Pan touched his nose and felt that this was a bit ambiguous, but he couldn't figure it out.

I heard Jia Cong still muttering to himself: "Alas, what can I do about this? Over the years, I don't know how many people have avoided dealing with Prince Yizhong's mansion, but my father is still afraid of the righteousness of the monarch and ministers of the year, not only will he send a festival gift on three festivals and two birthdays, but he has also secretly helped a few times. Alas......"

Xue Pan listened for a while, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he patted his head and said, "This is not simple, let's just offend Prince Yizhong's mansion to death?" If it doesn't work, you will beat Liu Ye up after returning to Beijing. Anyway, in his heart, the pardon must be the most important son of yours, can he still give up your son to help the son of the first prince?"

Well?

The idea......

It's so fucking practical!

The matter in Jiangnan can't be delayed any longer, the water here is too muddy, and he needs to rush back to the capital as soon as possible to completely cut off the connection between his family and Prince Yizhong's mansion.

No, it's not just Prince Yizhong's Mansion, but also the Zhen family!

God, are the people of the Jia family and the two mansions so brainless? Who are you befriending?

The Zhen family and Liu Xi and Wang Ziteng behind it, and now there is another Liu Ye, who is full of ambitions and plans to pull his family into the pit.

"No, I have to go back to Beijing as soon as possible......"....

Hearing Jia Cong say to himself that he wanted to return to the capital, Xue Pan was overjoyed.

He exclaimed, "You want to go back to Beijing? But you must bring my brother with me!"

"Who wants to go back to Beijing?"

Crunch, the door was pushed open, Xue Baochai came in with a maid with refreshments, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Jia Cong sitting behind the table.

Jia Cong sighed, "Something happened, I have to go back to Beijing as soon as possible to deal with it. Brother Xue is clamoring for me to take him to the capital, isn't this just talking."

"Yes, Brother Cong's return to Beijing has not yet been decided, don't I also want to go to the capital to see, I haven't been there yet!"

Xue Pan said as he scratched his head and smiled.

Baochai looked at the two people in front of him whose hair was scratched, and smiled.

"You two discuss things, and you discuss things, always

What do you do scratching your head? Ying'er, you put your brother's hair in a bun."

After she turned around and said a word to the maid who put down the refreshments, she walked behind Jia Cong, stretched out her hand and pressed Jia Cong, who wanted to get up, and said, "Didn't you say that you and your brother were going out in a while? How can you do with messy hair?"

As he spoke, Baochai took off the crooked golden crown hosta and slowly helped Jia Cong arrange her hair in a bun with a comb.

The girl didn't do anything, but she made Jia Cong blush.

"Girl, Third Master Cong is still shy!"

Ying'er is the confidant of Baochai's henchmen, the two have been together since they were children, and they are like sisters, and they will see that their own girl is just helping to tidy up her hair bun, and she actually made Jia Cong blush, and she couldn't help but blurt out.

Xue Pan turned his head to look and saw Jia Cong, who was even red on his neck, patting his thigh and laughing.

"Brother Cong is actually shy? It's almost steaming with a red face!"

Xue Baochai tilted his head to look at the shy little fat man, and for some reason, he suddenly boldly reached out and pinched Jia Cong's red little fat face.

It's fun!

Jia Cong was originally shy, but suddenly there was a faint fragrance from the tip of his nose, and he felt that his face was pinched, and he subconsciously turned his head......

Baochai, who was wearing pink and light makeup, was close at hand, and Jia Cong's face turned even redder all of a sudden.

"Sister Xue......"

Baochai giggled, "You call me sister, what's so embarrassing? Sit down, I'll help you finish combing your hair, and I'd like to ask Brother Cong for help."

With this small episode, Jia Cong's original impatience went a little bit.

After Baochai skillfully put the golden crown back on for him, Jia Cong asked, "Sister Xue, is there anything I can help with?"

"Coincidentally, my mother and I had discussed closing the business in Jiangnan and planned to join my uncle in Beijing. Now that Brother Cong is going back to Beijing, I don't know if I can let my family go with me, after all, Brother Cong has Yu Linlang by his side, and the journey of a thousand miles will be a lot less trouble."

In fact, Xue Baochai is not only because of this reason, her heart is full of worries about the trip to the capital.

The family had to go north, but she really didn't want to take the road paved by her uncle. Entering the palace election, can she really fight out of it and become a high-ranking princess?

Besides, if she enters the palace, what will the Xue family do? Mother has a soft personality, and my brother is ...... Don't mention it.

Alas! Now she can only try to use the power of Rong Guofu to resist her uncle's persecution.

Although Baochai's sigh was very soft, Jia Cong, who had excellent hearing, still heard it. ….

It seems that Sister Xue is not only worried about the safety on the road, there should be a reason.

Jia Cong didn't hesitate, nodded and said, "What's this? Anyway, it's the same journey, if we are together, we can still have a companion on the road. In this way, you first close the business with your aunt, and I will go to meet someone, and after dealing with the affairs of Jinling, we will go to Yangzhou first, and then set off to the north."

……

Coming to the Qinhuai River again, Xue Pan took Jia Cong to visit the famous fireworks holy land of Daxia slowly. Sure enough, on prostitution...... On traveling with the United States, it has to be the flowers that the group of scholars play.

Xue Pan took Jia Cong to board a luxurious and elegant painting boat, and soon the painting boat arrived at the center of the Qinhuai River.

Although it was the middle of October and the weather was slightly cool, it did not hinder these scholars who traveled with the United States from splashing ink at all.

"Brother Jin is so literate, everyone is drunk in shallow water, and the autumn wind picks flowers and flowers. This poem is really written to enchant and bewitch people......

"It's extreme, it's extreme, I admire it, and it's worthy of Jinke Xie Yuanlang."

"That is, if it weren't for Uncle Jin's illness three years ago, Brother Jin needed to serve the sick, how could he have the position of Zhang Zhengju's Xie Yuan?"

"That's it, I am a dignified person, I actually cling to the powerful, and I went to work as a lawyer to earn black-hearted silver, I really don't deserve to be the same scholar as me!"

……

On the other side of the painting boat, a group of scholars in wide robes and long sleeves are taking a few singers and young gentlemen, complimenting the young man in the center.

patted the horses, not to mention, but even pointed the finger at the king of lawsuits and the extralegal maniac

Apprentice, Cong Sanye's newly recognized brother Zhang Zhengju.

How can this make the third master of Cong endure it?

"Brother Xue, it stinks so much here! I don't know who's farting, it's so smoked that people can't sit still."

Xue Pan, who was sipping a fine wine and whispering to the singer next to him, was suddenly named by Jia Cong, and said blankly, "Huh? Where does it stink? The flower bell is obviously very fragrant!"

This praise is not qualified!

Jia Cong glanced at Xue Pan and said loudly, "Oh, the scholars in Jiangnan are thick-skinned, and such poems are also called poems? They licked their faces one by one to slap people's asses...... Tsk tsk, Confucius knew that his disciples were such people, would they be angry and crawl out from under the bottom and take the Analects and beat you to death!"

The young man surnamed Jin, who was licked comfortably, was suddenly disturbed, and the handsome boy who was originally smiling forcibly hid the anger in his heart.

The others also stopped touting and looked at the end of the boat.

"Xue is a big fool!"

"Silly Overlord!"

……

Boom!

Jia Cong grabbed the wine jug in front of him and smashed it, practicing the slingshot technique all year round, making his quasi-head surprisingly good, and the wine jug smashed directly on the forehead of the scholar who scolded Xue Pan.

The porcelain pieces splashed, and the man's forehead was immediately bloody and terrifying.

Syllable!

Another object flew in, but this time it did not hit anyone, but hung at the feet of the person who had been beaten.

When everyone looked at it, it turned out to be a piece of silver about five taels.

"Medical expenses, it should be enough. Master doesn't care about you insulting my brother Xue, hurry up and get out of the way, dare to say more, and knock out your teeth!"

Jia Cong squinted his eyes and glanced over, only to see that this group of scholars were all angry, but they were faintly headed by the young man surnamed Jin, waiting for their leaders to speak.

Although this young man surnamed Jin said that his face was cold, he still maintained his hypocrisy. He walked slowly towards Jia Cong and arched his hand: "This friend, I waited for the new imperial examination to meet this autumn to play and discuss poetry, and I have never offended you, I don't know why this friend wants to insult me first? Hit and hurt a friend below? If you don't give me a reasonable reason, don't blame ......."

Jia Cong interrupted his nonsense with a snort.

With a snap, he slapped the Yanling knife that was originally placed beside him on the table, raised his eyes and stared at the young man surnamed Jin, and said coldly: "First disgusting people with nonsense poems, and then yin and yang weird to say that my brother Zhang Zhengju, and then scold me as the eldest brother of the Xue family, the master will start beating people first, what can you do with the master?"

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