Jiangnan has been peaceful for a long time, and the folk martial arts have long been scattered with the glamorous wind on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

No one thought that the person who came to the painting boat to find beauty would carry a sword with him, and the handle of the knife was embroidered with gold wire, and the dragon's head was lying down, which could not be obtained unless it was given by the emperor.

How can the Jin family say that it is also a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, as the leader of the Jin family's generation, how can he not even have this bit of eyesight?

"Dare to ask, but Rongguo Mansion Xiao Jia Qianhu in person? In Xia Jin Lun, Jin Defan, president of the Nanzhili General Chamber of Commerce, ......"

"Daddy? Jia Enhou, the father of the family, the contemporary head of the Rongguo Mansion, is a first-class Shenwei general!"

Well?

Yes?

The whole painting boat was silent in an instant, and the sound of silk and bamboo, which had not stopped, also stopped unconsciously.

Spelling dad is a new word, but it can be concise and concise, and the group of scholars led by Jin Lun are all freshly baked people this autumn, so they naturally understand the meaning.

It is true that the Jin family is a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, but in the face of a behemoth like Rongguo Mansion, even if his father came in person, he had to kneel in the face of Jia Cong.

The Jin family has a fortune of millions, but in the final analysis, business is business.

Shinong industry and commerce, business is the last.

Otherwise, why did his father desperately force him to study for the imperial examination, not to change the court and make the Jin family a real Jiangnan wealthy family.

Jia Cong patted the Yanling knife on the table, and sneered: "It's useless to fight for your father, it's useless to fight for your identity as Xie Yuan, this official is giving the five-grade dragon to guard thousands of households, why don't you worship when you see this official?"

Jin Lun took a deep breath and bowed: "Student Jin Lun, meet Xiao Jia Qianhu......

"Bang!"

"If you dare to call Xiao Jia Qianhu again, believe it or not, I'll smash your mouth! Is you very small? Hmph!"

Jia Cong is annoyed by the title of Xiao Jia Qianhu, is his grandmother's grandfather very small?

Jin Lun took another breath and suppressed the irritability and resentment in his eyes: "Student Jin Lun, meet Lord Qianhu!"

Jia Cong didn't let Jin Lun get up, and let him bow down and worship.

He glanced at the dozen or so people who followed Jin Lun, and snorted coldly, "What about you? Don't understand the etiquette or don't want to pay attention?"

"Student*** (Lu Yue...... Meet Senno-sama!"

The sound was chaotic, but it also spread to a few painting boats not far away, and Jia Cong could clearly feel the laughter of the silk bamboo around him pause.

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and on the happy field, it is indeed a place of competition for fame and fortune. The scholars on the rippling Qinhuai River are afraid that nine out of ten are trying to make a name for themselves, so that they can hug a thigh and climb up.

"Brother Cong......"

Xue Pan's heart is extremely happy, he likes to come to the Qinhuai River to have fun, and this group of scholars also likes to come to the Qinhuai River to have fun.

A scholar who thinks he is a disciple of a saint, where can he afford Xue Pan, a child of the imperial businessman, who is always mocking Xue Pan for being full of copper smell and without elegance.

Among this group of people, there are several people who have had conflicts with Xue Pan alone, and there are even some people who deliberately provoke Xue Pan for some reason to make him ugly.

The Jin Lun in front of him is one of them.

Xue Pan had already drunk a lot of wine, and he was already slightly drunk, and said with a smile: "Brother Cong, do you know that this Jin Jieyuan, why did he fail to participate in the township examination three years ago under the pretext of serving his father?"

"Got a story? Brother Xue, tell me about it." ….

"Because there is a young genius Zhang Zhengju in Jinling Mansion! At that time, Mr. Zhang Zhengju and Mr. Zhang were the leaders in the three examinations of the county, government and hospital, and his reputation was great, and he had the potential to directly take the south and solve the yuan. The Jin family originally created momentum for our Jin Jieyuan, and they were bound to win the Xie Yuan of the year and then go to Chongwen Academy to worship Jiang Shanchang as a teacher, but unexpectedly, the academy failed, and Jin Jieyuan almost jumped the Qinhuai River...... Gee...... The defeat of the hospital test has become like this, does Master Jin dare to let him go?"

I can't bear this setback, and I dare to compare with my third brother Zhang?

Jia Cong looked at Jin Lun, who was bent over and his forehead was bruised, and sighed twice, and said Yin and Yang: "It's a poor person, Brother Xue, you don't understand, this is actually a disease, a mental illness, and if it is serious, it will kill people." Jin Jieyuan, get up, don't be polite."

"Get up, all of you."

Jia Cong let the group of lifters get up, glanced around with concern, and sighed, "You may not know that Jin Jieyuan's situation is simply that his psychological tolerance is not good, and if he goes further, he will be depressed. If there is no way to solve it, eventually the whole person will end up depressed, and even find a short-term ......."

Hiss!

Although this thing sounds ridiculous, many people saw Jin Lun's jumping into the river three years ago.

Could it be that what this little Jia Qianhu said is true? Rongguo Mansion is the head of the Eight Princes, maybe Xiao Jia Qianhu has heard about this disease from the Tai Hospital?

The eyes that looked at Jin Lun, who was originally thinking of stammering the Jin family, instantly became very strange, and he silently took half a step back......

"Since Jin Jieyuan is suffering from a serious illness, then the official will not blame you. Apologize to my brother Xue, today's incident will be considered in the past."

Jia Cong looked compassionate and compassionate, and sighed: "This disease cannot be cured unless the holy hand, this official has heard the holy hand in the palace say that this disease needs to be in a good mood, and it is best to recuperate for a few years.

"And your poems, to tell the truth, are far from correct! When it comes to going to Beijing to catch the exam, it's best to wait a little longer and sharpen more. If the spring is not in the middle of the year, wouldn't it be ...... There's no Qinhuai River in the capital for you to jump on, right?"

Burst!

Jia Cong jumped to the side, and Jin Lun spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was like gold paper, and he was crumbling.

"Brother Jin!"

"Jin Jieyuan, this is ......"

Jia Cong slapped his thigh: "Oh, Jin Jieyuan really hasn't recovered yet, he's vomiting blood!" Where else can I go to the capital to participate in the Spring Festival? If you don't hurry up and carry him back, tell his father by the way that he must rest for this disease, and he must not be tired. Otherwise, the white-haired man will send the black-haired man!"

This group of scholars had come to compliment Jin Lun, and they saw that Jin Lun was vomited blood by Jia Cong's yin and yang anger, where did they dare to stay more.

begged Jia Cong to let the painting boat dock, and then he had to carry Jin Lun away.

At this time, Jia Cong walked to Jin Lun's side with concern and sighed.

"What did the official say, the poem you made is really bullshit, and this group of licking dogs will kneel and lick without shame."

"Today, I will send you two poems that also write about Fengyue, which can be regarded as a good beginning and a good end......

Can a vulgar martial artist still write poetry? Two more?

"Nanguo Xinfeng Wine,....

Higashiyama little prostitute song.

Not happy with the king,

Kazuki is worried!"

"Little prostitute Jinling sings Chu Sheng,

The housekeeper Dansha learns Fengming.

I also drink sake for you,

The king's heart will not be poured out to others."

Scold!

Fortunately, he inquired with the librarian Sister Lin, and there is no Li Taibai in this world.

On composing poems, poets learn about it!

The poet immortal Li Bai, a thousand years out of the immortal.

Compare it to a poem with an immortal, and ask him if he agrees to the wine jug in his hand?

Burst......

Jin Lun is not good at poetry, but he is also a master who is familiar with poetry classics, where can he not hear that these two poems are masterpieces, and they are classics that he has never heard.

A vulgar martial artist can make such a masterpiece, he is dignified and straightforward, and he can only write a few bullshit poems......

Burst......

Jin Lun, whose face was like gold paper, spurted two mouthfuls of blood at once, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he stared at Jia Cong.

The people next to him were almost scared to death, and hurriedly beckoned people to carry Jin Lun away.

Jia Cong watched from afar as the group fled in panic and sang loudly.

"The Great General is bold and bold in the southern expedition,

Waist horizontal autumn water goose feather knife.

The wind blows the drums and the mountains and rivers move,

The lightning flag is high in the sun and the moon.

The original species of the unicorn in the sky,

How can the ants in the burrow escape?

On the day of the return of the edict,

Belch......

The king and the last general untie their robes."

"The last sentence is a little bit ......."

Well?

Jia Cong turned around to see that it was Xue Baochai, who was dressed as a man, who was standing on the boat next to him, staring at him with crooked eyebrows and smiling.

……

"My brother actually brought you here to mess around, if the pardon prince knows about it, won't he skin you?"

Xue Baochai elegantly boiled tea, glared at his brother Xue Pan, who was cowering aside, and said to Jia Cong, "Not long after you and your brother left home, an urgent letter came from Yangzhou. The messenger said it must be delivered to you as soon as possible, and I brought someone to find it......

Jia Cong finished reading the letter in his hand, and his heart was full of emotion.

Unexpectedly, a marriage decree made the old lady and Jia Baoyu unconscious.

"Uncle Eleven, what is my father's plan?"

Jia Shiyi was bowing his head and eating violently, he came in a hurry, without stopping at all.

After swallowing a mouthful of food, he wiped his mouth and replied, "The general's meaning is to let the little third master finish the affairs of Jinling within two days, and return to Yangzhou to meet him on October 21, and return to the capital as soon as possible."

"What about my uncle?"

The battle of the salt class is entering the white-hot stage, they are leaving, how can Lin Ruhai bear it alone?

Jia Shiyi glanced at the Xue family brothers and sisters, and was silent.

Xue Baochai nudged Xue Pan understandingly, and said with a smile, "Brother Cong and Mr. Eleven will chat first, and my brother and I will go outside to guard."

"Then I'll bother Miss Xue......

Jia Shiyi got up and thanked him, and after the Xue family brothers and sisters went out, he whispered, "The second master has found the person who poisoned Lord Lin......

"Who is it? But that Aunt Lu?"

"Huh? That's a fitting name."

Jia Shiyi smiled and shook his head and said, "But it's not Aunt Lu, it's Aunt Fang who was next to the fourth girl back then!"

Jia Cong looked at Jia Shiyi in surprise, and after seeing the confirmation, he hurriedly asked about the inside story.

I only heard Jia Shiyi explain: "After the fourth girl died of illness, Aunt Fang has always been thinking about giving birth to an heir to Lord Lin, and has gone to the temple outside the city many times to offer incense......

It turned out that Aunt Fang was in a hurry to give birth to an heir to the Lin family, worshiped the Three Sages of Mida and believed in the White Lotus Sect.

Not only did he throw all the money he had saved over the years into the White Lotus Sect's stronghold outside the city, but he also believed in the White Lotus Sect's demagoguery, thinking that the poison was a miracle medicine that could make Lin Ruhai grow a dragon and a tiger, plant seeds for her, and give birth to the Lin family's heirs.

Later, Lin Ruhai not only did not live a tiger, but became thinner and thinner, and faintly became ill, and then realized that he had been deceived.

It's a pity that the cult is easy to get in and out of, and Aunt Fang has already boarded the thief ship, where can she dare to confess this matter.

After all, the people of the White Lotus Sect told her that she was an unforgivable crime of killing officials and rebelling, and if she dared to tell this secret, not only would she die, but even her parents and relatives would have to go to the vegetable market.

"Little Third Master, Lord Lin has already handed over Aunt Fang to the Dragon Guard, and there are still masterminds behind the White Lotus Sect, and this officialdom in Jiangnan is afraid that it is rotten. The general's meaning is to let the second master stay to assist Lord Lin, and he and the third master should return to Beijing as soon as possible to ask for help."

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