The prince was promoted to the command of the nine provinces, and the rank of secretary of the military department, and the holy oracle ordered him to choose the sun to go out of Beijing and inspect the towns of the nine sides on behalf of the sky.

In terms of rank, he is now the first military general in addition to several old commanders in Beijing. The next step is to worship the prime minister and enter the cabinet to assist the government.

For a time, no matter what the families in Beijing looked at inside, they all sent people to the palace to congratulate and visit.

According to the holy message, the prince must be happy. It's a pity that he was promoted to official at the same time as Jia Yu of Rongguo Mansion, and what made him even more shocked was the emperor's holy oracle of pro-government affairs, which made the prince who had always been calm stay awake all night.

The situation in the capital changed greatly, and Wang Ziteng's first reaction after hearing the four guards and horses of the Beijing camp was that the old sage was guarding against him.

This kind of defense made the prince Teng like a thorn in his back, like sitting on pins and needles. Wang Ziteng, who originally wanted to delay leaving Beijing for a few days, handed over the fold to the palace as soon as possible, planning to enter the palace for an audience, trying to get some information from the old sage.

It's a pity that the Emperor Taishang has quietly left the palace at this time, and went to Dashi Yongfang to hang out under the escort of the secret guards.

Jia Cong was licking happily with a string of sugar gourds, and the people who came to the house to deliver the prayer post today have far surpassed the old in-laws of Rongguo Mansion in the past.

Although the second brother Jia Lian is not there, the affairs in the house are now mostly handled by the father himself, and Daiyu has to learn etiquette from the two classics, so he asked for leave from Master Lin, planning to take advantage of today's free time to go outside to play and play.

There is a fairly prosperous market in Ningrong's back street, and Jia Cong, who was licking a sugar gourd, was suddenly lifted up by a big hand on the back of his neck.

"Hey, little fat man, it's not good to study and practice martial arts at home, why did you run out to play?"

This familiar sound......

Jia Cong, who was caught up in the old man's side, handed over another string of sugar gourds, revealing two small tiger teeth: "Master, can you taste it?"

……

After an old man and a young man came out of Dashi Yongfang, the carriage creaked and walked towards Nancheng.

Jia Cong obediently pinched the legs and shoulders of the Emperor Taishang, and Liu Ji squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"You monkey, how dare you falsely spread my will in the south and tie up the prefect of Huai'an and the prince to win them? If you let someone else's house go, you won't be able to cut off eight heads."

Liu Chen, the king of Wu, had written a secret music and sent it to the capital, and after Liu Ji watched the secret music, the whole person was stunned.

Jiangnan chaos, he is mentally prepared.

In order to raise grain and grass for the Northern Expedition, he gave too much tolerance to the Jiangnan merchants, and in the last years of Zhaowu, there was already a trend of tail failure.

After waiting for his Zen position, in order to balance the court, he supported the old fourteen and the concubines of the old family, and now it seems that he is a little wrong!

No, I'm not wrong, I'm so wise and powerful, how can I be wrong?

The fault can only be my own disloyal, unfilial and unworthy children and grandchildren, I have not died, I have not given it, I dare to stretch out my hand, and I should be cut down.

Jia Cong didn't know what Liu Ji was thinking in his heart, and when he heard the Emperor Taishang talk about the fake transmission of the holy decree, he pursed his mouth and responded, "How can it be said that it is a false transmission of the holy decree? It was you who asked me to go to Gangnam to mess around...... If you go to Jiangnan to kill those who are not ministers, killing one is also killing, and cutting down a few more rebels and thieves who are not loyal to you, it makes no difference."

"Boom!"

Liu Ji's change of hands was a brain collapse, and Jia Cong immediately hid in the corner of the carriage with his head in his hands. ….

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'll be really stupid if I hit my brain again!"

"You still know you're stupid?"

Liu Ji said angrily, "Do things like your bastard father, and don't care about the influence. After returning to Beijing, I didn't know how to tell me, and I didn't even make up for the holy decree. If it weren't for King Wu to make up for you, believe it or not, someone would impeach you for the crime of falsely preaching the holy decree?"

Jia Cong slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

"Hey, I'll just say, I forgot something!"

He moved to Liu Ji with a dog's leg, and complimented him while beating his legs: "Don't you think that you are spoiling me, this world is all saints, if you don't speak, who can do anything to me?"

Liu Ji glanced at Jia Cong, this monkey is cheeky

Thick, but what he said was to his liking.

Isn't this world his? He doesn't speak, who dares to take his pet little fat man?

But pet to pet, the lesson has to be learned.

"Do you think I'm really the one in the world who has the final say? If that were the case, Jiangnan wouldn't be so messy."

Liu Ji stretched out his hand and gently tapped Jia Cong's brain, with a serious expression. He said in a deep voice, "Forget it, you don't understand what I'm telling you. In short, if you want to live long, you have to be able to make people unable to grasp you. For example, the matter of Huai'an, and then the mess of your house......

Well?

He could understand it before, why did he talk about Rongguo Mansion again?

I only heard Liu Ji say, "Do you know the rumors about you in the capital in the past two days?"

Jia Cong's head shook like a rattle, and Dai Quan on the side explained: "Royal cat Jia Cong, unfilial piety and unrighteousness......

It turned out that someone pinched the head and removed the tail, and distorted the conflict in the Rongxi Hall and spread it. In this conflict, Jia's mother begged Dafang's father and son to find a way to save Jia Baoyu, and Jia pardoned Jia Cong and became a villain who disobeyed his mother's orders, disrespected his grandmother, and was unfilial, unkind, unkind, and unjust.

Dai Quan didn't say much about the specific rumors, but Jia Cong, a person who had experienced the bombardment of Internet information in his previous life, couldn't imagine it.

"Got it?"

Shaking his head like a rattle again, Liu Ji angrily knocked on Jia Cong's brain again: "Stupid like you, how can you live without me?"

Jia Cong immediately changed his posture, knelt in the carriage and banged his head three times: "May the saint live a long life, so as to protect me for a lifetime!"

"You, how can there be any real longevity in this world?"

Liu Ji laughed, then patted the little fat man's head, and said, "Get up and sit down...... Rumors kill people without blood, and everyone in the world will be burdened by fame. Even if I can protect you for a while, if you bear the name of unfilial piety and unrighteousness, how much profit will you have in the future?"

"Your grandmother, Shi, was also a leader among the officials a few years ago. But since you beat your grandfather, you have made a mistake. Now she is even more stupid, and she is full of only thinking about her little son and her good grandson born of jade. Little fat man, you have to learn from your father, although foolishness and filial piety are not good, but when the world knows that your father is foolish and filial, it is rumored that he is not filial, and everyone will distinguish the truth from the false. At the very least, the superficial work must be done well!"

Jia Cong suddenly realized, and blurted out: "I understand, the sage master means to let me learn from my father and be a foolish and filial person!" ….

Syllable!

Why is this kid so stupid!

Liu Ji gave up!

He propped his forehead and said, "Even so. Anyway, pay more attention to what you say and do in the future, don't let others pinch your handle. At least be respectful to your grandmother. Unfilial piety is a heinous sin, and sometimes even I can't be too biased with you."

Jia Cong nodded, Liu Ji rubbed the little fat man's head, fell into deep thought and didn't speak.

The wheels of the carriage rotated slowly, but Jia Cong's thoughts turned faster than the wheels.

He couldn't guess whether the old sage was really admonishing or tempting, and pretending to be stupid was the best response at this time.

How could Jia Cong be stupid enough to say the best answer of pretending to be filial, will someone who is not filial to his grandmother be a loyal courtier?

Sigh!

There was a creaking sound, and the carriage came to a slow stop.

At the junction of Yibei Fang and Zhengnan Fang, there is a luxurious garden.

Outside the gate of Liang Yuan, Liu Ji stood with his hands in his hands, and Jia Cong became the old man's good grandson, obediently accompanying him.

After the butler Dai Quan stuffed a piece of silver to Menzi, the three of them and two guards entered together, and went straight into it along the corridor, and came to the outside of a pavilion where a poetry meeting was being held.

"Master, what are you bringing me here?"

Jia Cong looked around suspiciously, what would the poem have? It's nothing more than writing sour poems to compliment each other, finding a way to beat your reputation out and improve your reputation.

I saw Liu Ji pouting in one direction: "Na, aren't you going to teach me a lesson for the unfortunate dog? Over there, go and beat it

He's beaten!"

Hiss!

Jia Cong's eyesight is excellent, and he can see clearly at a glance the person who is drinking happily in the pavilion - the faithful king Liu Chen!

He looked at Liu Ji resentfully: "Master, my little arms and legs, and I didn't bring a guy to bring a helper, I can't beat it!"

"Then I don't care, you boast of Haikou yourself, figure it out yourself."

Liu Ji squeezed his eyes, smiled and hid himself into the position that Dai Quan had found. waved his hand to Jia Cong and said, "Go ahead, today is my test for you, beating the old fourteen severely, it has become a heavy reward for me, and I will not be beaten with a bare ass in front of the palace gate." You choose one!"

Done!

Jia Cong touched the only weapon on his waist, took out the slingshot, shook it, and said, "Then I'm really going to fight, master, don't blame me for beating your precious son."

"Go ahead, just don't kill you!"

Hiss!

Jia Cong's teeth hurt, it seems that Liu Xian's dog thing has made the old man angry.

However, Liu Xi must have brought a lot of guards with him when he came here. And this guy looks feminine and feminine, but he is also a person with martial arts.

If you want to beat Liu Chen, facing the guards of the Loyal Palace, it is really difficult to parry with your small arms and legs.

However, Jia Cong can be sure that he will have a guard from Rongguo Mansion within fifty steps. It's just that because of the relationship between the imperial guards, they don't dare to get too close.

In that case, take the plunge. Anyway, if something happens, there is an old saint on top, and again there is a father to carry it, what are you afraid of?

To do things to be famous, Jia Cong came to the edge of the second floor along the wooden staircase of the pavilion, and happened to hear Liu Xi and this group of sour Confucian scholars chanting poems.

"Cut the goose feathers and dance in the air, and there is no soil in the south and north of the mountain. The glazed tiles turned into silver, and the batter made the Shuntianfu."

Liu Xi is not a talented person, and he is so conceited that he is unwilling to cheat on the doorman's poems. I felt that the poetry was excellent, and when everyone proposed to imagine the snow scene and write a snow poem, I racked my brains to write this seven-word "absolute" sentence.

Most of the people here are slickering and patting horses, even if it is just a poetic limerick poem, they still applaud.

Some people even complimented this poem for becoming a town and country, and it is about to praise Liu Chen as a contemporary poet.

Unexpectedly, just as Liu Chen was complacent, there was a sound of vomiting between the blowouts.

The pavilion was silent for a moment, and everyone looked for a sound, but saw a little fat man in brocade clothes lying on the railing and vomiting, and from time to time he glanced at Liu Chen, who was sitting on the first seat, and the little fat hand also fanned his nose.

"Jia Cong!"

"Lord Wang, don't blame me for disturbing your Yaxing, there are too many people farting here, it stinks!"

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