The method of sentence reading has existed since ancient times, but it has rarely been improved since ancient times. To this day, the subset of classics and history is understood by various factors such as inheritance and school.

The new annotation of "Analects" sent by Lin Ruhai made Wei Qinghe have mixed feelings after reading it, and at the same time admired Lin Ruhai's boldness and Jia Cong's ingenuity.

Jia Cong was a little confused: "The method of sentence reading? What is the Analects?"

"You baby......

Wei Qinghe handed over the "Analects" in his hand, and Jia Cong turned the first page to see the familiar handwriting.

"Well, I said, that's it."

Jia Cong patted his head: "Old man, in fact, this matter is quite embarrassing, can I say that it was because I didn't think it looked dizzy in a book without a sentence, so I thought of marking it with punctuation?"

He's an honest kid, scratching his head shyly.

Wei Qinghe was also happy, but he didn't expect that the hundred-year plan that was enough to stir up the stagnant water of culture and education turned out to be because a baby was dizzy when reading books.

"It's convenient for yourself, but you can create a hundred-year plan for my culture and education, Jia Cong, this is God chasing you to feed you merits."

Wei Qinghe asked tentatively, "But this merit is too big and too big, and the old man thinks that you can't bear the pressure brought by this merit. There are too many people involved in this matter, either your child can withstand it, or your father-in-law Lin Ruhai can't withstand it. What do you think?"

Jia Cong waved his hand indifferently: "Oh, I really just asked Sister Lin to punctuate me for the convenience of reading, what cultural and educational merits, what a hundred years of planning, it has nothing to do with me." Old man, you can just watch this happen!"

Wei Qinghe smiled dumbly, he was still a child after all, and he didn't realize that as long as this matter was successful, it would definitely go down in history.

What will be in the phase, what is the hegemony of the thousand years is not worth mentioning at all.

"Forget it, it's useless to tell you this, it's better for the old man to discuss this matter with your father-in-law. Don't worry, this matter is indispensable to your credit, and when you are called by the Golden Palace, the old man will add another stroke to you, and in the future, all scholars in the world will call you a teacher!"

It's so big? Jia Cong didn't expect a punctuation mark to have such a big impact.

He was a little uneasy, but saw Wei Qinghe stretch out his hand: "Speaking of which, the old man is very interested in something."

Jia Cong obediently stepped forward, Wei Qinghe took the "Analects" from his hand, turned one of the pages, and pointed to the beautiful but also very elegant Xiaokai on it: "Although this handwriting has the style of Lin Ruhai, it is also a little more beautiful, as if it came from a woman's hand......

Oops, it's embarrassing to praise people.

Jia Cong raised his head forty-five degrees arrogantly, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Great minister has good eyesight, this is my sister Lin's words!"

Hahaha......

"Let's just say, the old man once heard Qingteng say that your words are like a dog's crawling, where can you write such a small character."

Karma!

"How can you say that a dog crawls about the things of a scholar? I'm cursive, cursive......

was complained about again, Jia Cong covered his face: "Aren't I busy, when I practice the words, let the minister taste and taste."

"Scribbled book, hahahaha!"

This kid is really interesting, the old man laughed. Closed the "Analects" in his hand, talked with Jia Cong for a while, and finally sent someone to get the gift that had been prepared a long time ago, and then personally sent out the door of the room.

"Go back and study hard, the old man can last a few years, I hope to see the day when your kid is called by the Golden Palace!"

At the beginning of the year, Lord Shoufu couldn't even get out of bed, how many people looked forward to this one just like that, and never thought that Old Man Wei was hard-lived, and Lord Yan added a few strokes to the book of life and death.

Those who wanted to be the first assistant were suppressed by the old man, and the cabinet was still as stable as Mount Tai. Wei Qinghe, who was full of peach and plums, used his huge connections and prestige to gradually gather power for the emperor and pave the way for the new policy.

This is an admirable old man, Jia Cong held a box of scriptures and histories in his arms, and sighed faintly: "Very good old man, why do you like to give away books." What's the difference between this and giving your child exam papers for the Chinese New Year?"

"Sister Lin, this is a gift from the Prime Minister."

Jia Cong really wanted to transfer the Four Books Sutra Notes given to him by Wei Qinghe to Daiyu, but Daiyu only glanced at it and knew that this was a heavy gift from Old Man Wei to help the little fat man in the imperial examination.

She took the travelogues and flipped through them with joy.

In these years, to a certain extent, books are often much more precious than gold and silver.

For example, Wei Qinghe asked Jia Cong to transfer these travelogues, all of which were treasures collected by his disciples from everywhere.

Daiyu, a little bookworm, cleaned her hands and smoked incense, and read reverently, completely forgetting that there was still Jia Cong in the house.

Jia Cong didn't bother, and also picked up a copy of "University" annotated by Zai Fu himself and read it.

Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking, and in the afternoon when the sun shines in, Jia Cong feels that his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier......

purring, purring......

How does it feel like someone is punching him in the face?

In a daze, Jia Cong opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a golden-tattooed tiger's buttocks, and the big fluffy tail flicked right on his face.

Daiyu's room was already full of people at some point, not to mention Sanchun, Xiangyun and Baochai were here.

Yingchun and Baochai fought in Qipan Mountain, Daiyu still held the travelogue in her hand, Tanchun was learning needlework with Xiangyun, and Xiao Xichun was holding all kinds of silk flowers to dress up three cats.

General Weihu lived in Rongguo Mansion called a comfortable one, what he wanted to eat, what he wanted to play, and the whole mansion was pampered and respected, but the cheap donkey was a little annoying.

The jerky chews quite strongly, and the tail is like a windmill.

Jia Cong snatched a piece of jerky, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

Squeaky ......

"Hey, third brother, are you awake? Come and play with me."

Xichun's excited voice made everyone's eyes turn to Jia Cong, and then they all covered their mouths and laughed.

Jia Cong thought that he was drooling because he slept too badly, so he raised his hand to wipe it but didn't find anything wrong.

Baochai's smiling eyes turned into crescent moons: "Your Majesty gave Brother Cong as a royal cat, it's appropriate, isn't this just a cat."

"If you don't say that cats of all sizes are close to him, after all, they belong to the same category."

Tanchun put down the needle and thread in his hand, and after laughing, the whole room burst into laughter.

Jia Cong was laughed incomprehensibly, but Daiyu quietly gave him a smile and pointed to the mirror.

In the polished bronze mirror, a large flowered face with a beard appeared......

"Hey, little grinder, you must have done it!"

Jia Cong grabbed the back of Xiao Xichun's neck, lifted it to him, and brushed the pen on the little face a few times.

The brother and sister suddenly became the same, looked at each other, and then made a mess.

By the time Yingchun pulled the two of them and scrubbed them clean, it was time for dinner.

In the evening, the capital is already chilling in late autumn.

The old lady has been in a good mood for the past two days, and there is news in the palace today, Yuanchun is like a stable fetus, and the matter of saving relatives has been completely decided.

So she ordered the kitchen to prepare a banquet, and not only invited Mrs. Xue over, but also became a lot more enthusiastic about Jinse, who didn't treat her very well before.

"It's getting colder and colder, but you can't stay in the house all the time, and you have to go out and walk more when it's warmer. I'm going to give birth in two months, and I've already arranged for Wen Po and Doctor, so you can take care of the baby."

Jin Se has been pregnant for seven months, and in the past few months of borrowing from Rongguo Mansion, the old lady's attitude towards her seems to be cold, but she is also the most kind of person to her.

Mrs. Xing herself has never given birth, where does she know how to be pregnant. Mrs. Wang has been grounded in the Buddhist hall for a long time, and only the old lady in the mansion knows the taboo in pregnancy, and she will send people to the small courtyard every three or five times to have a look.

Send this today, send that tomorrow, that is, the imperial doctor who diagnoses the pulse is the old lady's Mrs. Guo post invited from the hospital.

heart

In the final analysis, the old lady still attaches great importance to Lin Ruhai's heirs.

Rongguo Mansion has made such a great effort, if Jin Se can really give birth to a son for his son-in-law, then the Lin family will have to accept this love.

When the time comes, let this child of the Lin family be closer to the Jia family, at least the three generations of the two families can support each other.

She can be regarded as seeing the situation in the DPRK clearly, the old lady was right back then, the Jia family can't walk on just one leg. With the Lin family as a supplement, the Jia family can go further.

Thinking of the great benefits that her plan would bring to the Jia family, the old lady's gaze at Jin Se softened even more.

Told like a broken thought, so that Jin Se was flattered. However, she is also an extremely smart woman, and in the past few months, she has remembered all the help that Rong Xitang has given her.

"If there is no old lady, I don't know how many sins the concubine will suffer. When this child is born, the concubine will let him honor you well......

"That's a good relationship, I've always liked children all my life."

The old lady gently patted Jin Se's hand and smiled, "You don't know, these little girls come to me every day to make trouble, and I feel a lot younger."

"I can't do it, the day before yesterday, Pan'er rested, and that loud voice gave me a headache. If I hadn't taken a day off, I would have wanted to drive him out of the city so that I could have a good time."

Mrs. Xue's words amused the old lady, only to hear the old lady say funny: "I don't believe this, Brother Pan went to the East Palace to enter the duty before, and he can only go home once in ten days, so you will not come to my tears at that time."

"Oh, how can you poke me in this sore spot."

"I see, Brother Pan is now considered to have made a great transformation, although the four princes have not officially entered the East Palace, but this is an ironclad matter. In the future, Brother Pan will follow the prince, and your blessing is still to come."

The old lady was a little envious of Mrs. Xue, she didn't expect this stupid overlord to have such a big creation, and because she was simple and straightforward enough, she fell into the eyes of the emperor and the four princes.

It's really hard to explain the fate.

Judging from her experience, this honest person is far more stable and long-lasting than a smart person. As long as Xue Pan follows the four princes, he will be able to mix at least a third-rank general in the future. z.br>

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to his granddaughters.

Yingchun seems to have a gentle temperament, but in fact, she is the most fierce person among the girls.

This girl has Brother Cong, the younger brother of the future prince, and her future cultivation will not be lower than that of Yuan Chun.

Tanchun's temperament......

Forget it, if the two really make a pair, she is worried that the two will fight with knives.

Xiangyun ......

Alas, it's really wronged, and I don't know when Baoyu will be able to open up!

There is only one cherished spring left, and she is still the daughter of the prince's mansion, and her identity is noble, and only Daiyu can compare with it in the whole house, and I think that Jing'er will find a good family for her in the future.

The old lady regretted for a while, but the smile on her face did not decrease by half.

Mrs. Xue was talking to Jin Se about parenting, and the old lady also adjusted her mentality to participate.

The atmosphere of Rongxi Hall became more and more brisk, and through the screen, Jia Cong could feel the comfort inside.

The holy decree of preparing for war was clearly issued to the world, and the situation in the south became more and more tense day by day.

The cabinet issued instructions one after another in an orderly manner, and all the martial artists in Beijing were anxiously paying attention to the news in the south.

Jia Yu recruited the sons of good families in Gyeonggi as usual to supplement the newly formed Tiger Ben Battalion. The posts of the heads of each family were sent to Rongguo Mansion one after another, Jia Cong looked at the thick stack on the table, and couldn't help but sigh: "If it is a non-falling banquet, I am afraid that it will make people vomit!"

"These people invite the eldest uncle, probably because they want to stuff their sons and nephews into the tiger camp."

Daiyu put down the pen in her hand, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Look at this, Fengguo General Liu Zhan, even the clan relatives have sensed the crisis, which shows that everyone is not hopeful about the upcoming battle of South Vietnam. They are in a hurry to stuff their sons and nephews into the tiger camp, and this is to smell danger."

Jia Cong leaned over to take a look, he was really a distant relative of the old Liu family, but he was also in the clan

One member.

"What is Sister Lin going to do?"

"The eldest uncle said that this time to recruit new troops, he only selected a few juniors from the Cao family of the Chengen Mansion, the Zhang family of the British Mansion, the Niu family of the Zhenguo Mansion, and the Yang family of the imperial concubine. Even our family, my uncle doesn't plan to choose it. Then I naturally have to refuse politely, just one sentence, the Tiger Camp is only under the orders of the king, if the Son of Heaven agrees, he will agree here. If the Son of Heaven does not give an order, it is useless for anyone to come."

Daiyu's answer made Jia Cong laugh out loud, Dad's move Tai Chi is afraid that it will give His Majesty the Emperor a headache for a while.

However, the Tiger Ben Camp is too special, this is the "Yulin Lang" that the emperor practiced for himself, and the pardon lord is considerate, and even the sons and nephews of Ning Rongjia's family have not recruited a single person, let alone other families.

Tiger Ben, like Yulin, will only respect the order of one person. Whoever dares to reach out must be prepared to be chopped off or even beheaded.

Daiyu continued to start the great business of replying to the post, Jia Cong came to the side to help, and it took the two of them a morning to finish the thick stack of worship posts.

In the afternoon, Jia Cong and Baoyu, under the protection of a team of guards, sent back posts door to door.

After six in a row, Baoyu had already begun to complain to Jia Cong: "Brother Cong, my face is stiff with a smile, how many are there?"

Jia Cong rubbed his stiff face and collapsed into the carriage: "No, my face is also stiff."

"Otherwise, let's go back and talk about it tomorrow. Yesterday I found several treasures, and I will take you to see them......

Bang!

"Phew!"

The carriage seemed to have hit something, and it shook violently.

Jia Cong held Baoyu, who almost fell, and lifted the curtain: "What's the matter?"

"Little Third Master, it's crushed!"

The wooden wheels really crushed the man, and the man vomited blood, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

Baoyu had to squeeze out to see, but Jia Cong stuffed back into the carriage: "Second Brother Bao stay and don't come out, I'll go down and have a look."

"It's from this teahouse next to it, and the small ones can't avoid it......

The coachman explained briefly, and Jia Cong had already squatted down to check the man's injuries.

The man was horribly emaciated, his eyes were dilated, he probed his neck, his pulse was weak, and his snort was even more undetectable.

"Go find the doctor, Uncle Eleven, go to the teahouse and ask, but anyone knows this person."

In the bustling area of Zhengyang Street, there is a medical center nearby.

The doctor who was sitting in the hall soon came, but by this time the people on the ground were no longer breathing.

The old man only probed the pulse, then shook his head and said, "Life is dead, and there is nothing the little old man can do. But ......"

Jia Cong saw that the old man seemed to have concerns, so he surrendered his hand and asked, "Please also ask the old man to speak up."

I saw that the old man cautiously glanced at the teahouse, and whispered, "Since it is the royal cat who inquires, the little old man will also say it directly. This person did not die by being crushed by impact, but that the evil poison had been in the body for a long time. Your Excellency, please look at this person's face......

Jia Cong looked at the old man's fingers, and his hairs suddenly stood up.

The corners of the people on the ground were filled with strange smiles, their eyes were slightly open, and their pale faces were very scary.

"Evil poison into the body? What kind of poison would make people die so weirdly?"

When the old man heard this, he whispered in Jia Cong's ear: "This poison is not the other poison, my lord, don't forget what the people in the capital are most enthusiastic about these days."

"Hibiscus cream!"

Jia Congdang turned his gaze to the teahouse in front of him, which was elegantly decorated and very elegant.

There is a plaque hanging under the eaves, with three big characters written on it: literati residence.

It seems to be an ordinary name, but it has directly rushed the grade of the teahouse to the highest level.

The literati are in the middle of the literati, and if they don't wear a Confucian robe, I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter this door.

Jia Shiyi hurriedly came out of the building and whispered in Jia Cong's ear, "This person is the prisoner of the Guozijian, named Wei Shicheng, the distant nephew of the Great Minister."

Hiss!

Jia Cong looked down, this person's identity was really unusual.

He instructed, "Uncle Eleventh personally went to the Imperial City and reported this matter to the Prime Minister."

Jia Shiyi shook his head: "Little Third Master, there is even more trouble, the owner of this literati residence is a member of the Qufu Kong family."

As he was talking, several young men in Confucian robes walked out of the door of the teahouse, and as soon as one of them came out, he pointed at Jia Cong and scolded, "Good Jia Cong, you actually killed Senior Brother Wei......

☞ Recommended commuter ☜ passes ☜☞