On the first day of the eleventh year of Yuanyou, the atmosphere in the imperial palace was not very good.

The old man is the most relaxed of the four people in the hall, under the service of Dai Quan, leisurely drinking wine and petting the cat, quietly looking at the big eyes of the big and small people in front of him.

Jia Cong's rare life and death do not back down, and the emperor also has his own ideas.

In the emperor's mind, isn't it just sacrificing a few ignorant fools, at most people will scold a few words of murder, anyway, he Liu Heng has been scolded a lot, and there is no shortage of these scolds......

But it's the stinky boy in front of him, who has been spoiled for so long in vain, and he has to do it with him.

It was the old man who saw more far-reaching, and pulled the emperor who had already drilled into the tip of the horns.

"I think what this kid said is right, fourth, our old Liu family will not produce Mingjun from generation to generation, but if there is a foolish bastard who learns from him, then he will pay it back?"

Three emperors and five emperors so far, which family in the world can produce a Ming monarch from generation to generation? That's not realistic.

The old man can see it clearly, Jia Cong is worried that today is the head of the Son of Heaven's chaos, and the monarch of later generations will learn from the law, so don't say anything about governing the country according to law, I am afraid that "Daxia Law" will become a piece of waste paper.

Jia Cong saw that the old man was going to help him, and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and said: "Your Majesty, you are wise and martial, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince already has the image of a holy monarch, but what about after that?" We don't want to have a king like you for generations, even if it is mediocre assets. But this is impossible, and the minister thinks that under the wise leadership of His Majesty, we will establish a relatively perfect legal foundation that can regulate the system of future monarchs......"

The old man's gaze at Jia Cong became deep, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Jia Cong who was talking with his neck in his eyes.

This kid...... It's really interesting!

In front of the two generations of emperors of Great Xia, he intentionally or unintentionally said words restricting royal power.

I really don't know how Daishan can have such a wonderful grandson?

Let's be shrewd, dare to say that.

Let's be stupid, there are few people in the whole world who are more shrewd than this kid......

"Alas~"

The emperor looked at Jia Cong, who was about to get up, and waved his hand to stop his nagging and admonition.

"Alright, I'm scared of you. Punish ...... according to the law, as you say."

Jia Cong's hanging heart finally let go of half of it, and he was about to shout long live Shengming, but he heard the emperor continue: "I can take this step back, but today's "Daxia Law" has too many loopholes for these people to exploit. Therefore, my request is that you show me, deal with it strictly, punish it severely, and let the officials of the court and the central government know what reverence is! ”

……

The first day of the Lunar New Year was really tiring for Jia Cong.

He left the palace in a daze, whether the supreme father and son said anything in the end, Jia Cong didn't know, but when he woke up before dinner, Jia Shiyi was holding a slender brocade box in the room.

"Uncle Eleven, why didn't you go to drink with Uncle Five? Hey, what is it? ”

Jia Cong rubbed his eyes, his head dazed. Today is the first day of the new year, and if he weren't going to the palace, the soldiers in the palace would have enjoyed a rare leisure time everywhere except for the people on duty.

It is said that at this time, Jia Shiyi will not stay here~

I saw Jia Shiyi respectfully put the brocade box on the table, and after opening it, a touch of golden light was revealed.

"This ...... This...... This ......"

Jia Cong was stunned, it turned out to be the king Jin Gong who helped Old Man Wei kill the Quartet and coerce the king!

The hilt of the jade sword, the golden body, the dragon and the phoenix, shone in the candlelight, which was intoxicating and awe-inspiring.

"Dai Quan personally sent it, saying that it was jointly agreed between the saint and His Majesty, and this gong will be in charge of the third master from today onwards. Beat the unconscious king on the top, and behead the ministers ......"

"This ......"

After listening to what Jia Shiyi said, Lord Yucat was completely stunned.

It seems that he is working against the emperor this morning, or the kind of person who does not give an inch.

He said so many words about restricting military power openly and secretly, don't you believe that the two saints can't hear it?

This means that he Jia Cong has a good grandfather, but if he is not surnamed Jia, his head will have been hung on the city gate building for public display.

"It doesn't make sense~"

Jia Cong didn't even care about putting on shoes, ran to the table and picked up the golden mace of beating the king, and it took a long time to hold back four words.

There was also a letter in the brocade box, and Jia Cong put down the golden mace and opened the envelope.

The letter is the emperor's imperial pen, and there is only one line of words: "When to let this gong appear in front of the world, Qing decided for himself." Wangqing, don't lose my trust! Be careful, be careful! ”

……

Jia Cong had never felt so heavy on his shoulders, and even when the family sat around Rongxi Hall for dinner, they were silent and mechanically planing rice.

Whether it is the old lady or the old man, including Daiyu, they also discovered Jia Cong's strangeness.

Until after dinner, the little dolls go to play in the courtyard.

"Why is Brother Cong so reluctant today? Is it sick? ”

Yes?

Jia Cong smelled a faint fragrance, recovered from his contemplation, and looked up, only to see Daiyu looking at him with concern, and using his hand to probe the body temperature on his forehead.

"I'm okay Sister Lin, it's just ......"

"I'm afraid I'm tired of being busy with things in the palace, I heard the people in the courtyard say that you came back from the palace at noon and have been asleep."

The old lady asked the mandarin duck to fetch a small wooden box and handed it to Mrs. Xing.

"This is the good ginseng sent by the people at the bottom of the year a few years ago, you keep an eye on it, and get some medicinal food for Brother Cong. It feels like he's lost some weight these days. ”

Mrs. Xing was stunned, and then smiled: "Look, the old lady still loves her grandson...... Don't worry, in a few days, I will return the white and chubby Brother Cong to you. ”

She is Jia Cong's mother-in-law, the son of a prince, how many people in the capital are extremely high-quality, pompous, and respectful of status than her?

Mrs. Xing is not stupid, the old lady is a good opportunity for her to create "mother and son filial piety".

The atmosphere in the room was harmonious, and the scene of joy made everyone feel comfortable and comfortable.

However, the old lady is old and knows that Jia Cong can't be tired and sick.

Dai Quan quietly came to Rongguo Mansion today, others may not know that she, the old feudal monarch of the Jia family, is clear.

When everyone was almost dispersed, and only Jia Yu, Jia Zheng, Lin Ruhai, Jia Lian and Jia Cong were left in the house, the old lady asked the mandarin duck to go outside to guard and asked why Dai Quan came to the house.

"Did Gong Dai come to our house today?"

"You almost forgot to mention your son!"

Master Zheng really doesn't know, but Master Pardon doesn't care much.

Jia Cong nodded and shouted out, and Jia Shiyi walked in with a brocade box wrapped in red cloth.

"Dai Gong sent me this ...... today"

Jia Cong peeled off the red silk cloth and opened the brocade box.

The golden sword that made the entire Great Xia court jealous and envious appeared in front of everyone's eyes, making everyone's mouths open wide.

"Hit the king!"

"How can it be a beating king?"

The old man stood up suddenly, trembling and trying to touch the golden mace with his hand.

Master Zheng was speechless in surprise, just panting vigorously.

Master Lin should have guessed a long time ago, although he was surprised, he was quite calm, and after a moment of surprise, he looked at his son-in-law with more satisfaction.

On the contrary, it was the old lady, the old feudal monarch who had followed Jia Daishan through ups and downs for decades, and this time her reaction was the calmest among the few people in the room.

"Brother Cong, this is a good thing, but it will also make your future road more tortuous!"

The old lady's words brought back to the two masters of Yu and Zheng who were shocked, and Master Lin nodded in agreement.

"Mother-in-law is right, why did the sage let Father-in-law Dai secretly send you this golden sword, just because he didn't want to bring you unnecessary attention and pressure. After all, the Marquis of Yongfeng, who held the golden gong and opened the government to build a government, would make the Manchu civil and military jealous. ”

Master Lin knows too well what kind of virtue the officials of the DPRK and China are, maybe they are upright officials, but no one wants to have an extra sword hanging on their heads for no reason.

The last wielder, Wei Wenzhenggong, finally passed away, and it was only a few years after he was relieved?

The old lady slapped the table with a bang, gathering the eyes of several people.

With a rare solemn look on her old man's face, she advised: "Before Brother Cong has the power to use the golden mace, no one is allowed to spread this matter!" Did you hear that? It's not something to brag about, you know? ”

Grandpa, the Jia family is about to be completely developed!

In addition to the old lady who is worthy of enjoying the Taimiao, the Jia family is afraid that there will be another life to be crowned and die in the Taimiao.

This is a good opportunity for the Jia family to continue to be rich for several generations, whoever dares to pull back in this matter, the old woman will pick his skin!

The old lady's eyes were fixed on the second son Jia Zheng, who was still in a dazed state, compared with the shrewd eldest son, the younger son with a strong personality was the most likely to make mistakes.

"Second brother, this matter is different from others, before Brother Cong does not have the prestige of Wei Qinghe, it is not a glory to beat Wang Jingong, but a piece of fat, and anyone will want to take a bite of fat. Do you understand? ”

It was the first time that Master Zheng saw the sharp light against him from the old lady's eyes, and he couldn't help but shudder and nodded violently.

"The mother can rest assured, the son knows the severity! It's just that why did the saint give the golden gong to Cong Ge'er at this time? ”

This is a question that even the old lady can't figure out.

Lin Ruhai had some guesses, but he wasn't sure. After exchanging a few words with Master Yu, he finally turned his gaze to Jia Cong, who was holding a golden mace and frowning and contemplative.

Jia Cong saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and shook his head bitterly: "I really don't know, as soon as I woke up in the evening, I saw Uncle Eleventh holding a golden mace in my room, which scared me." ”

He took out the emperor's one-sentence imperial pen letter, and after everyone read it, several people were confused.

Sure enough, the Sacred Heart is unfathomable!

In the end, it was the old lady who said: "The saint and His Majesty must have a deep meaning in doing this. In my opinion, it's better to let Brother Cong go to the palace and ask......"

……

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I visited my uncle.

Jia Cong came to the palace gate in a carriage yawning, he didn't fall asleep at all last night, and he thought about it all night with the golden hammer that beat the king.

I thought I could walk into the palace gate with my face brushed as usual.

But the Han general, who didn't want to guard the door, said apologetically: "Master Hou, Your Majesty has a decree that before the Lantern Festival, Lord Hou is forbidden to enter the palace." ”

Ha?

Who am I? Yongfeng Hou Jia Cong! Royal cat Jia Cong! Wearing the royal golden order on his waist, he is holding the imperial goose feather knife......

It will be stopped at the gate of the palace!

Jia Cong asked depressedly, "Why did Your Majesty make this will?" ”

"Master Hou doesn't want to embarrass the last general, the last general doesn't know anything, only knows that this oracle was conveyed by Gonggong Xia himself. That's right......"

The black-faced man beckoned to the doorway, and soon a golden shadow dragged him out.

Boom~

Jia Cong, who was defenseless, only felt like a boulder was pressed on his chest, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Damn, how much do you weigh now, don't you have any points in your heart?"

With the help of his own soldiers, he laboriously got out from under the big cat, and the originally delicate and beautiful little marquis, the official robe on his body was wrinkled, and the purple and gold crown was crooked to the side.

"Master Hou, the sage went to the Xishan Imperial Mausoleum early in the morning and left General Huwei behind, saying that he was waiting for you to come and take the general back."

Yes, these two masters are calculated.

Jia Cong could only arch his hand towards the palace, tugging at the skin on the big cat's neck, and walked slowly to his home.

……

There are a lot of people in the market, the smell of firecrackers is very strong, and from time to time there are little dolls playing who are attracted by the big cat with a gold gradient tattoo on the flower arm, and whisper behind Jia Cong.

Jia Cong failed to enter the palace to ask for the answer, and was hung by the second saint who was a riddler, and he was originally very irritable.

After seeing the little doll wearing new clothes and eating sugar gourds, the childlike spirit revived and suddenly ran over and snatched the sugar gourd in the hands of one of the fat dolls.

Quack~

A sweet and sour sugar gourd bit into his mouth, Jia Cong smiled, the fat doll's mouth was deflated, and she cried loudly with a wow.

"Hey, eat a sugar gourd from you, I'll let you touch the tiger, okay?"

Ka~

"Then I'll give you all the sugar gourds, can you give me the big cat?"

This little fat man is quite good at business!

The big cat definitely can't give it to him, but well, it's okay to let him touch it a few more times.

The return house was thrown aside in advance, and Jia Cong directly took this group of little dolls to play with the big cats.

The parents of those dolls were originally worried that their children would disturb the nobles, but after seeing that the person who grabbed the sugar gourd with their children was the royal cat Jia Cong, they were relieved.

"I'll just say, how could a tiger suddenly appear in Kyori, it turned out to be Micha-sama. That's fine......"

"It's okay, let's see, when the little third master has had fun, our baby can still get a reward."

Playing with children, most of the boredom that Jia Cong held in his heart magically dissipated, and he suddenly had a little understanding of the imperial pen that he sent home with Jin Gong.

The last old man Wei, who was the last holder, was working for the people of the world until the end of his life.

The second sage gave the king the golden gong early, which should be to warn him, a wise man, not to forget Wei Wenzhenggong, who promoted him to protect him, and not to forget what he said: The worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world!

Another point, since you Jia Cong want to limit the monarchy, then I will give you the power to limit the monarchy, see what you do!

At least now that he Liu Heng is still alive, even if something goes wrong, he can recover it in time......

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