Zhuozhou, Zhuolu Post.

Jia Zheng, who was dismissed from his post, met a postman who had reported to him here. After reading the post house, Jia Zheng burst into tears and knelt down to the capital: "The emperor's kindness is so great! The ancestors show their spirits! My Jia family's poetry and rituals and thighs, what can I do..."

"However, the descendants are unfilial, and the Eastern Palace has ruined the family style. Now Jia Zheng is impeached for hiding stolen money and his political achievements are not obvious. He is ashamed of his ancestors..."

"However, fortunately, the concubine's son Jia Cong stood up and followed the righteousness of my Jia family. Ding Chou wrote a letter that Your Majesty no longer asked the Ministry of Revenue for money, and put state affairs first. Jia Zheng was very lucky! The Jia family was very lucky! The Jia family was saved!"

As he said that, he choked and cried, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Chang Sui Qian Huai pretended to wipe away tears, but he didn't agree with it: "What political achievements are not obvious, hiding stolen silver? My master is really pedantic. If you want to find a crime, just those censors who inspected the police, don't they have corruption? The master still can't see the situation clearly..."

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The incident of Ding Chou's letter caused a sensation in the Jia family. For a time, the servants of Rongguo Mansion all reported that the Jia family had truly produced a loyal minister, which was proud of.

The comprador of Rongguo Mansion went out to buy things, and his waist was much straightened. He was no longer like the one from Ningguo Mansion. Everyone shouted and beat him, and said to everyone: "We are the comprador of Rongguo Mansion. There is a Jia Xiu's comprador in our Rongguo Mansion..."

In the winter of the fifteenth year of Yongle, there was a folk song in Yanjing that was the hottest: "I scolded the current emperor and beat the editor of the Jia family."

The incident of Ding Chou's letter has become a topic of conversation for many people to talk around the stove. As a person from the capital, if he didn't know about this, it would be too rustic and the emperor looked down on him.

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Rongguo Mansion, on the eight-step bed in the inner room.

"Ouch! Be gentle, be gentle..." Jia Cong no longer pretended to be tough at home. All the benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, trustworthiness, gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and mercy were all pretended to be for others to see. He was on the bed with a white butt on the eight-step bed.

"Does it still hurt?" Baochai applied medicine, stretched out her bare hands to pull her husband's pants, sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her tears.

Jia Cong lay down and pulled his wife's hand, saying, "The Ministry of Justice is not far from the Hanlin Academy. I went to ask. The Ministry of Justice is undergoing preliminary review, and the file is still required to be reviewed by Dali Temple. The result of the preliminary review is to behead the prison guards, and the Ministry of Revenue Guanglu Temple has removed your royal merchant household registration... I have read "Huidian" and "Dashun Law". It is impossible for Mr. Qiu to be not to be punished or not to be punished. Besides, with the secret supervision of the Jinyiwei, it is already a blessing to either behead him or her. What I can do is to let him suffer less in prison."

"Stop talking, don't talk about these things at this time." Xue Baochai held his shoulder and whispered: "You are like this, don't worry about him anymore. Life and death are destined to be rich and noble in heaven. He is not blessed, and he does not know how to be blessed in blessings."

Jia Cong was a little strange. In his heart, Baochai was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He estimated that Xue Pan's weight, that is, the weight of his brother, would definitely be heavier than her husband in Baochai's mind. Unexpectedly, because of his injury, Baochai was willing to accommodate him.

"Do you know? I'm so scared when I heard the news. If you have something, what should I... let's do..." Xue Baochai closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and tears like strings fell down her cheeks.

She has no children, and now her parents' family is like that, and her husband is a concubine. Jia Cong stretched out his hand and put his waist on his back and comforted him: "Do you think I am that kind of stupid person? You must be a little sure of everything before you do it. How can I bear to let you be a widow like a good girl?"

Suddenly, the corners of his lips were cold. Xue Baochai blocked Jia Cong's lips with his jade fingers, and then reached out to his cheek: "Brother Cong, Sister Bao is the only one now. I have lost my father since I was a child, and I am about to lose my brother. I have wanted to enter the palace since I was a child. You don't know that the other three families are all rich and noble, but my family is only rich but not noble... Later, I failed to enter the palace, and my mind became weak. Later, I followed you, and I didn't think anything was wrong. As soon as I entered the door, I had the imperial edict, and Sister Lin didn't have this honor..."

"But it's different now. It turns out that being an official is not safe. The emperor said that the boss was a stumbling block, and he said that the county magistrate was better than to be in charge. The person who was in charge had another stumbling block, and your life was in danger... Maybe I am a woman, and you didn't tell me about those things, just carry them alone."

Jia Cong was stunned for a while: "Aren't these what you want? Great wealth and glory. With fame and fortune, there is a place to settle down and hope. In the world throughout the ages, good people do not allow good ends and good people to be rewarded. That is just a helpless and incompetent comfort. At least in this way, I will be glorious and you will be glorious. Even if something unfortunately happens one day, at least it will not be in vain."

"What I want is not just the title you give me." Xue Baochai widened Shui's almond eyes and pressed Jia Cong's heart with her right index finger.

Jia Cong smiled, touched the silver bracelet on her wrist, looked at her neck and said, "Where is your golden lock? Why don't you wear it?"

"I think it's very heavy. It's just a child's illness. The monks and Taoists in the traveling house are talking nonsense. Today, I'm cured, so why should I wear it? Don't spend the money to buy it for me. Your annual salary is not much, and the money is still from the bookstore." Xue Baochai lowered her head and did not look directly at him.

Jia Cong was quite interesting. Has the golden marriage become a thing of the past?

After several months of life as a couple, Baochai, as the mistress, also took over the monthly money of their first house. Jia Cong became an official and was in charge of the family and was able to bear the life of her own house. Although the money was handled by Baochai, she was not afraid of her toxic Qingwen Xiangling, the first thing was handled by Jia Cong herself. Therefore, Baochai didn't know how Jia Cong spent outside, whether there were other women, or something like that. If there were, she should be able to see the clues.

Xue Baochai is not always at home. At least at this moment, Jia Cong can see the side of her little daughter and her shy side. There is a kind of relationship between husband and wife that starts after marriage. This is an arranged marriage, a good match, and a common language. It is not impossible to fall in love after marriage. Generally speaking, people at this level, marriage and marriage have various visions, secular and snobbish. Therefore, Jia Cong never seeks pure love. The piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, pavement, food, and food. Once the material foundation and external conditions are lost, love will become worthless, just a fantasy thing that literary youths complain without illness.

This is Jia Cong's own idea. In his opinion, people like Baochai and Xiren do things naturally and more secularly, and are the same as him. Since they are the same type of people, they cannot complement each other. However, it is not difficult to respect each other as guests. Life is not good.

"I think you will be able to handle the wife of the Ministry of War, the Minister of War, the Left Deputy Censor and other wife." Jia Cong spared no effort to use his wife's diplomats to make every profit and talent.

"Yes, okay." Xue Baochai smiled, not repulsive: "You lie down quickly, the injury has not healed yet."

"It's been several days, and I can leave." Jia Cong was able to miss the Hanlin Academy and the West Pavilion for about a month because of the court. Not only did he save his fame and life, but he also returned after the year. After six years of great inspection, he had great hope of promotion, and it was the time to be full of ambitions.

The Jia family cannot help but rely on him.
Chapter completed!