As the sun passed by the sky, the shadow of Renhua Palace gradually slanted eastward and became longer and longer. The stone carved cranes, sundials, etc. on the left and right sides of the Danbi in front of the hall were also stretched slenderly.

The figure below His Holy Dan was moving, and no one seemed panicked. Jia Cong touched his back and found that his inner clothes were already half wet. He took a breath, it seemed that he was still lacking in training.

Jaswen, Wei Shixuan looked at him coldly, neither greeted and bowed, nor spoke with a good face. He snorted and passed by him.

The six ministries, Dali Temple, the Censorate, and the Tongzheng Department, were also called Nine Ministers. Because the ancients admired the ancient times, the Minister of Personnel was called the Tomb Prison, the Minister of Revenue was called the Situ, the Minister of War was called Sima (or the original soldier), the Minister of Justice was called Siko, the Minister of Works was called Sikong, and the Censor of the Censorate was called the General Constitution.

At this moment, the Grand Sima, Jia Yucun, the soldier of Jia Cong, also turned a blind eye to Jia Cong. According to the principle, Lin Ruhai wrote a letter of recommendation, Jia Zheng was an agent, and Wang Ziteng guaranteed his principal. He should be close to Jia Cong among the four major families. He would even say hello, but Jia Yucun looked like he was not concerned about his own affairs and was talking to other ministers. Jia Yucun had a straight nose and a powerful cheek, a majestic figure, and looked like Cao Cao.

In order to avoid suspicion, the auxiliary minister Wang Yingyuan passed by just a smile. Among the nine ministers, the Minister of Revenue Bi Zhong was the Minister of Revenue Bi Zhong.

Shan Ziye wanted to come too, and hesitated for a while and walked back to the yamen again. He was alone, and the situation was as pitiful as Jia Cong. This Grand Sikong was a craftsman, and no one talked to him, side by side, as if it was a very depreciating price.

"Will writer Jia Xiu return to Hanlin Academy? Why not wait in the court room outside the hall?" Bi Zhong invited: "Thirteen selected personnel are all there, so it's better to be companions."

He calmly relieved Jia Cong's embarrassment and returned to the Hanlin Academy to face the two people who were fighting against each other, openly and secretly. Jia Cong looked at the row of houses on the east side of the hall and pondered: "Okay, thank you for the kindness of the great Situ Shengqing."

Jia Cong took a step back and asked him to go first. Bi Zhong said as he walked: "It is me who should be grateful to you for my hometown. The Central Plains suffered such a huge flood. If I don't work hard, I will never be ashamed to go home in this life."

"But this... it's really a mistake..."

"I think that with the help of Eunuch Dai, there will be no serious consequences. Recently, there are people who claim to be honest and honest, who are not afraid of power and traitors. How can one word be clearly explained? There are many people in the south who have public opinion. The Chu people, Luo people, including Qi and Jin in the Central Plains, are not all like this. It is good to stick to their original intentions."

How many people can stick to their true hearts forever? Anyone with great ambitions gradually changed after entering the imperial examination. Jia Cong shook his head and entered the wooden house on the east side. Some of the dozen people closed their eyes and rested, while others whispered at him.

It is called the Chaofang, but in fact, this row of houses is for officials who entered the cabinet. They are waiting for it. There are warning signs outside the door, and the furnishings inside the house are all simple, just tables, benches, and tea cups.

Dong Anguo also separated from Jia Cong without suspicion. Jia Cong seemed to be a plague god at once. Everyone was avoiding him. Only Gong Dingci had a demeanor and turned around to the tea-storming clerk, "Jia Xiuting was in a long time, and he was a young man's newcomer, so why didn't he pour it for him?"

"The tea is cold when the person leaves. Haven't Editor Gong heard of it?" The cabinet clerk took out the teapot and left. He could hear the complaint: "You have to drink it and pour it yourself!"

At present, even a clerk thought he was helpless? Jia Cong snorted coldly in his heart, "The warmth and warmth of human relationships, but that's the case, when you flatter me."

"No need to worry, just a clerk." Gong Dingci got up and poured a cup of Jia Cong. The tea was used as a storefront and pretended to behave. Jia Cong took it and took a few sips and tasted it. However, he smiled and said nothing.

"Why don't Jia Sima fight for you?" Gong Dingci was also on the list of recommendations, including Dai Fengxiang. Dai Fengxiang thought about it and didn't come over and sat alone in the corner. Basically, Jiuqing thought that these teenagers had little hope.

"If you want to say that the fastest promotion in recent years is Jia Sima Huzhou, and he was selected from outside and is highly valued." Gong Dingci said: "Try more hard."

"I will do my best." Jia Cong whispered: "Who can tell me clearly at this moment? Mingzhe is always right to protect himself. If you and I, would you stand up and wave flags and shout for the four Jinling families? He is eager to separate his relationship and not be implicated."

"A few years ago, when Jia Yucun was outside the office, he tried to convict murder cases in order to please the four Jinling families. He also took other people's antique fans for my father. However, since last year, I have never seen any visits during the Chinese New Year and the holidays, and I am so careless."

"The road is far away and the horse's strength can be seen in people's hearts over time." Gong Dingci smacked his lips: "The court has caused an uproar in this matter. Everyone says that you are in danger, which is a blessing and a disaster. Only at this time can you distinguish your true friends and enemies."

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"Have you eaten? Have you rested?" Dai Quan was a little impatient in the Sili Supervision Office.

"After just two meals delivered by the imperial kitchen, the master became more and more tired and fell asleep. His son didn't dare to go in and replied, just asked the slaves on duty to guard him." Liu Zhiyuan stood up and took out a file from his sleeve: "My son contacted the people from the Ministry of Rites and had already received the file from Fang Wuhui, who was in the Bingzi Department of Palace Examination."

"It's done well." Dai Quan sat down with a sneer, took it and kneaded it into a ball, tore it apart without looking at it, throwing it into the trash can, and said with his back: "The Lord has no leisure or time to go to see it. The three courts have our people. At that time, we will call Jia Cong, the Minister of the Dali Temple, and we will cry when we go to the emperor. These cartilage bastards dare to ridicule our family, no one can ask for it!"

...

"Two ladies, I haven't gone out to do business for a long time. I don't know this doctor. I am a woman, how can I know these people?" Wang Xifeng denied it, but she felt a little anxious. Her hands holding the handkerchief became tighter and tighter.

Ping'er touched her swollen left cheek and went out to tick a curtain so that the masters could see Doctor Hu who was kneeling down.

The doctor Hu was about forty years old, with his tiny eyes and hands tied back. Xing'er and Zhao'er held him down and knelt down. Dr Hu was dying and his beard was dry, as if he hadn't eaten or slept for a few days, and his hat was tilted.

Jia Lian came to the threshold, louder his voice, and kicked Dr. Hu down: "Say! Who instructed you?!"

"It was a man named Qing'er in your mansion." Doctor Hu Yong knew that he would die without a doubt, so he only wanted to have fun, but he did not expect to be punished in the yamen.

"Madam..." Wang Xifeng said, and Jia Lian interrupted: "Take Qing'er!"

The servant Qing'er kowtowed like pounding garlic, avoiding Wang Xifeng's murderous eyes, "The Fangzi is in the hands of Doctor Hu... it's... it's Grandma Lian who ordered Xiao... It's Sister Shan who serves Aunt Yanhong on weekdays, and she knows a lot..."

"Take Sister Shan!" Jia Lian was vicious and felt a little proud. No matter Qiu Tong or Yanhong, he did not show much mercy after playing, including Duo Girls and Bao Er family, but he still had a bottom line. He didn't want the Bao Er family to die at the beginning. Unfortunately, the Bao Er family was afraid of Wang Xifeng and hanged him. After his death, Wang Xifeng looked harsh and was weak, and Jia Lian gave the money to the point.
Chapter completed!