The Jia family in Shitoucheng, Wu Sange, Wu Zhuangyuan, Yu Lu, Bao Er and others were trained in the backyard, running, holding stone locks, etc. This kind of painful, painful and happy life has been started for several days. As long as they are free, Jia Cong has to train, and the corresponding appetite and rewards are also increasing. Jia Cong is writing memorials in a quiet study at this moment. Compared with the two, the difference in treatment is really big.

"When you go to Yangzhou to supervise the army and raise the salt tax, are you going to do it yourself? But in this way... well, I always feel that the situation is bound to be bad for you. There are people behind those big salt merchants..."

The so-called "those close to red" are red, and those close to ink are black. They enter the abalone shop, and they do not smell the fragrance for a long time. They enter the Lanzhi room, and they do not smell the smell for a long time. After staying with Jia Cong for a long time, Miaoyu can't help but think about things from his perspective and with his thinking.

"The emperor is also a human being. If one person says bad things about you, the emperor may not think it is true. Two people and three people are the same. However, a group of people say bad things about you..."

"Last time, as you said, I bet on a bet on the emperor's importance to "Flying Immortal Record", but gambling is OK once or twice. If you bet too much, your family will be destroyed and your family will be destroyed. Even if you get rich overnight, it is not a long-term solution."

"Yes, Master Miaoyu has gotten his head." Jia Cong continued: "Behind those salt merchants, they can all have people who can speak in the court. Once they violate the interests of too many people, no one will give up, just like the last time the censor impeached me. Politics sometimes is gambling, but gambling can never become a long-term way of politics... For example, Wang Mang and Jia Yi, I'm afraid they don't know where they are wrong."

"Then you... know that there is a tiger in the mountain, but you tend to go to Tiger Mountain?" Miaoyu rubbed the stool before sitting next to Jia Cong. "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's child? You can't bear to leave the child and can't catch the wolf, right?"

"Isn't this still a gambling?" Jia Cong pinched Miaoyu's snow-white chin: "That's how I thought. After I arrived in Yangzhou, I submitted a memorial to report my illness, resigned from the emperor, and then asked me to be sick in the inn, and did nothing on the surface..."

"Let Liu Zhiyuan take the blame again?" Miaoyu's face showed a deep worry: "It's always inappropriate. It's okay to frame him behind his back once, but the paper can't cover the fire. There is no airtight wall in the world. If he knows, it's not him who died in the end, but you. He is the emperor's slave and confidant. One sentence is even more powerful than your eight memorials. You are playing with fire, and you will burn yourself up..."

"I won't make small moves this time, but I'm not kind. For the long-term plan, once I get sick, it's equivalent to quitting by default and secretly giving Liu Zhiyuan an idea." Jia Cong said seriously: "You're right. If Liu Zhiyuan can't bear their offensive and shirk responsibility, I will become the biggest culprit king... So, Shanren has prepared many tricks, and I'll talk about it later."

Miaoyu sighed lowly and stared at him with a faint look. She would never have thought that the officialdom was so sinister, and Jia Cong who wandered in it also had the side of a cold-blooded politician. Once a politician was completely cold-blooded, what else could he not give up for the long-term interests? What else could he not become a pawn?

Fortunately, she was relieved that Jia Cong showed this mentality and psychology to her calmly and unconsciously. Such Jia Cong, his beautiful wife and concubines, may not be able to see her outside wife... Thinking about this way, Miaoyu felt that she had obtained the most real him, how lucky?

After writing the memorial for the death of the disease, a wolf hair was placed in the inkstone. Seeing Miaoyu who was thinking about her, Jia Cong thought that she was worried about her trip to Suzhou and had added military supervision. Su Song could only put it behind. At this time, how could she think that the noble Miaoyu also had the intention of an ordinary woman? He smiled and said, "When the memorial is correct, the work in Yangzhou is over, I will accompany you to Suzhou on the grounds of telling the disease."

There is also Xing Xiuyan in the land of the Three Wu Jiali... When Jia Cong thinks that his harem is particularly open, Youshi and Qin Keqing were once mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and Eryou did not have much ethical relationship, so he could blatantly marry... And Miaoyu and Xing Xiuyan can be said to be masters and apprentices...

Whether Youshi and Qin Keqing meet or Miaoyu and Xing Xiuyan meet, there is no need to mention the embarrassment?

Therefore, it is better to stagger it...

Although rabbits do not eat grass beside their nests, isn’t there any saying that the fat and water will not flow to outsiders’ fields?

Yes, yes, yes...

There are always many excuses for anyone to find excuses for anything.

Miaoyu, who was sitting side by side leaning on Jia Cong's shoulder, did not explain. What she was worried about and thinking was not actually going to Suzhou to pay tribute to her master. She felt Jia Cong's hot palms, and she raised her head and refused lukewarmly, "Your rouge smells too strong..."

Like Baochai, Miaoyu never puts makeup on her face and faces the sky... It is more suitable for facing the ground. Women of this era are more dignified, and the two of them are also dressed in particular. Even if they are not luxurious, they like exquisiteness. Jia Cong was not impatient: "Then I'll go find Yuanyang."

"..." Miaoyu simply stopped talking, and was a little regretful. Did her obsession with cleanliness hurt him?

The mandarin duck in the bedroom was counting the silver, secretly calculating who more of Jia Cong's silver and the old lady's silver. Jia Cong came in and was intimate when he was leaving.

But Yuanyang is a typical loyal girl. She did not approve of any man in the Jia family, including Jia Baoyu and Jia Cong, but Jia Cong barely saved her. Moreover, she could feel that as a woman's happiness in such a thing, this was the feeling she felt a few more times. Most importantly, Jia Cong not only treated her as a toy, but she felt the envy and jealousy mixed in their awe in front of the servants these days, and she was quite enjoying it.

After some intimacy, Yuanyang didn't dare to sleep inside, nor would he put his body on Jia Cong. This girl was so mature that she couldn't be more mature. Her oval face was red and hot, "You should be careful when taking the boat. If you don't come back, please help me ask the old lady."

"Okay." Jia Cong ate it completely, but he didn't make any promises. Jia She knew, I wonder what she would feel... Jia Cong thought it would be better for Yuanyang to stay in Jinling. When she returned to her own yard, wouldn't she have a headache? He took the opportunity to pinch Yuanyang's proud little dot: "Don't worry too much. The old lady promised you to come down. I guess she had thought it through. However, there were fewer people here and were colder. Originally, it was an excuse to visit your dead father and mother. If you take me to the incense stick tomorrow, we don't have to divide our masters and slaves."

How could Yuanyang stand his kneading? This loyal and fair girl had a very cold relationship with her brother Jin Wenxiang and sister-in-law, and she wanted to send her to Jia She's room. Jia Cong's words and deeds, both physically and psychologically, moved her greatly. Her arms turned around and hugged her...
Chapter completed!