Jia Cong knew that there would be no firm allies in the court. He was also considered an old martial arts world in the two dynasties, fighting clans, political enemies, salt attractions, imperial courts, and battlefields. From family to court, from domestic to foreign countries, how could he not see the friendly enemy clearly with such a colorful experience? Being blinded by victory and blinded by glory?

I talked about a lot of issues with people on the same line. When talking about Jia Lan's impeachment, it turned out that a kedao Taiyuan jumped out and wrote a letter to discuss the proportion of imperial examinations in the north and south, as well as the issue of hometown and household registration. This argument has a very influence. Especially the Jia clan's family who moved from Jinling to Beijing, whose ancestral home is in the south, but who took the exam in the north are the first to be affected.

"That's right. There are about twenty of the six academicians in the Censorate. Their main core attack is: those who relocated to the north, especially those in Jiangnan, who have received the best southern education in the world, may not be able to get a good ranking in the south. When they come to the north, the southerners can crush the northerners as long as they are of medium or medium level. This is unfair, and it involves people who come to grab quotas for other provinces, which is not a small problem." Jia Lan said in a lack of confidence. Others' attacks are really powerful. Is this just a problem with the Jia family? No, it is a major national problem, and from ancient times to the present.

Wang Yingyuan narrowed his eyes: "It's so amazing. Shanhai Gong, you went to Jiangnan to study and then returned to Zhili Provincial Examination."

Wang Yinglin, Zhang Maocai, Kuang Liuhe and others looked at each other and frowned: "The other party first attacked Jia Lan, and the spearhead was actually the assistant minister."

"It is really clever to use this to provoke trouble." Jia Cong directed: "Provoking big things from small problems has always been a common means of impeachment. I mean, educational resources are unfair and uneven, and there is indeed something that someone can pick them out, and the court allows them to pick them out, which proves that they are a good thing. Only by picking them out and discussing them can we save and improve them. Therefore, we should not refute this matter."

Bi Zhong was slightly surprised: "Jia Cong's courage is already worthy of the prime minister, and only this courage can take on the heavy burden!"

All the allies knew that even if the fact that "there is great injustice in the national imperial examination" was settled and prayed for improvement, then Jia Cong and Jia Lan could not be removed, right? It would not be possible to move the general trend that Jia Cong had already become.

However, how to deal with it is a problem. If you pick out one by one, from a small problem to a big problem, to a sea-opening measure, is it still an unfair education and a personal belly problem? No, then it will be a problem of the opponent completely defeating Jia Cong's personal authority. If you don't respond, you will inevitably repeat the mistake of the powerful minister being counterattacked.

This is the cruelty of political struggle.

Some people say it well, all the dirty things in the world are in politics.

After discussing for about half an hour, Jia Cong and his old friends, old martial arts, alliances, and new allies discussed various countermeasures, discussed a lot of defense and counterattack measures one by one, and as the meeting was about to disperse, Bi Zhong and Shan Ziye reminded: "Today's mourning meeting is clearly..."

"Yes! I just thought of it!" Jia Lan, a young official, realized after realizing it: "There are not so many people in the court, and Uncle Cong's staunch supporters. This is someone planning behind the scenes, creating an illusion that he has made great achievements and is in charge of the government from afar. If this continues... the emperor will not be suspicious and afraid, and then get rid of it quickly?"

The more I thought about Jia Lan, the more sweat it became on her back.

"A small thing." Jia Cong blinked.

The allies left with confidence and finally agreed that no one would be allowed to visit during his sorrow period. They were only allowed to communicate secretly with letters, and always grasp the situation.

During the day, the housewife, brother and nephew, helped him, and Jia Cong was happy to be idle. In the evening, Rongguo Mansion and Ningguo Mansion, which were in name only, were still immersed in the big scene of the officials brought by Jia Cong. In the great power, they had to look up at the back high, almost unshakable.

Jia Cong walked to the second warehouse. Sun Fu, Yu Lu and others led the servants to count the gifts filled with more than a dozen warehouses. Qingwen, Xiangling and Ying'er were busy keeping accounts. Qingwen only thought it was fun: "There aren't so many wives' furniture, right?"

"It's just a devastating weapon, but those first-class specifications are really valuable." Xiangling also wore a filial piety dress, and the two beautiful concubines shone brightly.

"These two girls are not interested in fighting, and the vase is also good. They seem useless and have little help, but they can be appreciated and enjoyed by others." Jia Cong thought so, and said, "Do you know what to do?"

"As soon as my orders, the precious and large number of people are not close to others, and all those who do not come close to others will be returned." Sun Fu and Long Aotian laughed without any pain. Only Yu Lu and Bao Er were like cutting their flesh and could not give up. Wu Sange, Wu Zhuangsheng, and Zhong Yin, who were previously the personal soldiers of Jia Congbiao's camp, all followed the orders. The maids in the inner house dared not to touch them, and Xue Baochai didn't ask.

Rongqing Hall, one of the "Four Kings" in the past, was one of the "Four Kings" and the concubine of the Prince of Nan'an. Duan Jin sat with Grandmother Jia, wearing a python suit and a phoenix crown and a robe. Her eyes looked down with high above suddenly became soft: "The unworthy descendants of my family have become masters of the Grand Secretary of the Palace, and that is his fate."

"Oh." Jia Mu, who had gray hair on her hair, looked complicated and didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

The golden mandarin ducks with their shoulders cut off and the waist of the water snake were proudly protruding, and they didn't understand it, and they felt extremely proud of Jia Cong.

In the east ear room of Rongxi Hall on the middle road, Mrs. Wang, who was "sick" in the middle, sat very healthily. When she went home, she resolutely took off the filial piety clothes that made him disgusted with her uncle's son, and she was angry.

Xiren checked his words and expressions: "Madam, the royal relatives belong to our family after all, so Master Liang Cong dares not go too far. It is better to be as peaceful as usual and get a share of the pie."

"But I'm so angry, but Yuanchun has no children."

In this case, it was reported that our virtuous grandmother Xue Baochai, who was virtuous and housekeeper, personally checked and built a simple thatched hut around the great master's mourning hall. At the top of our topic, Jia Cong, who swept the traffic in the capital and family circles, was mourning and vegetarian in the hut day and night. Not only Qingwen, but Xiangling, two beautiful concubines that people wished to swallow, Jia Cong did not touch, even Xue Baochai and the others, even during the day, had no record of staying together for a long time, and they had never met each other at night. Just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the Queen Mother, a hairpin and a Milky Way. From then on, Aries and Lyra have been across the river for 100,000 years.

Alas, filial son, touching, meticulous... Is such a filial son who is sincere and strict in adhering to the rules of Dingyou? Isn't he a model of loyal ministers and good generals?

Not only did the Jia family shock, but the powerful people in the capital who were originally waiting and watching the storm of Guanyingtang got a news: Jia Cong fired most of the gifts and remained the same.

First there was an uproar! Then, no matter whether it was friends or enemies, everyone praised it in a crowd! There is no refutation. Which powerful minister was not allowed to be found when his home was confiscated?

The Sanwang Street in the Imperial City was filled with wind and sand, just like this turmoil. Prince Zhongshun Ling Juechu felt the increasingly harsh imperial capital environment outside the closed doors and windows, and gained weight: "I have seen that Miaoyu. She is indeed a first-class beauty and a rare top-notch person in the world. It is rare that the people below have such filial piety, and it is even more hateful that good things were taken first by Jia Cong. I... are innocent of being a noble man in heaven..."

Jiang Yuhan, a famous official in Yanjing, sang a song of accepting his fate in the flower hall, and made a loud Qin opera and made a sharp turn to the tune of Kunshan, Jiangnan. The powerful people picked up ivory chopsticks, Gao Wenqi held a golden cup: "Qi Wendao, a gentry in Huating, carefully surveyed all Jia Cong's books more than ten times, and collected them into ten memorials... This can also be written into one, and I will get it first..."

"Ginseng! You must gin!" Prince Zhongshun snorted: "If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find in the future. If you can ginseng, you will be able to ginseng and will be widely collected and listed. Small problems will gradually become big problems."

Daoxiang Village in Daguanyuan is a golden cave, and a farmhouse is highlighted in the dirty ground. The afterglow of the sunset reflects the shadow of the cover outside the fence as it is long and quiet.

The gathering of chickens, ducks and geese clamored, and the audio-visual impact of the famous lady Li Wan, went home and took off her mourning clothes and dressed up in the mirror: "From this perspective, Lan'er's success as a Jinshi does not mean that she can ensure stability."

Su Yun said: "If you have Master Cong who goes up first, you can be safe."

Li Wan accepted the fact helplessly and thought to herself: "Yes, studying may not necessarily lead to becoming an official, being an official may not necessarily lead to wealth, and being a rich person may not necessarily lead to long-term. However, the reason why countless people try their best to squeeze out is because there has been no upward channel throughout the ages and there has been no upward channel, and they have to gain one in ten thousand. The fact is often: No matter where you are, you either borrow the backstage to get on the position or be beaten by the backstage."

After pondering for a long time, the more I thought about it, the more I knew how important Jia Cong was. She asked about the recent situation of mourning there. Biyue enthusiastically told the current gossip she had just heard: "Isn't the ritual over? Mr. Cong went to Tiekan Temple to clean the hut, and he had to guard there in the future."

After learning the details, Li Wanmei blushed. The next evening, she combed a retro Han Dynasty horse bun, wore a light blue straight collar, double-breasted small sleeves, and a folded satin plum strip illustration lotus skirt, showing her charm: "What excuses are you looking for?"

"By the way." Li Wan took the talented girl from the clan who was in the Suluo family and waited for the work to come out and prayed for blessings and burned incense.

After a few days, the smart man who is the best at avoiding disaster chose to take the initiative and seize the opportunity.

Mrs. Jia Mu Wang cannot protect her for a long time. Once they and Jia Zheng die, they will be in line with the law.

Once the mature royal sister grasps Jia Cong, it is not only her but also their mother and son.

The only one who can protect her is Jia Cong, and the only one who can protect them for a long time is Jia Cong.

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