Feng Jing left after reading Emperor Taikang's imperial edict. After that, the court returned to its original appearance, but the atmosphere became colder, and some trivial matters were handled casually.

It was not until the Si hour that the court meeting dispersed, and Jia Li was kept by Emperor Mingkang and called to the imperial study room.

Since Jia Li came in, Emperor Mingkang has been reading memorials and writing paintings. After a while, Emperor Mingkang said quietly: "Wu Shang, this time I am incompetent and have not sought justice for you!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Li frowned slightly, wondering what Emperor Mingkang meant, was he comforting himself or warning him? Now Emperor Mingkang is like an angry lion licking his wound. It was a time of suspicion that if he couldn't say anything, he would burn his body.

It is also said that Emperor Kang is not a good person to be with. If this person calmed down, he would not be difficult to see if he calmed down. Sui Wu was very hurtful, but he would definitely leave a knot in his heart. This is not what Jia Li is willing to see now.

The imperial study room was quiet. After Emperor Mingkang said this, he didn't say anything and continued to turn over the memorials piled on the imperial case.

Jia Li sorted out the current situation and then said slowly: "Thank you for your care. Facing thousands of troops and horse ministers, he still has no change in his face, let alone a group of playboys. He is very ashamed. I am asking Your Majesty to stand up for me, so I can't help me!"

Emperor Mingkang's expression calmed down when he heard Jia Li's words. He looked at the young man in front of him carefully. Today, he was really amazed. Facing the forced force of the heroes, he was not panicked and made decisions. If it weren't for the in-depth intervention of his father, the people in the court would have been beaten up by Jia Li.

Some things cannot be looked at just on the surface. Now that the two saints are in the dynasty, there is no father-son relationship between the imperial power, but only cold blood and scheming. If we can really capture all the nobles in one place today, Emperor Mingkang would not be ruthless.

Although Jia Li had his own little thoughts, his actions did not disgust Emperor Mingkang, but instead were right in his mind. It has to be said that fate is so magical, and what Jia Li was worried about did not happen.

Seeing that Emperor Mingkang had no intention of attacking, Jia Li did not understand at first. After all, no one liked to be used as a gun, let alone this person is the supreme emperor in the world.

When Jia Li took himself into the role of Emperor Mingkang, he suddenly realized that although Emperor Mingkang is the supreme emperor in the world, he still has his own pressure on him. Besides, this man is not an honest master. He openly asked to abdicate and give way to the wise, but secretly wanted to control the entire court remotely. Now that he does not have much military power, he is like a puppet being emptied.

If we use philosophical terms, we must distinguish the contradiction between the primary and secondary. Now the main contradiction of Emperor Mingkang is not with him, but with Emperor Taikang. His little thoughts just now seem insignificant under this main contradiction. Even Emperor Mingkang will not take it seriously.

Thinking of this, Jia Li changed his mind and thought about the issue of taking sides when he returned to Beijing. If he wanted to step on two boats, he might not get it well, and he didn't have the energy to mediate both sides. If he wanted to be in water between the two sides, he didn't know how much the price he would pay, which was inconsistent with his actual situation. He had other plans and could not be bound to Shenjing all the time.

Since the court meeting had offended those ministers to death, Emperor Taikang didn't have to think about it. Now he could only choose Emperor Mingkang. He had to do the right thing in the court and had to stand firm. In fact, he had only one choice from the beginning. Emperor Taikang was in charge of military power and had many generals under his command. If he wanted to implement his own plans, these people were their own obstacles.

At the end, Jia Li seemed to have said inadvertently: "I regret that Huibinlou was impulsive and made his subordinates crippled those boys. He is still locked in Shuntian Mansion. Now he has not gained any benefits. He has also messed up with himself, embarrassing His Majesty!"

Emperor Mingkang was very unhappy by a group of nobles these days. When he heard Jia Li's words, he felt moved. He looked at Jia Li for some reason, said some comforting words, and then asked him to go back.

Just as Jia Li was working hard, imperial edicts were passed from the Daming Palace. The general meaning was, "Those playboys maliciously slandered the heroes of Dakang, and their ancestors also scattered blood for Dakang, so they treated them lightly. If the playboys locked in Shuntian Palace wanted to go out, they would pay for the minimum of 100,000 taels of "redeem" silver. It was considered as their merits and compensation for the soldiers on the Nine-sided sides."

When the news reached Jia Li's ears, he laughed twice. Sure enough, these emperors were deeply aware of the true teachings of the Mao Hei. After just a few words, Emperor Mingkang understood what he meant.

This imperial edict is so nice. It is to appease the soldiers of the border. Even if the ministers want to give up their unfair descendants, they will have to pay the 100,000 taels, and they will have to pay the bad debts even if they pinch their noses.

Besides, I thought that Emperor Mingkang would not hand over the money to the soldiers of the Jiubian. I used their money to apologize for them and win over the hearts of the people. Emperor Mingkang did not step on it again, which was because of the Supreme Emperor. How could he do such stupid things to gain enemies?

After Jia Li returned home, his butt was not even warm, and suddenly he felt a whim. He had achieved success in his practice. He knew that this feeling was definitely not accidental, but must have a cause, so he ordered people to take a few copper coins from the Halal Temple to offer to the ancestors of the Three Qingshu and forget it.

King Wen performed Zhou Yi. After studying in his later years, Zhong Ni gave a clear statement that people can see clearly. Later generations put their knowledge into practice. Throw three cents into the front, and the opposite side is yin. Two positive and one reverse is Shaoyang. Two negative and one positive are Shaoyin. If all correct is the change line, old yang becomes yin. If all reverse is the same, old yin becomes yang. If all reverses are thrown, you can ask about the good and bad luck!

After reading the hexagram, Jia Li changed his clothes and looked at the fine stitches on it. He guessed that it should be from Qingwen. Looking at the pretty maid who served his clothes, he praised: "Qingwen, this cloud pattern has taken a lot of effort. It is hard to embroider the beautiful and beautiful ones for you. In the future, my clothes will belong to you, and you will add an extra month of monthly money."

Qingwen heard it perfectly. Their master praised people for a few times. Now, when he heard Jia Li's praise, he couldn't help but say, "Thank you, you said this. Don't wait for me to be 70 years old and 80 years old. I don't want me then!"

Jia Li pointed her nose, "I just think about these things at such an old age. Besides, isn't I the kind of kind person who is kind? Maybe I won't live that old age!"

Qingwen was anxious when she heard this and hurriedly said, "Ph, I will definitely live a hundred years old, no, it's a thousand years old."

Hearing her words, Jia Li smiled and said, "It is said that a thousand-year-old turtle is 80,000-year-old turtle. If I really live to be that age, I will not become an old turtle. I don't want to be a turtle. I want me to say that you should be the turtle!"

Qingwen's face turned red, "I don't want to be a servant, so I'd better let Sister Qiujiao come!"

Jia Li laughed. It was a kind of pastime to tease his beautiful maid if he had nothing to do.

Looking at today's sunshine, it was a good day. Thinking of the previous hexagram, Jia Li strode in one direction when he left the door.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jia Li frowned. Is this place somewhere else? It was the Duke Rong's Mansion. It was wrong. Because it should be said that it was near a small gate in the Western Palace, Jia Li suddenly felt a little incredible. How could it be this place? It was not in front of the village or the shop behind it. It didn't look like a place with chance.

In the noble family, there are two worlds inside and outside the wall. Standing here, he could smell a strong fragrance coming from the yard. The few passers-by on the road outside the wall were all pale and thin, with no human appearance on their faces. It was really a bit sarcastic.

He remembered that Du Zimei once said, "The rich family smells like wine and meat, and the road is frozen to death!" Sometimes if they don't experience it personally, their feelings will not be so profound. Now it seems that every word is full of blood and every sentence is heartbroken, and they are worthy of being the "Poet Saint".

With a try-out attitude, Jia Li found a small stall on the side of the road and sat down. The stall sells wontons, and the stall owner is an old couple. The old man is about fifty or sixty years old. His face is full of wrinkles, his hair is mostly gray, and his woman is about the same age, but it should be because of less worries. His hair is still black and looks much better than the man in her family.

Jia Li ordered the portion, and soon the woman brought a large porcelain bowl over, which was very large. There were about twenty large-filled wontons in the bowl. A few drops of oil on the soup exuded the sesame aroma, and a hint of vinegar. A few tender green chopped green onion and coriander made the snack particularly attractive. The bowl was clean, but there was a gap at the edge of the bowl.

Jia Li didn't care. The familiar snack made him feel very appetizing. He picked up the spoon beside him and ate it. The wontons were stuffed with a thin skin, which was very delicious. Finally, the soup was completely drunk by him. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He let out a long breath, feeling a sense of comfort.

"Shopkeeper, checked out!"

"Chenghui, ten people!"

Jia Li took out his purse, reached out to touch it, and his brows frowned slightly.

The old man saw Jia Li's appearance and smiled and said, "If the guest forgets to bring the money, it's okay another day! My old Zhang has been opening this wonton stall on the back street of Ningrongfu for a day or two. It's okay to pay when you have time."

After hearing this, his wife did not refute the face of his man. After packing up the dishes, she returned to the cooking stove and whispered: "He doesn't look like a rich man, and Lao Hu is crazy again. He said he will pay next time. Whoever leaves here will come back to pay? He is a stubborn donkey. I will definitely try to soothe him at night. He is so energetic that he is not tired of running over. If I care about collecting money, I can earn more than 180 cents every day."

After the baptism of spiritual energy, Jia Li's five senses became very sensitive. Not only were they a clever eye or a gentle ear, but he could hear these words clearly at this distance. When he heard these words, Jia Li almost couldn't help laughing. It was such an interesting couple.

After thinking about it, Jia Li took out a piece of silver and just stopped. It was not that he didn't bring the money, but that the money he brought was too big. The couple might not be able to earn so much in a month, and the people on this street were not good at it. If someone wanted to find money, it was not his intention to harm the couple, so he hesitated.

Now that I heard that this old man seemed to have his own tricks, he took out the money.

"Old man, I'm a big deal here. You wonton master are so delicious that you will come back in the future."

The old man laughed twice after hearing this, and said, "That's right, don't talk about Lao Zhang's wontons, the old man will taste delicious if he eats them himself!"

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Jia Li shook his head and left the stall, thinking to himself: "It's not a family, not a family, it's a pair of people, not a family, it's a world-famous pair!"

At this moment, a figure appeared in Jia Li's eyes, an old woman and a little bean drank, both of whom were dressed up by the village households. Suddenly, Jia Li's heart moved slightly and looked at the pair of grandsons unexpectedly.
Chapter completed!