In the pavilion

Jia Heng let go of Zhen Qing and let Zhen Qing adjust her clothes. He then took Zhen Xue's hand and asked with concern: "Why do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhen Xue pursed her lips and said softly: "Maybe I just arrived in Yangzhou and I am a little acclimatized."

Jia Heng looked at the beauty's face, frowned, and said warmly: "Can I invite a doctor?"

Zhen Xue seemed to be a little flustered by the warm gaze, and changed the topic: "Zi Yu, you were just talking about the deficit of the Weaving Bureau. It was caused by the Supreme Emperor after his southern tour. This is something everyone knows.

Son, it’s none of our family’s business, right?”

Obviously, compared to Zhen Qing who seemed indifferent on the surface, Zhen Xue was quite concerned about what Jia Heng just said.

Jia Heng said: "Although the Zhen family is doing errands for the palace, how many of the Zhen family have done greedy things in the name of the palace in recent years? The Zhen family in Jiangnan has thousands of mansions in Jinling, and their daily life

Is it possible to make all this money with your father's salary alone? In fact, there is no need for me to check. Even if an ordinary censor writes an impeachment memorial, Tianyan will be furious, and the Zhen family will be in disaster. "

Compared with the salt affairs reform, which involves salt administration, the division of powers and responsibilities, and the sweeping of salt merchants, it is necessary to slightly block the mouth of the world.

The three major weaving bureaus in the south of the Yangtze River are the property of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Zhen family is like the slaves of the Chen-Han royal family. As long as Emperor Chongping issues an imperial edict asking the Zhen family to make up for the deficit over the years, the Zhen family will only be at the mercy of others, and they will not even be able to fight.

stand up.

Zhen Xue was speechless for a moment, looking at the young man opposite her with her beautiful watery eyes, her eyes soft and tender, and whispered: "Zi Yu, can you give us an idea for our family?"

Compared with Zhen Qing, who was half-believing and taking chances, Zhen Xue, who listened to "The Biography of Jia Heng", regarded some of Jia Heng's methods as if they were gods and followed them as a guide.

"Is Xue'er begging me?" Jia Heng looked at Wen Ningyan's beautiful face and asked with a chuckle.

Zhen Xue: "???"

Wen Ning's face was as beautiful as the clouds. She lowered her eyes slightly and said softly: "Ziyu, don't... don't make trouble."

Beauty is usually not talkative and has a submissive nature, especially in front of Jia Heng, who has the final say.

Zhen Qing looked at the young man with her sister coldly, and sneered in her heart. He was really considerate and completely different from the other two.

"Actually, I have no choice." Jia Heng held Zhen Xue in his arms, gently piled a snowman, and whispered: "The Zhen family still finds a way to make up for the shortfall. Even if the other wealth is gone, it won't be a big deal.

The key is your sister, if you have to drag the Zhen family into the matter of seizing the legitimate heir, it will be a disaster for the family."

Zhen Xueqing lowered her head, her jade face was reddish, and glanced at Zhen Qing, whose face was as clear as frost. Her beady voice trembled, and she sighed softly: "I didn't care about this at all. I have persuaded my sister several times.

, but she didn’t listen very much, as if she was in a daze.”

Jia Heng looked at Zhen Xue, who was extremely shy and had nowhere to put her hands, and whispered: "Xue'er has always been gentle and lovely, and she is honest. I know that."

After a while, Jia Heng raised his eyes and looked at Zhen Xue, whose jade cheeks were as red as blood. She closed her eyes slightly and was ashamed to see others. She whispered: "Xue'er, it depends on how the Zhen family goes, and it has nothing to do with you.

What's the connection? As the saying goes, a married daughter throws water. Just be your Princess Beijing and don't let your sister hurt you again. What else can she do besides hurt you?"

Zhen Qing glared angrily and scolded: "Asshole, shut up!"

He had just stirred up the relationship between her and the prince, and now he was trying to stir up the relationship between her and her sister, and it was so blatant.

Zhen Xue's delicate brows frowned slightly, she looked out the window with soft eyes, sighed, and said: "The Zhen family has raised me so well, I can't bear to watch that scene."

"Then just close your eyes and stop looking."

Zhen Xue: "???"

However, he saw a shadow approaching, his lips softened, and a sullen breath came over him.

Zhen Qing looked at the two people who were talking to each other, frowned, and felt upset. She walked not far away and looked at the wind between the two of them, thinking about how to deal with it.

Even if there is a deficit, it is not caused by the Zhen family's intention. Everything is done by the person in Chonghua Palace for pleasure. Even if their family sells various properties to make up for the hole, how much can it make up for?

Perhaps, since there was too much money recovered from the salt profit, the imperial court would not be too eager to disturb the Weaving Bureau.

What if dad can help this bastard organize the salt affairs? Will the resentment in my father's heart be alleviated a lot? If the bastard can intercede for mercy, this hurdle will be over.

Zhen Qing originally had a smart mind. Since she couldn't defeat her, she would join. Why not marry the Jia family again?

Of course, the daughter of the Zhen family cannot be a concubine. There is a treasure in the second room of the Rongguo Mansion. Maybe you can talk about it. No matter what, it is a marriage.

Here, Jia Heng and Zhen Xue were entangled for a while, not doing anything else but talking. Zhen Xue was still a little shy and responded indifferently.

"Xinxin is cute, smart, gentle and quiet, more like you." Jia Heng looked at Zhen Xue and praised her.

Well, one compliment and two compliments.

Mentioning her daughter, Zhen Xue's eyebrows beamed with joy, her slender face was filled with a smile, and she said happily: "Xinxin has been naughty since she was a child, but she has gotten better in the past two years."

"You, the mother-in-law, taught me well." Jia Heng said with a smile.

Zhen Xue's eyebrows were lowered, her eyes avoided the "loving" gaze, and she said a little embarrassedly: "Ziyu, you...you are overly praised."

Jia Heng smiled, grabbed the beauty's slender catkins, and asked: "Xue'er, is Princess Beijing still mean to Xinxin?"

The slight smile on Zhen Xue's face froze for a moment, and she lowered her head. Beauty Xue's face was pale, and she sighed softly and said, "Xinxin is a little afraid of her grandmother."

Jia Heng was silent for a moment and whispered: "After you go back, you can tell Concubine Beijing to ask Brother Beijing to accept the concubine. By then, Concubine Beijing will know who made the mistake and will not

I won’t bear my grudge against you anymore.”

Jia Heng said, his eyes a little dark, but he felt that when she mentioned King Beijing, the beauty's delicate body trembled, and the bare hands she held were also a little trembling and cold. It seemed that for Zhen Xue, she was still more important to her husband.

There is some guilt.

Looking at him, he closed his eyes slightly and pursed his pink lips tightly. Jia Heng's expression paused and he didn't care. It was just a test.

The highest state of the tauren is not to occupy the body, but to pry away the heart.

But from the current point of view, both Zhen Qing and Zhen Xue are actually traditional women, and they still have a sense of guilt.

It's just that Zhen Qing broke the jar, didn't care on the surface, and hid it deeper, while Zhen Xue hid it shallower, um, something seemed wrong?

"Well, it's none of your business. After you get married, you will be worthy of the Shui family. If your sister hadn't plotted against you, you wouldn't have..." Jia Heng took Zhen Xue's hand and held Zhen Xue in his arms,

He whispered: "It was me who forced you later. It had nothing to do with you. You were just the victim."

Zhen Xue's face was pale, her eyes were dazed, and she said in a faint tone: "Ziyu, I, I am a bad woman."

If it was all the fault of his sister and him, but the joy of being like a god when they were obsessed with each other again and again almost made her... Can she really keep deceiving herself?

Jia Heng stretched out his hand and pinched Hua Xin's pink and smooth face, and said comfortingly: "Stop thinking about it, you are not a bad woman, you are just an ordinary woman."

Regarding the matter of cultivating water dragons, it is better to be shameless and shameless. For those with a delicate mind and a strong sense of morality, it is easy to get confused and end up committing suicide.

Zhen Xue raised her eyes to meet that warm gaze, her depressed mood gradually subsided, and she said "hmm" obediently.

Jia Heng hugged Zhen Xue's snow shoulders, smelled the fragrance of orchids in the beauty's ears, and whispered softly: "Good Xue'er, how about we discuss it with you?"

"Don't yell..." Zhen Xue's jade face was flushed, her bright eyes were as full as water, and she whispered: "Whatever happens, you just say it."

What a good Xueer, how can you call her so affectionately?

Jia Heng looked seriously at the beauty's Wen Ning eyebrows and said: "Xue'er, Xinxin is so cute, why don't you help me give birth to one?"

Zhen Xue: "..."

I just felt my heart beating wildly, and I don't know whether it was sweetness or embarrassment. All of them came to my heart. Her fair-skinned face turned red with shame, and it was so bright and beautiful. She said angrily: "You... what are you talking nonsense about?"

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But for some unknown reason, scenes of him hugging his pregnant belly and whispering in his ears emerged in the lake of his heart. Soon, he realized that it was the young man who was coaxing himself to be happy, tracing the lines of his stern face with his soft eyes.

My heart is inexplicably complicated.

Maybe as he said that day, if she is not married... huh?

When the young woman Hua Xin thought about this, she felt her heart beating wildly and quickly dismissed those terrible and bold thoughts.

Her body has already been sorry for the prince, and her heart can no longer be sorry for him.

Zhen Qing looked at the two people who were holding hands and talking together. Her eyes flashed coldly, and her heart felt irritable. Soon, a sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth.

If you were able to give birth, then Mrs. Qin wouldn't have no movement in her stomach right now.

I act like an animal every time, but in the end I don't even see a child. It's really ridiculous.

However, it also allowed her not to be anxious and uneasy, and she could enjoy herself... Well, either for this reason or because it would be a big trouble if she had a child.

With that said, he let go of Zhen Xue's hand, and asked Zhen Qing some details about the two envoys before and after the Yanyun Division, and then let the two of them leave the pavilion and head towards the flower hall of the back house.

Jia Heng planned to take a bath to wash away the dust and prepare to go to Huanhua Tower to attend Wang Shouqi's banquet in the evening.

Just as he was heading towards the wing room where he lived, he saw Chen Xiao in a blue dress at the moon door. She stood tall, paused, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Under Chen Xiao's dark eyebrows, she looked at the young man opposite. She had just heard that Jia Heng was talking to Princess Chu and Princess Beijing. She was curious about what the two parties were talking about, so she used the magic of lightening her body and took it from the eaves.

He looked at the tiles and was almost shocked when he saw the pair of concubines entangled in love.

This bastard actually has an affair with Princess Chu and Princess Beijing, and it seems that the two of them have been friends for a while.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jia Heng looked at Chen Xiao, who looked strange, and asked with a frown.

Just now, he had a vague feeling that someone was spying on him, but he didn't expect it to be Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao suppressed the weirdness in his heart, a slight blush appeared on his clear and frosty cheeks, and said coldly: "It's nothing, you asked me to keep an eye on the news about the Jurchens, and now I have some clues."

Hearing this, Jia Heng changed his face, pulled Chen Xiao's sleeves, and whispered: "Let's go to the house and talk."

Being pulled by Jia Heng, Chen Xiao felt uncomfortable all over. It seemed that the young man's hands were contaminated with a lot of fragrant scent. He slowly stepped back a few steps, looked away from the young man opposite, and said softly: "Those people want to
To be continued...