86_86438 It is said that Jia Cong got the secret from Lin Daiyu and wanted to plot the princes to join forces to fight against the emperor. By the way, he also tricked the old saint. Reading at midnight was nothing for them. They didn't recognize the princes at all, so it was hard to start.
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A few days later, a message came from the Ningguo Mansion, inviting all the men in the West Mansion to go out for a meal and listen to a show next month. In fact, it was just an excuse to have fun. This is also common. Jia She has been busy in the past two years.
Very, very few people went. Jia Cong suddenly remembered that the Sixth Prince recognized Jia Zhen, so he discussed it with Jia Huan Yao'er and Lin Daiyu for several days and made a detailed plan.
On this day, Jia Cong finally took what Situ Pan said on the pier last year and led Lan Xiang Ziguang to the Xian Prince's Mansion to play.
The people of Situ Pan's family had been severely suppressed by the old saint in the court recently, and they were furious. When they heard that he was coming, they immediately found it interesting and hurriedly asked people to bring him in.
Jia Cong saluted him with a sullen face. Situ Pan smiled and asked, "Why are you here today?"
Jia Cong looked around and said, "I have something confidential that I want to ask Brother Xian Wang."
Situ Pan did not underestimate him, he actually sent the waiter in the room away and asked him what was going on.
Jia Cong caught a glimpse of an old man without a beard who seemed to be taking a nap next to him, and his heartbeat started to beat violently. He didn't even ask, he went up and whispered in his ear: "Brother Xian Wang, my father asked me to secretly inquire with you."
"Um?"
"Does the saint really want to make the eldest sister of the second wife his queen?"
Situ Pan frowned, glanced at the old man, and asked, "Where did you hear this?"
Jia Cong said: "The second aunt said it. My father only thought that she was bragging, but he was afraid that something might happen and it would be difficult to deal with."
Situ Pan asked him: "Do you want your eldest sister to be your empress?"
Jia Cong curled his lips and said: "Of course I don't want to. Finally my father can say a few words at home. If the second bedroom has a mother-in-law, our first bedroom will be brought back to its original shape immediately."
Situ Pan smiled and said, "Didn't your father have the final say in your family a long time ago? Your second wife even paid back the money."
Jia Cong snorted: "Then she is greedy for ink, okay? My father still lives in Huayuanzi. As long as my ancestor lives, he will only live here. It's fine if the ancestor doesn't open his mouth to pay back. If she opens her mouth, the family will
She can't get past her. It's really annoying, why can't my father make the decision? Is the eldest sister really beautiful?"
Although these words were just grumbling, they actually fit the current situation of Situ Pan and the saint. The old man without a beard couldn't help but raise his head and look here.
Situ Pan thought for a while, and it was probably because Mrs. Wang saw that there was no hope of regaining power, and she only hoped that her daughter in the palace could stand up for her, so she made random nonsense in her dreams, which frightened Jia She, so she sent this boy to find out the news; after all, he was still young.
Young, it would be no problem if nothing was found. Then he said: "How can I know about the saint's harem? Besides, I have never seen your eldest sister, so I don't know if she is good-looking or not."
Jia Cong's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and said, "That means she is out of luck? Oh~~oh~~that's great!"
Situ Pan smiled and asked him to talk to him, trying to find out where he learned the messy but reasonable words he usually said. However, Jia Cong kept saying nothing horizontally and vertically. When asked urgently, he actually said: "
"Men and women do not interact with each other", which is enough to give the illusion that the person is a woman.
Suddenly, the old man without a beard said something to him with a smile, and asked him: "Your father is quite capable. How did he earn his current status? You old lady seems to have lost your mind."
Listening to the high-pitched voice, Jia Cong knew that this person was indeed a eunuch as he had guessed, so he curled his lips and said: "That's because she is old and has no energy to take charge. Speaking of which, it is all thanks to the thief Robin Hood.
It was caused by him stealing the outer house of Zhou Rui's family, and the officials found the evidence of the second aunt's crime hidden in Zhou Rui's family. The second uncle was incompetent, and the second aunt fell, and the ancestors had no one to deal with. She was so old
At this age, how can I do everything by myself?"
Situ Pan couldn't help but look at the old man and smiled bitterly: How could those old ministers under the old sage be as easy to deal with as Mrs. Wang?
The old man asked again: "This is your father's good luck. If your second aunt didn't have those clues and fell into your father's hands, wouldn't your father be helpless?"
Jia Cong spread his hands: "So in the past few years, my father had no choice but to do anything! At that time, even my brother and sister-in-law had to flatter Sister Yuanyang; because I was raised by an aunt, I couldn't even please Sister Yuanyang.
None of them are qualified. It’s just that if you do too much injustice, you will be killed. Since she has done so many things, sooner or later she will show her fox tail and chop it off one by one."
The old man sighed softly. It was much harder to chop off the tails of the foxes raised by the old saint. It seemed that he had no choice but to endure it for now. Then he stood up and walked out.
Jia Cong looked at him from behind for a long time, then turned and asked: "Brother Xian Wang, who is this old man? He looks so majestic?"
Situ Pan smiled and said, "Just an old man."
Jia Cong behaved well and immediately shut up and didn't ask any questions. He stayed in Prince Xian's Mansion for another half day and then went back.
After he returned home, he immediately made a grand announcement that everyone in Ningrong Street knew about. Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth and cursed for a long time.
A few days later, the Ningguo Mansion invited a banquet, and Jia Cong looked for an opportunity to advertise to Jia Zhen vigorously before going to the Xian Prince's house to play. Behind Jia Zhen was the Sixth Prince, and there was something about it.
He couldn't tell the difference, he just said that he was ignorant, and when someone gave him a mallet, he actually thought it was a needle.
Jia Cong snorted: "Then I also gave him a stick. Brother Xian Wang is a good and polite corporal, and he is willing to meet even a child like me. No wonder the saint likes him." He winked in a pretentious manner, "I don't care.
He is a child now, brother Zhen, don’t bully a young man into poverty! I can’t guarantee that I will be successful in the future.”
Jia Zhen sneered: "That's all, if you can have any future, just go and have fun."
Jia Cong made him stand up with his lips pouted in excitement, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and without saying a word, handed it to him majestically.
Jia Zhen took it inexplicably and took a look. There was a poem written on it:
Weaving mats and shoes is a heroic thing, why should the dragon seed be fake?
I regretted swallowing Wu and destroying my great cause, and I was proud of my husband when I entered Sichuan.
This was originally done by Mr. Chen Yi later, and Jia Cong copied it. However, judging from his age, he is simply a genius child. When Jia Zhen looked at Jia Cong again, her eyes changed. Jia Cong did not explain, but smiled.
He asked him for the piece of paper, put it back, and pretended to go to the theater again. Later, Jia Zhen surrounded him and praised him for a long time, and Jia Cong accepted it immodestly. Although he never said that he wrote the poem
Yes, the way it looks doesn’t make people mistakenly think it was written by him.
A few days later, the Ningguo Mansion found an excuse to invite the men from the Rong Mansion to have a drink, and specifically told Jia Cong to go. Jia Cong naturally agreed.
On the day of the banquet, Yao'er wore a half-worn scholar's robe that was white in the moonlight and held a folding fan in his hand, which was very elegant. Before leaving, Jia Cong thought about it again and temporarily lit three pills under Yao'er's neck.
The mole in the shape of an equilateral triangle would never be missed by anyone who has carefully looked at him. Yao'er himself felt extremely awkward, and Jia Cong and Jia Huan laughed unceremoniously and fell down. Jia Cong then joined Yao'er.
They got on the carriage. When they entered the Ningguo Mansion for the banquet, because Jia Cong was with them, no one recognized Yao'er and no one dared to stop him.
On the day the Taiping Escort Bureau opened, Jia Cong had seen Prince Ning, so he recognized him. He took a sneak peek at the banquet and saw Jia Zhen accompanying someone with a smile on his face. It was him. After a while, he caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye.
Jia Zhen led King Ning to stand up as if he wanted to come here. Jia Cong and Yao'er took advantage of the situation and stood up, pretending to go for a stroll outside. King Ning increasingly felt that the opportunity was suitable, so he left Jia Zhen behind and followed him quietly.
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Jia Cong and Yao'er pretended to be walking and chatting. When they reached the garden of Ningguo Mansion, Jia Cong dug into the rocks of the rockery, and there was no trace of him! Yao'er put the folding fan on the stone table quite free and easy, and said to himself
I went to admire the chrysanthemums with my hands behind my back.
Although King Ning was instigated by Jia Zhen to take a look at Jia Cong, he came here to seek Jia Cong's amnesty. Moreover, Jia Cong was still young, so it was not the right time to use him. Yao'er was a handsome young man, quite generous, and
Wearing very clean and refreshing half-used clothes to attend a banquet with a wealthy family, he did not flinch at all and was proud and composed, which shows that he is somewhat impressive.
He couldn't help but quietly opened Yao'er's fan and took a look. He saw a freehand painting of towering into the sky on the upper side, and a small poem next to it:
The child is determined to leave his hometown, and he vows not to return to his hometown until he succeeds in his studies. Why should he bury his bones in his hometown? There are green hills everywhere in life.
I can’t help but praise, what a great ambition!
There are four sentences written on the other side:
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change an old person's heart, but it is easy to change an old person's heart.
Good sentence! Prince Ning took a breath of cold air, and his fingers were trembling a little. Looking at Yao'er's back again, he saw that he was a young prodigy who was waiting for the Lord in peace. Then he put the folding fan back.
, walked lightly to Yao'er and chatted up: "This young master, are you also here to enjoy the autumn?"
Yao'er glanced sideways at him and said with a smile: "It's not easy to enter a wealthy family. It's rare to see such a beautiful flower. How can you let it go?"
"Oh?" Prince Ning said with a smile, "I still think you are a member of the Jia family."
Yao'er nodded and said: "The young man's surname is indeed Jia. It's just that the threshold of Ningguo Mansion is high and tight, so not everyone with the surname Jia can come in at will."
Prince Ning became even more joyful and said with a smile: "This is my first time here too, and this garden is really well-manicured and interesting."
The two of them chatted. All kinds of topics from all over the world were involved in the conversation, which was quite speculative. Prince Ning was originally a nobleman from Tianhuang. He had fought in the north and south in his early years and had a lot of experience. Yao'er was the senior brother of Lin Hai and Su Zheng.
He was enough, and after hanging out with Jia Cong, a cheat player, for these years, it was inevitable that he would be exposed to a lot of later generations' knowledge, which often made Prince Ning marvel in admiration.
While chatting, Yao'er calmly brought the topic to Qin's destruction of the Six Kingdoms. First, he took advantage of the situation to bring out the few words Daiyu said that day, and then sighed: "It's a pity that Su Qin is so talented. It's a pity."
There is a glimmer of hope for the Six Nations."
King Ning also sighed: "Not all the six countries are weak. Chu, Zhao and Qi are not easy to destroy."
Yao'er shook his head repeatedly: "Sir, what you said is wrong. No matter Chu, Zhao or Qi, they are all extremely weak in front of the strong Qin. The strength of Qin lies not only in its military, but also in its politics and wealth."
Ning Wang said: "However, Qin is unpopular."
Yao'er smiled and said: "The Qin can only be destroyed if the people's hearts are lost. When Ying Zheng destroys the six kingdoms, it will be too early to lose the hearts of the six countries. The only way for the six countries to survive is to unite. Unless they keep uniting to gain time, until
When Ying Zheng died, his son's courage was weaker than him; and he secretly united and exchanged trade routes to strengthen the national strength of each country, so that the six countries could survive. At that time, the Qin State was too strong, no matter who could compete with it
A dead end."
When King Ning heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "Qin won the world by relying on the talents of the six countries. If Chu, Zhao, Qi and other countries retain their talents, I am afraid that Qin will be extremely rare in the world."
Yao'er shook his head: "Three feet of ice is not a day's cold. At the end of the Warring States period, if we try to retain people, except for the generals' talents, they will be of some use, and the rest will be too late, because there is too little time. Even if we retain people,
Talents and national strength are far behind. In a fight, it is useless for scholars to encounter soldiers. The only way for the six countries to survive is to join forces to enrich the country and strengthen the army. At least they need to join forces until the national strength of Han and Wei, which borders Qin, can resist.
When Qin is strong - this is called exchanging time for space." It took Jia Cong a long time to understand what it meant to exchange time for space, and now he said it smoothly. "Qin's nature is greedy and untrustworthy, he will not
No one is willing to let go." He sighed softly and said leisurely, "If one country does not survive, the six countries will not survive."
Prince Ning thought about it, but it made sense. He felt more and more that this young man was not simple, so he smiled and said, "Young Master is very knowledgeable. I know the nobles of the court, and I am willing to introduce Master Jia."
Yao'er immediately waved his hand: "Thank you sir, I'd better not get to know you."
Prince Ning was surprised: "Young Master is so talented, why don't you want to stand out?"
Yao'er smiled and said: "Thank you for your good words, Mr. Xie. If I really have some ideas and talents, I will take the imperial examination one day and I will definitely gain fame. Sir, the noble person is nothing more than the prince or the prince. The prince was originally waiting for Shen Zhi."
Most of the boats, including princes, are waiting to be sunk. What am I going to do on board? Since I met Mr. by chance, we are destined to meet him. I am not talented, so I would like to give you some advice. If Mr. Sir is familiar with the noble person, it is better to get out earlier."
King Ning was shocked: "Why did the young master say this?"
Yao'er smiled softly: "I heard that the saint was not the most outstanding one among the princes back then."
Prince Ning did not expect him to speak so boldly. He was startled for a moment and said with a wry smile: "That's true."
Yao'er said: "Looking at the history books, there are many emperors who were not expected to be emperors. There are too many to mention. However, only one emperor in each dynasty lost his country, and not many countries have been lost until now. Compared with those emperors who were not talented, benevolent and moral.
The number is much less. But why?"
Prince Ning had never thought about this and was speechless. After half a day, he asked, "What do you think, Master?"
Yao'er said: "People's minds are determined that the people are not willing to have changes in weapons and weapons. Moreover, they are very tolerant and will not rebel until the whole world is really unable to survive. For one thing. Another reason is that in the early years of the Han Dynasty,
Emperor Wu dismissed hundreds of schools of thought and only respected Confucianism, and the heart of Confucianism is loyalty to the emperor. No matter who the emperor is, even if he is a carpenter, as long as he sits on that chair, who dares to oppose him, no matter whether he is civilized or martial, no matter what
The government and the public will use their strength to deal with that person. It is said that in the whole world, it is the king's land, and it is the king's ministers who are on the shore of the land. Therefore, once the king ascends the throne, it is difficult to shake him, no matter whether he is a wise king or capable.
Even if he picked up the throne due to good luck, once he sat on it, few people could shake him. Except Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, he was the King of Soldiers and was a special case."
A light suddenly flashed in Prince Ning's eyes.
Yao'er sighed softly, paused for a while, and then said: "But the king himself is probably unaware of such things. It's only because of the actions of killing many heroes and ostracizing brothers. Now he is not the most outstanding among the princes back then.
One, of course he knew it in his heart, and the kings were probably unconvinced. Even a little scholar like me could guess what they were dissatisfied with, let alone... The emperor is still here. One day he will be the emperor.
After returning to heaven, I am benevolent, and I may be able to let go of many of the former emperor’s old ministers, but I’m afraid I can’t let him alone... I heard that Prince Xianyi Zhong..."
As he spoke, King Ning was covered in cold sweat; the autumn wind blew by, and his whole body was cold. I don't know how long it took, but he raised his head and looked at Yao'er and said: "According to you, the only way out for all the kings is death?"
Yao'er said indifferently: "If you hand over all your military strength, power, wealth and reputation, and make yourself killable at any time, the saint will not kill them. People who can be killed at any time, what's the point of killing them? You can keep them and watch the fun."
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Prince Ning was suddenly filled with murderous intent, but Yao'er put his hands behind his back and remained calm.
After a long time, Prince Ning took a deep breath, stared at him and asked, "What if the six kings unite?"
Yao'er lowered his head and sighed, turned away from him, and said softly: "Union is a dream. Since the six kingdoms cannot unite, how can the six kings unite? Even if the knife hangs on his neck, as long as it returns one day,
If it doesn’t fall, people will fight among themselves just for selfish interests.” He sneered, “The six kings each have their own interests, and they fight with each other like black-eyed chickens. Let them put aside their old grudges and work together for their own fame and self-interest.
Zong, do you believe it?"
He turned around and picked up the folding fan on the stone table, walked back to Prince Ning, whispered "Accept your fate" in his ear, then gave a deep bow and walked away.
Prince Ning was left alone, dripping with cold sweat, standing in the garden of Ningguo Mansion for who knows how long.
The next day, Jia Zhente went to Rongguo Mansion in person to ask Jia Cong who the young man in white was with him that day, but Jia Cong said he didn't know! "I just took a car to Ningrong Street and opened the curtain to see him with his hands behind his back."
I was very pleased with him, and when I asked him that his surname was Jia, I invited him to go with me to enjoy the flowers and listen to the opera. Later I asked him to go to your garden to hang out for a while to relieve his boredom.
, he disappeared!"
Jia Zhen screamed and stumbled repeatedly. In fact, he had met Yao'er in his early years. Because Yao'er was just a young bodyguard at that time, he didn't take it seriously and didn't pay attention to what he looked like. Later, he used it every day.
I went to Ningrong Street to inquire about a young man with three moles on his neck, but naturally he found out nothing.