Hearing that Mr. Zhou was busy tearing down the gardener's lair, Wu Rui was a little anxious and peeked at the door from time to time. His uncle Wu Tianyou thought he was dead and still worried about chores, so he started scolding Wu Rui.
He didn't dare to tell him the truth, so he had to lower his head and listen to the instructions. However, he was still restless at noon, and Wu Tianyou felt a little strange.
At about three o'clock in the morning, someone from outside came to report: "Mr. Zhou from Jia's Horse Racing House came to pay homage to the old dean."
Wu Rui was kneeling to burn paper, but when he heard the words, he stood up immediately: "Please!" He was stunned for a moment, knelt down again and kowtowed three times to his father, then stood up and hurried to meet him. Wu Tianyou looked on.
, I feel more and more that something is wrong with my nephew.
Wu's mansion was not big. As soon as Wu Rui arrived outside the mourning hall, he saw his second son walking towards him accompanied by Jia Cong. He hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his hands. Jia Cong sighed softly: "My condolences, Lord Wu."
Second Young Master Wu whispered: "Mr. Zhou, my father has never been an official in the court."
Jia Cong bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot about this because I saw Mr. Wu's official appearance."
Wu Rui's heart moved and he bowed his head and said, "Mr. Zhou is too complimentary." Young Master Wu was slightly startled and glanced at his father.
Jia Cong then lit incense in front of the soul, and Wu Rui accompanied him to the side room to sit down. Then he sent all the servants out. Wu Rui was about to ask, but Jia Cong said first: "I just got the letter. One was dropped in the middle of the capital last night."
The hideout of the killer organization. The five-city army and horse department searched it overnight and found that the hideout is an property of the Baotai Palace."
The grandfather of Prince Baotai was a younger brother of Taizu. He was the first to serve as Taizu's personal soldier from Conglong. Later, he followed Taizu in the army and made great achievements. When the country was founded, Baotai was personally granted the title of Taizu.
The king will never leave the imperial family. It has been passed down for three generations now. Not only does he not care about the affairs of the court, but he also does not make friends with the powerful or the scholars. He is truly indifferent to the world. Most of the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty have forgotten that there is such a palace.
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Wu Rui thought for a while: "Prince Baotai... seems to be unwilling to leave the capital to entrust the throne, and would rather be a free king at home?"
"That's right." Jia Cong nodded, "Their family has a lot of land. Raising killers is expensive. However, many slaves escaped from the capital last year, and the same goes for their family. They can't find tenants, so they would rather leave the land uncultivated.
If you sell them, you will be fined a lot of taxes." He smiled and said, "Most of those fields were given by Grandfather Taizu when the country was founded, and no one has dared to make any plans."
Wu Rui couldn't help but laugh: "Taizu never dreamed that in just a few decades, someone would even dare to collect the land tax from the prince's family."
Jia Cong spread his hands: "What did I say? It's impossible to calculate future generations. No one knows how history changes."
Wu Rui thought for a moment and said, "Have all those killers been wiped out?"
Jia Cong shook his head: "Only a dozen people in a small house were killed. Their family must have a base to train killers, I just don't know which village it is hidden in."
Wu Rui's eyes jumped: "Then..."
Jia Cong continued: "However, that small house is far away from Prince Baotai's palace, and the troops of the Five Cities were operating overnight, and not a single thief was taken away." They didn't have a transmitter yet. "So they didn't know at all that the incident had been revealed.
." Jia Cong smiled and said, "Prince Baotai himself is already in prison."
Wu Rui was overjoyed: "Seriously?!"
Jia Cong nodded and said: "The biggest advantage of today's Yan government is that it has strong execution and can do things very quickly." Wu Rui breathed a sigh of relief. Jia Cong said, "However, we haven't found the other killer yet. Baotai
The prince will definitely not confess on his own, he still has to investigate."
Wu Ruidao: "I'm afraid that if I catch Prince Baotai, I will scare off the enemy."
"It won't scare the snake." Jia Cong said leisurely, "The palace didn't even know he was in jail." Wu Rui was surprised.
This matter was presided over by Mr. Zhan Qiao. This old man had been a leader all his life and was the most cautious. He could set fire quietly but never fired shots wildly.
Early that morning, a nouveau riche man from the countryside went to Prince Baotai's palace to ask for an audience with the prince. Menzi asked him to wait, but he refused to wait. He only said, "Your Majesty is willing, please come for a while." He handed Menzi a letter to withdraw.
He hurriedly left. The disciples saw that this man was weird, so they hurried inside to deliver the message. Prince Baotai opened it and took a look. The man claimed to be the real King of Yan, saying that the one in King Yan's palace was the substitute he had found back then, and now Li
The ghost has replaced Li Kui. If Brother Wang is willing to help, please go to a dark kiln in the north of the city to meet you in half an hour. Help the younger brother to eliminate the rebels, and he will be worthy of the name of King Baotai.
Nai asked his disciples carefully about the face of this person, and it turned out that he matched Lao Jiu, but was a lot darker. Prince Baotai recognized the handwriting, and it was indeed that of Prince Yan. He believed it. Just in case, the old Prince specially brought four guards, two
Light and darkness. As soon as we arrived at the dark cave, the two guards following him were killed by snipers, and two bullets wounded the prince himself. The two young men who were in the dark had to come out to protect the master, and most of them were killed by gunfire.
Prince Baotai was captured without any effort. The old man Zhan Qiao felt that he had done a very good job, and even went to the prison to tell people: "The prince has not met any opponents since he took over the job. He has lived a comfortable life for too long, so this is inevitable."
Underestimating the enemy." It makes people angry to death.
When Jia Cong woke up from his nap at noon, someone sent a telegram to Beijing. He learned that the man caught alive last night and the old bustard of Jinxiangyuan were taken to visit the master in the imperial prison. The old bustard looked like he was beaten to death.
Not to mention, he must have received some great favor from Prince Baotai; but the living man's eyes were wavering - he was not beaten to death because he did not know martial arts and raised his hands to surrender.
Wu Rui saw that Jia Cong looked calm and confident, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, saying: "The prince said that you are just a sign, and the ones who do serious things are Prime Minister Lin, Grand Master Zhan and others. I watched
, Your Majesty is the most important."
Jia Cong said with a smile: "I'm just a guide."
Wu Ruidao said: "The emperor of the Han Dynasty said that my writing is not as good as Xiao He's, my martial arts is not as good as Han Xin's, and my planning is not as good as Zhang Liang's. However, those who can accomplish things must make good use of people. The prince is the best at making use of people. He doesn't even restrict women. He chooses all the talents available in the world. Why worry about not accomplishing big things?"
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Jia Cong said seriously: "Sir, you are ridiculous. Xiao Wang is just lucky and has met many talents." He looked at him and said, "The ancients said that waste is shameful. Waste of talents is more shameful than waste of materials. Mr. Wu, Xiao Wang has
Be sure. In less than ten days, the killer nest in Prince Baotai's Mansion will be wiped out. They are the ones who monitor your eighteen families for Grandpa Taizu. Once they are gone, you will no longer have someone to hold you back. Wu
Sir, just show your ambitions, the court is in short supply of talents."
Wu Ruixiao cupped his hands and said, "A common man is nothing more than a teacher, so how can he be considered a talent?"
Jia Cong also smiled and handed over his hands: "If Mr. Wu is not a talent, how many talents are there in the world?" The two of them looked at each other and smiled tacitly.
Wu Rui suddenly sighed: "It's just that the old man's body is still cold, and he has three years of filial piety behind him. I'm afraid he won't be able to work for the court for a while."
Jia Cong secretly laughed in his heart: Wu Rui wants to be an official so much. If his soul is not far away, I don’t know how he would feel. He said seriously: "Filial piety is in the heart and not in the rules. If you miss your ancestors in your heart, you will miss them every day.
"If you are not filial in your heart, what's the use of pretending to be filial for ten years? When the country is employing people, I hope you will think twice." The two of them pretended to be nonchalant for a long time.
Chatting and gossiping take the most time, and you can't tell how long it has passed. Outside, Wu Tianyou originally suspected that his nephew had something on his mind. Seeing that he had been discussing with Mr. Zhou from the horse dealer for a long time, he became more and more sure.
It was not easy to go in and disturb him, so he was pacing outside with his hands behind his hands, waiting anxiously. After the two of them finished talking, Wu Rui personally escorted Jia Cong out. He opened the door and took a look, his second uncle was standing on the porch outside, and he felt a little embarrassed.
Jia Cong thought for a moment, looked at Wu Tianyou, turned to look at the mourning hall, and sighed sadly: "Mr. Wu... Since some things are no longer confidential, you might as well tell Mr. Wu to know. After all, he...
He shook his head again and said, "Well, it's better not to know." Then he walked up to Wu Tianyou, bowed, and left without saying a word.
When Jia Cong turned the corner of the corridor, Wu Tianyou immediately asked Wu Rui: "What's going on? Are you hiding something from me?"
Wu Rui smiled bitterly and said, "Didn't Second Uncle hear you just now? It's better not to know." Nai took a deep breath and spit it out, "Second Uncle, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay." He suddenly remembered something and hurried to catch up.
Jia Cong said, "Mr. Zhou, please stay here for a while!"
Jia Cong deliberately walked slowly to show off his clothes, so he didn't go very far. Hearing this, he stopped and turned around and raised his hands: "Mr. Wu?"
Wu Rui came closer and whispered: "The news came out from the palace that my sister was buried in the imperial mausoleum, but they couldn't tell where exactly. I don't know..."
Jia Cong was quite surprised. He didn't expect him to still be thinking about his sister's grave. He thought for a moment and said, "I can go check it out. It's just that it's been too long, and the people in the palace are all scattered. For some small things, the Empress Dowager can't help but think about it."
You may know." He paused and sighed softly, "However, Mr. Wu also knows something in his heart. The Supreme Emperor will not treat your sister's body harshly. It would be good if he can be saved intact."
Wu Rui cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty. The late Emperor will still be there at that time. I beg Your Majesty to put some thought into this."
"Having agreed to Mr. Wu, Xiao Wang will naturally investigate." Jia Cong said, "It's just that Mr. Wu must not overestimate the status of women in the palace. They are just objects to bear children for the emperor. Except for the emperor's relatives
Mom, the rest are all broke, the queen, concubine, and ordinary palace maid are no different."
Wu Rui was startled and regretted: "She should not have been allowed to enter the palace back then." Jia Cong shook his head, opened his mouth, but turned around and left without saying a word.
The next day, while Jia Cong was still on the kang, Liu Xiaoqi shouted without opening his eyes, saying that a guest was coming. Jia Cong stared in confusion: "The genius has just dawned, which two-hundred-and-five-year-old family wakes up so early." He opened his mouth and slapped her.
A yawn.
Liu Xiaoqi said with a smile: "Mr. Wu Tianyou. Haha, do you see me?"
"What's going on with Wu Rui?" Can Jia Cong disappear? He yawned again and got up to wash up and change clothes. Since he didn't have time to eat, he was so hungry that he had to put a piece of rock candy in his mouth.
When I looked outside, I saw an old man in plain clothes standing in the house with his hands behind his hands. Jia Cong cupped his hands and was about to speak. The old man turned around, and it was Wu Tianyou. His hair and beard were gray, his eye circles were black, and his eyes were all bloodshot.
.Jia Cong blurted out: "Is it possible that the old man didn't sleep all night?"
Wu Tianyou sighed: "I really didn't sleep a wink last night." Then he stepped forward and bowed, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I hope Mr. Zhou will forgive me."
Jia Cong hurriedly returned the courtesy: "How old are you, sir? How can you salute a junior like me? Aren't you afraid of killing me?"
Wu Tianyou said: "I am just a common man, and it is only natural that a common man should pay homage to the regent."
Jia Cong was slightly shocked for a moment: "Xiao Wang still thinks that Mr. Wu Rui will not tell Mr. Wu."
"He really refused to say it." Wu Tianyou said, "Yesterday... what the prince and his nephew said in the corner of the corridor, I heard it. In the Yan Kingdom, there is only one prince of this age who is the regent."
Jia Cong nodded. The two of them were silent for a while. After a while, Jia Cong sighed: "Since... the boss heard it, I must have guessed something. That's all, I can't hide it from you after all." He asked him to sit down.
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Wu Tianyou cupped his hands and sat at the bottom; Jia Cong sat down. After thinking for a moment, Jia Cong said: "It's better that you really don't know. The truth is very cruel."
Wu Tianyou said with tears: "When I sent her to the palace, my wife and children at home refused to agree, but I insisted on having my own way. The year before last, my wife had given up and left, and when she left, she complained that I had harmed my daughter. No matter how the child was missing,
, I have to give her an explanation. In the future, it will be up to her to fight or kill her."
Since this was the case, Jia Cong couldn't hide it any longer. He sighed again: "Sir, don't blame Brother Ling, he had no choice." Then he mentioned that Taizu secretly ordered the Wu family to open an academy, and that the last generation of the dynasty retained talents as trump cards.
Prince Baotai's palace was ordered to send people with high martial arts skills to monitor them to prevent their descendants from being dishonest. However, the news about this incident was somehow leaked to the late emperor. When the late emperor was in his prime, he could still tolerate the remnants of his father's gang under his nose, and pinched them.
He had gained a large number of talented people and their money was not under his control; when he got old, he couldn't bear it anymore. So he humiliated Concubine Wu to vent her anger. Finally, he said, "Mr. Wu Tianzuo found out about this, and he was so angry, regretful and hateful that he suffered a stroke."
Wu Tianyou was like a clay Buddha, sitting blankly with his eyes straight. Jia Cong knew that outsiders could not comfort him, so he could only sit beside him. After an unknown amount of time, Wu Tianyou covered his face with his hands.
He burst into tears. The old man took off the scarf on his head, grabbed his hair with both hands and tore it away. His white hair was spread out and his face was unkempt. He was so pitiful. Jia Cong was not sad at all. Hearing the sad cry, he really responded.
The words "heartbreaking" brought two lines of tears to my eyes.
After a long time, Wu Tianyou's voice became hoarse. Jia Cong did not dare to let him cry anymore, so he poured a cup of hot tea and brought it to him: "Old man, the deceased has passed away, so please don't express your condolences. I still have children and grandchildren.
Just give them your love for Miss Wu. Xiao Wang will try his best to find her coffin. When the late Emperor was still there, the Supreme Emperor did not dare to do anything too extreme."
Wu Tianyou gradually stopped crying, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. Then he looked up at Jia Cong for a moment and said hoarsely: "The regent is going to rebel."
Jia Cong said: "Xiao Wang has rebelled."
Wu Tianyou gritted his teeth and said: "Although I am old, I still have old bones to use. Moreover, I have three sons and three sons-in-law, all of whom are talented and learned. I am willing to do my best for the regent. I only want one thing from the regent."
"Sir, please tell me."
Wu Tianyou clenched his withered old fist and said solemnly: "Destroy all the vassal states and overthrow the Situ family in one fell swoop! He wants to consolidate the country forever, but I want him to die in three generations!"
Jia Cong stretched out two fingers: "Actually, it's only two generations. The Supreme Emperor has never been a serious emperor for a day."