After seeing off Third Sister You, Jia Cong and others made a brief analysis and borrowed an errand boy from Lu's house to go to Cui's house. He said that Xianggong Zhou had got a fresh snack and it had been tested and tasted very good. Brother Cui Ju was invited to eat it.
After dinner, Cui Ju naturally couldn't arouse his suspicion, so he changed his clothes and led a boy away.
As soon as they arrived at the door of Lu Jian's house, someone reported the news to Jia Cong, who came out to greet him with a smile. Shen Zhimo was practicing boxing with the guards in the courtyard, and Liu Zhuang was sitting on the porch polishing his sword. The two went to the house
Sitting down in the middle, Cui Ju asked: "What fresh snacks are there? Baba called me over. If it's not delicious, I won't agree."
Jia Cong said: "There are no fresh snacks, I just coaxed you. Let's see if your old servant still follows." Cui Ju was stunned. Jia Cong tilted his head and looked at him, "Tell me the truth. Who is Zhou Lang?"
What you send is still the one sent by the old servant."
Cui Ju smiled: "As expected, it fell into your hands." Naidao said, "My family sent it."
Jia Cong snorted: "I'm not kind to you."
Cui Ju asked curiously: "How did the prince guess it?"
"In the Cui family, your family is a side branch and the third child's father-in-law is a direct branch. Your family is sure to lose. The fifth child and your family are not of the same mind, and there is no way to borrow support. If your family wants to win the support of the family, unless there is a very strong person
External forces will help you eliminate your direct descendants. For example, the imperial court of Qi, and me. He sent Zhou Lang to provoke Zhuang'er, just like leaving the note in Lao Wu's study, he wanted us to doubt the green forest power of Shang Qi.
We are so good at following the clues, maybe even Xie Jing and your direct descendants will take the blame." Jia Cong bared his teeth and said, "You two concealed my identity from that old servant, and you kept it secret.
The identity of Zhimo and Zhuang'er is to make them underestimate us and improve our chances of winning. I thought your father was an old white rabbit, but he turned out to be an old fox. Hey, is it easy to borrow my knife?"
Cui Juxiao cupped his hands and said, "I admire you, Wan Sheng! Your Majesty is the reincarnation of Zhuge."
Jia Cong said: "In that case, why do you want to interfere with our offer of a reward for the capture of Lou Jinqiao? I also told your family my purpose."
Cui Ju said seriously: "My father has guessed that the person the prince is looking for has something to do with that. If we make the reward more difficult, the prince will definitely pursue it. The prince also said just now that you are good at finding the source of the water."
"Then why don't you tell me without knowing it."
Cui Ju smiled bitterly and said: "There are rules in the clan, and they are very strict."
Jia Cong's mouth twitched: "Aren't you afraid that I won't notice?"
Cui Ju said: "If the prince personally takes action, it will be nothing more than this. I will have to accept my fate."
Jia Cong hummed: "If you don't work hard and wait for others to help you defeat your opponent, what will you achieve?"
Cui Ju shook his head and sighed: "The prince doesn't know about the affairs of our clan."
"I don't know about your aristocratic family, but I know about human beings." Jia Cong said casually, "Human beings recognize the strong. If you are stronger than the third son's father-in-law, the Cui family will naturally give up on him. Cowardice itself is a shortcoming. Yesterday
Those who will make concessions to the clan will also make concessions to outsiders tomorrow." Cui Ju was silent. Jia Cong shrugged, "Okay, you can tell me what show you will sing tomorrow."
Cui Ju said frustratedly: "If I say I don't know, will the prince believe it?"
Jia Cong looked at him for a long time, and his expression didn't look like he was hypocritical. He couldn't help but feel discouraged: "I believe it." He thought for a while, "There's something you need to explain. A while ago, I heard rumors that a woman in the Cui family was going to pick someone.
Marry to Yan State. Who are you targeting?"
Cui Ju glanced outside: "That little brother named Liu."
"Zhuang'er?"
"yes."
"Then, please explain to me again how important people are interested in Zhuang'er, and the third one wants to trade with me for the little actor who will be on stage tomorrow in the spring class."
Cui Ju was surprised: "You even know this?"
"Yes, I understand."
Cui Ju smiled and said: "It is our family that wants to marry Brother Liu. There is an... important person who drew a portrait of Brother Liu."
Jia Cong looked up to the sky and rolled his eyes: "Is that important person a man or a woman? Is he the son of King Qi, his daughter, or the eldest wife and the younger wife?"
"If I knew, I would tell you."
Jia Cong looked him over and over: "You don't want to say it, right? Forget it. Mr. Lu is going to tell me a story tomorrow, so I won't go to any show."
Cui Ju said anxiously: "I really don't know~~ They didn't tell me."
"You don't know, your father knows. If you don't know, that old servant knows." Jia Congpi smiled and said, "I have no interest in being taken advantage of. Besides, something will happen in the theater tomorrow.
Do you know?"
Cui Ju was stunned: "Impossible!"
"Then let me tell you now." Jia Cong said seriously, "I have calculated that tomorrow is not an auspicious day. It is better to stay at home and not go out to listen to the show, otherwise there will be a bloody disaster."
"Impossible." Cui Ju said, "Many noble people will go there tomorrow." Jia Cong rolled his eyes. Cui Ju was stunned, "The prince and his sons will all go to see the show tomorrow, how can anything happen?"
Jia Cong frowned: "The Prince of Qi supports the opera together?"
"No. In addition to the prince, there is also a big shot."
Jia Cong asked him to say he was confused: "Can you be more straightforward?"
Cui Ju said: "Speaking of which, this matter came from your country of Yan."
"ha?"
"Didn't you Liu Aiyun of Yan State rehearse a new play "Mother Meng's Three Moves"?"
Jia Cong thought for a while: "It seems that there is such a thing."
In order to enrich the lives of the people and promote positive energy, Liu Aiyun, a famous figure in the cultural circles of the capital, rehearsed some traditional plays, including "Meng Mu's Three Moves". King Qi heard about it and thought it was very good, and said that Qi State also
The theater troupe can also rehearse such plays. The Hechun troupe rehearsed a new play, which is the story of Kong Shengren. Tomorrow, King Qi and his son will go, and the other one is Kong Yunxian, the eldest son of Duke Yansheng. Cui Judao
: "The three of them will all be wearing white dragon fish costumes to watch the theater tomorrow, so no news is allowed to leak out, for fear that there will be some young people. If you still don't want to go, that's all."
"That's it." Jia Cong thought for a long time, "I'll think about it."
Cui Ju sighed and said, "It's up to you." Then he said goodbye and left.
As soon as Cui Ju left the yard, Shen Zhimo slipped into the house and said with a smile: "Is the prince guessing that the 'big shot' is the uncle of the Kong family?"
"Yes." Jia Cong lazily held up his cheek, "I am between the two emotions of 'people like the Kong family can have a few sexual orientations' and 'no way, it's impossible, that's after Confucius.'
swing."
Shen Zhimo smiled and said, "What do you think the man named Kong Yunxian will look like?"
"What does he look like? Isn't he just an old man? In his fifties or sixties, his beard and hair are gray?"
Shen Zhimo clapped his hands: "I knew you would get the wrong idea! This guy is only thirteen or fourteen years old."
Jia Cong was stunned: "Huh? So young?"
"Mr. Yansheng himself is less than thirty years old." Shen Zhimo said, "Younger than the prince."
Jia Cong didn't come back to his senses for a long time. "Isn't Mr. Yansheng an old man? Why is he so young?"
Shen Zhimo shrugged: "Because the lifespan of Yanshenggong in the past dynasties was not long."
A memory from his past life suddenly flashed through Jia Cong's mind: "Ouch! I remembered it." In his previous life, he had seen an introduction that the original name of the child of Duke Yansheng was Yun Ming, because the Yongzheng brother of the Qing Dynasty took power and
His brothers all changed their names to Yun, and the children of the Kong family avoided changing their names. Could it be that Kong Yunxian was one of them? It seems to have been mentioned there that few Yanshenggong lived a long life. He tutted, "I was born with this.
It’s no wonder that I have such a huge responsibility, no right to choose my path, and huge pressure.”
Shen Zhimo also raised his cheeks: "Your Majesty, are you going tomorrow?"
"Go," Jia Cong said, "see what the children of the Kong family are like."
"Do you know what he came from Qufu to do?"
Jia Cong was confused: "Aren't you a theater actor?"
Shen Zhimo sighed like a young adult: "I guess you don't know. Your Majesty, it's mid-February right now."
Jia Cong grinned: "I'm talking about Xiao Ling Dang, can you speak Chinese? Or you can speak English."
Shen Zhimo ignored him and turned around and shouted: "Liuzhuang Liuzhuang~~" Liuzhuang walked in. Shen Zhimo lay on the case and turned to look at him, "Let me ask you, what is the important matter in Qi State in February?"
Liu Zhuang said: "In a few days, February 21st will be the death anniversary of Saint Kong."
"I'll go!" Jia Cong covered his face, "Why do you even remember this?"
Shen Zhimo straightened up: "How come the prince can't even remember this..."
"It's good if I can remember my father's birthday." Jia Cong put down his hand, "It's only a few days, and the young master of the Kong family hasn't gone back to worship his ancestors?"
Shen Zhimo said sternly: "Prime Minister Lin told me about this when she came. She had just received the information sent by Xiaozhao. This year, the King of Qi was going to send a son to Qufu to participate in the sacrifice. In previous years, he always sent officials. I
Guess, this Young Master Kong probably can’t help himself.”
Jia Cong thought for a while: "That's right. In the past, it was just the prince and the fifth son fighting. The fifth son disappeared as soon as we came. Now a group of princes are probably rushing to get there, almost breaking their heads."
"Well, heroes think alike." Shen Zhimo said, "Are you still going?"
Jia Cong breathed out: "I really don't want to go. I don't want to see any princes or princes on this trip, and I don't want to see them."
Liu Zhuang said: "Didn't the prince agree to the wife of the head teacher of Hechun Class to save her son?"
"It's easy to save someone..." Jia Cong suddenly thought of something, "Comrades, Sister You's son... is a Zhengdan singer, right? What does Mr. Kong's play have to do with Zhengdan? Could it be...
… Zi meets Nanzi? Isn’t it a bit dangerous to sing this play in front of the legitimate son of Duke Yansheng and the pedantic King of Qi? Zhimo, you are knowledgeable, what do you think?”
Shen Zhimo frowned and thought for a long time: "There is really no use for Zhengdan. Nanzi... should be Potan."
"Zhengdan is also considered." Jia Cong said, "After all, she is the princess of the same country and the queen of the same king. Hey, I seem to have some interest in this play."
Liu Zhuang said: "Is it possible that the third child is planning to cause trouble in the theater and blame us?"
Jia Cong shook his head: "It's useless to blame it on us. It's better to blame it on the crown prince." He stood up, "Ignore him. Prepare the manpower tomorrow. Cui Ju is just Lao Wu's brother-in-law, his
The location won’t be too close to King Qi. If the third son and the prince get into trouble, we’ll just watch the excitement. I’d like to see what they can do by getting me involved.”
Shen Zhimo said: "I'll go too."
"Of course you have to go."
Shen Zhimo blinked and said slyly: "I already have an idea, but I won't tell you."
"Not to mention, I'm too lazy to ask." Jia Cong stretched out, "Anyway, it will be lively tomorrow, and it will be more lively if you get better. Zhimo will write a post for me and invite Lu Jian to watch the theater tomorrow.
.I don’t believe they wouldn’t let him in at the theater entrance!”
Shen Zhimo smiled and actually wrote a post asking someone from the Lu family to give them a frame of young master. Not long after, the person brought the original post back with one word in reply: OK.
Lu Jian came early the next morning. He didn't even eat breakfast and just ignored Jia Cong. At three o'clock in the morning, Cui Ju came to pick up Jia Cong in person. Jia Cong pointed at Lu Jian with a smile and said, "Can you bring someone with you?"
?This little brother is so thick-skinned, he just drank my porridge and my snacks, and he still wants to watch a show."
Lu Jian also smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Brother Cui, forgive me, but I also want to join in the fun. Can you think of me as Mr. Zhou's guest?"
Cui Ju knew from the looks of the two of them that if he didn't take Lu Jian to go, Jia Cong would definitely take advantage of the situation and "not go", so he had to say: "Since we are good brothers, we can go together."
Jia Cong and Lu Jian handed over their hands at the same time: "Thank you, Brother Cui!" "Thank you, Brother Cui!"
The three of them made love and went out together. Lu Jian also sent someone to give Lu Jian a new cloak at the door. Then he followed Cui Ju through the streets and alleys to the theater. Jia Cong opened his eyes and saw that tea was being sold at the door.
The candied haws sellers and the peanut and melon seed sellers were all tall and strong. He pulled Lu Jian and whispered: "The people of Qi are really strong. If these small traders were in Yan, they would be soldiers. This is
Wang was so envious." Lu Huan rolled her eyes at him.
Cui Ju's position was at the official seat of the upper gate, which was a bit off. There were already people in the official seat of the lower gate, and they were all standing. Presumably the Prince of Qi and the child of the Kong family hadn't arrived yet. Jia Cong and others sat around for a while.
, I heard the first commotion. Many people were shouting in low voices but not making any loud noises. I guessed that the host and guest had arrived. After a while, the person who wanted to join the official came out.
Lu Jian was drinking tea and asked casually: "Brother Cui, what is being sung in the new opera today?"
Cui Ju said: "This is a new play written by a very talented gentleman, Zi Jian Nanzi."
"Pfft... cough cough cough..." Jia Cong was also drinking tea and choked. After a long time, he said, "This is really what happened!"
Cui Ju said happily: "Brother Zhou is guessing again?"
"Do you still need to guess?" Jia Cong patted his chest, "It's obvious..."
Before he could recover, a tune was already playing outside. Jia Cong was impatient and couldn't bear to listen to such slow tunes. He almost couldn't fall asleep. His eyelids were fighting when he suddenly heard a burst of breathing from all around him.
He sighed. He looked up and saw a man coming out of the stage opposite. He was wearing a water-green opera robe. He had a slim figure and a gentle demeanor. When Jia Cong looked over, he caught up with the actor who was also looking towards the audience.
They looked at each other in the air. Jia Cong couldn't help but take a breath: My dear! What a beautiful girl. Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she responded seriously with the four words "I feel pity for you". Then he thought: No.
Ah, it's not a little girl. Shouldn't it be Brother Jiang Jing, the son of Jiang Yuhan and Third Sister You? He quickly took a closer look. After looking at it for a long time, Jia Cong's shoulders slumped: He really couldn't tell the male and female!