East Mansion, side hall.

When Jia Cong arrived, he saw the founding prince Li Hu sitting on a chair with a big golden sword and having tea.

Li Hu is a real nobleman, which is different from Jia Cong who claims to be a scholar and is still generous in Confucian shirts.

He has always loved to wear a neat and capable black arrow-sleeved brocade dress, a purple gold crown on his head, and a sword hanging on his waist.

He is heroic and generous, and convenient to take action at any time...

Seeing Jia Cong enter, Li Hu smiled heartily, stood up and pulled him out.

Jia Cong said inexplicably: "Where is this going?"

The personal soldiers, Guo Yun and others, lined up under the porch in front of the door, and there was a vague move...

When Li Hu saw this, he laughed angrily and scolded: "Do you still want to fight me?"

Even so, the words are not arrogant, but rather kind.

He turned his head and told Jia Cong the truth: "After a walk, Zhao Hao's grandsons are all back. Now we have drunk the soup in Hei Liao, and our waists are big and round. Those people almost blinded their eyes, hahaha! Now, they all ran back after hearing the movement, and they also wanted to walk to Aihui City. There has not been any negotiation yet, so there may not be no military merits.

But I looked at Xuan. Now the Rakshasa ghosts are afraid of being killed. Winter has begun in the north of the north. Don’t think of taking action again within a year or two. Besides, no matter what, they are not as good as our brothers. Siege and defending the city are two different things... They set up a table and asked us to talk about how the battle is fought. We are not stingy, so we will teach them how to make contributions!"

Seeing Li Hu's mouth unable to close from beginning to end and his smug look, Jia Cong couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't coax me, will they set up a special seat to ask us to talk about war?"

Seeing that Li Hu couldn't hide it, he burst into laughter. He knew that although Jia Congnian was not old, he was a first-class person. He said truthfully: "Although it was just a gathering of the children of Zhenyuan Xun, I think they were asking our brothers to talk about war. We don't hide it and teach them!"

Jia Cong was speechless and shook his head and said, "I am not from your circle, so I won't go."

Li Hu hurriedly said, "Why isn't it? Your family is different from other families. It can be regarded as the founding lineage, but also a wave of the Zhenyuan Dynasty. Didn't your grandfather be in the Duke of Jin in the Zhenyuan Dynasty?"

Seeing that Jia Cong was unmoved, Li Hu lowered his voice and advised: "Good brother, brother knows who you are just for dealing with, but you must also understand that that person is not asking you to kill us, but just want to suppress us...

Brother, think about it, these nine-sided generals and military officials in the court, 70% or even 90% are our people. Who can kill Guang? Who dares to kill Guang?

Brother, I will tell you a ruthless one: Whoever dares to make the first blow in the name of falsehood is the enemy! We are not Yue Wumu, and the Daqian army cannot tolerate Fengboting...

So don’t be too stubborn, always keep some incense, at least tell them that public is public or private.

The Jia family and you are not hostile to them.”

Jia Cong was so awesome in his heart, looking at Li Hu, and sincerely said, "Zi Chong, thank you."

This kind of words are said to a leader of the Jinyiwei. If you don’t really care about your heart and soul, your brothers who intersect your lives will not dare to do it.

Li Hu said "tsk" and said unhappily: "I'll tell me these things? Heretics!" He said seriously: "That day in Jaxa, I saw my brothers pulling the enemy down from the city wall, generous and tragic, and I was so impatient that I didn't care about breaking the city. But after the war ended, I was shot and injured, I realized my fear.

Especially even General Aihui and the military doctor said that I was helpless... I was not afraid of my brothers ridicule. At that time, I was completely disappointed. In the past, my heart to compete for honor and praise became a cloud. Even if I gave me a great master, I didn't want to ask for it. I just wanted to go home to see my parents again. Unfortunately, there was no chance...

The feeling of waiting for death is unforgettable to me.

But I didn’t expect that when my brother was most desperate, you didn’t avoid suspicion and saved me with a magic trick. At that time, I thought, from now on, we will be brothers!"

Jia Cong smiled, patted Li Hu on the arm, and nodded.

Li Hu was anxious again and shouted, "I'm going to go?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Go, it's not easy to let down your kindness."

Li Hu laughed and pulled Jia Cong out, whispering as he walked: "I told you that I have suffered an old nose at home these two days. The old lady and the wife chanted scriptures, and I almost broke my head. I can go out today... They ordered me to come to the door as soon as possible, saying that I would like to thank you very much. But my father said something about the court. You just took over as the commander of Jinyi. Now I have been in my house and I have been taboo about you. The old lady and the wife have barely suppressed it. But it is only a matter of time before you come back from Jiangnan..."

...

Zhuque Street, Jiangwu Pavilion.

Unlike the scholars who like to mingle in the 72 families of Pingkangfang, the descendants of the Wuxun family... or in other words, the descendants of the Zhenyuan lineage were determined not to step into the other place.

Speaking of which, the Zhenyuan lineage is really lucky to have the painful experience of the founding lineage to teach ready-made lessons.

Seeing that the Four Tyrants and Eighth Dukes' Mansions had a decline of just one generation, it was so scary.

The pioneers of the Zhenyuan lineage have not yet died, how dare they repeat the same mistake?

Therefore, if any of the founding family is addicted to the founding lineage, and those of the Zhenyuan lineage dare to follow the footsteps, they will definitely not escape the family rules.

If it is a prince, it may even be directly deprived of the prince.

The strict prevention can be seen.

And this method is indeed effective. Unworthy children are rarely seen in the entire Zhenyuan lineage.

At least not among the princes.

Perhaps the qualifications and talents are difficult to match those of my father and grandfather, but they are willing to go to the Nine Counties to endure hardships. No one dares to claim to be a noble family and despise the military's career.

However, the generals always have a place to have social engagements and play tricks.

It is not a long way to endure hardships. You understand the principle that it is easy to break even after just passing.

Therefore, the emergence of the Jiangwu Pavilion...

After turning over and dismounting, he handed over his mount to the yard with his personal soldiers. Li Hu introduced to Jia Cong: "This is a place where we often eat and drink and make trouble."

Jia Cong looked at the three-story wooden building in front of him and smiled, "I'm afraid this building can't stand your fight, right?"

Li Hu and Prince Xuan of Duke Zhao Hao are the ones who dare to take action at the Chinese banquet in the palace. Can we survive here?

Li Hu laughed dryly and said, "This is the property of the Qing Gongzi. There are only a few people in our generation who do not owe her favors. Zhao Mouse and I don't know how many times I owe her. Who dares to take action here? Hey, I have to expose his skin! I don't make a few taels of money at all, and if I beat someone up, who has the face to see you again... Hey, Qingchen, what's wrong with you?"

When Jia Cong heard the three words "Qing Master" and changed his face slightly, his smile on his face was lowered, and Li Huqi asked.

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "It's nothing... Young Master Furong will come here today, right?"

Li Hu said: "I don't know, under normal circumstances, she doesn't like to hang out with us. Although we all owe her favors, she doesn't like to hang out with us martial artists. She just likes poetry and lyrics. By the way, hehe, you're just involved in her..."

"Okay, okay, let's go in."

Before Li Hu finished speaking, Jia Cong interrupted him and took the lead in walking into the General Wu Pavilion.

Li Hu is not a fool. Seeing Jia Cong’s dislike, he couldn’t help but frown slightly...

He and Jia Cong are brothers, but Ye Qing, who is righteous, are also friends. Many times, the disasters have been ruined by Ye Qing.

He had heard rumors about these two people, and thought they were a couple of talented men and beautiful women singing in the play, and he was secretly happy.

But now it seems that there are conflicts...

He took a deep breath and Li Hu was having a headache. How to solve it when he heard a drunken roar coming from inside:

"Where did the poor scholar come from? Being blind? Don't get out!"

Then there was a "bang" sound of falling and breaking.

Li Hu's expression changed and he rushed in with several steps.

...

In the lobby on the first floor, Jia Cong walked slightly to the side and avoided the wine jar that a drunk young man smashed over.

Everyone else was equally drunk and no one stopped him.

However, a shopkeeper came out quickly, looked at Jia Cong's Pulin, and advised him kindly: "This master, this is the General Wu Pavilion, which is the place where the military master is specially used. You might as well go somewhere else."

After the old shopkeeper made his debut, the people inside didn't look at him any more.

A young man in his twenties in his prime had a long sip of wine and said depressedly: "Tell me, what's the matter? We started to fight the thirteenth and fourteenth days. After these years, we lost our lives several times. It's better to be the first half of the year."

Another sneered and said, "Now that person is clearly going to give us a founding hero to suppress us, so what can you say if your grandson has only been shopping for half a year or only been shopping for half a day?"

"fart!"

A burly and strong man with a stubble face gritted his teeth and said, "The military merits and title system is an iron rule set by Taizu and the two ancestors of the Holy Ancestors. With this iron rule, Daqian's army will not become a weak chicken. Whoever breaks this iron rule will be Daqian's sinner!"

"Dog thing! Still standing there watching a ball!"

The young man who had drunk and smashed the wine jar before saw that the person at the door had not left yet, but instead stood there with interest and watched them complain. His eyes turned red and he roared and rushed up to take action.

But before the shopkeeper could stop him, the young man flew backwards and fell to the ground with a "snake". He struggled for a few times but didn't get up...

Behind the scholar, Li Hu landed his feet on the ground, wiped his sweat, and said in a false way: "Oh, blame me, I forgot the rules!"

He looked at Jia Cong wearing a Confucian shirt and said, "Qing Chen, you are in Hei Liao. At first, I wanted to beat you up, but later I got used to it, but I forgot the rules here."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "The rules here do not allow dressing like this?"

Li Hu shrugged casually and said with a smile: "Only the Qing emperor can do it, others... there is no precedent."

He said to the person struggling on the ground again: "Stop pretending to be dead dogs there! I will send you an iron sword and go to my mansion to get it."

The man on the ground had to endure a mouthful of blood, but when he heard this, he could no longer bear it and squirted out...

It's good to give the sword, give the iron sword...

But he only dared to think about it this way. His identity could only stay in the lobby on the first floor of Jiangwu Pavilion, with two floors on it.

Li Hu is the absolute core figure on the third floor. The level in the yamen circle is not on the surface, but it is actually more stringent...

No one paid attention to him, Jia Cong didn't look at a drunk man again, and smiled and said, "Since I'm not following the rules first, let's forget it today, come next time..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a mess of footsteps coming from the stairs upstairs.

Soon after, a group of people appeared in a dark corner.

The leader is still an acquaintance who once "teached" Jia Cong in person, Zhao Hao, the prince of the Duke of Xuan, who was the one who "teached" Jia Cong in person.
To be continued...