Lotus Garden.

Since Song Yan, Zhen Yingjia and the seven masters of Jiangnan moved in, there has been no banquets here.

This is the Zhen family's industry. In fact, it is interesting. It should be a gold-selling cave that earns money every day, but Jia Cong found that the Zhen family has to pay at least tens of thousands of taels of silver here every year.

There is no reason, the charge is too low and there are too many free orders.

Any famous scholar who reports a poetry meeting here only charges materials for Lianyuan.

If you can write a good poem, you can get free of charge. Just send the good article to Zhen Mansion in Jinling.

Most of the so-called masterpieces are works by the Zhen family's respect for the wise and the nobles of Zhen Yingjia, the wise and love for talents, and the handsome and handsome young men of Zhen Feng.

Although Zhen Yingjia has become the reputation of the Poetry Buddha in Jiangnan from the Lotus Garden, Zhen Fu is even the first young man of Jiangnan, but the real money he pays here every year is vaguely unable to bear it.

You know, even a first-class prince’s annual salary is only ten thousand taels of silver.

The Zhen family only threw ten thousand taels of silver into a different business in Yangzhou Prefecture a year, which shows the extravagant expenses.

However, you get what you pay for and spend a lot of gold and silver. This is indeed a rare place to enjoy.

After Jia Cong was invited in by the Zhen family's slaves, he suddenly felt the spring breeze blowing on his face and the fragrance of flowers was bursting.

The cotton brocade cloak on his body seemed out of place compared to the thin and elegant spring shirts of everyone inside.

However, he didn't seem to be uncomfortable with it, nor did he take the spring shirts sent by the beautiful maids to replace them.

After only taking off the cloak and handing it to the sharp-capped waiter, he walked directly to the lotus pond.

When a group of old men in their sixties and seventies saw his attitude, their expressions changed slightly.

Looking at each other, your eyes are complicated.

First of all, I feel that there are talented people in the country, and new people will be replaced by old people.

Secondly, why are you depressed and there are no such young men among your own children?

In such occasions, the vast majority of people will choose to follow the trend and follow the local customs.

Being able to have your own persistence is not caused by arrogance or inferiority complex, but by being confident...

This kind of mind and nature can be seen from the small to the big, and they cannot help but appreciate it.

In addition, Jia Cong's increasingly beautiful appearance, he looked like a banished immortal came to the world...

The older Master is, the more he understands the importance of "body, words, books, and judgment".

The big pick of the eyes and the "body" is the first, which shows the importance of appearance in the officialdom.

In this regard, Jia Cong undoubtedly surpassed most people in the world...

Jia Cong stepped forward steadily, first seeing Song Yan sitting on the lotus platform in the middle, and said with great tribute: "Disciple has seen you, please feel free to you."

Song Yan's face covered with age spots was full of loving expressions, without any concealment. He nodded and said, "Okay, come on, have a busy night last night?"

Lianyuan naturally wouldn't have been ignorant of such a big noise last night.

Jia Cong shook his head and smiled and said, "The clown jumping to death, and he has no point in mind."

Song Yan nodded with a smile, but Chu Dongming beside him said, "Qingchen, you are so loud. The demons of Mingxiang Sect made such a big noise. Hundreds of thousands of people in Yangzhou Prefecture cannot sleep at night, and even the entire Jiangnan is shocked. Do you only regard them as clowns, do you have a proud heart? This is not good. Your path has just begun. You must know the reason why arrogant soldiers will be defeated."

The other old men also nodded to see how Jia Cong answered.

Jia Cong was neither quick nor slow, without being frivolous or uneasy. He bowed slightly and replied, "What Mr. Dongming said is reasonable, and arrogant soldiers will be defeated. The bandits of the Mingxiang Cult regard our Jinyiwei as nothing, and a mere cult thief dared to commit robbery. Isn't it overestimating their abilities?

As for what the teacher said about Yangzhou and Jiangnan, my younger generation has shallow eyesight and never discovered it.

But for the country, the Ming Xiang Sect Rebellion is indeed not worth mentioning.

Their greatest purpose is to help the younger generation with the heads of more than a hundred bandits, build up the capital and warn the world."

Suddenly, the quietness in the lotus garden came to a deeper look on everyone's eyes.

After a while, Song Yan first spoke to break the silence. He looked at Jia Cong with a calm expression and said, "Cong'er, your elders here heard about you last night. Although they were pleased with your attack on the demons of the Mingxiang Sect, some people think that you were too much of a murder, which would hurt the heavens. Especially... you also pointed the Zhao family at the gate of the Salt Administration Office, preparing to behead them all? Among them, there are old, young, women and children..."

Jia Cong bowed and said, "Sir, Mingxiang Sect openly attacked the Salt Government Office last night. This is a crime of unpardoned rebellion! His disciples deserved to be killed. As for the Zhao family..."

Jia Cong slowly straightened his straight back, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "The Zhao family, a clan of generations of soldiers, has been deeply favored by the emperor, but..."

Before Jia Cong finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sun Boqi, the head of the Sun family, and said, "Qing ministers, the Zhao family is indeed a tribe of generations, and they have received great grace from the emperor. I don't know where to start?"

Jia Cong looked at Sun Boqi and said strangely: "Mr. Boqi, if there is no emperor to support the scholars and treat the world well, where did the Zhao family's hundreds of thousands of Youdian fields in Liangxi and Jiangnan come from? If there is no emperor's grace, the Zhao family's servants are like clouds and maids are like rain, so why should the Zhao family provide for them?"

When Sun Boqi heard the words, he was always unable to quibble with a junior. This is natural, and he still has shame...

Fortunately, Jia Cong did not force him, and after nodding slightly to Sun Boqi, he continued: "The Mingxiang Cult was destroyed several times after being hit by the court's thunder ten years ago. I think the predecessors are familiar with the evil things that the Mingxiang Cult does. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a sin. However, the Zhao family helped it rekindle for its own selfishness. In the next ten years, countless people were destroyed because of their family."

Ouyang Demou, the head of the Ouyang family, said in a deep voice: "This is Zhao Yuhua's crime, how can he implicate the innocent?"

Jia Cong lowered his eyes and said, "Innocent? Mr. Demou, is his family innocent if he loses his family because of the Mingxiang Cult? Are his family innocent if he loses his family because of the Mingxiang Cult? Are his family innocent if he sells his wife and daughter into brothels and allows others to ruin them? Are his family innocent if he sells his wife and daughter into brothels because of the Mingxiang Cult forcing him to commit suicide?

When they are not allowed to live or die because of the Zhao family, can anyone say innocent to them?

Why did it make a difference when you arrived at the Zhao family?"

Ouyang Demou said in a deep voice: "That's because we didn't know that such a tragic incident happened in Jiangnan. If we knew, we would have to stop each other. Furthermore, the Zhao family is a famous gentry and is not comparable to common people."

Jia Cong raised his eyes and looked at Ouyang Demou and said, "I will not speculate on the authenticity of your words, but I am willing to believe in your virtues. This is your true words."

Ouyang Demou's expression was slower and he asked, "So, do you think what I said is right?"

Jia Cong smiled and shook his head and said, "For the sir, this statement may be correct, but for the younger generation, this statement is not correct, because the younger generation and the younger generation have different ideas in their hearts. The younger generation inherited the teacher's aspirations and was willing to establish a heart for the heaven and earth, and to establish a life for the people. This people are not just gentry."

Ouyang Demou's expression darkened again, and he looked at Jia Cong and said, "How do you know that your way is right?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "How dare I be arrogant and deny Mr. Demou's way? However, I will stick to the great way in my heart. Mr. Demou's great scholars should know the disputes between the great way and cannot tolerate respect and humility."

Ouyang Demou was angry when he heard this, he blew up his white beard and said, "After talking for a long time, do you still have to do tyrannical things with power? The so-called great way is to fight with the embroidered spring sword of the Jinyiwei in your hand?"

Jia Cong looked at Ouyang Demou and said, "I don't think there is anything wrong with using embroidered spring sword to punish sinners."

Ouyang Demou really fell down this time and looked at Jia Cong and said in a deep voice: "You really want to kill all the Zhao and the ninth tribes of the Qin sects? That's thousands of lives!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Jia Cong's handsome and peerless face, wanting to see if this young man with a devilish appearance like a banished immortal had a devilish murderous intention.

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "I have reported to the emperor in this case for 800 miles in a hurry. How to punish him? The emperor will discuss with the minister of the cabinet."

Ouyang Demou said coldly: "This is also your way?"

Jia Cong nodded and said, "I still remember that my teacher taught me the first time. The first words of his disciples are filial, and the second words are loyalty. Therefore, the younger generations dare not be unfilial, nor dare not be unfaithful."

The head of the Fang family, Fang Shuhe, said with a serious expression: "Where is that of Na Ren?"

Jia Cong bowed and said, "The third is benevolence. But Mr. Shuhe, my younger generation thinks that evil towards sinners is benevolence to good people! Jia Cong does not raise the benevolence of corrupt scholars!"

The atmosphere next to the lotus pond was extremely serious. The seven masters of Jiangnan and Zhen Yingjia looked at Jia Cong with a solemn look.

What a stubborn and domineering young man!

If Emperor Chongkang ordered the Jinyiwei to raise the butcher's knife to the Jiangnan gentry, what would he do?

At this moment, an old cough came from beside the lotus pond, attracting everyone's attention.

Jia Cong hurriedly stepped forward to serve Song Hua. Song Yan waved his hand and signaled that nothing happened, and then said to Jia Cong: "Cong'er, it is right for you to stick to your own way, but your way is not complete."

Jia Cong bowed and said, "Please give me some advice."

Song Yan gasped for a few breaths, then looked at Jia Cong and slowly said, "You can pity all living beings, especially the people, which is great benevolence, but you are biased, why not think about it instead? The people's wives and children are innocent. Are the women and children of the Zhao family and the Qin family innocent? They are like the people and have not done any evil."

When Jia Cong heard this, he suddenly shook, and he bowed deeply as if he was enlightened, and said, "Thank you for your teachings, I understand."

Song Yan also said: "Although your way is different from your sir, you must also be humble in seeking learning and learning, and you must not be complacent and arrogant."

When Jia Cong heard this, he politely politely said, "Disciple remembers the teachings of sir." He also bowed to several other old men and said, "Please give me more advice, old men."

Fang Shuhe, Chu Dongming and others looked at each other and smiled and said, "Duke Song Chan is the master of the world. With just a few words, the Qing ministers can help Qing officials know that the road is not far away, which is a great charity. Qing ministers, I ask you, what should the Zhao family and the Qin family do with their relatives?"

Jia Cong replied, "I will still listen to the sages! But my younger generations think that the emperor will be kind and will definitely be able to open his mind and will not kill his life."

Ouyang Demou asked, "What if the emperor ordered you to implicate the nine clans?"

At this moment, everyone, including Song Yan, stared at Jia Cong.

After Jia Cong was silent for a moment, he bowed and said, "I am the minister of the emperor, and I dare not disobey my destiny."

A sigh sounded, and Chu Dongming shook his head repeatedly and said, "It's just a civil servant."

The others also shook their heads repeatedly, regretting that Jia Cong could not be extraordinary...

Jia Cong sneered in his heart, wanting to be a loyal minister of the country, why not let your family members do it?

If you are a loyal minister at home, the first thing you do is to destroy your life!

However, not all were disappointed. Ouyang Demou said: "Fortunately, I didn't say anything false to lie to me... Qingchen, please accompany Song Changong, he misses you very much. In the afternoon, I will discuss something with you."

After saying that, several powerful old men in Jiangnan were about to leave, but Jia Cong said, "There is another thing. I would like to ask you all the gentlemen."

After the eight people looked at it, Jia Cong said: "Originally, the Jinyiwei was not in sufficient staff, so I asked the Jiangnan Censor Zhuge Tai to go to various places in Jiangnan to arrest Zhao family members on behalf of me. The people who did not want to inspect the supervisor were not even close to me. Zhuge Tai went to the Salt Administration Office to apologize today and was powerless. So next, the Jinyiwei went to the emperor to get people. The Jinyiwei was the emperor's personal army and arrested the unjust ministers. If there was any obstruction, he would be the same as the thief. How many old gentlemen, is it right for me?"

...

Song Yan's room.

Jia Cong and Song Hua helped Song Yan sit down. After Song Hua went out to prepare for ginseng tea, Song Yan looked at Jia Cong and said, "Do you feel bored and bored?"
To be continued...