Dongcheng, Chang'an, Anxingfang.

Nanzhen Fushi.

The Jinyiwei has the jurisdiction of the North and South Town Fushi, with the north and the south and the inside.

The Beizhen Fushi arrested the bad guys, while the Nanzhen Fushi arrested the people of the Beizhen Fushi...

Therefore, Han Tao and Yao Yuan never deal with each other.

But this time it was Shen Lang who was the evil man.

House search...

It has always been the biggest fat man in Jinyiwei.

If you don’t open for three years, you will eat for three years.

If you can get a prisoner at the level of a house search, most of the family will be rich.

Such a place can be worth a few years of money, or even more.

Not everyone can resist this kind of temptation.

"The water is clear and there is no fish, and the person is observing and there is no disciple. This marquis also understands it. It's just..."

"I have sent someone to order in advance. After the house search, an additional reward silver will be distributed with the captains. It is enough for you to pay for the food and salary in February. Isn't it enough?"

"Insatiable!!"

"No rules cannot be achieved in a square or a circle, and it is difficult to strengthen the army without military laws. The Jinyiwei is the personal army of the emperor and the most glorious army in the world. How famous is it? How can it be for those who steal and steal?"

"If you take a good look at this, you will remember it in your heart. When you are greedy again, ask yourself, is it worth it?"

After saying that, Jia Cong walked away from the front courtyard without saying anything more.

He rarely shows too much in the Jinyiwei. If anything happens, he often comes through the North and South Governors' Department. This reduces too much attention...

However, although he did not personally take over the power of the North and South Fufu Division, Han Tao, Yao Yuan handled all the ordinary affairs, but through Zhan Peng and Shen Lang, he always had the power of the North and South Fufu Division.

It is one thing to be upright and not take power, but it is another thing to be in charge of power. It is two different things.

Left a Jingguan and dozens of lieutenants waiting for military sticks to be executed. Jia Cong, under the protection of Zhan Peng, returned to the east of the Jia family.

...

Although we had made an appointment in advance, when Jia Cong arrived home, it was almost the end of Shen Time.

It's dusk.

Seeing that there was nothing in the inner house, Jia Cong went directly to Huifangyuan.

There are only a handful of families with a back garden in Beijing except the Chi Family.

The Jia family took advantage of the convenience of the founding heroes to enclose land early, and enclosed a large amount of land in the Shenjing City, where every inch of land was valuable.

Even so, Ningguo Mansion, which was the chief residence, built such a large garden, and even Rongguo Mansion was not available.

My grandmother Jia respected her so much that she only built a large flower hall behind Rongqing Hall.

Where can I get to the Garden?

As soon as I entered the garden, spring flowers were everywhere in the ground and white willows were spread across the slopes. The small bridge was like a stream, and the winding paths were connected to the road to the rooftop.

The clear streams in the stones are turbulent, the fences are fragrant, the green leaves are flirting with green trees, and the sparse forests are picturesque.

The evening breeze is tight, the orioles are singing for the first time, and the warm sun is warm, and the words are added.

Looking southeast, we built several pavilions along the mountain, and looking across the northwest, we formed three pavilions on the water.

The sheng and the ears are filled with unique feelings, and the silk and silk are penetrated through the forest, adding more charm.

In my previous life, I worked hard with a lancet knife for years, but I only managed to get a small place to live in a second-tier town.

now……

Looking at this quiet garden, it is still in the west city of Shenjing, where every inch of land is valuable...

Jia Cong felt a sense of absurdity in his heart, and time travel was indeed a shortcut to make a fortune.

In his previous life, even if he worked hard for a hundred years, he would never buy such a house in the capital...

Just as I was thinking about walking northeast, I suddenly saw a figure coming from the west.

Huifangyuan was originally the family business of Ningfu, but before Jia Cong went south, he had someone specially opened a door to connect the Western Mansion so that the sisters of the Western Mansion could come and play.

This figure who came from the West was naturally a native of Xifu.

When the figure approached, Jia Cong raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, "Three sister, why are you coming from here? What's wrong? It's almost night. I'm still thinking about walking, and I'm not afraid of falling and knocking."

"ah!"

The visitor woke up from his trance. Seeing that Jia Cong had not even changed his court uniform, he was shocked first, then turned into a surprise, happily stepped forward and grabbed Jia Cong's arm and said, "The third brother is back?"

Jia Cong said "Yes" and asked again: "What's wrong? It's dark and he's still leaving alone. He's so tragic again. If something happens, it's not a stubborn thing."

Tanchun smiled and said, "At home, what can I do..." But after hesitating, he still whispered: "Third brother, I just went to deliver shepherd's purse dumplings to the master and the wife. When I heard about it, I always felt a little scary, so..."

Jia Cong narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and laughed: "What can I be afraid of being 'smart and ambitious'?"

"Third brother..."

Tanchun angrily, and after her beautiful eyes turned to Jia Cong, Fang approached Jia Cong and whispered: "When I went, I happened to hear my wife discussing with the master to send the second sister into the palace and be with the eldest sister. It seems that the eldest sister in the palace is about to be overjoyed. Third brother, are you just asking the second sister to act as a concubine? But in a place like that in the palace..."

Before Tanchun finished speaking, he saw Jia Cong’s eyes lit up in the dark night.

Although he didn't say anything, Tanchun could still clearly feel the anger suppressed on Jia Cong's body.

"Three brother..."

Tanchun couldn't stand this dangerous aura that could explode at any time, and screamed timidly.

Jia Cong breathed softly, looked at Tanchun and smiled, and said, "What are you afraid of, you girl? Will I still be cruel to you?"

Tanchun then breathed a sigh of relief, snorted softly, and said, "Who knows that the third brother is a peerless general, and his sister is only a little girl, how can he not be afraid?"

Jia Cong laughed, and saw Tanchun Jun's eyes and eyebrows flashing with rare sweethearts and joy, he laughed and said, "Let's go, go to Tianxianglou, they are not relieved after a long time. As for what the master and wife said, the third sister should not tell them to someone else. I will handle this matter well."

Tanchun said "yes", and if Jia Huan saw it, he would be shocked to let his chin fall.

Jia Cong laughed, and Tanchun felt embarrassed when he laughed. He stared at Jia Cong with a fierce look and asked, "What if the master and wife don't send me to the palace anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Cong reached out and touched the bridge of his nose, saying, "That's how...that's a bit difficult..."

"Three! Brother! Brother!!"

Tanchun Xiu raised his eyebrows, looked at Jia Cong with wide eyes, and gritted his teeth and spit out three words.

Jia Cong said "ignorantly": "What? Does the third sister want more dowry?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Tanchun couldn't help it anymore. Although he knew that Jia Cong was teasing her, he was still angry.

Zhang Ya rushed towards Jia Cong. Jia Cong laughed and turned around and ran towards Tianxiang Tower.

...

The next morning, the morning light was not clear.

Jia Cong slowly opened his eyes, fixed his eyes, gently picked up a white jade-like arm on his chest, placed it in the brocade quilt aside, and looked at Ping'er who was still sleeping, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Without too much action, he got up quietly, washed up briefly, went to the front yard to practice morning with his own soldiers.

Although beauty is good, you must also have a body to enjoy it.

Although he was addicted for a while a few days ago, Jia Cong also had enough perseverance to control his desires, rather than being dominated by desires and desires, he became a pile driver...

An hour later, Jia Cong, sweating-covered, returned to the back hall of Ning'an Hall. The gentle Ping'er served him in the shower and changed his new clothes.

After breakfast together, Jia Cong was about to go to Xifu when he saw Caiyun, the maid of Mrs. Wang, who came over, said Jia Zheng, that Mrs. Wang had something to invite her.

Jia Cong said goodbye to Ping'er and came to the west palace.

...

Xifu, inner study room.

Mengpozhai.

Jia Zheng sat cross-legged on the kang in his regular clothes, writing something on the kang table.

Seeing Jia Cong come in, without waiting for him to greet him, he called out one after another: "Come on, Cong'er, come on, see what I have written in my new letter?"

After all, Jia Cong met with him and Mrs. Wang who was sitting by the kang, and then stepped forward and looked at Jia Zheng's book. It was his lyrics...

But to be honest, Jia Zheng's calligraphy is just as mediocre as his literary style.

It seems neat, but in fact it has no spiritual energy.

Just looking at Jia Zheng's expectant gaze, Jia Cong smiled and said, "The master's writing is strong, clumsy but not charming, square and steadfast, which is beyond the reach of his nephew."

Jia Zheng was overjoyed when he heard this. Fortunately, he knew it. He laughed and said, "Cong'er is too famous. He has no high talent in Wenmo and I just practice hard. Speaking of which, he is also thankful to Cong'er. Since Cong'er's success in his Qing ministerial style, I have even gained some inspiration from it. After writing, I have written more differences than before. He has been praised by Lin Yashi, the Sergeant of Beijing. However, he is still not as good as Cong'er."

Jia Cong bowed slightly and said, "I dare not." He smiled and said, "The master is in a good mood, is the wife good?"
To be continued...