When Song Hua heard this, his face turned red and he was extremely ashamed and had almost no place to live.

Speaking of which, this is still incompatible with etiquette.

Song Hua and the daughter of the Gu family in Taichang Temple were married last year. After the exam was released on the Golden List, they would go to the next grade.

Now it seems that the two of them are not just as simple as the words of their parents' orders.

Before this, I think there was a scene where a talented man played a beautiful woman.

Now that Jia Cong came to make fun of him, Song Hua naturally felt ashamed.

After all, he was the eldest son and grandson who were raised by him, and he was so mellow and honest. Song Yan showed Jia Cong his eyes to him and could stop...

After all, winning the hearts of beautiful people with its talents is not a scandal.

When Jia Cong saw it, he smiled and said, "No, it's fine. Qujiang is fine, but the furong pond Ziyun Tower is a royal garden, who can get in?"

Song Hua took the steps and quickly went down and explained: "The first person in Qionglin society is from a good background. Young Master Furong is the queen mother's relative and is highly favored, so..."

Jia Congming was clear and said, "Okay, I won't go back to the Imperial College on the first day of next month. I'll wait for your feast at home and go to Qujiangchi together."

After the two made an appointment, Song Yan said, "Zihou will go back and rest first. We will go to the Ministry of Rites to attend a banquet tomorrow. Poetry exams are indispensable. Just prepare for a little."

Song Hua hurriedly took the order.

After Song Hua left, Jia Cong told him everything about today, starting with the fact that he found that Chen Ran was inappropriate.

After saying that, I quietly waited for Song Yan's advice.

Although he is a time traveler, his mind is much more mature than a twelve-year-old child.

But he doesn't think that he will be invincible in dealing with human mental calculations.

In fact, he is still far from it.

Regarding the way of thinking and planning, which of the giants who have been officials all their lives in the dynasty but have never fallen, isn’t the ancestral black giant?

Perhaps there may not be many talents on the road to governing the country, but in terms of people's minds, if you do not have perfect results, you will not be able to stand in the Golden Palace.

Even if you are lucky enough to stand there, it will be difficult to last...

Therefore, with a master like Song Yan, Jia Cong has no reason to ask for advice without humbly.

In fact, he has been seriously studying this aspect over the past two years.

Therefore, he has made rapid progress and has become more and more skilled in calculating people's hearts...

Song Yan closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes and commented one by one:

"There must be someone behind Zichuan. There is something wrong with Zhao Lun and others, so it is not credible."

"Zhao Lun, Cao Zi'ang, Li Wende..."

"Oh, although I tried my best to get you out of the Li Zheng case that day, it seems that someone still suspects you."

"Cao Zi'ang, the top scholar in the current academic field, is likely to hate you because of Li Wende's death."

"The Qing ministers should not be careless. Judging from the methods of acting, they are quite scheming. At this moment, his foundation is still shallow and may not be what they do to you."

"But as I expected, if he moves, he will destroy your reputation first..."

These calculation methods of the younger generation are almost obvious to Song Yan, who has been intoxicated with power struggles for a lifetime.

Listening to the old man analyzing the direction of the context little by little, Jia Cong nodded slowly.

In the eyes of the starry sky, the eyes flashed...
Chapter completed!