After barely comforting the girls Qingwen and Chunyan, Jia Cong took Jia Huan out of Jiumeiyuan.

Asked, "Who sent you here?"

Jia Huan said listlessly: "Who else can be there except Zhao Guoji?"

Jia Cong said: "Is it Sister Ping'er who is looking for you?"

Jia Huan snorted and said, "I understand. She is the only one in the family. She knows that no one will help you except me...

Why didn’t she go to find Baoyu? Why didn’t she go to find Lan Ge'er?”

Looking at his sternness, Jia Cong twitched his lips and smiled, "Yes, you have been helping me since that year, I remember."

Jia Huan became more and more proud now and said, "Just remember! Jia Cong, let's invite me to the host, let's go to the street to play?"

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "I can't do it today. I'm going to Qujiangchi for a banquet today. I made an appointment before, otherwise I wouldn't go back to the Shangshu Mansion today.

Brother Huan, what's going on at home? What do you hear about?

Others say you hate it, but I think you are very smart and you are the most informed."

Jia Huan laughed and said, "No wonder you are willing to be stubborn with me. It turns out that I am extremely smart! You are really talking, I heard from my mother... I heard a lot of news by myself.

Jia Cong, you don’t know, the master is in trouble now!”

"Oh? What a miserable method?"

Jia Cong asked calmly.

Jia Huan giggled and said, "I heard that his stomach hurts so much. He rolls all over the ground when he is sick! His temper is getting worse and worse, and even his eldest wife is beaten. Now he is relying on torture women to relieve the pain..."

As he said that, he grabbed his head and said in a daze: "Jia Cong, can it not hurt to torture a woman?"

He doesn't understand this yet...

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "It's not possible. The more you do this, the more painful it hurts."

Jia Huan nodded repeatedly and said, "Yeah, my mother said that too. She said that the master is probably not long. Jia Cong, your good days are coming!"

"What are you talking about?!"

Jia Cong scolded: "Is this what we can say?"

Jia Huan was unhappy and muttered, "You and I are still pretending..."

Jia Cong said angrily: "This is not a matter of not doing anything. No matter how you think in your heart, we can't say a word. If someone listens, how do you want to die?"

Jia Huan snorted, although he knew in his heart that Jia Cong was right, he was unwilling to bow his head.

But I didn't say anything more.

"Okay, I will accept your affection for this matter and I want to thank you. In addition, when I went back, I told Sister Ping'er that I knew about this matter and would help me solve it.

I won’t keep you for a long time. I will take it seriously and I will go back home tomorrow to find you.”

Jia Cong rubbed Jia Huan's hair bun and said with a smile.

Jia Huan hummed and said nothing, not saying he would leave, nor saying he would leave.

Jia Cong thought about it, smiled, took out a ingot of about five taels of silver from his sleeve, and handed it to Jia Huan, saying, "Don't buy those messy things to eat, eat them carefully, and eat them to your stomach."

After Jia Huan took the silver with a slight look on his face, he couldn't stop laughing and said, "Jia Cong, I didn't come to greed for your money."

Jia Cong nodded and said, "I know, you are trying to help me. Okay, go back. If you are too late, your mother is worried."

"Hey!"

Jia Huan simply responded and ran away without any shadows.

But I didn't see how cold Jia Cong's gaze was behind him!

Jia Lian...

...

"Uncle Master?"

After Song Hua met with Jia Cong behind the screening wall of the main gate of the Shangshu Mansion, he saw his face solemn, with heavy expressions in his eyebrows and eyes, and asked in surprise: "But what happened?"

Jia Cong came back to his senses, frowned and let out a smile, "It's okay, I just talked to my master's wife for a while, the trivial matters in Rongguo Mansion..."

Upon hearing this, Song Hua swallowed the problem mentioned at the edge of his throat.

He knew the destructive things in the Jia family. He could not say anything casually except for sighing that there were many right and wrong among wealthy families.

In other words, they are all his elders...

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Jia Cong smiled and said, "Zihou, don't worry too much. I'm fine. The matter has been resolved, let's go. The master has not come back yet, so there is no need to ask him for instructions."

Upon hearing this, Song Hua smiled and said, "Okay, please, uncle."

Jia Cong smiled and took the lead in leaving the mansion.

The two of them rode together in a carriage. On the way, Jia Cong asked, "Zihou, what is the name of Qionglin Society? Such a big deal? I have heard about it many times in the Imperial College these days, and many people want to go but cannot. Wu Fan didn't come to find you?"

Song Hua smiled bitterly and said, "How come I didn't find it? I also found my grandmother's place. However, my grandmother said that she couldn't help with this. She was not good at studying all day long. Now she wanted to rely on her relationships, and her grandfather would not allow her.

Maybe my uncle didn’t know that seven or eight out of ten people who could enter the Qionglin Society would be able to pass the Jinshi in the future.”

Jia Cong's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he said, "Is this true?"

Song Hua nodded and said, "That's true, so there are very few people who can join the society, most of whom are the young generation of celebrities.

For example, the uncle of the junior teacher, now the uncle's handwriting is becoming more and more popular with the ministers of the court.

Last year, when the birthday of Yan Shenggong, the uncle of the junior master asked someone to send a piece of calligraphy, Yan Shenggong praised the praise of "ancient and natural, and the gods are unique" on the spot, and the uncle of the junior master also spread his name to the world.

Only in this way can one enter Qionglin Society.”

Jia Cong laughed and said, "Famous reputation is spread throughout the world but not, most people are still skeptical."

Seeing Jia Cong so sober, Song Hua smiled and said, "It's not important to doubt it. My grandfather had spoken before and was not allowed to go to the Imperial College to disturb the quietness of the junior teacher's uncle's entry into school, so many people can't see the little master's uncle's calligraphy. Today, most people will ask the little master to write, and they will be convinced by the time."

Jia Cong nodded. In the past two years, he has written ten big characters every day and has been very attentive in his daily life. With his already outstanding talent, his calligraphy achievements have been a thousand miles a day.

If his handwriting was a bit awkward and craftsmanship two years ago, his handwriting is becoming more and more extraordinary now.

He was not concerned about this, but...

"Zihou, will the court allow such a society to exist?"

A club that is almost a circumscribed with Jinshi, and more than 80% of the club are Jinshi.

When such an organization grows, the energy contained in it will be a bit terrifying.

It is easy to remind people of two words:

Form a party.

Song Hua smiled and said, "Don't worry, my uncle, it's not a serious society. Every year, there are only Shangyuan, Spring is coming, and Mid-Autumn Festival, a club will be released, and a banquet will be written. All are literary matters, so talk less about political affairs.

but……"

At this point, Song Hua looked a little solemn and said, "This year's Qionglin Banquet, I'm afraid that the new law will be discussed. At the Enrong Banquet, Cao Zi'ang, the top scholar in the current academic discipline, said that he will never leave the new law."

Jia Cong laughed and said sarcastically: "Cao Zi'ang's articles are far inferior to Zi's. Even Jieyuan in the six provinces in Jiangnan has many shortcomings, and it is not enough to win the world.

It is entirely up to one mouth and hold the new method and heel to win the top scorer. Naturally, it is said that the new method cannot be separated from it and that the fundamentals cannot be lost.

Zihou, do you know what this is called? This is called political correctness.

Hey, he stands at the moment, and even a pig can take off."

Song Hua is a kind person. After hearing Jia Cong's spicy comments, he couldn't help but defend Cao Chen: "My uncle, Cao Zi'ang's articles are still of some standard."

Upon hearing this, Jia Cong looked at Song Hua and laughed: "Zihou, you can only be a noble and intellectual official, so don't step into the disputes in the court.

Otherwise...hehe.

My husband once told me that when acting in the officialdom, we must unite all those who can be united as much as possible, and be with the light before we can do things.

But there is one prerequisite for this, that is, you must recognize which one is your friend, the one who can be united, and which one is your enemy.

Wouldn't it be stupid if it united on the head of the enemy?"

Song Hua was silent for a moment when he heard this. He knew that Jia Cong was right. His temperament was indeed not suitable for intrigue.

And his grandfather did regard him as his junior uncle as the successor of the officialdom, as for his eldest grandson...

Song Hua smiled bitterly in his heart, thought for a while and said, "My uncle said that day, "

When Jia Cong heard this, he shouted, his voice was a little cold, his starry eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Zihou, I was not a silence that day. It's just...

The opponent's black hand has already hit me. Isn't it stupid to keep my bottom line from breaking up with the opponent again?"

Song Hua was shocked when he heard this and said, "What a shady hand?"

Jia Cong said: "Brother Zichuan was confused by the people arranged by Cao Zi'ang, and he encouraged me to drag the Jia family into the struggle between the old and new parties. This is to avenge the revenge between Li Zheng and Li Wende and his son!

With the current situation of party struggles, any nobleman who dares to show up and stands out will surely die.

It can be seen how vicious his intentions are!"

Song Hua's expression changed when he heard this, he paused, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Master, is there any evidence for this matter?"
To be continued...