Jia Huan sat silently. Knowing the world is knowledge, and being a skillful person means writing. He seems to have to continue practicing for two lifetimes.

From a political perspective, Jia Huan understood Han Xiucai's position. After all, his position was different. Han Xiucai was in the camp of the Donglin Party, and only when his camp made profits can he benefit.

But from the perspective of personal feelings, Jia Huan was a little difficult to accept. It was not because he had the mentality of giving kindness, but from the perspective of a friend, Han Xiucai should have a good time with him.

Zhang Anbo saw his proud disciple rubbing his eyebrows and drinking tea calmly. This kind of thing needs to be done by himself.

He has been in officialdom for many years and has not experienced trust and betrayal in the officialdom. Li Dongyang and Zhang Juzheng, the chief assistant of the former Ming Dynasty, even betrayed his students. Politics is a very complicated activity.

Time slowly flows away in the hot summer afternoon. The sunlight falls from the eaves, making the originally happy and bright mood shrouded a faint shadow.

After being silent for a long time, Jia Huan sighed and said with a depressed expression: "Master, I understand."

He had heard a saying before: first-class talents are in politics, and second-class talents are in business. He thought this was the direction of the official society and sneered at it. Business elites may not be worse than political elites.

However, now it seems that politics is indeed a game of throneous power that requires high IQ. The measurement of people's hearts and the handling of various dilemmas all require superb skills and life wisdom. For example: If he is in the position of Han Xiucai, how can he choose?

Understanding is understanding. However, the friendship with Han Xiucai faded in Jia Huan's heart.

He has always been a rational person.

Zhang Anbo nodded gently and comforted: "Ziyu, these are all things you will experience in the future. When I met He Xintai yesterday, I mentioned you to him. I am not far from the day I retired to the Spring Forest. You are more suitable for the career path than Wenyue. You must get a good ranking in the imperial examination in two years."

Wen Yue is the eldest brother Gongsun Liang. Zhang Anbo’s idea was that Gongsun Liang took over the Wendao Academy and Jia Huan took over his connections and resources in the officialdom.

Jia Huan felt a little warmth in his heart. The mountain leader was paving the way for him and said solemnly: "Master leader, I can do it."

This year is the eleventh year of Yongzhi. In February, the Spring Boudoir Competition is the next competition in February of the 14th year of Yongzhi.

The "malice" revealed by the emperor this time made the mountain leader feel a little cold and he wanted to retreat. The Master said: The king sent his ministers to be polite, and the ministers served the king with loyalty. On the contrary, of course, he would leave with his crown.

The Confucian sub-saint Mencius said more radically: if the king treats his ministers as his brothers and feet, then the ministers regard the king as his heart; if the king treats his ministers as dogs and horses, then the ministers regard the king as the people of the country; if the king treats his ministers as earth, then the ministers regard the king as enemies.

Zhang Anbo smiled generously, like an elder, warming the heart of the boy.

…

In the evening, Jia Huan chatted with Baochai, Tanchun and Shi Xiangyun at Lixiangyuan.

He really needs a little psychological massage now to relieve the emotions in his heart.

In the exquisite side hall of Lixiangyuan, the three of them sat in a row in a row of vermilion wooden chairs about half a meter apart. Their maids were holding teacups, purses and other items behind them, waiting.

The country is beautiful and beautiful, the elegant and dignified sister Bao, the handsome eyes and eyebrows, the third sister who looks at Shenfei, and the snow-white skin and cheerful sister Yun. The daily scenes of their jokes are picturesque.

Jia Huan was savoring the tea and his mood gradually improved.

Baochai wore a light yellow long gown, Mingli asked for no reason: "Brother Huan, I heard from Qingwen that you were busy all night a few days ago. Have you finished it?"

Jia Huan nodded, "Sister Xie Bao cares. It's almost done." The Imperial College Supervisory Supervisory Student Case has ended. Now, there is still a little bit of work, which is to see if I can find a way to rescue Luo Shuolang. He has no idea yet.

Regarding Jia Huan staying up late, everyone chatted for a while, and then changed to the next topic. Tanchun chuckled and asked, "Sister Yun, do you live in Sister Lin's place. Have Sister Lin and the second brother made up?"

Sister Lin seems to have had a falling out with Brother Bao again.

Shi Xiangyun wore a light-colored skirt and smiled, "Where is a reconciliation? It's a quarrel." He asked Jia Huan curiously, "Brother Huan, last time I went back, I met you and your friend on North Street. Who is that handsome scholar?"

Jia Huan replied: "Wei Yang, the son of Wei Kang, the Ministry of Revenue Officer."

If you ask another person, Jia Huan, Baochai, and Tanchun might have to think more about what this means. But Shi Xiangyun asked, and he knew that she was just curious when she looked at her expression. He joked for a few words and then changed the topic.

At this time, a little maid came in outside and said, "Third Master, I'll send someone to invite you over."

Jia Huan stood up. He recently became an aide to Jia Zheng. It is hard to say what Jia Zheng has to do with him.

It happened that Aunt Xue came in and said with a smile: "Oh, Brother Huan is leaving. I am happy to see you brothers and sisters laughing. Today I will keep food for me. I will turn around and send someone to the old lady, and the lady will say it."

Jia Huan explained: "Please forgive me, aunt. The master sent someone to find me. I don't know what happened. If it's fast, I'll come to my aunt's place to have a meal."

Aunt Xue started to laugh. The more this guy looked at him, the more he liked him.

…

Jia Huan came out of Lixiangyuan, walked straight from the inner house of Jia's mansion, and after leaving the second door, he arrived at Jia Zheng's small study room Mengpozhai.

It was getting late, and in Mengpozhai, Jia Zheng was wearing a white Confucian shirt and was pondering alone. Recently, he had seen Jia Huan meet in private. There were guests in the study outside, so it was not suitable to talk about things.

Seeing Jia Huan come in, Jia Zheng pondered and asked, "Now the student case is over. Have you stopped following me to Tongzhengsi for the past few days?"

Jia Zheng heard from his uncle Wang Ziteng that the three tabloids that shone brightly in the student case were created by Grand Secretary He and Zhang Anbo. He knew very well that the memorials in the tabloids must have been taken out by Jia Huan.

As the right Senator of the Tongzheng Department of the fifth rank, he also wrote a letter to demand severe punishment for the Imperial College Supervisor. Of course, his memorial was just one of the hundreds of memorials at that time and had no influence.

Jia Huan's mood has recovered most of his mind at this moment, and his mind is clear. When he hears Jia Zheng's questions, he knows what Mr. Zheng is thinking. Mr. Zheng wants to be motivated and asks him to help counselors and not to break up bridges. But the right Senate of Tongzheng is a idle position! Moreover, Mr. Zheng's level is only suitable for idle position.

Jia Huan said: "Father, the General Secretary is indispensable to the court, but he has no real power. His father is just like when he is in the Ministry of Works. He drinks when he should drink, and talks when he should. With the family background of my Jia family, no one asks his father to help with the business. After one or two years and if he has a suitable position, his son will plan for his father."

The next step in Jia Zheng's career is to wait until Jia Yuanchun chose Fengzao Palace this year. The emperor appointed him to be promoted to the position of academic affairs in other provinces. This is a position of the fourth rank. He can help Jia Zheng to plan a better province at that time.

Jia Huan said it a bit straightforward, meaning that Jia Zheng should do whatever he should do. Don’t be in charge of the business, don’t bother. After the time comes, he will help plan.

Jia Zheng was a little embarrassed. He was despised by this concubine. He couldn't help but say angrily: "What are you talking about? Eat the king's fortune and loyalty to the king. Am I a person who is a corpse and a simple meal?"

Jia Huan was speechless. Who are you not?

Jia Zheng said dissatisfiedly: "What are your plans for the next period of time? Follow your Left Deputy Censor's teacher?"

Zhang Anbo successfully escaped from the storm, which was a reward for his contribution. He was sure that Jia Huan made great contributions this time. However, the king and the king of heaven and earth, and the "kind" were ranked before the "teacher". He was a little dissatisfied with Jia Huan's behavior of not caring about his father, but instead being an aide for the teacher.

Jia Huan said: "The status of the mountain captain is becoming more and more stable, and I don't need to be advised. When the case of the prison student case is handled, I plan to study at home behind closed doors." I added in my mind and made money by the way.

However, he scolded Yuan Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple as a dog in the tabloid newspaper, and went back to work with Yuan Shaoqing. This was a bit of a risk. He didn't know whether Yuan Shaoqing knew that he was the one who did the tabloid.

Jia Zheng's face looked a little better, and he waved helplessly: "You go."

…

Emperor Yongzhi issued an instruction. On May 11, the Military Affairs Office transferred the approved memorial to the Three Laws Department. The case of Imperial College Supervisors began to be closed. By the way, the teachers and students detained in the Ministry of Justice of Shoushan Academy also closed the case one after another.

In the afternoon of the same day, 50 students were released by the supervisory school, and 30 scholars from Shoushan Academy were released. The news that only 6 people led by the Imperial College and 10 people led by Shoushan Academy were punished quickly and spread to all parts of the capital. Then it was spread to the world through the mansion report.

In the west of the inner city of the capital, in Xianyifang and Zheng Guojiu’s mansion, Zheng Guojiu was talking to a middle-aged man in the side hall.

The middle-aged man said: "My uncle, now the supervisor is about to release it, and the shops will be out of business. So..." The middle-aged man's voice became smaller and smaller.

Zheng Guojiu nodded, and a cruel expression flashed across his face.

…

A carriage slowly stopped on the North Street of Rongguofu. A handsome man with a national face got off the carriage.

After making a cup of tea, Jia Huan came out of Wangyueju's backyard and went to the front hall to entertain Shangguan Chang of the same year.

The early summer sun falls in the courtyard, with a hint of heat.

After a few greetings, Jia Huan smiled and said, "Zi Xu, why did you come today?"

Shangguan Chang smiled slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and said, "Ziyu has not participated in the literary meeting of the president during this period. So I don't know the news. I came to inform Ziyu specifically. Master Fang is going to return to Jinling in two days. We disciples will prepare gifts to Master Fang. Xu Dongya, the top scholar in the current science, is also back. You will notify Wenyue and Changwen."

In the tenth year of Yongzhi, Jie Yuan of the Northern Zhili Township Examination was 36 years old. To everyone's surprise, he won the Huiyuan and the top scorer in the spring exam in February of the 11th year of Yongzhi. The market was quickly favored.

Master Fang is Fang Wang, the literary leader of the world. Jia Huan was the examiner of the juren. Jia Huan and Shangguan Chang were all disciples of Fang Wang in the same year.

Jia Huan nodded and said curiously: "Shi Fang was originally the Minister of Rites of the South - the Minister of Rites of Beijing. Is there no idea to serve as the Minister of Rites this time?"

For the great masters of the literary world, being an official in his life to become a minister of the Ministry of Rites is the highest point in his life.

Shangguan Chang laughed, "Ziyu should go to Fang Shi's mansion to ask about Fang Shi. Because Fang's emphasis on Ziyu should have an answer." Fang Shi's attention to Jia Huan is known to everyone in the world. He has recommended Jia Huan's poems several times.

Jia Huan smiled and shook his head, thought about it, and asked, "I want to ask Zixu for advice. I don't know what gift is more suitable to give to Master Fang?"

Shangguan Chang smiled and said, "Of course, Ziyu's fine poetry is the best. Haha. The court's court has been in Jinling for a long time and likes calligraphy and painting."

Jia Huan understood and laughed. After chatting for a while, he politely sent Shangguan Chang to the door.

It was around 10:30 in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly. Jia Huan had a glimpse of the matter of rescuing Luo Shulang. (To be continued.)

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