After wandering around in the carriage for most of the day, Shen Ning didn't know how many times she had dozed off, but she inevitably suffered from insomnia at night.
What to do? She could only pick up her pen and think about The Return of the Condor Heroes.
Wen Peilan, who was accompanying them, took a short nap and found that their wives had already written almost seven pages, so she hurriedly tried to breathe more lightly.
She likes The Legend of the Condor Heroes; every character in it seems to come alive.
Master Wen, who had traveled all over the country, knew how powerful some of the strange and eccentric people in the world were.
Fortunately, my wife promoted the word "hero" in the book.
As the saying goes, 'The greatest heroes serve their country and their people'.
Although it may not please some people, the word "chivalrous" alone is enough to make those people retreat in front of my wife.
Wen Peilan yawned softly, turned over in her quilt, and fell into a deep sleep again.
Shen Ning's pen was still moving until the sky began to pale and she could hear noises outside. Then she rubbed her arms which had already become sore.
Ahhh, writing a book is so hard.
Why couldn't she just live a good life as a housewife and chose to write a book?
Both The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Return of the Condor Heroes have been remade countless times. Perhaps the plot is already in my mind, but why is it still so difficult to write? Shen Ning looked haggard.
Jia Zhen and Rong Ge'er, who came to pay their respects early in the morning, saw that she had only eaten a bowl of green-stem rice porridge, and they couldn't help feeling worried.
My father (grandfather) passed away, and my mother (grandmother) almost died with him at the beginning, but she was generally fine afterwards. Why is she...
Are you afraid of the final separation? Although it is still a long way from the capital to Jinling, every day shortens the distance to the final separation.
Isn't this cruel to the mother (grandmother)?
It's a rare moment of sync between father and son.
"Brother Rong, take your grandmother's carriage today and talk to her more."
“Hey~”
How could Rong Ge'er not respond? "No need!"
Shen Ning, who was going downstairs to get in the car, happened to hear, "With Peilan accompanying you, just do your own thing."
She has four maids in the east, south, west and north.
"Have you offered incense to the master? It's time to set off."
“I’ve already been there.”
Jia Zhen never dared to be careless about the fragrance of the morning and evening.
"Then let's go!"
The weather is still cold and the waterways are blocked, so they have to go all the way from Baoding Prefecture to Handan, Kaifeng, Xuzhou, etc.
Getting on and off the bus like this every day, Shen Ning was wondering whether she should adjust her daily routine.
Staying in an inn at night, doing some boxing, or writing is always better than staying awake until dawn.
The caravan set off again, but they didn't know yet that a few hundred miles away from Beijing, several fast horses were rushing towards the capital.
Wu Xincong, the steward of Jia Wen, the second aunt of Rongguo Mansion, who came from Shenyang, covered his head and face and followed at the end of the team.
He doesn't even know what he does.
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have checked so carefully.
Unfortunately, the hardest thing to buy in the world is the medicine for regret.
It's no use for him to regret it now.
This second aunt...
Alas~ Wu Xincong is now extremely worried that he will be silenced after returning.
But if he doesn't go back with him, he may not see the sun tomorrow.
As the horse galloped, Jia Wen, who also had his head and face covered, looked back at him.
Her father is Jia Daishan, Duke Rong.
When the news of her death was reported to the capital, it was because she fought to the death.
Now that she is back, Jia Wen doesn’t know what her future will be like, but she knows that if her identity is really exposed, the future of all the daughters in the Jia family may be ruined.
But not back...
Her three children would also be in danger.
"hurry up!"
The man turned around and glanced at Jia Wen, the threat in his eyes visible to the naked eye.
Jia Wen's heart trembled, and he whipped the horse's butt hard, "Gee~"
The chestnut horse ran away quickly.
But no matter how fast she ran, she and Wu Xincong were always in the middle of the team of seven.
The capital was approaching, and Jia Wen's heart was becoming more and more tormented.
Over the years, she deliberately forgot about the capital and her former identity.
But when the Rakshasas came, she, the daughter of a great noble, was remembered.
She really doesn't want to be remembered.
In this world, it’s hard to live, and it’s not that easy to die... either.
Seven fast horses raised dust all the way along the road until they stopped at the last post station near the capital.
"What good wine and food do you have? Hurry and serve them to the table."
When Wu Xincong was glanced at by the leading man, he hurriedly shouted for wine and food.
"Here I come."
The post station belonged to the imperial court. Although it mainly received imperial officials, it never prohibited outside business. After all, this was extra income.
"Sir, please sit down. The food and drinks will be served soon."
Although the table was wiped very clean, the waiter wiped it again, put down the hot water from the stove, and poured a cup for each of them.
"What's on the menu today?"
"Freshly slaughtered sheep."
The waiter smiled and said, "How about stewing mutton with carrots, two plates of salty food, and stir-fried cabbage?"
“Very good!”
Wu Xincong received the signal and touched two taels of silver with a distressed look, "Little Second Brother, ask if there is anything new in the capital recently?"
"Yes, yes."
There is silver to be collected.
The second brother was very happy. "Everyone came from the north, you should know that the Luosha people have reached Heihe, right? I heard that the Jin people asked for help from Dazhao."
Everyone loves to hear this news.
"Oh?" The leading man lowered his head and drank a sip of hot water. "So do you think Dazhao will help or not?"
"That definitely can't help!"
The waiter said as if it was a matter of course, "The Rakshasa people are nothing, and those golden people..."
"Ahem~"
Wu Xincong coughed loudly. "Whether to help or not is not for us ordinary people to discuss. May I ask, little brother, do you know the Jia family in Ning and Rong streets? Has anything happened to them recently?"
"Jia family?"
The waiter looked at them.
"Our master has some relatives with the Jia family."
"Oh, you're late then."
The waiter said with some regret, "A lot of things have happened to the Jia family recently. Jia Jing from Ningguo Mansion was killed by a group of Japanese pirates. Although he was given an official position by the emperor, he is dead!"
"When did this happen?"
Jia Wen was horrified.
"During the twelfth month of last year."
"What official position was granted?"
The man was afraid that Jia Wen would lose her composure, so he grabbed her hand with some force.
Jia Wen quickly lowered her head.
Her eyes have turned red.
Without Brother Jing, who else can support the Jia family? "He was given a second-rank official title."
The waiter heard that Jia Wen was a female relative, so he lowered his voice and said, "I heard that before the New Year, his son who inherited the title was promoted several levels."
There were too many nobles in the capital, and Jia Jing only remembered their names because they were too famous. But when it came to his son's turn, he didn't know them.
"That's... good."
In fact, it was because Jia Zhen was promoted and the Jia family was valued by Emperor Dazhao that he was ordered by his uncle and others to bring Jia Wen here to ask Dazhao for help. "I heard that Jia Lian from Rongguo Mansion is also a doctor in the Armory Department?"
They are in urgent need of a large number of arrows, and it would be even better if Dazhao was willing to provide support with muskets and artillery.
It is said that these things are under the management of the Arsenal.
“Yes, yes!”
Jia Lian was the lowest-ranking official, but he was the one mentioned the most by the officers and soldiers who came and went.
The waiter said, "He is the heir to the Rongguo Mansion."
"The previous Duke Rong had two sons. Jia Lian was from the first wife, and the second wife..."
"I don't know much about that. I just heard that they split up."
Split up the family?
The elder brother who had separated from the family would not care about his half-sister who was not close to him at all, right? Jia Wen lowered her head, suspecting that the Jia family would not recognize her at all.
"Yeah?"
The man who was speaking held Jia Wen's hand all the time, "Is the old lady in their family still alive?"
"Yes, yes."
The waiter hurriedly said, "After hearing that Jia Jing was assassinated, Mrs. Jia went to the palace to cry to the emperor, and then the prince of Jin was unfilial, and the emperor suffered a stroke after being provoked several times."
Therefore, the emperor had a stronger sense of gratitude towards the Jia family.
"……I see!"
The man's eyes sparkled, "Thanks for clearing up my confusion!"
As they were talking, the kitchen had already started serving the food.
"So what do you say, we are late?"
"Didn't Jia Jing from Ningguo Mansion pass away? I heard that the Ningguo Mansion family wanted to carry his coffin back to his hometown."
"……Yeah?"
There was a hint of smile in the man's eyes.
The news they received said that the changes in the Jia family in recent days were closely related to Mrs. Shen, and she was not at home..., that was even better.
"reward!"
As soon as he was happy, he ordered a reward!
This time, Wu Xincong didn't need to give any silver. Instead, his guard threw out a small silver ingot weighing five taels.
The Qing Dynasty has no shortage of money.
Not to mention what they brought back from the looting of the Central Plains, they also made a lot of money from ginseng, pearls, etc. in recent years.
It’s a pity that Lu Caishen, who did the most business with them last year, became conspicuous when he came to Beijing and suddenly went bankrupt. Last winter, they didn’t even sell some of their goods.
This time when he went to Beijing, he firstly asked Dazhao to send troops to help, and secondly, he wanted to open up trade with Dazhao.
"Thank you very much!"
The waiter thanked her profusely and left. Jia Wen felt sad. The men were eating meat and drinking wine with big mouthfuls, but she only picked up some radishes to eat, to show her little gratitude for her deceased elder brother.
Now I just hope that my stepmother will remain the same as before, not be tempted by money and interests, and still look down on her.
…
In the palace, the emperor compared the Manchu letter written by Mr. Liu with the letter for help sent by the post soldiers and signed by the Eighth Prince of the Qing Dynasty.
Different from the horizontal, left-falling, vertical and hook strokes of Chinese characters, which have a very clear structure, Manchu characters are made up of lines, radicals, teeth, dots and circles. They seem to be similar to each other, but in fact, they are absolutely different.
The emperor compared the words word by word.
The more I watch, the more satisfied I am.
"Your Majesty~"
Dong Xiaoquan was getting impatient. "This calligraphy has already been seen by Lord Wu of the Hanlin Academy. The handwriting is definitely similar."
"Well, good job!"
The emperor smiled and said, "You can change his name later, or let him choose another name. As long as it is not Liu Yuan, anything else is fine. Shuntian Prefecture will register him for a new household registration, and the spirit tablets of his family members can also be taken back."
Royal sacrifices are dedicated to the royal bloodline.
His family must have been able to get fewer incense sticks.
"In addition, I will give him two people. This year's Enke... If he wants to play, he can play. If he doesn't want to..., I will grant him another birth."
They chatted until the court session yesterday. The emperor still had dark circles under his eyes. "Tell him that I will give him ten days off to take care of his personal affairs."
"yes!"
Dong Xiaoquan went out satisfied.
Liu Yuan went to Beijing to take the imperial examination that year, but was captured by Prince Jin and taken to Prince Jin's Palace not long after arriving in Beijing, so not many people knew him.
Over the past decade, he has long since transformed from a young scholar into a middle-aged man with a mature temperament.
Even if some of his teachers and classmates from his hometown come to Beijing, they probably wouldn't dare to recognize them now.
Changing the household registration and name is indeed a good idea.
"Then... I'll change my name to Liu Zhi!"
The road we once took has taken a detour.
The road ahead..., he wanted to take a straighter path.
"Okay, let's call him Liu Zhi!"
Dong Xiaoquan was very happy that the emperor was willing to use him.
Jia Jing, who was once in the same class with me, was also very talented. Unfortunately, he did not live to see the time when the emperor could use him.
"This word..."
"Please give me a name, sir!"
Liu Zhi bowed deeply.
He believed Dong Xiaoquan first before he believed the emperor.
The night he was arrested, he really thought about committing suicide.
He had abused the King of Jin and knew what it meant to live a life worse than death.
He was afraid that he would end up like Prince Jin, living a life worse than death.
It was Lord Dong's frankness that dispelled his desire to commit suicide.
"How about calling it...Buyi?"
Dong Xiaoquan didn't want the emperor to doubt him anymore.
Liu Buzhi also hopes to restart his life, because this name can always remind himself not to write what should not be written and to never show off what should not be shown.
"Thank you, sir!"
Liu Zhi's eyes were filled with tears. "Please accept my respect, sir!"
From then on, the words he gave to others could only be mediocre.
The real ability is only used by the emperor.
Liu Buyi knelt down and kowtowed to Dong Xiaoquan respectfully.
"Get up, get up, get up quickly."
Being able to recruit talents for the country is the greatest achievement in life.
Dong Xiaoquan hurriedly pulled him up.
At this moment, Captain Lu knocked on the door hurriedly.
"What is it?"
"grown ups!"
Chief Constable Lu hesitated for a moment, "General Feng Tang's son Feng Ziying reported Captain Qiu and his son Qiu Feng to Shuntian Prefecture."
What? Dong Xiaoquan suddenly had a headache.
Feng Tang is considered to be the emperor's man, but he is also considered to be a man of Prince Beijing's Palace.
The Prince of Beijing's Palace is a special one among many nobles.
The old concubine is Taizu's cousin. It is possible to say that the military power of Prince Beijing's Mansion is in the hands of Prince Beijing, or it can be said that it is in the hands of the royal family.
That Commander Qiu...
"Because of what?"
"It's because of the storytelling rights of a book."
Chief Constable Lu was also very surprised. "Feng Ziying holds the exclusive storytelling authorization letter issued by our Shuntian Prefecture, and the restaurant of Captain Qiu is also telling stories about this book..."
"Then what else?"
With an exclusive authorization letter, why would Captain Qiu get involved? Dong Xiaoquan was calm again, "Let's go and take a look!"
Captain Qiu has become increasingly arrogant in recent years because he has been favored by the Emperor and the Grand Emperor, and his son Qiu Feng has been cutting people off everywhere.
It's time to take care of it.
"By the way, what book are they talking about? Bring it here and have a look."
If it wasn't a good book, the two companies wouldn't be arguing over it.
"It seems to be called The Legend of the Condor Heroes."
Chief Constable Lu said, "A lot of people have bought this book recently."
He had heard of the name a long time ago, but unfortunately he didn't get a number.
"Especially in the military, the news spread like crazy."
"Yeah?"
Dong Xiaoquan smiled and said, "Don't hesitate, I will be back soon."
He strode over to settle the lawsuit between the two families.
At this time, Qiu Feng and Feng Ziying both had bruises on their faces.
"Just wait. When I find Hero Jin, I will not let you go."
When he arrived at Shuntian Prefecture and saw Feng Ziying take out the document, Qiu Feng knew that he would definitely lose.
But he was too unwilling to accept it and vowed to find the hero Jin. (End of this chapter)
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