"Too tired! Today I'm talking about who's young man is good, whose little lady is good, it's none of my business!" Ling Qingyu was complaining to Yan Qi unhappily, when she saw Yan Qi's eyes curled up in a smile. Falling, he turned his head back.
Cheng Jia put the manuscript on the desk and said, "Let's take a look."
Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up immediately, she jumped off the bed, picked up the stack of manuscripts, and began to read. Cheng Jia's national policy, she also read it intermittently, and when no one came to disturb her, it was mostly her who dealt with her affairs. Cheng Jia wrote the national policy at the side, but he didn't read it in a complete and unified way. Although it was only intermittent, Cheng Jia kept revising it, but from what he saw, Ling Qingyu knew what a great political and economic compendium it was.
She came from modern times, even in modern times, she was just a businessman, and the political system she knew was just the tip of the iceberg, not to mention the political and economic system in this ancient farming society, she had ideas and ideas that were a thousand years ahead of the present. vision, but it does not mean that her things can be applied to the present, and Cheng Jia's whole set of national policies is a gradual reform carried out completely on the existing basis, taking care of the survival of the existing system and the common people The degree of acceptance has been maximized, and reforms and changes have been made to the maximum. After **** is when everything starts again, the resistance of the aristocratic family can be minimized. The implementation of this plan can be achieved in decades with the least cost of social unrest. Finally, let this continent enter a new economic model.
"Cheng Jia! You are a genius!" Ling Qingyu couldn't help sighing as he flipped through the places he was interested in and didn't think through.
Standing behind her, Cheng Jia watched her marvel while flipping through the pages, occasionally pondering, occasionally puzzled and then thinking, stroking the long hair at the back of her head with his hands, slowly feeling reluctance.
But no matter how reluctant, I have to do it.
"This is all my hard work, you have to take good care of it." Cheng Jia's voice was deep and gentle, but it surprised Ling Qingyu, and he turned around and said, "Why am I keeping it?"
"I wrote it for you, so of course you keep it. If one is missing, I will ask you to settle the score." Cheng Jia frowned and smiled like a fox.
"Ah! Thirteen!" Ling Qingyu yelled out his head, and when Ying Shisan came in, he pushed the stack of papers and said, "Hurry up and write a copy, don't lose it!"
Ying Shisan looked at the tall stack of manuscripts, turned around silently, then grabbed the desk that was about to leave, and dragged it directly into the study.
Ling Qingyu looked at the book case full of displeasure and laughed softly, but when he turned around, he saw Cheng Jia covering his mouth and coughing softly, and unconsciously said: "Since I have finished writing, I just need to rest for a few days. Tell the kitchen to stew well every day, and I will watch you eat every day in the past few days."
Cheng Jia bent his eyebrows and smiled slightly, said hello, and then said: "All the valuables at home have started to be sent away, and the calligraphy and paintings I gave you can also be packed?"
"En." Ling Qingyu nodded. She didn't bring too many things with her to Bianjing, but after a year, there are still a lot of things accumulated here. When Han Bian delivered the goods to the north, she had already taken a batch, including many calligraphy and paintings of Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi. It's just that a batch has accumulated now.
**** Brilliant, beautiful flowers and full moon.
In the middle of May, Mrs. Dingguo's wife, Mrs. Ling, was in poor health and planned to live in Zhuangzi outside, but she was politely persuaded to go back at the gate of the city.
At the same time, great changes took place in Dangxiang Xingzhou. The Empress Dowager Liang imprisoned the young emperor, killed the minister Zhang Liqingsi, and cleaned up the iron kite. Internal strife broke out among various ethnic groups in the Dangxiang, and wars ignited along the Hexi Corridor.
At the end of May, there was an emerald green lotus leaf on Dinghu Lake in Dingguo Gong's mansion, and the small lotus came out with sharp corners again.
Cheng Jia hurried to the Guanguan Courtyard, saw a figure inside the waterside pavilion on the way, turned directly into the waterside pavilion, entered the door and said: "Qingyu, pack your things and get ready to go."
Ling Qingyu was enjoying a freshly plucked lotus in his hand, and raised his head when he heard the sound and asked, "What happened?"
"The emperor summoned my father the day before yesterday to prepare a Zen seat for the fourth prince." Cheng Jia took a deep breath, sat next to her, took a sip from the tea bowl on the table, and said, "Although the two of them were just discussing in secret, there is no one in the world. An impenetrable wall, the First Prince and the Second Prince will not let this happen." It's just that there is still room for manoeuvre in the establishment of the crown prince, but if he directly takes the throne, it means that the overall situation is settled, and Emperor Xiwen himself is annoyed by those slanderers from all over the world. After he died, he simply came up with this idea, gave up the throne, and played with those molesters every day.
"Master!" With a soft call, Ye Po hurried in, holding a badge and a letter in his hand, seeing Ling Qingyu nodding, he placed the letter and the badge on the table.
Looking at the waist card engraved with the word "Feng", Ling Qingyu picked up the letter and opened it. There was only one word in the letter, let's go.
"Yan Qi, have the people on Han Bian's side almost left?" Ling Qingyu asked after putting down his badge.
"Well, Bai Wei and those four maids can go back to Hangzhou by boat today, and the guards in the mansion will leave in batches." Yan Qi read the letter and said.
"Well, the mask left by Alan is useful this time, Cheng Jia, you use going out for fun as an excuse, let's meet at Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing."
"Don't wait for me." Seeing Ling Qingyu turning her head in surprise, Cheng Jia smiled and said, "I can't leave, my father is still here, how can my son go alone?"
"But, didn't you say that you and your father have different paths?" Ling Qingyu said with surprise, his eyes widened.
"There are two ways, but it's not easy to leave at this time. Don't worry, I'll go to Heishuiguan to find you after I've settled my family affairs." Cheng Jia patted her hand reassuringly and smiled. Fan Zheng took the post of magistrate of Taiyuan, and has already brought Cheng Yuqin to take up the post. The family's concubine, his father has also sent someone to his hometown to find Daru to educate him personally. As long as she is safe, he has no one to worry about.
This month is so blissful, that's enough.
Suspiciously glanced at Cheng Jia, seeing that his expression was sincere, Ling Qingyu didn't say any more, it was no more embarrassing than her identity, Cheng Jia's identity was indeed easier to go, Cheng Xiang is now cunning and cunning, supporting the matter of the Fourth Prince It's all Qingliu's other people who are in the front line, even if the second prince and the eldest prince make trouble, they won't attack him immediately.
Thinking of this, Ling Qingyu turned his head and said, "Yan Qi, send Bai Wei and the others away immediately, and we will leave the city in the evening."
"Okay." Yan Qi got up in response, and took Ying Jiu Ye Po to go out. Although the preparations had been made long ago, there were still many orders to be given.
When the water pavilion was clear, Cheng Jia hugged Ling Qingyu into his arms, found her lips and kissed her.
He has a faint scholarly fragrance on his body, and the meat he has managed to raise these days keeps his chest from getting flustered, and that kiss, lingering like the elegant and scholarly fragrance on his body, penetrated into her heart little by little. .
"You take the book case and go together, that child will be an envoy in the future," the thin kiss shifted, and while taking off her court clothes, Cheng Jia whispered: "I want someone to explore the way first, and see the officials in Luoyang." Is the road already blocked? If it is blocked, go south immediately and go down from Tangzhou. When Bianjing is in chaos, the Dong family's stronghold Beijing Northwest Road and the Wang family's backstage Huainan Road will raise troops. It is more dangerous there. When you arrive in Guangzhou Finally, first look at the situation, don't come forward lightly, let alone take risks lightly, wait for the few of them to spend almost all of their time inside, and then start to send troops in the name of being ordered by the heavens to help the people of the world."
"Cheng Jia?" Ling Qingyu felt uneasy, and he was right, but why did he mention it at this time? She lowered her head and pointed at his hand that started to untie her belt, and said, "What are you doing?"
"Just in case, if I don't meet you in time, you have to remember it yourself."
"No, I mean it's in broad daylight!"
"I do not mind."
"I don't mind! Hmm..."
The night was slightly dark, and there was still a ray of orange-red light in the sky, which dyed the sunset glow as brightly as fire.
Huaan quietly walked into the waterside pavilion, with his hands hanging by his side, he heard Cheng Jia ask: "Go out safely?" Then he replied: "Yes, the head of the family pretends to be a rough envoy, and the seventh master pretends to be a disfigured mother-in-law. *, and the accompanying group of twenty people have all left the city safely."
Cheng Jia nodded, caressed the bitten place on his lips unconsciously, looked at the gradually dimming light in the sky, and sighed softly in his heart, has it finally started
"Painting case, piano case and chess case, are you ready?"
"Yes, everything is ready."
"it is good."
The farm that Han Bian bought is more than 30 miles southwestern of Bianjing, where the hills are rolling, the forest is deep and the trees are dense, the villa is far away from the official road, and the location is very secluded.
There were 800 guards in the mansion, and 20 guards who had already arranged marriages with those maids escorted Bai Wei and the others to Hangzhou. More than a hundred people arrived, and after Yan Qi and others who were exploring the way ahead also returned, Fang took a green-covered carriage and prepared to cross the Yellow River and head north.
The Qingpeng trolley was just pulled by a horse, walking leisurely on the official road. Some of Wang Zuo's personal guards had already gone to the ferry, and some of them pretended to be farmers and walked on the official road in a leisurely manner.
Near dusk, the peasants who came back from Bianjing City walked in twos and threes on the official road, whispering about the latest news they just heard.
Hearing Cheng Jia's name came out loudly several times among the farmers, Ling Qingyu's uneasiness emerged again. He knocked on the wall of the carriage to stop the carriage, then poked his head out of the carriage and asked, "Is this uncle , You just said that Mr. Cheng Jia is the son of Cheng Jia who is the most talented man in Bianjing?"
The farmer was in high spirits when he heard someone ask, but he didn't turn his head and said: "It's not Mr. Cheng Jia, not to mention that he has the best literary talent, he is so courageous! The scholar said, Cheng Jia This ten-thousand-word book written by your lord, let’s not mention the brilliant writing, but what is said in it, it is really for the country and the people! It is completely for us ordinary people. You see, I also specially brought Come back with a copy, and I’m going to show it to my son.”
"Uncle Zhong, you can't read, so what's the use of taking it?"
"I don't know how to read, but my son can. He has entered the Ling Family Academy and can read a lot."
"Uncle, can you show me that article?" The gentle female voice sounded from behind again, the farmer turned his head, and saw a green-covered carriage parked behind him, and a woman was leaning out of the carriage with a scar on her face. With an amiable smile, he didn't think much about it, so he handed over the article in his hand, and said in his mouth: "Of course you can read it if you want to. I heard from the scholar that it is best for more people to read this kind of article." , it is not in vain that Master Cheng Jia gave up his life to speak for our people."
Ling Qingyu glanced at the article in a hurry, and froze when he heard what he said, looked up at him and asked, "How do you say that?"
The farmer heaved a long sigh, and saw that the people around him also gathered around him, and said: "Master Cheng Jia read this article directly to the emperor in the early court, and the emperor was furious at that time, and sentenced him to chop the market in half."
cut in half!
Ling Qingyu's mind was at a loss, and she couldn't grasp the paper in her hand. Yan Qi took the paper from her hand, scanned it hastily, and was shocked. Starting from the political order of the Zhengshitang to harm the people in order to collect money, and then the emperor is stupid and only knows how to enjoy, regardless of whether the people live or die. It is said that the most important thing for a ruler is to consider the lives of the people, not for the benefit of the people. Only for the benefit of the king, why be a king? Thousands of words were eloquently written, each word was sharp, and every sentence pierced the emperor's heart. It would be no wonder that the emperor didn't kill him.
"Yan Qi, let's go back." Ling Qingyu whispered.
Returning the article to the old farmer, Yan Qi said to the shadow driving the car, "Go back to the city."
Ying Shisan got off his horse, took a few steps forward, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to rob the prison?"
Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu and nodded, and Ying Shisan got on his horse and rode ahead.
Pushing Ling Qingyu back into the car, Yan Qi said to Wang Zuo who came forward to ask: "You stay outside the city and prepare to meet him."
Wang Zuo nodded and retreated. Talents like Cheng Jia are no less useful to Ling Qingyu than an army. It is indeed a pity that such people die like this.
The faint moonlight shines in through the narrow skylight, casting colorful light and shadows between the gloomy stone walls, and the tiny candles burn on the candlesticks, swaying graceful halos with the occasional wind blowing in.
Standing in the middle of the cell, Cheng Jia looked out at the sky through the window. After this night, at noon tomorrow, it was time for execution.
Cutting in half...I heard that it was painful and it would be very unbearable. Cheng Jia sighed inwardly. It seemed that Emperor Xiwen was really angry. For two days and one night, neither his father nor his friends came, but That's fine, here I am, and I don't know what to say.
At this time, she should be close to the patio closing, right? I don't know if you will be angry when you hear this news? Slowly caressing the warm jade falling on his chest with his hand, a warm smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Jia's mouth. The cut in half was too bloody, so it's better not to let her see it.
"Master Cheng, someone is here to see you." Cheng Jia was taken aback by the jailer's hoarse but sharp voice, then turned around, and saw a man wrapped in a black cloak behind the jailer with a fierce face , raised his eyebrows slightly, unexpectedly, someone came to see him at this time, is it Mei Donghua or Su Wen
With a bang, the jailer untied the heavy chain on the door of the cell, and then whispered: "Don't waste time."
The man responded, although it was only a short sound, but Cheng Jia froze instantly. After the jailer disappeared into the darkness, he grabbed the hand of the man who stepped into the cell and said angrily, "What are you doing back here?" ?”
"Then what are you doing?" The voice of the visitor was also very angry, and he took off his hood, revealing a face with red eye circles and an anxious look.
Do you know how dangerous it is to come back? Swallowing back the words of reproach, Cheng Jia pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly as if he had exhausted all his strength.
"Why do you want to do this?" Ling Qingyu's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. They went out with masks, and they spent some effort to prevent people from recognizing them when they came back. Then Yan Qi used all her connections, and it took her a day and a night to get her into this death row.
Cheng Jia just hugged the person in his arms tightly, kissed the top of her head lightly, speechless.
"Follow me!" Ling Qingyu broke free from his embrace, took his hand, and walked out.
Cheng Jia held her hand without moving, glanced at the figure hidden at the turning, and said in a low voice: "No, Qing Yu, no!"
"Why not?" Ling Qingyu turned her head, her eyes were already filled with tears, and heartbreaking waves flickered in the dim yellow candlelight.
"Qingyu, you know, do you really want to risk all of their lives including your own?" Cheng Jia smiled lightly, the moonlight shining from the skylight was hitting the corners of his eyes and brows, making that smile even worse. As if melting into the light, Ling Qingyu's heart suddenly ached.
"What's more, tomorrow's matter is what I want. If I leave at this time, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?" Holding her hand tightly, Cheng Jia embraced her again, and said in a gentle voice: " Qing Yu, you once said that the world can only be erected again if it is broken first, but if you break it first, you lack righteousness. I would like to fulfill your righteousness with my death. Talented people must be awakened, so that they can be used by you in the future, so that you can justify your actions in the future."
"Qingyu, the path you have chosen is extremely difficult. I can't help you with anything else. I only wish to be your first stepping stone. Your new world will start from the blood of Jiasuo." There were bean-sized teardrops, Cheng Jia smiled slightly.
"Cheng Jia, I would rather not have that new world, and I don't want you to do this, I don't want you to die!" Ling Qingyu sobbed in a low voice, unconsciously clutching the clothes on his chest, and said: "Why do you have to bleed to wake up?" They? Why do you have to die?"
"Hush," Cheng Jia put his fingers up on his lips, and said softly with a smile: "Qing Yu, don't deny yourself, you also said that since you have chosen this path, there is absolutely no reason to give up or turn back. You are willing to risk your life and the lives of everyone around you, and you want to change the color of this day. Now that you have made up your mind, you cannot back down."
"Qing Yu, let Jia seek benevolence and get benevolence." Cheng Jia said with a sigh as he lowered his head and kissed the trembling lips.