Twenty-one years of Yongzhi, Jia Huan killed the Yongji emperor Yongxing Tianzi Ning.Change the year number to forever.The second year is the first year of the eternal.

In the winter of Yongxing, Jia Huan in the stone building of Xiyuan and Ningsao to enjoy the snow and say goodbye.In Dongzhuang Town, Wendao College "reclusive" for three years, carefully for the big brother son Sun Jie Kaimeng.In the spring of the fourth year of Yongxing, the Beijing political situation was balanced and stable, and the children all grew to about three years old, with their wives and concubines, and went to Jinling in the south.

In this world, his figure and name seem to disappear in Jiangnan's beautiful, hazy smoke and rain.

As he himself said, a few years of leisure.As the saying goes: carrying the tactid to travel, holding the moon and ending!

Time hastily passed.

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Chicago, the outer city.From the east straight door about six or seven miles of Xinfeng Street, the flow of people is dense.Two miles of streets, high-rise buildings, all kinds of shops gathered.The restaurant (book raw food house), tea house, theater, rice line, silver number, pharmacy, iron shop, porcelain, silk, book shop, fruit shop, coal shop, north and south goods and so on.Nothing.

Here is Beijing except: chessboard street, Chongmenwai, light city, outside the city of the fifth bustling place.

In the evening, a carriage from Beijing's most famous theater: Manting Fang came out.Jia Li sat in the carriage and looked at the bustling street market, slightly thinking.

Shinfeng Street is like a cornucopia.This is all Jiafu’s industry.

Over the years, the days of ordinary people have become better.The price of rice was maintained eight years ago, and the price of Yongzhi in twenty-one years: ten yuan a stone.In a city like Xinfeng Street, there are still several places in Beijing.Behind them are the powerful.

All sorts of arguments on the street came to the ears.He closed his eyes and leaned on the soft bed of the carriage.After the carriage, Xing Er, Zhao Er and other longs followed the horse.

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At sunset, the door of the Rongguo House is still the same, and the guests come and go.After all, the father is one of the generalists of the nine.Of course, with Jia Huan's return for three years, nearly five years in the south, Jiafu's exchanges are no longer the top officials, mostly the world's sons.

Jia Li entered the house from the eastern corner gate.The five or six little people at the second door said hello, "The second master is back."

“Hmm.”Jacqueline nodded her head.Step into the flower gate.He was a blue shirt, forty-two years old, and still a handsome rich man.All the way through the hall, to the front room of Jiafu East Road.After the death of his mother, he moved to the east road of Jiafu West.

Wang Xifeng and the peaceful children all spoke in the house, and Feng Er waited for the maids and the maids and the servants with Jia Bo and the second sister.

Wang Xifeng was thirty-eight years old, white-haired, green-stained cloak, white-haired dress.The face is painted with light makeup, still beautiful.Dan Feng's eyes, willow-leaf hanging eyebrows.The peaks stand tall.However, the beauty of the "beautiful three spring peaches" could not stop the passage of years, and the corners of the eyes had wrinkles.

When he saw Jia Luo coming in, Wang Xifeng got up and said hello with his son, his son, his second sister and the maid, and then ordered to cook.The girls are busy.

Feng sister put her arms around her son Jia Bo and asked, “What does Xue Da fool say about the outside?”My aunt is still crying in front of her wife."

She still helps Mrs. Wang manage the internal affairs of Jiafu.The relationship with Jia Li, all at this age, gradually flat and dull, less quarreling.Of course, the pressure is still pressing Jia Li.

Jia Lian rich and noble son, very well maintained, handsome and handsome, sitting in a chair, drinking tea, casually asked the second sister.He loves this daughter.He replied, “Oh, what else?Apologize for the money.The nerd doesn’t know that yet at this age.

It’s not as good as it used to be.Newspapers are about anything now.The second master helped to smooth it out.If the Ring Brothers were in Beijing, he was only afraid of getting rid of the skin again."

His eldest daughter is married.Marrying the king’s son.The second sister is out of the flat.

The second son Jia Bo was born to the phoenix sister.Sister Feng is a small post-natal, and then get a son, spoiled can not.Mother is defeated.At the age of 12, he was still studying in erology.Yu’s second sister, his eldest son, Jia Miao, has been reading at the school.

The second master is Zhen Baoyu, the brother of the current queen.In Yongxing for three years, Kechang Lianjie, Gaobei Zhili Township tried the seventh place, and the temple tried the tenth place.Choose Hanlinji.Now Yongxing for eight years, the official Hanlin lecture, the day speaker, the South study walk.It is a hot power person.

Zhen Baoyu and Lango are a group of soldiers.Lango is now working at the temple.

Wang Xifeng heard this and couldn’t help but cover his mouth and smile, “Oh, brothers ringed if they were in Beijing, where would Mr. Xue go and beat people?”How many people help deal with things?It's just an injury."

August autumn is the time to see the cinnamon flowers.Xue's wife, Xia Jingui, has monopolized the Beijing flower market for many years.The flowers of the palace are all summer dishes.However, in early August, a reporter broke out that the summer family was well.

Beijingy red, do it immediately.Kyoto is in a state of incense.Summer business has plummeted.After drinking, Xue did not know who had listened to the instigation, and broke the reporter of the newspaper to a few bones.And the twilight.

The Lord loves his reputation and wants to deal with it according to the law.And the son of Zhudao's sister-in-law, Jialan, can't do enough of this.I didn’t expect the second man to come forward.

Jacqueline shook her head.That’s the character of the phoenix.Hold her, only ring brother!

Brothers in Jiangnan, happy to think.I don’t know when I’ll be back in Chicago.

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Eight years, at the end of August.Late autumn.The yellow leaves.

Yongxing Tianzi Ning, with a bodyguard and a guard of honor, returned to the palace from the Beijing camp in Beijing.He had just finished his sixth commencement ceremony.After returning to the palace, in the partial hall of the Qianqing Palace, I received my uncle Zhou Wu Min.

Qing Ningbo Zhou Woo said that for the birth of the Queen Mother (Chou Guifei), "the Ministry of Internal Affairs is ready."At that time, the emperor will be able to follow the East Tomb of the city.”

He nodded his head gently, slightly wandering.

The weak young man of the day was already a twenty-eight-year-old man with a beard.More than eight years of imperial career, although his temperament is still weak, but he has become calm and steady.There are many people who praise the “goodness” of the king.

Chongningbo Zhou Wumin reminded: “The Emperor...”

Ning Yi returned to God, smiled apologetically, and said, “After sacrificing the mother, the uncle is fully responsible.”I am thinking of Mr. Qi's illness.”

At the end of August, the university who had been in charge for nearly nine years, fell ill in bed and had the disease of vomiting.After the diagnosis of the doctor, it was believed that the 63-year-old Qi University needs to be rested.I asked for a letter yesterday.

Such a major political change annoys him.This has broken the power pattern that Mr. has arranged for him.

How good it would be if he were still in Chicago!However, Mr. Yongxing since Yongxing four years in the spring south to Jinling, has been more than four years.He often sent messengers to Jiangnan to ask questions, and every year, three or two birthdays, he sent people to send gifts.

It was very relaxing in Jiangnan.I wish my husband would come back and help him.