In October, from the messengers of Beijing to Jinling and then returning north, the winter in Jiangnan is deepening.A fine white snow, cold and cold will cover the vast mountains and rivers, depicting a vast and peaceful picture between heaven and earth.

On the Grand Canal, a beautiful tower boat swam into the picture in the afternoon and arrived at the Dongguandu head in Yangzhou.The passengers of the building ship are the Nanjing department of Shang Shuning Confucian who went to Beijing.There are also concubines, old servants, and long-going.

Shipping is flourishing today.Ships from Lingnan, Quanzhou, Huating and other ports to Tianjin are numerous every day.Not to mention ships to and from Korea, Toray and other places.The thousand-year prosperity of the Grand Canal is gradually disappearing.

Yangzhou Zhifu Shen Changji took several officials from Yangzhou Province and more than a dozen entourage, waiting at the Dongguan Pier.The snow covered dozens of umbrella covers.

In addition to Shen Zhifu, the governor of Huaiyang, who is stationed in Yangzhou, divided the way, and the large and small officials who were stationed in Yangzhou did not come to meet.

At this time, the wind changes!Qitang, who has been in power for more than nine years, was killed by illness, and was the squire as the ruling supplement.Xiao Shi, Yin Peng as a supplement.At this time, Mr. Longjiang entered Beijing because of Tianzi's inquiry into the Jiangnan textile factory accident.Textile factories have had a number of work-related injuries in recent years.The official is not optimistic about his career.

After the tall tower boat arrived at the dock, Shen Changji greeted Mr. Longjiang and went all the way to the post office.

The reception is located in the small building on the east side of the post office.Here you can overlook the beautiful scenery of Yangzhou City East: Jiangcheng.The gardens of Yangzhou salt merchants are famous.The palace outside Yangzhou City is also a beautiful one.The view is pleasant.

During the Yongxing year, the university Shiqichi presided over the reform of the salt law, and changed the salt method of the general commercial system as the salt law.On all the banks of Chuxi, the price of salt is suddenly flat, and the people are thundering for it.The glory of the salt merchants in Yangzhou is gone!

Most of the salt merchants in Yangzhou are emblem merchants.After the change of the salt law, the declining emblem merchants transferred capital to the financial, industrial and chemical industries dominated by Jia Huan in Jiangnan, and were able to retain their vitality.There is no such thing as the end of the time and space of Jia Huanyuan: the family property is copied, the house garden is confiscated, and the family descendants are displaced.

At this time, Yangzhou gardens still maintain the past decent and brilliant, is an example.Of course, Yangzhou is no longer the heart of Jiangnan, and the coat of arms is not involved in issuing banknotes.This is their decline in power.

The snowflakes are flying, covered with fake mountains, stones, and pine forests.The small building is filled with charcoal pots, which is as warm as spring.

The children brought the wine and quietly retreated down the small building.Shen Changji, as a protégé of Mr. Longjiang, accompanied by a few glasses of wine, with hesitation in tone, slowly said: "Teacher here to Beijing teacher ..., when careful of Beijing teacher climate."

Mr. Longjiang was nearly 60 years old, smelled a little smile, licked the yellow wine, said indifferently: "Changji, you have a heart."

Everyone thinks that power is in Chicago.But is it really so?Actually not.The Heart of Power in Jinling: Jia Huan.

A generation of people who are famous because of illness.For a long time, the stable balance of power in the Yongxing Dynasty was broken.The forces of all parties in Beijing are moving, and the tide is surging.However, the church also wants to be over-smooth.Jia Ziyu wanted political stability, and Tianzi wanted peace of mind.He went to Beijing here to take over the book.

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In the winter, clear.The northwest suburb of Chicago, Daming Palace.

Changchun Hall.

The magnificent royal palace, Yongxing Tianzi Ning alone in the house alone.The winter afternoon sun came through the clean glass window and fell on the white jade floor.With a quiet atmosphere in winter.

The eunuchs and the ladies were waiting outside the door.Ning's thoughts drifted away.His mother came to the Great Ming Palace and lived here.

Mr. Qi sent.Calm for nearly nine years of imperial career, this break.The present country is not the same place, from the north to Lake Belga, to the west to Khorasan, the south to the South Sea Islands, and the East to the East.The sea sails, the news brought back, is changing rapidly.

Even though he was emperor for many years, he still did not have enough confidence in how to properly and qualified to deal with the world's affairs.

Therefore, after the political arrangements of Zaifu, the minister and so on were settled, he still went to Mr. Jiangnan to write to Mr. Jiangnan, hoping that he would return to Beijing to help him.

While Ning Wei was meditating, the eunuch director Yuan Qi quietly walked in quietly and whispered, "Long live, the eldest princess has arrived."

There is only one princess of the Yongxing Dynasty: Wu Wang's daughter, the Yongqing Princess Ningtao, who is in charge of the Shaoyuan.She has God’s trust.There are a lot of echoes in the morning.

Ning Yi later came from outside the temple.The two of them stayed at the door of the temple.She was 29 years old, wearing a light white palace, and her posture was slender.Come here, calm and bright.

The city of good.

Ning Yi smiled, "Sister Yi..." make a gesture, avoid Ning Yi's etiquette, and eagerly said, "But Mr.'s reply?"

His and his personal messages never go through official channels.The communication between the emperor and Wang Xiju was leaked.In addition, the words of the Lord’s letter can only be interpreted by her sister.

Ning Yi smiled gently, took Jia Huan's letter from Jinling back from the cuff, and handed it to Ning Ying, "Your Majesty will look first."

“Hmm.”He rejoiced in the faith and read the letter with God’s attention.After half-sounding, it is difficult to hide the color of disappointment.

Letter, Mr. Dunton taught, encouraged him to do his best.Don't be afraid to make mistakes, the important thing is to change, it's too good!

Ning Shun put away the letter and sighed, “Oh!Sister Yi, Mr. is the Master of the altar, love the beauty of Jiangnan, and does not love this northern scenery!”

For six years, the leader of the Great Week's altar, Master Fang, died.The idiom: become.The mantle of the successor of Jia Huan (the master of the Fang Dynasty is the master of the Jia Huanxiang test), the new leader of the national court!Strongly promote mathematics, physics, chemistry and other knowledge in newspapers.

Ning Yi smiled at the gentle smile, "The beauty can't be seen for a while, and the sky has a picture tour."

She also wants to come to Chicago.But now is not really the time.It is not the promise of Jia Huan in front of hundreds of officials, in the Yongxing Dynasty never to enter the line, but the political factor.Now is the time for God’s power!

By this time, by the end of November, various political arrangements had been put in place.This is the end of an era.At the same time, it is also the beginning of a new era.

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At the end of November, Chicago was cold.Lin Shi, a graduate of the sixth phase of the Wutang, has been divided into thousands of jobs and assigned to the Zhengyang Gate, which has been several months in the past.

In the evening, a group of colleagues chatted about the interesting news of the newspaper in the ear room of the city gate: the war between Russia and Osman and France was back.

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During the lunar season, Jinling City is full of festive atmosphere.Spring joints and annual paintings can be seen in the streets.

Zhaoyuan, Jia Huan in front of the window of the study, looked at the back of the study a few poles of bamboo, sighed.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind.Jia Huan woke up from his contemplation and saw that Sister Bao came in and smiled.

Baozhuan wears a syllic water-white cotton jacket, and the forehead is neat.She said softly, “Is the husband still thinking about going to Beijing?”

Jia Huan smiled and shook her head, let her relax, "Sister, I will not go."