Chapter 420

"Too tired! Today, I'm talking about whose young man is good and whose little woman is good. It's none of my business!" Ling Qingyu is complaining with Yan Qi angrily. Seeing Yan Qi's eyes curling up with laughter, she turns her head back.

Cheng Jia put the manuscript on the book case and said, "come and have a look."

Ling Qingyu's eyes suddenly lit up, jumped down from the bed, picked up the stack of manuscripts and looked up. Cheng Jia's national policy, she also looked intermittently. When no one bothered her on weekdays, it was mostly she who handled her affairs. Cheng Jia wrote the national policy aside, but, in the end, there was no complete and unified reading. Although it was only intermittently, Cheng Jia had been revising it, but what she saw, Lingqingyu knew what a great political and economic outline it was.

She came from modern times, and even in modern times, she is just a businessman. The political system she knows is completely the tip of the iceberg, not to mention the political and economic system in this ancient farming society. She has ideas and vision that are a thousand years advanced than now, but it does not mean that her East and West 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, It not only takes care of the survival of the existing system and the acceptance of the people, but also maximizes the reform and change. After the turmoil, it is the time for everything to start anew. The resistance of the aristocratic family can be reduced to the minimum. The implementation of this plan can enable the continent to enter a new economic model with the minimum cost of social unrest in a few decades.

"Cheng Jia! You are a genius!" After browsing through several places that he was interested in and didn't think through, Ling Qingyu couldn't help sighing.

Cheng Jia stood behind her, looking at her as she flipped and exclaimed, occasionally meditating, occasionally puzzled and then thinking, stroking her long hair behind her head, her heart slowly floated out.

But if you don't give up, you have to do it.

"This is all my hard work. You should be better kept." Cheng Jia's voice was low and gentle, but it surprised Ling Qingyu and turned around and said, "why am I keeping it?"

"What I wrote to you is naturally yours. If there is one missing, I will settle with you." Cheng Jiamei's eyes are crooked and she smiles like a fox.

"Ah! Thirteen!" Ling Qingyu looked out and shouted. When Ying shisan came in, he pushed the stack of paper and said, "hurry to transcribe it. Don't lose it!"

Ying Shishi looked at the stack of manuscripts, silently turned around, then grabbed the book case that was about to leave and dragged it directly into the study.

Ling Qingyu looked at the book case with an unhappy face and laughed loudly. Looking back, he saw Cheng Jiazheng covering his mouth and coughing softly. He said, "now that you've finished writing, you'll have a good rest for a few days. I've asked the kitchen to stew the medicinal diet prescription left by Alan every day. These days, I'll watch you eat it every day."

Cheng Jia curved her eyebrows and smiled, saying hello, and then said, "all the valuable things at home are starting to be sent away. How about packing the calligraphy and paintings I gave you?"

"Well." Ling Qingyu nodded. She didn't bring too many things to Bianjing, but over the past year, a lot of things have accumulated here. When Han Liang delivered goods to the north, he had taken a batch, including many calligraphy and paintings of Cheng Jia and Wang xuanzhi, but now he has accumulated another batch.

The spring is bright and the flowers are full.

In mid May, Ling Shi, the wife of the Duke of Ding, was in poor health and was ready to live outside Zhuangzi. She was gently persuaded back at the gate of the city.

In the same period, great changes took place in Dangxiang Xingzhou. Empress dowager Liang imprisoned the young emperor, killed the minister Zhang Qingsi, and cleaned the iron kites. Internal strife broke out among all ethnic groups in Dangxiang, and flames of war broke out along the Hexi corridor.

At the end of May, there were green lotus leaves on the Dinghu Lake in the Dingguo mansion, and the lotus sprouted sharp corners again.

Cheng Jia hurried to the guanguanyuan. Seeing the figure in the waterside pavilion on the way, he directly turned into the waterside pavilion and entered the door with a shortcut: "Qingyu, pack up your things and get ready to go."

Ling Qingyu was enjoying a fresh tender lotus in his hand. Hearing the sound, he looked up and asked, "what's the matter?"

"The emperor summoned my father the day before yesterday and prepared to give the throne to the fourth prince." Cheng Jia took a deep breath, sat next to her, took a drink from the tea bowl on the table, and said, "although they are only discussing secretly, there is no airtight wall in the world, and the second prince will not let this happen." It's just that there is room for the prince to maneuver, but the direct Zen position, that is, the overall situation has been decided. Emperor Xiwen was bored to death by those local turmoil, so he simply decided to give up the throne and play with those * * every day.

"Master!" With a soft call, Yelu hurried in with a waist token and a letter in his hand. Seeing Ling Qingyu nodding, he placed the letter and waist token on the table.

After looking at the waist token engraved with the word Feng, Ling Qingyu picked up the letter and opened it. There was only one word in the letter, go.

"Yan Qi, are the people over there in Han Liang almost gone?" Put down your waist token, Ling Qingyu asked.

"Well, Bai Wei and the four servant girls can go back to Hangzhou by boat today, and the pro guards in the mansion will leave in batches." Yan Qi looked at the letter and said.

"Well, the mask left by Alan is good this time. Cheng Jia, you can use the excuse of going out to play, and let's meet at Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing."

"Don't wait for me," seeing Ling Qingyu's surprised look back, Cheng Jia laughed, "I can't go. My father is still there. How can my son go alone?"

"But didn't you say that you and your father are two ways?" Ling Qingyu stared wide and said in surprise.

"There are two ways, but it's always bad to leave at this time. Don't worry, I'll go to heishuiguan to find you after I deal with my family's affairs." Cheng Jia patted her hand placidly and said with a smile. Fan Zheng took the post of governor of Taiyuan and took Cheng Yuqin to take office. His brother and father had also sent someone to his hometown to find the great Confucian to educate him personally. As long as she was safe, he would have no one to worry about.

It's enough to have such a happy month.

Glancing at Cheng Jia suspiciously, seeing that his expression was sincere, Ling Qingyu stopped saying that her identity was no more embarrassing than hers. Cheng Jia's identity was indeed easier to leave. Cheng Xiang was now cunning. The matter of supporting the fourth prince was the work of other people in Qingliu. Even if the second prince and the eldest prince had an accident, he would not immediately fight against him.

Thinking about this, Ling Qingyu turned his head and said, "Yan Qi, send Bai Wei and them away immediately, and we will leave the city in the evening."

"OK." Yan Qi answered and got up, took Ying jiuyelu and walked out. Although the preparation was already done, there were still many orders to be issued.

When the waterside pavilion was empty, Cheng Jia held Ling Qingyu in his arms, found her lips and kissed her.

He had a faint scholarly fragrance on his body. Some of the meat he had not easily raised these days made the chest not flustered, and the kiss, like the elegant scholarly fragrance on his body, penetrated into her heart a little.

"You take the book case and go together, and the child will be able to use it in the future," the delicate kiss moved the place, taking off his court dress, Cheng Jia whispered: "Important people go to explore the way first to see if the official roads in Luoyang have been blocked. If they are blocked, they will immediately go south and go down from tangzhou. When Bianjing is in chaos, the Dong family's headquarters, Beijing northwest road, and the Wang family's backstage Huainan road will start fighting. It's more dangerous there. After you arrive in Guangzhou, look at the situation first, don't come forward easily, let alone get involved easily. When they are almost exhausted in it, they can be ordered to help the world People are the number, and start sending troops. "

"Cheng Jia?" Ling Qingyu felt uneasy. What he said was naturally right, but why did he mention it at this time? And! Pointing down at his hand that began to untie her dress belt, he said, "what are you doing?"

"Just in case, if I don't have time to meet you, you should remember."

"No, I mean in broad daylight!"

"I don't mind."

"I mind! Um..."

The night was slightly dark, and there was a ray of orange light on the horizon, which dyed the sunset glow as bright as fire.

The painting quietly entered the waterside pavilion, with his hands hanging beside him. Hearing Cheng Jia ask, "are you safe to go out?" Then he replied, "yes, the head of the family dressed as a rough envoy, the seventh master dressed as a disfigured prostitute, and the accompanying Party of 20 people have all left the city safely."

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Cheng Jia nodded, and unconsciously touched the bitten place on his lips. Looking at the fading light in the sky, he sighed softly in his heart, and finally began?

"Is everything ready for the painting case, the piano case, and the chess case?"

"Yes, it's all ready."

"OK."

The villa purchased by Han Liang is more than 30 miles away from the southwest suburb of Bianjing. Here, the hills are undulating, the forests are deep and the trees are dense, the villa is far away from the official roads, and the location is very hidden. The mountain streams and fields have a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

In the mansion, 800 personal guards and 20 personal guards who have made a marriage with those servant girls escorted Bai Wei to Hangzhou, and the rest were to be sent out in several batches. Ling Qingyu waited in the villa for a day. When Wang Zuo arrived with more than 100 people, and Yan Qi and others who explored the way in front also came back, Fang took a green covered carriage and prepared to cross the Yellow River to the north.

The Qingpeng car was just pulled by a horse and walked leisurely on the official road. Some of the guards led by Wang Zuo had gone to the ferry first, and some dressed as farmers also walked leisurely on the official road.

Approaching dusk, farmers who came back from Bianjing City walked in twos and threes on the official road, whispering about the latest news they had just heard.

Hearing Cheng Jia's name come out loud several times in those farmers, Ling Qingyu's uneasiness came out again, knocked on the wall of the car, stopped the car, and then looked out of the car and asked, "uncle, you just said that Cheng Jia's adult was Bianjing Ling Qingyu, who looked at the article in a hurry with one eye and ten lines. Hearing him say it, he immediately froze, looked up at him and asked," how do you say that? "

The farmer sighed and saw that the people around him also gathered around him and said, "Lord Cheng Jia read this article directly to the emperor in the morning. At that time, the emperor was very angry and sentenced the adult to be beheaded in the Japanese food market."

Cut your waist!

Ling Qingyu's mind was at a loss. She couldn't grasp the paper in her hand. Yan Qi took the paper from her hand and swept it in a hurry. She was also shocked. This article scolded the emperor of the political affairs hall bloody, starting from the rules and decrees of the political affairs hall that harm the people for the purpose of collecting money. Then the emperor was ignorant and only knew to enjoy it. No matter whether the people live or die, the most important thing for a king is to consider the lives of the people, not for the benefit of the people, Only for the benefit of the king, why for the king? It's strange that the Emperor didn't kill him when he stabbed the emperor's heart with thousands of words, sharp words and sentences.

"Yan Qi, let's go back." Ling Qingyu whispered.

Returning the article to the old farmer, Yan Qi said to Ying Jiu, "go back to the city."

Shadow thirteen dismounted, stepped forward a few steps, and asked in a low voice, "do you want to rob the prison?"

Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu and nodded. Ying shisan got on his horse and rode ahead.

Press Ling Qingyu back into the car. Yan Qi said to Wang Zuo who came forward and asked, "stay outside the city and prepare to meet."

Wang Zuo nodded and retreated. Talents like Cheng Jia played no less than an army for Ling Qingyu. It was a pity that such people died like this.

The faint moonlight shines in from the narrow skylight, and the colorful light and shadow are transmitted between the gloomy stone walls. The small candle is burning on the candlestick, shaking the graceful halo with the occasional wind.

Standing in the middle of the cell, Cheng Jia looked at the sky outside through the window that day. After this night, at noon tomorrow, it was the time of execution.

The waist cut... Hearing that it was painful and would look terrible, Cheng Jia sighed in his heart. It seemed that emperor Xiwen was really angry. For two days and one night, neither his father nor his friends came, but it was good. When he came, he didn't know what to say.

At this time, she should be close to tianjingguan, right? I wonder if I will be angry when I hear this news? His hand slowly stroked the warm jade falling on his chest, and Cheng Jia's mouth was filled with a warm smile. The waist cut was too bloody, so it was better not to let her see it.

"Lord Cheng, someone came to see you." Cheng Jia was stunned by the prison guard's hoarse but sharp voice. Then he turned around and saw a man wrapped in a black cloak behind the prison guard with a ferocious face. His eyebrows were slightly raised. Unexpectedly, someone came to see him at this time. Was it Mei Donghua or Su Wen?

With a clatter, the jailer untied the heavy chain at the door of the cell, and then whispered, "don't waste time."

The man answered, although it was only a short sound, but it made Cheng Jiadun freeze. After the jailer disappeared in the dark, he grabbed the man's hand and angrily said, "what are you doing back?"

"Then what are you doing?" The voice of the visitor was also very angry. He took off his hood and showed a face with red eyes and anxiety.

Do you know how dangerous it is to come back? The words of blame swallowed back, and Cheng Jia pulled her over and held her in her arms, as if she had used all her strength to hold her tightly.

"Why do you do this?" Ling Qingyu's voice seemed to squeeze out of his throat. They went out with masks on, and they also spent some time in order not to be recognized when they came back. Then Yan Qi used all her relationships and spent a day and a night before she was put into this death prison.

Cheng Jia just hugged the person in her arms tightly and kissed her head gently, speechless.

"Come with me!" Ling Qingyu broke away from his arms, took his hand, and walked out.

Cheng Jia held her hand and didn't move. She looked at the figure invisible at the corner and whispered, "no, Qingyu, no!"

"Why not?" Ling Qingyu turned back, his eyes were full of tears, flashing heartbreaking waves in the yellow candle.

"Qingyu, you know, do you really want to risk all their lives, including your own?" Cheng Jia smiled calmly. The moonlight under the skylight was hitting the corner of his eyes and eyebrows, making the smile seem to melt into the light, and Ling Qingyu's heart hurt fiercely.

"Besides, tomorrow is what I want. If I leave at this time, all my previous efforts will be wasted?" Holding her hand tightly, Cheng Jia hugged her again, The gentle voice slowly said, "Qingyu, you once said that the world can only stand up again if you break it first, but if you break it first, it is lack of righteousness. I am willing to achieve your righteousness with my death. When I die, those really talented people in the student Qingliu will inevitably wake up, so that they can be used by you in the future, so that you can get things right in the future."

"Qingyu, the road you chose is extremely difficult. I can't help you in other ways. I wish to be your first stepping stone. Your new world will start from Jiasuo's blood." His fingers brushed away the bean sized tears, and Cheng Jia smiled.

"Cheng Jia, I'd rather not have that new world. I don't want you to do this. I don't want you to die!" Ling Qingyu sobbed in a low voice. He grabbed his clothes on his chest and said, "why do you have to bleed to wake them up? Why do you have to die?"

"Shhh," Cheng Jia pointed up at his mouth with a slight smile and said softly, "Qingyu, don't deny yourself. You also said that since you chose this road, there is no reason to give up and turn back. You are willing to fight for the lives of you and everyone around you, and you should also make this day change color. Since you have made up your mind, you can't step back."

"Qingyu, let Jia beg for mercy." He lowered his head and kissed the trembling lips. Cheng Jia sighed softly.