Jia Cong was planning to leave matters in the capital to his fifth uncle and sneak back to the south. Suddenly, news came that the King of Jin was dead. Feng Ziying went to the Hanlin Academy to ask Jia Cong to go to Prince Yan's Mansion. When he got there,

Look, there are not many people, they are all confidants. Situ Pan then ordered Feng Ziying to explain the matter personally.

The King of Jin died of rabies. A few days ago, he suddenly got up and went hunting. He shot a deer, and he was in the right mood. A native dog came out of nowhere, jumped up with a "woof" sound, and bit him accurately.

The dog was beaten to death immediately. The injury of King Jin seemed very minor, but he was infected with madness.

Chen Ruijin had already reminded Jia Cong that Princess Jian'an wanted to vent her anger on her behalf and kill the King of Jin. Jia Cong had also guessed many ways, but he never thought that she was using biological weapons. He couldn't help but shuddered: The emperor's daughter still wanted to kill the king.

There were really two brushes. Situ Pan accidentally saw them and asked, "What is Jia Cong thinking about?"

Jia Cong said, "This thing looks like it was done by Jin people." Situ Pan raised his eyebrows. Jia Cong said, "The King of Jin is a villain, and his mind is not on governing the country. After he dies, maybe the prince will be able to surpass him."

After all, killing him would do no good to other countries. Besides, he didn't offend anyone directly, and he didn't have any enemies. Looking back, after his death, not only would the position of King of Jin be vacated, but many other positions would also be vacated.

.There is an emperor and a courtier."

Situ Pan looked at Feng Ziying, and Feng Ziying said: "That native dog was raised by a hunter. When the hunter heard that his dog bit King Jin, he jumped off a cliff and committed suicide on the spot. If it was not an accident, he must have been a dead man; and King Jin must be around him

He has internal support."

Jia Cong interjected from the side: "Have you found the body of Orion?"

Feng Ziying thought for a while: "It seems that I didn't find it."

Jia Cong said: "Niu Jicheng's ex-wife was a weak woman. She fell from the mountain and happened to fall on a tree and survived. Are hunters familiar with the mountains? There are also people who happen to jump from trees. It is now spring and summer,

The more trees there are, the easier it is to survive. If there are accomplices down there to help you, you will be alive."

An aide below said: "We in the State of Yan do not need to investigate this matter."

Jia Cong said: "It's none of our business. I just think this idea is very novel. No one has ever thought of it. It's not easy to train a dog that specially bites Prince Jin's wrist."

Situ Pan glanced at him: "Someone has used this trick before."

"ah?"

Feng Ziying said: "When the Supreme Emperor was in power, the eldest son was bitten by a dog raised by an old eunuch and died of illness."

Jia Cong blinked and asked in a low voice: "Isn't the King Lu at the head the eldest son of the Supreme Emperor?"

Feng Ziying said: "No. There is another person in front of him who is four years older than him. He is the daughter of a concubine."

Jia Cong rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Eighty percent it was Concubine Hui who did it." King Xianlu and King Chen were only three years apart, and the eldest son was four years older than King Lu.

He was still a little kid and had no chance of becoming a prince. King Lu was the son of the queen, so he didn’t have to kill the son of his concubine. He sighed, "Women are really powerful." After a while, he added, "Then this matter

We really don’t need to check.”

Feng Ziying asked: "Why?"

"At first I was suspicious of a professional killer who used such an ingenious assassination method, and I wondered if I should be careful. After all, professional killers recognize money but not people." Jia Cong said, "Since the women in the palace have used it, I have heard of it.

Anyone who is doing something can just follow the example, so there is no need to bother."

An old man next to Situ Pan raised his head: "Why would Mr. Jia suspect that he is a professional killer? Shouldn't a professional killer be a swordsman or a master of hidden weapons?"

Jia Cong asked curiously: "Do you always have any misunderstandings about the profession of killer? Only those who can kill the target quietly and escape safely to take away the money are called professional killers. Those swordsmen and swordsmen are all dead soldiers, and it is difficult to raise them.

Not only is it difficult and expensive, but if you fail to protect them, they will be killed or captured alive by the guards. The most powerful killers never kill people themselves, but only try to trick people into committing suicide."

Feng Ziying frowned and said, "Which commentary did you get this argument from?"

"Wesley's series of commentaries, I forgot which one."

Feng Ziying flicked his forehead: "Nonsense." Jia Cong was unconvinced and pursed his lips.

The old man thought, "This makes sense. Killers are those who kill people in various ways and get away with money. After all, there are only a few people who can afford to die." Jia Cong blinked and looked at him curiously.

Immediately, the eyes look at the nose, and the nose looks at the heart.

Situ Pan coughed: "That's all. What do you think this matter has to do with the Yan State?"

The next aide said: "Jin is a powerful force outside China and has little influence on our country. It only depends on how the new king succeeds to the throne."

Another said: "The King of Jin has used Han Qi, the eldest son of Jinxiang Bofu, in recent years, but Han Qi's father is still in the capital, which shows that their family has a good impression of the Yan Kingdom."

Situ Pan looked at Feng Ziying: "You had a close relationship with Han Qi in the early years. What do you think of this person?"

Feng Ziying smiled slightly: "You are a hero." Jia Cong covered his mouth and burst out laughing. Situ Pan also smiled after hearing this. Everyone saw him laughing and they all laughed too. Feng Ziying took a sip of tea and said again, "He

He is also highly trusted by the Crown Prince of Jin."

Situ Pan nodded: "If there are any weddings and funerals in the Jinxiang uncle's house, it doesn't hurt if you go and walk around more." Feng Ziying responded with clasped fists. Everyone then discussed the various exchanges between Jin and Yan. Jia Cong was a pure theoretical person and listened honestly.

With.

After everyone finished discussing the matter, the old man who was talking to Jia Cong asked him where he bought the "Wesley Series of Commentaries". Jia Cong said: "It was published by our bookstore. If you like it, I will give you a set later."

.”

The old man said: "That's fine. You just give it to Feng Ziying." Jia Cong said "hmm", cupped his hands and walked away with the others. He didn't even expect that because of his "professional killer" gossip, he actually

This made Situ Pan less concerned about the escaped Liu family.

Less than half a month after Liu Mingyi found out about his death, Shi Qiusheng came to Lixiangyuan and told Jia Cong: "Old Pan is not in good spirits and is in a trance."

Jia Cong twitched the corner of his mouth: "So quickly, it's probably Liu Si who hooked up with Mr. Qi, and he saw the traces. You're so worried about his ideas, it's best to divert his thoughts elsewhere."

Shi Qiusheng smiled bitterly and said: "Where else can I go? Lao Pan is a hard-working man."

"The only unsolvable thing in the world is unrequited love." Jia Congnai went out to invite Wang Fu and said, "Music is omnipotent. Can you play some music to ease his mood?"

Wang Fu shook his head and said: "Treating the symptoms but not the root cause."

"It's okay to treat the symptoms." Jia Cong said, "Let him cry and he will die."

Wang Fu thought for a while: "It's not difficult to make him cry. That's fine, I'll give it a try."

Shi Qiusheng said hurriedly: "Sorry to bother you," and then led him to the Freemasons.

Wang Fu didn't come back until the middle of the night. When Jia Cong and others asked what happened, he sighed: "I just cried. It was useless to just drag me and say that I gave her my whole heart."

Jia Cong shrugged and said: "If you don't love her, you don't love her. It's useless to give her your life. How about counting on Mingyi."

Wang Fuchou said: "Then the Qi family hooked up with Liu Si, wouldn't Mingyi be allowed to return it?"

Jia Cong said: "Since Mingyi is their biological child, she must be returned sooner or later. The child only needs to understand in her heart who lost her and who saved her. Can't we still change her birth? It's okay for Pan Xigui to stop thinking about it.

It is better to focus on your career and organize a trade union as soon as possible."

Wang Fu asked: "I heard that Mr. Shi and others also mentioned the trade union. What does the trade union do?" Jia Cong then told him everything. After hearing this, Wang Fu thought for a long time and said, "Surely the government won't care about it?"

Jia Cong said: "It's not illegal, why should the government take care of it?"

Wang Fu thought about it, and then said: "Since the third master brought me out of the palace, I have nothing to do. I just eat and repair bonsai all day long. I think Pan Xigui and the others are very short of manpower, so why not go over and help

Help them."

Jia Cong clapped his hands: "That's great! Qiu Sheng and the others are young and don't know much about the world. With your Laodang Dinghai Shenzhen, it will be much safer."

Wang Fu sighed: "Give Pan Xigui more things to do, and it will save him trouble." Jia Cong nodded repeatedly.

The next day, he personally sent Wang Fu to the Freemasonry. Shi Qiusheng and Jin Yuanyang knew Wang Fu's origins, and they both said, "With you, our Freemasonry will be like a treasure!" Wang Fu said hurriedly.

Made some polite remarks.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "I have a lot of ditties, which I just compiled a few days ago. Don't dislike it. They are catchy ditties that are easy to remember and learn. Most of the Freemasons have never read anything.

The simpler it is, the easier it is to remember." Then he took out a large stack of music scores from his arms. Jia Cong could not write the music scores of this era. He sang these, and Chen Ruijin helped him write them down. They are all familiar to later generations.

Jia Cong changed the lyrics of the revolutionary song. "If you think about changing it, change it. There is only one thing, and it is easy to learn."

Wang Fu picked it up, took a look at it, nodded and said: "The music is good. The lyrics... are very simple and simple." Jia Cong chuckled and thought to himself: These are all classics, even bad ones will not be passed down!

This old man Wang Fu is quite charming. Ever since he joined the Freemasonry, Pan Xigui has been working with him every day as if he has a backbone. Gradually, he comes home later and later, and sometimes he even stays in the Freemasonry instead of going back.

Now. New people are gradually joining the Freemasonry, and he often teaches others. With admirers, he feels much better.

When Liu Er returned to Beijing, he said that he had arranged for the former King of Chu and the Xiao family, and helped Zhonghua Book Company sign a contract with the couple, and also brought some poems and manuscripts; it was a pity that he did not have the girl who became his wife.

Jia Cong refused to do such a shameful thing. Jia Cong took a look and found that both of them were talented people. There was no need to polish them, so he ordered them to be printed directly.

This is not yet over. The second girl of the Zeng family in Lu State also made up a pseudonym "Xinzhen Taoist" and compiled and published her many years of poetry and articles. This woman's literary talent is not inferior to that of Lingnan Miaoyu, and anyone with a discerning eye will know it at a glance.

It was written by a woman. Jia Cong played a trick and deliberately asked the book seller to say some ambiguous words, misleading the book buyers into thinking that this "believer in Taoism" was the pseudonym of the concubine of the former King of Chu. Plus the former Chu.

Wang and Xiao, the poetry albums of Chu Triangle are placed side by side, and even the covers are in the same series. The cover of King Chu is printed with ink bamboo, Xiao is orchid, and Taoist Taoist Xinzhen is peony. The font

Ah, the background color, the clouds floating above the flowers and trees are all exactly the same. Then I asked people to go to the market restaurant to spread some gossip, which aroused the flames of gossip. It was amazing. The sales of these three volumes went crazy as soon as they came out, and the printing factory

Worked overtime overnight to print.

Even Situ Pan said: "Jia Cong really knows how to make money."

Feng Ziying smiled and said: "He is the only one. How dare others go to the former King of Chu for manuscripts?"

Situ Pan shook his head: "They are all crooked talents."

Just when Zhonghua Bookstore was the most eye-catching and busiest, something happened. There was an old worker named Wang Fu. Because he had just arrived, he was old and his hands and feet were not smooth. He could not finish his work and rushed to work day and night. That day suddenly

He fell down and never got up again. His family was afraid of the power of the Rongguo Mansion and did not dare to sue the officials, so they buried him quietly with tears in his eyes. Unexpectedly, on the seventh day of the old Wang's first year, a printing worker leader named Shi started a fight and started a fight with him.

The shopkeeper of the printing shop made a fuss and demanded compensation from the bookstore, so the shopkeeper kicked him out. The man wanted to go to work the next day, but the manager of the printing shop told him with a grim smile: "The shopkeeper said that you don't have to come from yesterday."
To be continued...