The courtyard is not big, but it is extremely elegant. A few slender bamboos are swaying by the wall. There are several purple water lilies in a small pond. The orchids beside the pond are just blooming, and the faint fragrance floats all over the courtyard with the wind.

Cheng Xiang stood at the gate of the yard, stunned for a time. How long has it been since he came to the yard? Since his son became the No.1 scholar at the age of 16, he has become extremely stable and proper in dealing with people. He seems to have never worried about him again. Even if he knows that he is seriously ill this time, he thinks that he can get out without paying attention. He has too many things to consider. The emperor is becoming more and more ridiculous. The Royal faction and the Dong faction are tit for tat, but they are unprecedented in terms of money collection, He has done his best to keep the remaining positions of Qingliu.

When he saw Cheng Jiazhi this morning, he almost didn\'t believe his eyes. He didn\'t see him for half a month. His son had actually become so thin. When he came back and asked, he realized that he had been unable to eat for two days. He was surprised and angry. Although he didn\'t know why he was so angry that he vomited blood that day, he must have something to do with the woman. Who is the sacred woman, Can you let your son with his eyes on his head be so sad?

"Master?" The servant held the tray and gave a careful call, which woke Cheng Xiang up, stamped his feet angrily, and walked into the room.

"Father?" Cheng Jia leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes bland, looking at Cheng Xiang rushing in, and called.

"Are you so promising? Don\'t you want to live for a woman?" Cheng Xiang held his hand high, but when he saw his son\'s pale face without a trace of blood, he couldn\'t lower his hand, and said angrily.

"My son doesn\'t want to live," Cheng Jia smiled faintly and said, "it\'s just that I really can\'t eat it."

"Bring it to me!" Cheng Xiang shouted loudly, took a bowl of stewed aromatic porridge from the tray in the servant\'s hand, put it in front of Cheng Jia, and said, "eat!"

Cheng Jia picked up the porridge and swallowed it very obediently. Seeing the end of a bowl of porridge, Cheng Xiang showed a silk smile on his face and said, "that\'s right. It\'s just a woman. What can\'t you find? I heard that the Fu family\'s daughter is virtuous and beautiful. Lord Fu has always liked you. As a father, I\'ll tell him."

"OK." Cheng Jia put the empty bowl on the tray in the servant\'s hand and nodded with a smile.

Cheng Xiang was even more happy, sighed and said, "Jia\'er, you know, my father is old, and the Qingliu sect will not be handed over to you in the future! I..."

"Hmm..." Cheng Jia, who has been listening to Cheng Xiang with a faint smile, suddenly covered her mouth, then leaned out and spit out.

The porridge that had just been eaten vomited out intact without saying, with a trace of black blood. Looking at Cheng Jia, who was still vomiting, Cheng Xiang\'s face turned white.

"It\'s all right," as if he was several years old, Cheng Xiang trembled and stood up, walked slowly to the door, and sighed, "you can do whatever you want, but you can\'t marry home!"

Looking at his father\'s back, which seemed to wither all of a sudden, Cheng Jia slowly sat up, with a wry smile on the corners of his mouth, which made the blood more bright and dazzling.

Do what you want? Cheng Jia, figure out what you want? In fact, you already know, don\'t you?

"Book case, prepare sedan chair."

The door of the Dingguo mansion was still closed. Cheng Jia stood under the steps holding the book case, looking at the painting case and patting the door. A few pieces of paper money blew from the other end of the street with the wind, which stunned him. Then he remembered that tomorrow was the Zhongyuan Festival.

"Please tell madam that our childe really has something important to see!" The painting case clamped its feet in the crack of the door, for the guard road that wanted to close the door at the sight of them.

"Our wife is in filial piety and cannot see outsiders." The guard said coldly, and then prepared to close the door forcibly.

"Please tell the seventh master that Cheng can find a way to get the accounts of the Ministry of war." Cheng Jia took two steps forward and whispered.

The guard\'s face changed slightly, said you wait, and closed the door.

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"Childe, have a rest?" Looking at Cheng Jia\'s pale face with worry, the bookcase advised.

Cheng Jia shook his head, just looking at the gate, his eyes seemed to have passed through the layers of doors to the innermost.

The door opened with a squeak. Yan Qi looked at Cheng Jia with his arms in his arms, and then said, "come in alone."

Patting the hand of the bookcase with a worried face and taking a deep breath, Cheng Jia followed Yan Qi into the door.

Ling Qingyu didn\'t expect that in just half a month, Cheng Jia was so thin that it\'s not too much to describe it as being in a state of poverty. Stunned, she stood up and called, "go and call Alan."

After walking so many ways, Cheng Jia had reached the limit, held the soft couch and sat down by himself. Then he casually picked up the tea bowl on the table and drank water. Fang looked up and said, "Jia wants to talk to you alone, is it feasible?"

Ling Qingyu\'s face was slightly heavy. Looking at him in silence, Cheng Jia was not worried, but sipped the cold tea in the tea bowl a little bit.

"Yan Qi."

Yan Qi nodded and waved gently. The servant girls next to the waterside pavilion retreated, and then he and Ying Jiu also retreated.

"With your current strength, even with the help of heishuiguan, you can\'t win the world, but if you let the internal strife in the Zhou Dynasty first, when each faction\'s forces are lost, and then start to swallow up gradually, it\'s possible. Just, how can you be sure that those people will get into trouble? But it doesn\'t matter, if they don\'t get into trouble, you will naturally find a way to get them into trouble. The 30 million yuan of this war, in addition to the money taken from the people, Most of them still came from those big families. Although Wang Xiang\'s proposal saved their interests and suppressed their dissatisfaction, if people know that the 30million yuan is actually a profit for one family, then don\'t say that Dong Xiang will think about it, and other families will also be dissatisfied. " After looking at Ling Qingyu, who was slowly sitting opposite, with a heavy face, Cheng Jia laughed and said, "since when did you want to check the Zhao family\'s military expenditure?"

"On the Chinese Valentine\'s day, I heard Zhao Yinfeng\'s generals chatting, saying that they didn\'t get any money, and their expenses couldn\'t compare with those of the forbidden army. But I calculated the accounts of Heishui pass, and I know the general amortization of military expenses. If they didn\'t get the money, where did 30 million Guan go? How do you know I\'m checking military expenses?"

"Jia also has some channels of her own. Since she knows Yan Qi and they are from the Red Mansion, it\'s not difficult to find out." Cheng Jia looked up at the direction Xia Yanqi was standing, and said with a smile, "as long as you know what kind of guests the girls in xiatianxiang building like to receive recently, and then ask what romantic topics those guests and girls talk about, it\'s not difficult to know."

Yan Qi snorted low. At that moment just now, he was murderous. Did anyone below leak the news? Ling Qingyu is right. This boy is really too smart.

"You have the financial resources, Yan Qi\'s intelligence network, and the military strength of Heishui pass, but these are not enough. If you really want to cause trouble, Yan Qi\'s intelligence network is too thin, and the financial resources without force protection are not worth mentioning. As for the military strength of Heishui pass, they are too far away, and once they show their heads, they may be attacked jointly. Even if they are strong, they can\'t beat the combination of Zhao family and the forbidden army. So you can only provoke them to fight inside first and ask The question is, how do you fight? You need someone in the court, and I am the most suitable! Let\'s make a deal, I\'ll help you, to provoke their disputes, let their ambitions expand and take risks, I\'ll come forward. As a reward... "

Although she kept her face calm, Ling Qingyu was already screaming in her heart. Should she be so smart! When I heard the last few sentences, my face was really a little strained. I stared at him in surprise for a few seconds, and then pretended to be calm and picked up the tea bowl, trying to think about how to answer this sentence by drinking water.

"I want to be your man." Cheng Jiarong\'s color is light, his smile is gentle, and his voice is extremely soft.

Poof! Ling Qingyu spit out a mouthful of water.

Gracefully and calmly, he took out his handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the water stains on his face. Cheng Jia said, "this is the most beneficial for you. You bear so many people\'s lives. You can only succeed but not fail. If you have one more, you will have a little more security. Well, Jianjia courtyard is too far away. I want the Qi\'ao courtyard next to you."

"Why?" After coughing twice, Ling Qingyu asked with silk embarrassedly, "why?"

Cheng Jia\'s body was somewhat unable to support and fell down on the soft couch, but he still maintained an elegant demeanor, with a lazy smile, and said, "I\'ve thought about what you said for a long time. If I don\'t help you, you will not succeed. What you said is right. If you want this country to really get better, you can\'t do without completely destroying it. In that case, Jia will help you."

Ling Qingyu looked at him for a long time and said, "what does that have to do with being my man?"

Cheng Jia\'s body slowly curled up, and his voice was weak, as if it could not be heard. "Linglong dice, an Hongdou, lovesickness in the bone, I don\'t know..."