"Because someone counted him!" Murong Xue smiled shallowly. When Murong passed away, Murong Ye was only four years old. The little one was weak and could not withstand a blow. Murong Jian's ambition was completely unpredictable. Die Murongye, be your own.
Leaving the capital and going to Jingzhou would be abandonment of the rank, which is not in line with the greedy character of Du's mother and son. Therefore, Murongjian certainly did not voluntarily leave Beijing, but was forced to leave.
Xie Chengxiang smiled, and the little girl was really smart, and guessed right: "It was me and Cheng Guogong who did some tricks to adjust Murong Jian away."
"Thank you, Prime Minister!" Murong Xue's eyes were gloomy. Xie Chengxiang, Cheng Guogong and Murong Yue were the best friends, saying that the two of them transferred Murong Jian together, and she completely believed.
Without Prime Minister Xie Cheng and Cheng Guogong's good deeds, Zhen Guohou House has long been the world of Du's mother and son. She can't live until now, but Murong Ye must have died long ago.
Xie Chengxiang smiled gently: "No need to say thanks, we are also entrusted by your grandfather."
"Maternal grandfather?" Murong Xue was stunned. In the memory of the original owner, the maternal grandmother passed away early, and the maternal grandfather's health was not good. She had been suffering from illness. After her mother's death, her grandfather passed away, but a general uncle was guarding the border. The wife and children are there, and the family rarely returns to Beijing.
Now the Shen Mansion is a large empty house. There is only the old man in charge of the yard, and a few maidservants, grandma, there is no master at all.
"Your maternal grandfather is An Guogong, he has great martial arts, and he uses troops like a god. At that time, he was called the god of war by the world. When the enemies heard his prestige, they would be scared to retreat ..."
Xie Chengxiang recalled the events of that time with a smile on his lips, and he kept talking: "In fact, Cheng Guogong and your father are all disciples of your maternal grandfather. Our martial arts are taught by him ..."
"Your father's mysterious and undisputed method of using troops is also thanks to the teaching of your grandfather. The prime minister and Cheng Guogong are not interested in fighting soldiers, so they are civil officials in the dynasty ... There are also kings of Xiaoyao and Laojing. I have also been directed by your grandfather ... "
Murong Xue's eyes sparkled: It turned out that she had such a great maternal grandfather, Tao Liman, and the students she taught were all rare people in the world. Unfortunately, he passed away too early ...
"Xue'er, Murongjian is going back to Beijing!" Xie Chengxiang's soft voice suddenly became solemn, and Murongxue suddenly recovered and raised his eyebrows gently: It turned out that Xie Chengxiang asked her to tell her about it.
Officials who have been released from the capital can make transfers to the capital and make money in three years or more after six years.
Murong Jian was left in Jingzhou for ten years, and he must be very anxious in his heart. He will definitely use all the available relationships and contacts to get him back.
His term of office has long passed, as long as his political performance is not a big mistake, it will not be a problem to be transferred back to Beijing.
"Come back, come back!" She and Murong Ye have grown up. They are no longer the pair of dragons and phoenixes who had no resistance at that time and could only let him squash. Now they are not afraid of him: "Xie Prime Minister knows, who transferred Murong Jian back to Beijing? "
Xie Chengxiang shook his head and his eyes were deep: "The order was issued by the local government. The local government knocked on the side, and the local people just used words like 'Murongjian's term has expired, they should be transferred back to Beijing', and they refused to reveal the truth ... … "
Murong Xue sneered. Murong Jian's term was long over. If the official was really a public official, he would be transferred back long ago. How can they wait until now, they are so tight-lipped, showing that the people behind the scene are high-ranking, they Dare not offend ...
Xie Chengxiang, Cheng Guogong does not know the identity of the person behind the scene, so naturally he can't rush to order a piece of paper to fight with that person: "For these years, thank you Mr. Cheng for taking care of me!"
If Prime Minister Xie Cheng and Cheng Guogong were not pressed, Murong Jian would have been transferred back to Beijing. She and Murong Ye would never grow up so safely.
Xie Chengxiang sighed heavily: "I am ashamed that I have failed to protect your brothers and sisters from growing up safely."
"Xie Chengxiang doesn't have to blame himself. You have done a good job. I will deal with things after Murong Jian returns to the house!" Murong Xue smiled slightly, and he was unpredictable: Murong Jian returned to Beijing. It's no big deal, he The mother has left her completely disabled, and she will be afraid of him!
The sun was slanting west, and Murongxue walked out of Yipinxuan, slowly walking along the flat road, and the slim figure drew a long and long shadow in the sunset.
She frowned lightly and pondered her thoughts: Murongjian ’s grandfather was just Shang Shu, his father-in-law was Dali Temple Shaoqing, his son-in-law was Wu Anhou, and these three people were not considered to be of high weight, nor were they enough to deter people who were officials Keep your mouth tight with Prime Minister!
It was not the three of them who transferred Murong Jian back. Who is he?
"Don't get it!" The rapid sound of horseshoes came into his ears, and Murong Xue suddenly looked back, and saw a young man in a blue brocade who ran over on a fast horse. Thirteen or fourteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, beautiful appearance, slightly raised mouth corners, arrogant, arrogant, and brilliant color.
"Driving!" Kuima quickly ran on the road, and pedestrians evaded in the past.
Murong Xue was also preparing to stand back, a little further away from Ma, not wanting, she was already full of pedestrians behind her, and she couldn't back away at all.
The teenager immediately saw the pedestrians avoiding them, only she stood still, a flash of anger flashed across her eyes, and the long whip in her hand threw it toward her mercilessly: "Spark off, don't block the road of the master!"
When the strong wind hit us, Murong Xue's eyes narrowed slightly, reaching for the long whip and waving hard, and the long whip turned back, only listening to the sound of 'snapping', and the long whip hit the teenager heavily. On his chest, he was kicked off the fast horse, "Pun Tong" fell to the ground, raising the sky of smoke!
"Ah!" The scream of the teenager spread through the clouds, resounding through the clouds.
"Young Master!" A middle-aged housekeeper hurried over, carefully lifting the young man, looking at his messy hair and the long mouth drawn on the brocade. The corners of his mouth could not help smoking.
The teenager was furious, pointing at Murong Xue, and said fiercely: "She blocked my way and drove me off the horse. The unreasonable shrew, quickly grabbed her and beat hard!"
The middle-aged housekeeper followed his direction, saw Murong Xue, and suddenly opened his eyes: "You are ... Miss Murong!"
Murong Xue raised an eyebrow: "Do you know me?" In the original owner's memory, there was no such middle-aged man.
"The low-ranking Chai Jin is the steward that Mr. Murongjian took to Jingzhou. The old man was transferred back to Beijing, and the low-ranking staff naturally returned." Chai Jin said with a smile, pointing to the young man: "This is the eldest son of the second master, Your cousin Murong Ji, do you remember? "
Murong Xue looked at Murong Ji with a sneer at the corner of her mouth: she was thinking about the reason Murongjian returned to Beijing. She met his son in a blink of an eye, or met in such a hostile way.