"Master, Master! Why did you just abandon me and go away, ah."
Jia Zhen was kneeling in front of Jia Jing's body and howling.
Early this morning, a young Taoist priest from Xuanzhen Temple outside the city ran into the Third Mansion to report his funeral, crying, saying that Jia Jingyu, the old patriarch of the Jia family and the former second-class general of Ningguo Mansion, had become immortalized and ascended last night.
When the men of the three mansions thought that it was okay, they mounted their horses and ran towards the outside of the city regardless of whether they had eaten breakfast or not.
"My condolences to you, Brother Zhen. I heard from those little Taoist priests that the last thing Uncle Jing made was to shout, 'Master Taoist, I am here!'. Presumably, Uncle Jing left his mortal body and ascended to the immortal world." Jia Hui sighed. He patted Jia Zhen on the shoulder and comforted her.
Jia Hui only returned to Shendu yesterday afternoon. He went out to have a drink with Jia She and then went home. Who knew that such a big thing would happen the next day.
Looking at this scene and the four remaining pots and furnaces of unknown liquid outside, Jia Hui probably knew what was going on.
Jia Jing really believed that he racked his brains and spent half an hour making up the prescription, and then handed it over to a specialist to make a fake prescription.
To be honest, Jia Hui himself did not expect that Jia Jing would really practice according to that pill recipe. He originally wanted to kill him within half a month by slowly taking the medicine.
"Yes, Brother Zhen, it is a happy event that Brother Jing has ascended to the immortal world. Brother Jing will bless us in heaven." Jia She was also comforting Jia Zhen on the other side.
After howling a few more times, Jia Zhen also stopped from Shanru Liu and wiped away a few scattered tears.
In fact, Jia Zhen was not too sad about Jia Jing's death.
The Jia family has always implemented the education model of their father Yan Zukuan, especially the Ningguo Mansion.
Although Jia Jing did not torture Jia Zhen as much as Jia Zhen did to Jia Rong in the future, they were beaten and scolded. In addition, Jia Zhen herself was unable to support herself. As the first Jinshi since the founding of the Jia family, Jia Jing was even more displeased with Jia Zhen, and the relationship between father and son was very tense.
Jia Zhen, who grew up in this situation, will naturally not be close to Jia Jing.
Jia Zhen even breathed a sigh of relief as if she had received an amnesty when she saw her father die.
In addition, the family’s income can finally have some surplus!
"General, the embroiderer and the imperial doctor from the imperial hospital are here." Outside the door, Hu Jiu asked for instructions from inside the room.
"Bring it in."
In Daqi, when an honorable person dies suddenly or abnormally, no matter whether the family wants to report it to the official or not, they have no choice but to ask the embroiderer to come and check the cause of death to avoid vendetta, love killing, assassination by political enemies, or paid murder. Murder and other shitty things.
It can be regarded as giving the deceased a last chance to seek justice.
And these things must be reported to the emperor.
Although Jia Jing has escaped from the world, in the final analysis he is still a remnant of Prince Li's old tribe and a core confidant. His death cannot be ignored by the royal family.
"The humble post is given to the Taiwei, and the Honorable Marquis greets you! I've seen General Weilie, and I've seen Jia Yuanwailang!" Wu Zuo entered the alchemy room, knelt down, and kowtowed to Jia She, Jia Hui and his son first to say hello. After being excused by the Taiwei, he stood up on one knee and saluted Jia Zhen with his fists clasped, then stood up and said hello to Jia Zheng.
Although this job of embroidering clothes is for a man, he once did it at night, but later he couldn't do it anymore, and he didn't want to waste his autopsy skills, so he turned to the embroidery guard.
Precisely because he worked hard all night, he also had a lot of honors. He was awarded the title of General Wujie at the beginning of the fifth rank. According to his rank, he was higher than Jia Zheng, a member of the fifth rank Yuanwailang. So it is enough to salute Jia She, Jia Hui and Jia Zhen.
"General Jia, I'm offended by my humble position!" After all, he was going to perform an autopsy on his father in front of his son, so he kept his posture low.
"Ah, let's check it, let's check it. Once the test is done, we can lay it to rest." Jia Zhen held her forehead and waved her hand to signal him to hurry up. Then he left the alchemy room with the other men of the Jia family.
Following the order, he quickly called his subordinates behind him to arrange the place and at least put up the curtains to prevent the scene from being too bloody and causing strong discomfort to the family members of the deceased.
Behind every rule is a bloody lesson.
It's like having to hang a curtain.
When the People's Republic of China was founded, the favorite young son of the Niu family who was in charge of the country died of drinking. Xiu Yi followed the rules and sent his uncle to Niu Mansion for an autopsy. The old man felt that he was an old general with a murderous heart and a heart of stone. He was used to seeing this. , and wanted to witness the death of his youngest son with his own eyes, so he did not let the embroidered clothes hang up the curtains.
Xiu Yi also thinks it doesn't matter. After all, he is a hard-hearted old general who is used to life and death.
Then the old man was punched by the heartbroken old general and sent to reincarnation.
Since then, it has become a mandatory rule to hang a curtain during an autopsy. Regardless of whether you are a prince or a king, you are not allowed to see it!
"Brother Jing is gone." Jia Zheng sat on the right side of Jia Zhen and sighed with regret.
"Yes, alas. He used to be such a glorious person. He was a Jinshi from a distinguished family. Who would have thought that he would be like this? Alas." Jia She was also a little sad, thinking of how he and Jia Jinghe became the twins of the Jia family and their future. The endless old days.
"Uncle Jing left so suddenly. What should we do about the funeral?" Jia Hui asked worriedly.
Although Jia Jing has been eating heavy metal pills in the past few years, his physical foundation is here, and he is still strong despite being in trouble for so long. Everyone thinks that Jia Jing can live for a long time, so the clan has not prepared anything for him.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. First, we'll look in Luoyang and the surrounding coffin shops to see if there are any ready-made coffins. If it's not available, then go to my relatives' house and ask. We can exchange them for use. We'll get another set and send it back. , if there is none, then we can only use ready-made materials to rush the work."
Jia Zhen looked into the distance with blank eyes. He, who was in charge of family affairs, quickly thought of a solution.
A few people nodded, and that was all they could do.
Soon, after finding the cause of death, Wu Zuo restored the body to its original state, cleaned the room and walked out of the alchemy room.
"Captain Taiwei, Marquis Rong, and General Jia, the cause of death has been found." Wuzuo said, cupping his hands towards the three of them.
"How did you die?" Jia Zhen asked.
"." Wu Zuo was silent for a moment and took a deep breath.
"I'm dying."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden calm outside the alchemy room.
"Huh?" Jia Zhen looked at Wu Zuo with a strange look on her face.
"How, how did you die?" Jia She dug his ears with his little finger, a little unbelievable.
Tired to death? Isn’t this too promising?
"Back to the Taiwei, Marquis Rong, the old head of your house is indeed dying." The corners of Wuzuo's mouth twitched a few times. The way the old head of the Jia family died was considered legendary in his thirty-year career.
"What happened?" Jia Hui was also very surprised. Shouldn't Jia Jing be poisoned to death by himself?
The imperial doctor, who had been silent all this time, cupped his hands towards Jia Hui and replied.
"Back to Taiwei, according to the prescription provided by the kitchen boy, this medicine will cause hallucinations. The more you drink, the more serious the hallucination will be, and it will also speed up your heartbeat. Well, it means that you will get sick easily if you drink too much. I heard from the boy that last night The old master of your house drank three times the usual amount.
It stands to reason that drinking so much would indeed lead to sudden death, but before the attack could occur, the old master of your house died. "Just when I was about to start the text, I saw the imperial doctor Jia She, Jia Hui and Jia Zhen looking confused and a little impatient, so they quickly changed to some easy-to-understand words.
"What happened if I didn't have time?" Jia She discovered the blind spot.
This is the professional scope of work.
"Back to Ronghou, I just saw that the poisonous water in the several water-training furnaces outside was almost full. I think the poisonous water that the old master moved into the house and drank was about the same amount. I just poured a pot and observed it. Suddenly, I discovered that there was a large amount of metal slag at the bottom of the water. There were about three bowls of metal debris in the bowl, and all of them were swallowed by the old family owner."
Wu Zuo explained to the men of the Jia family, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart.
How did you stuff it in?
"It's okay after eating, but at this time, neither standing nor lying down is suitable. Half-lying is the best choice, but the old master should have crossed his legs to practice again and started practicing some breathing techniques.
At this time, the old patriarch's stomach had reached its limit. As he took a deep breath, the diaphragm under his lungs contracted, squeezing his stomach.
My old master was in pain all of a sudden."
After Wu Zuo finished speaking, he bowed to Jia Hui and left Xuanzhen Temple with the imperial doctor, leaving only the four Jia family members who looked at each other in silence.
. . . . . .
The Jia family is in great disgrace!
The old head of the Ningguo Mansion, Jia Jing, who went to Xuanzhen Monastery outside the city to cultivate immortality, died in such a funny way that it has now become a topic of after-dinner conversation among men, women, and children in the city of God, and it has a tendency to spread to the surrounding areas.
There is no telling that the cause of Jia Jing's death will become a national joke.
Jia Hui also privately approached the commander of the Xiuyi Guard, hoping that he would severely punish the traitor who leaked the secret, but the commander told him with an embarrassed look that the news came from the palace.
The reason was that several young eunuchs who were on duty at Nuan Pavilion heard the report of embroidery clothes to the emperor, and they boasted about it late at night. They happened to be overheard by the chamberlain who was responsible for purchasing supplies, and told it as a joke to them. Listen to your relative’s vegetable vendor
Then it spread like a plague.
The palace was also shocked by this incident, and a large-scale purge was launched immediately. I heard from Chen Si that more than 300 people had been beaten to death with sticks.
There was an explosion in the Rongguo Mansion. The women in the family went crazy and sent people to curb the spread of the truth, but it was of no use. No matter how powerful the Jia family was, they could still beat up all the nobles and humble people in the city. ?
So Jia Mu started to hold Jia She's hand and said that he was unfilial, that he was hard-hearted and did not care about the family's reputation, and asked Jia She to go to the county government's mansion to ask Jia Hui to put down the matter as soon as possible.
Naturally, Jia She patted his chest and agreed, and Jia Mu released him from the Hall of Rongxi.
After leaving Rongxi Hall, Jia She didn't hesitate at all. He took his whole family to the county government's mansion, saying that he wanted to impress Jia Hui with a family affection offensive, and then never came back.
As of today, Jia She and his wife and their three children have lived in the county government mansion for five days.
Jia She and Mrs. Xing finally moved into the main hall and enjoyed the treatment of an old man.
Jia Hui was kicked out and could only wander between his study and the yard of his six wives and concubines.
backyard.
In the bleak air, even the children who used to laugh and laugh no longer had much interest in playing. They were just following the eldest sister-in-law and several eldest brother's concubines to prepare ingredients. Mrs. Xing was beside Aunt Yue and looked at her with envy. Heaving belly.
Beside the small lake, the father and son sat slumped in the rocking chairs and sighed.
"Brother Hui, is there really nothing we can do?" Jia She turned to look at Jia Hui, who was looking calmly at the lake.
"Hey, if you have a mouth on someone else's face, why can't they stop talking?"
Jia Hui said helplessly.
He also made attempts to suppress the heat, such as diverting attention and letting the Zhou family of Jiaofangsi get together with a good wife Qingpi, and the adults of Jiaofangsi discovered this gossip that went straight to the next three roads. Come.
However, everyone is still more interested in the gossip of wealthy families, Mr. Zhou? After all, isn’t he an actor? How could any relative of the Taiwei, the former head of the Ningguo Mansion, die in an explosive way?
Forget it, let's leave it like that, anyway, the county government doesn't rely on reputation to make a living. Moreover, it seems that Ningguo Mansion suffered the greatest loss, right?
"As a result of this, I don't want to miss my birthday in the next fourteen days."
It will be May 15th again soon, and Jia Hui will be twenty years old.
Jia She glanced at Jia Hui.
"You shouldn't have gone through this in the first place. No matter what, Brother Jing is still your uncle in the fifth server. I don't ask you to keep filial piety to him, but you can't have a banquet and have fun with guests within half a month of leaving, right?"
"Whatever." Jia Hui smacked his lips.
"Since Brother Jing has left, then, little prince, have you found anything?" Jia She asked nervously.
"Anyway, it's not in Zhongnan Mountain, but in the Qinling Mountains, but it won't be too deep. Otherwise, it will be too difficult to replenish supplies for at least a few thousand people. I even suspect that they are in places like Yingpan, Xialiang, Zhashui, and Zhen'an. In a small town in the Qinling Mountains." Speaking of the remnants of Prince Li, Jia Hui scratched his neck irritably.
It would be too dangerous to explore the Qinling Mountains if there were a small number of them, and it would be easy to be discovered if there were too many. He didn't want the scouts to die in vain and bury their bones in the Qinling Mountains. The beasts would digest them.
"The next target of exploration is the small towns in the Qinling Mountains. I guess they will control a small town to develop. And isn't there a little prince somewhere? They are loyal and will not treat their master badly, right?" Maybe he will dominate in some town."
"That's good, that's good." Hearing Jia Hui's words, Jia She nodded repeatedly.
Since you have failed and fallen into the mortal world, why don't you accept your fate quickly? Do you have to involve all of us and my last bloodline to death?
You deserve to die!
Thinking of this, Jia She snorted and became angry and sullen.
I don’t know whether I’m angry that I couldn’t follow my young master and died and chose to linger, or I’m angry at these old friends who are unwilling to fail and want to make a comeback.
"Master, brother, dinner is ready!"
In the distance, Jia Lian shouted to his father and elder brother in a drake voice. The father and elder brother quickly got up from the rocking chairs, holding the tea cups in their hands and walked towards the already cleared dining table.
(End of chapter)
