In the ancestral hall——
Jia Heng raised his eyes, looked at Jia Mu attentively, cupped his hands, and responded in silence.
"Brother Rong, bring me the clan registration." Seeing Jia Heng's silence, Mother Jia sighed in her heart and ordered Jia Rong.
When Jia Rong heard this, she held a thin booklet with gold foil and maroon leather in her hand. On the booklet, there was a record of the names of the Jia people. She bowed down and whispered: "Old ancestors."
Jia's mother opened the family book and found a page that had been folded. It recorded the names of Jia Heng's father and ancestors, as well as a genealogy map.
Jia Qiang on the side is holding a gold plate and two brushes dipped in cinnabar ink, placed on the brush washer.
At this time, Jia Mu picked up the brush, glanced at Youshi, and said, "You are the head of the clan's official wife. According to the reasons, you can use paper and pen to write down the reasons for expulsion."
You's jade face was as delicate as frost. After hearing this, she took the brush and said softly: "The old lady is highly virtuous and respected, so it is said that the old lady should write it."
The corners of Jia Mu's mouth moved, but a thought flashed through her heart. Who said she was highly respected just now?
Before she could think about it carefully, Sister Feng Danfeng on the side flashed her eyes and said softly: "Sister-in-law You, since the old lady loves and cares for the younger generation, you can just accept this."
This statement is both thoughtful and beautiful.
You couldn't help but refuse any more. Facing the gazes of Jia Mu, Sister Feng and others, You finally nodded and said seriously on her face as bright as a peach, "Then I will try my best to do it."
With that said, he took the cinnabar brush and pointed it at the genealogy held in Jia Rong's palm.
Although You was born in a small family, he also studied in a boudoir. At this moment, he held the pen on his wrist, and the sleeves of his skirt fell down, revealing a section of frosty wrist. He paused for a moment under the list, facing looks that were either expectant, gloomy, or indifferent, under Jia Heng's name.
Juanjuan wrote a line of small characters on the tip of the pen, "On August 18th, the 14th year of Chongping, Jiaheng of Ningguo got married and established a career, and became independent from the clan. The emperor and heaven learned from him, and his descendants were enlightened."
This scene fell in everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Sister Feng and Li Wan also looked at each other and saw a sense of relief in each other's eyes.
"This matter is finally over." Sister Feng thought to herself.
Looking at the young man standing proudly with a stern face, Li Wan thought of a sentence in his mind, "One is separated from the other, and everyone is happy." Although it was not appropriate for the situation, it was very appropriate.
Mrs. Wang's originally lowered eyes were slightly raised, and she glanced at Jia Heng expressionlessly. She pinched the Buddhist beads in her hand, lowered her eyebrows slightly, and said a Buddha's name in her heart.
As for Jia She, he just sneered and looked at Jia Heng coldly, with a flash of sarcasm in his heart.
Expelled from membership, do you think this is the end of the matter?
Idiot's dream!
Little guy, if he doesn’t have the skin of a Jia clan member, don’t blame him for being cruel!
Jia Heng's cousin, his name seems to be Dong Qian, and he is currently serving in the Five Cities Military and Horse Department, working under Qiu Liang, and that Cai Quan, none of these bastards can even think of running away!
After Youshi finished writing this, he put down his brush, turned his bright eyes, glanced at the young man in green shirt, and sighed quietly.
There was hidden joy in Jia Rong's eyes, and she said softly: "Madam, I still need to use the seal."
You nodded, untied it, took the seal, dipped it in red mud, and stamped the words "Expelled from the Family" after Jia Heng.
Then, Jia Rong looked at the genealogy book, turned to Jia Mu, and said, "Old lady, don't you say anything here."
As the nominal elder of the Jia family, Jia's mother can also write at the end of the book with a cinnabar pen.
Jia Heng looked at this scene coldly and did not speak, nor did he urge him or say anything to stop him.
Jia Mu picked up the writing brush, thought for a while, and wrote two words after Jia Heng's name, which means that the clan status has been eliminated and the unity has been eliminated.
In fact, this is still a bit angry, which means that Jia Heng's lineage has nothing to do with Ningguo Mansion.
Before Jia Rong presented the seal, Jia Mu had the seal, took it from Yuanyang's hand, and stamped it at the end of the book.
And with the witness of Jia's mother, the expulsion of the Jia family came to an end.
Jia Heng smiled softly, looked at Jia Rong, and said, "Brother Rong, what do you need me to write about?"
Jia Rong's face turned bitter, and she wanted to laugh along with him, but in front of the clan members, she couldn't be kind to the "enemy" who sent her father in, and replied stiffly: "That's not necessary."
"Is the expulsion of citizenship finished?" Jia Heng asked again, suddenly remembering something, and said: "Tear that page open and let me take it away."
Jia Rong was surprised and said, "What are you taking away for?"
Isn't the matter of removing one's nationality a matter of recording the family genealogy and recording the origin and end of the family history, and the person who left the country will find his own whereabouts?
What to take away?
Not only Jia Rong was confused, but even Jia Zheng, who thought the matter was over and sighed, raised his head and looked at the young man in green shirt with confusion.
Li Wan and Sister Feng also looked at the young man, wondering what medicine was being sold in the gourd.
Mother Jia looked at Jia Heng with an indifferent expression. Now that she had finished all her duties, she felt a little calmer. After all, her anger had subsided and the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed.
Jia Heng said calmly: "Tear it up and frame it."
Li Wan and Sister Feng: "..."
Jia Mu, Jia She, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Xing, Mrs. Wang: "???"
In the ancestral hall, the Jia family members who were originally watching indifferently looked strange, but this was the center of the ancestral hall and the atmosphere was majestic and there was no room for laughter.
Jia Heng didn't have much laughter. He gently took the genealogy from the hand of Jia Rong who was stunned, found his own page, and was about to tear it up.
Jia Rong's face became anxious and she quickly said: "Master Jia...Uncle Heng, don't tear it apart. There are words on the back. It belongs to Brother Qiang's family."
Jia Qiang's face darkened, and she cursed secretly in her heart. An anxious look appeared on her handsome face. If his family tree was taken away, would he also be considered "removed"?
Jia Heng glanced at Jia Qiang, who immediately gave him a smile and said: "Uncle Heng, don't tear it, don't tear it."
At this time, Youshi, who was slightly open-mouthed, also recovered from the surprise and looked at the young man blankly, with a faint feeling of ridicule in his heart.
Sister Feng blinked with widened Danfeng eyes. She also recovered from the shock and was about to speak.
At this time, Jia Lian signaled Sister Feng with his eyes, stood up and said, "Master Jia..."
Just now his father was scolded, and he didn't even dare to breathe. Now he has to make amends.
Jia Heng waved his hand, indicating that Jia Lian didn't need to say more. He met the eyes of Jia Mu, Jia Clan and others, and said: "The matter has come to this, it is useless to say more. The nobles and I, Jia Heng, have nothing to do with each other anymore, and you don't need to get involved." , farewell."
He is still very principled. If it were just him, he would really want to take away the family tree to avoid further troubles, but there is also Jia Qiang's in it, so he is not good at it.
When Jia Rong tipped him off, Jia Qiang was by the side and kept tight-lipped. No matter what the reason was, he couldn't implicate innocent people.
A real man has clear grudges, so why bother others.
Jia Heng said, pressed his sword, straightened his appearance, and stepped out with his head held high, leaving behind the thoughts of all kinds of people behind him.
Above the central hall hangs a portrait of Duke Ning Rong. His gaze seems to be watching Jia Heng leave the ancestral hall until the young man in green shirt comes down the stairs.
It is almost noon now, and the autumn sunshine shines on the four characters in the main hall above Jia's ancestral hall, "Pursue the distance with caution", the golden light reflects the sun and shines brightly.
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Ningrong Street
At midnight on Ningrong Street, there had just been an autumn rain. On the clean bluestone road, the sound of horse hooves could be heard. Surrounded by several knights in brocade and splendid robes, a man riding a maroon horse headed towards Ningguo. Come from the government.
Riding first, there was an eunuch sitting on the saddle. He was in his early fifties, with gray hair and eyes like a falcon. He wore a wingless black crown with a mountain shape on his head. There was an emerald gem in the center of the crown, and two ribbons were tied along the cheek. submandibular.
If the Ming Palace is not in charge of palace supervision, then who is it?
This father-in-law, who bowed down in the Daming Palace and made everyone smile when he saw him, was now dressed in a red python and dark black attire, with a black cloak on top. He stood with his head held high and dismounted in front of the gate of Ning Mansion.
Throwing the reins casually, a guard from the inner factory took it over.
The official looked at the hurried servants of the Jia Mansion and said in a high-pitched voice, "You will quickly inform the Jia clan members of Ningguo and Rongguo to come to Ningguo Mansion to receive the order. "
As he said that, he ignored the fearful looks of the servants of the Jia family. He took the inner guard and opened the brocade box, bowed and trotted over the imperial edict with both hands, raised one hand high, stepped over the threshold of the door with black official boots, and headed towards Ning Guoyi Gate. And go.
Behind him, a dark crowd of inner guards wearing black cloaks poured in like a tide.
"The title of Ning Guo is the first among the eight nobles of the Han Dynasty. It is inherited and passed on. It is related to the majesty of the heavenly family. How can it be allowed to be awarded privately?"
Thinking of the emperor's instructions before leaving, Dai Quan couldn't help but speed up his steps a little faster, walking as fast as flying, and he didn't look like he was fifty years old at all.
In the Jia's ancestral hall, Jia's mother rubbed her eyebrows and felt exhausted. With Yuanyang's support, she stood up and sighed: "It's all gone, it's all gone."
Everyone in the Jia clan also left their seats and stood up.
