In the Rongqing Hall, Jia Zheng had not yet taken off his official robes and court clothes, he had already crossed the threshold and entered the hall. Li Wan, Sister Feng, Baoyu, Daiyu, and Tanchun quickly stood up and saluted Jia Zheng.
The melancholy look on Jia Zheng's elegant face eased slightly. He nodded to Feng Wan Bao Dai and Tan Ying Xichun, then bowed to Jia Mu and said, "My son has met his mother."
Mother Jia raised her eyes to look at Jia Zheng, frowned, and said with surprise in her old eyes, "Zheng'er, you came over here without even changing into court clothes. Could it be that something happened?"
Generally speaking, when Jia Zheng goes to court, he first changes into his regular clothes at Mrs. Wang or Aunt Zhao, and then goes to Jia Mu to pay his respects. This time, it is the first time in the past few years that he goes directly to the Rongqing Hall in court clothes. Once upon a time.
There was a complex look on Jia Zheng's elegant and fair face. He sighed and said, "Mother, this morning, Jia Ziyu resigned from his title. The Holy One has already approved it and issued imperial edicts at home and abroad to commend him. Jia Ziyu's courtesy and virtues mean that the title of Ning Guo in Dongfu is gone."
When Jia Mu heard this, she was stunned and didn't react for a moment. She seemed confused and surprised and said, "Jia Ziyu? Who is Jia Ziyu?"
The nickname Jia Heng was previously only known by Han Hui, Yu Zhen and others, but as far as the court was concerned, who among the Gong Gong princes in the Chen and Han temples now does not know Jia Ziyu.
Jia Zheng explained: "It's Brother Heng. Mother, he has resigned from the title now. The Holy One has given permission. The decree will be sent to the two houses later."
"Where's the title? Didn't the Holy One say that the title should be inherited by Brother Rong and Brother Qiang?" Jia Mu suddenly woke up, and the spoon she held in her hand fell into the soup bowl with blue background and cloud pattern, making a sound in the Rongqing Hall. A crisp sound.
A pair of shining eyes looked at Jia Zheng.
Li Wan's elegant and soft face showed a look of disbelief.
Jia Heng...is he really going to resign?
But can the emperor's golden words be taken back?
Sister Feng's bright and clear Danfeng eyes were also confused.
Didn’t the elder say before that Jia Heng’s resignation was just a means of “retreating in order to advance”?
No, how can you resign your title?
What a huge family fortune this is, Jia Heng... is he a fool? !
The more Sister Feng thought about it, the more her heart trembled inexplicably. She felt an indescribable emotion growing like a vine, wrapping around her heart.
As an outsider, I am so heartbroken that I can't breathe. He has a face as bright as a peach, with confused phoenix eyes and a slightly open mouth.
As for Jia Mu and Yuanyang, they were equally shocked.
Only Baoyu's eyes shone like lamps, just like the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, with a look of infatuation on his face, thinking, "If you resign your title without accepting it, if you don't want to be a thief in the country, how could this uncle Heng be so good?" Xin Zhi, I actually misjudged him before!"
Daiyu's jade face paused slightly, then she turned her head and glanced at Baoyu, who was suffering from hypochondriasis. Her misty eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her bright eyes were filled with ripples of confusion.
Tan Chunying's beautiful and bright eyebrows also had a look of confusion.
Do you really not want the title?
What exactly was Uncle Heng thinking?
Jia Mu was stunned for a long time, her lips moved, and she suddenly looked at Jia Zheng.
The eldest maid Yuanyang on the side was holding a handkerchief and wiping the soup splashed on Jia Mu's sleeves.
Jia Zheng looked ashamed and sighed: "Mother, we all misjudged Brother Heng. He is really going to resign. The title was originally a grace from the Holy One, but now it has been taken away. Brother Rong, Brother Qiang and the others... …Can’t be crowned.”
Jia Mu: "..."
So, in the end, the title...is still gone?
How will she meet old Ning Guogong a hundred years later when she is under Jiuquan?
"Zheng'er, what kind of statement did Jia Heng make that made the emperor withdraw the imperial edict for it? Jia Mu suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously.
As soon as these words came out, Baoyu, Daiyu, Tanchun, Yingchun, and Xichun all turned their attention to Jia Zheng.
Even Sister Feng looked nonchalant, but she also pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.
Jia Zheng sighed and said: "This is the "Resignation Form," which my son copied from somewhere in his engineering studies."
As he said that, he took out a two-fold folded piece of yellow paper from his armhole.
Over here, Yuanyang reached out and took it, and was about to hand it to Jia Mu when she heard Sister Feng say softly: "Yuanyang, please read it, so as not to have to find reading glasses for our ancestors later."
Yuanyang was stunned for a moment. Seeing Jia Mu nodding towards him, he picked up the envelope and read it.
As the crisp voice with round words and smooth words rang out in the Rongqing Hall, Jia Mu's face changed several times, her eyes were blank, and she was speechless for a long time.
Baoyu's face was also dull, and he felt that every word was like a fairy voice, echoing in his heart. It was not until he said, "If you don't show kindness to your ancestors, you will get your own fame and fame" that he came back to his senses.
There was mist in Daiyu's eyes, but she didn't expect that Uncle Heng's life experience... was so miserable?
And Brother Zhen in Dongfu, how could he... bully others like that?
"If you don't show kindness to your ancestors, you will get your own fame and fame." Tanchun's pink lips moved as she murmured.
Between the handsome eyes and eyebrows, there was a look of confusion that seemed like infatuation and anger. The clear and crystal eyes vaguely reflected the tall figure of the young man in straight green shirt, who was looking around with his sword. For some reason, he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. Shooting, he suddenly woke up, and a touch of rouge rose appeared on both sides of Xue Nu's cheeks.
Xichun wrinkled her nose, pursed her thin lips slightly, and felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart.
Looking at the people with different faces in Rongqing Hall, Jia Zheng sighed. When he came back from the palace, he held these two pieces of paper and read them over and over again.
He felt that every word was like a mountain, as powerful as a thousand stones, pressing on his heart, almost making him breathless.
Li Wan lowered his head slightly, and his beautiful and soft face was a little hot. Just now she thought that Uncle Heng... Unexpectedly, she turned out to be a villain and judged a gentleman.
Only Sister Feng's willow-shaped eyebrows were raised, and a charming, light and mature charm of a young woman in Hua Xin flowed out silently from the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, slightly neutralizing the sharp connotation.
"No, is there anything new in this statement? Isn't it just resignation?" Sister Feng said with a frown.
She just listened to what was being said, and felt confused as to why everyone in the room was...
Mother Jia had a melancholy look on her face, and her mood was complicated and incomprehensible, and she sighed: "Oh... Girl Feng, from the looks of it, no matter how hard-hearted you are, you will still have unbearable thoughts."
Jia Zhengdao: "Mother, as soon as this table was written, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty praised it, and they were inexplicably impressed by Ziyu's move. The emperor has already approved of Ziyu's ambition, and will follow the imperial edict to publish the table at home and abroad, and spread it to all provinces. After that, the emperor still Unable to bear the loss of Xianghuo in Ningguo, and faced with a dilemma between reason and emotion, his son proposed that Jia Heng should succeed Xianghuo."
"Second Master, he resigned his title but still inherited the incense. What does this mean?" Sister Feng raised her eyebrows and said softly.
But she suddenly remembered the bet she had made with Jia Heng before. If Jia Heng's resignation came true, she would invite her host to apologize.
Sister Feng felt a sigh of relief in her heart, somewhat unhappy.
Mother Jia's face paused, and she said in a complex tone: "This is a favor to him. He will sacrifice to his ancestors and offer incense."
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In China's feudal patriarchal society that has existed for thousands of years, ancestor worship has always been deeply embedded in the inheritance of blood culture.
The virtuous kings of ancient times administered benevolent policies to the world and never stopped paying tribute to others.
The great sect of Ning State was abolished due to crime, and now the smaller sect offers incense. This is the virtuous rule of a ruler, showing respect for the fathers of the country.
For Jia Heng, allowing Jia Heng to preside over incense sacrifices as a small sect is a great favor from the emperor, which is equivalent to giving him honor and grace.
"Doesn't that mean that Jia Heng has become the clan leader?" Sister Feng asked with a frown.
Jia Zheng said loudly: "Jia Ziyu is the head of our Jia clan and the glory of our Jia clan men and women!"
Li Wan's eyes flashed, he glanced at Sister Feng who looked puzzled, and explained softly: "Now that he has a great reputation due to his resignation, it is a move that is in line with the people's will for him to succeed the clan leader."
This is the key. The persecution of "Jia Heng" by the Jia clan has already fallen in the eyes of scholarly public opinion as "Cijue Biao" became famous all over the world.
Some details are also put in front of everyone's eyes.
From Jia Zhen's collusion with bandits to her expulsion from the Jia family, it can be said that the Jia family has acted as a complete "harlequin" and has been nailed to the pillar of shame.
Coming here to be the head of the Jia clan and moving into Ningguo Mansion now is the supreme honor of Jia Mansion, and it is also the only way to wash away the "stain".
Even, to exaggerate a bit, the Jia clan would cry and shout for Jia Heng to be the clan leader.
At this time, Jia's mother was also awakened from her dream by Li Wan's casual words. A look of surprise appeared on her old face. She stared at Jia Zheng and said worriedly: "Zheng'er, now we can only live by letting him be the patriarch." We must overcome this hurdle, otherwise, the reputation of my Jia family in the east and west will be ruined."
Since Jia Heng is a wise man when he resigns his title, then who are the Jia family who are making things difficult and coercing him into removing his title?
Jia Mu felt shuddered when she thought of this.
Tanchun also paused slightly, his clear eyes full of shock.
Mother Jia then thought about it and vaguely thought of another layer. Yuanchun was now sent to the palace. Now that the mother clan has such a stain, Yuanchun she...
Jia Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized the same thing. He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. He looked at Jia Mu and said worriedly: "Mother, I'm afraid that if Zi Yu refuses to accept the position of patriarch, our reputation will be ruined..."
Mother Jia was also hesitant. Thinking of the unyielding concubine, she felt a headache. After thinking about it, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Sister Feng beside her. Seeing her complicated appearance and lost soul, she said: "Girl Feng, let your father-in-law , mother-in-law and the others will go to Liutiao'er Hutong early tomorrow morning and personally invite Jia Heng to worship their ancestors at the Ningguo Ancestral Hall!"
Sister Feng: "..."
Let the eldest man and his wife invite Uncle Heng, and the old lady will not be afraid of a fight.
Jia Zheng also looked at Jia Mu suspiciously and said, "Mother, Jia Ziyu hates his brother and sister-in-law deeply. If he goes away, won't he add fuel to the fire?"
Jia's mother smiled bitterly and said, "Don't you know that Jia Heng hates She'er and his wife deeply, but now we just have to let him vent his anger first, and She'er and his wife will make amends to him, and he'll be done with it."
Jia Zheng looked silent and said, "I'm afraid my brother won't agree."
With his brother's temperament, how could he be willing to apologize to Jia Ziyu?
"He has to go even if he doesn't! He was the one who clamored to expel Jia Heng's clan membership. Now he has made the clan embarrassed to step down. Tell him that if he doesn't go, he will go back to his hometown in Jinling." Jia Mu said, Her eyes were slightly red again, and she remembered the loss of her title, and cried: "Even if I go home, I have no face to see anyone. My title... is lost! It's lost..."
Obviously, Jia Mu is still bitter about Ning Guo's loss of title, and she even feels resentful in her heart, "Brother Heng, you are noble, you don't want the title!"
But the title is passed down from the ancestors...
