In the study
As Jia Rong walked into the study, he looked at Mrs. Xing and Jia She who were sitting at the top and bowed before leaving.
Jia She's face was gloomy and he said: "Brother Rong, you just heard from the reporter from Dongfu that your father was murdered in Nanbian'er. He was only in his early thirties. He died of illness no matter how he died. This is obviously because someone is here." Cut off the roots and eliminate future troubles forever!"
Hearing this, Jia Rong's expression changed and she quickly said: "Sir, the official of Jingzhao Yamen, didn't you say that my father fell ill in Lingnan and couldn't afford it, so..."
Jia She snorted coldly and said: "That's just a cover-up trick by that man. As long as he bribes the escorting prison guards and secretly manipulates your father, will your father be fine?"
Interestingly, before Jia Zhen was exiled to Lingnan, no one from the Jia family except You family sent her to him. However, after Jia Zhen's death, Jia She took the opportunity to cause trouble.
When Jia Rong heard this, her heart skipped a beat, her handsome face was full of fear, and she whispered, "What do you plan to do?"
Jia She said coldly: "You go to Xuanzhen Temple later. If you want to tell your uncle, just tell him that Brother Zhen was killed. The new owner of Ningguo Mansion will completely cut off your lineage. Look at him." How to say."
He just wanted to watch a joke, and it was best for Jia Jing to jump in, make a scene, and ruin the kid's dignity. Otherwise, if the kid was allowed to keep trying to gain fame, the good reputation would belong to him, and he would become more and more popular in the clan. .
Now that Jia She is in the Rongguo Mansion, one of the obvious things he feels is the strange looks and pointing sounds from his servants.
Jia She had vaguely guessed some reasons.
First, it was Jia She. As Jia Heng had expected, no one in Rongguo Mansion was willing to respect this stupid old man.
Secondly, because of the messy incident between Jia Lian and Qiu Tong, Jia She has become the laughing stock of the Rongguo Mansion.
When Jia Rong heard this, her heart sank, but she did not agree immediately. Instead, she resisted and advised: "Master, if you say this, I'm afraid there will be trouble."
How dare he instigate the master?
If things get out of hand, the old man in front of him will definitely not be able to withstand the revenge of that person, and he will not be the first to take him as a "suggestive of trouble" to the top of the tank.
Jia She's eyes turned cold and he asked sternly: "Your father died in a strange way. If you, my son, don't get to the bottom of it, how can your father rest in peace?"
Mrs. No, you were kicked out of the Duke's Mansion, don't you want to vent your anger?"
Jia She said again: "Brother Rong, don't have any worries. Everyone in Beijing is watching, and that person can't touch a hair on your head. If he is intolerant, not to mention the old lady won't agree, even I will seek justice for you. I guarantee you’ll be fine!”
Jia Rong listened to Jia She and Mrs. Xing's persuasion and saw their resolute attitude. She knew it was difficult to refuse at the moment, so she had to agree first.
When he left the study, his face was as gloomy as iron and his steps were heavy.
If the eldest master promises to be useful, I won’t have to be exiled to death!
But if he disobeys the eldest master's instructions, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Jia family in the future, but if he offends that person... he may not even be able to save his life.
Dilemma!
Jia Rong's expression changed, and for a moment she felt that her head was in a mess, and the remaining trace of sadness in her heart was actually washed away.
As he wandered along the lanterns and dimly lit corridors with candlelight, leading out of the Black Throttle Courtyard, he suddenly remembered what Jia Lian said in his heart, "All the young princes of Prince Zhongshun's family were sent to the Prison of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division by him..."
Maybe a cold wind blew, chilling the whole place, and Jia Rong shivered.
If his father hadn't been killed by that one, it would be easy to say, but if that one really did it, wouldn't this provocation lead to a fatal disaster?
As soon as his father dies, he will definitely go south to support his soul. What if along the way... there is no old lady watching outside!
The more Jia Rong thought about it, the more she became afraid. She was so frightened that it was hard to describe.
He quickly walked out of the Black Throttle Courtyard and did not go to Xuanzhen Temple immediately, but headed towards Ning Mansion.
In fact, this is why Jia She's image of being incapable of taking responsibility is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
When Jia Zhen was imprisoned, Jia She also slapped her chest loudly in front of Jia Rong, but in the end it did not prevent Jia Zhen from being exiled to Lingnan.
Not mentioning Jia Rong's righteous backstab, he turned around and said Jia Heng was here, led Miao Yu, and turned around to return to Ningguo Mansion.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words, but said nothing more.
As they entered the hall in silence, they saw Qin Keqing, Youshi, Second Sister, Third Sister, Daiyu, Yuanchun, and Tanchun talking to Xichun.
Xichun grew up with Jia's mother in Xifu. In fact, she didn't have any deep feelings for Jia Zhen. It was just that after her brother passed away, she felt ups and downs and felt sad for a while.
But everyone didn't know that when they saw the cold and silent little face, they all stepped forward to comfort him.
At this moment, several people saw Jia Heng leading a nun over and looked at Miaoyu.
Qin Keqing asked: "Husband, is this Master Miaoyu?"
While talking, Qin Keqing also looked at Miaoyu, and was secretly amazed when he saw a woman as cold as jade, with picturesque eyebrows, wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with her hair tied up to practice.
Jia Heng nodded and introduced: "Master Miaoyu was originally from a family of officials. He has been practicing since childhood and has studied Buddhism deeply."
Miaoyu raised her eyes to look at the crowd of warblers and swallows, a hint of surprise flashed deep in her bright eyes.
The house is full of beauty and beauty.
Miaoyu nodded at the looks cast by everyone, and a clear and cold voice like a flying jade spring sounded, "Miaoyu has met all the donors."
At this moment, I don't know if it was a fateful encounter. I was holding a handkerchief, lowering my eyes and staring, falling into a kind of silent sadness. After hearing Miaoyu's voice, I slowly raised my head and looked at that person. The nun, who was like a snow lotus facing the wind on the top of an iceberg, moved her eyes slightly and pursed her lips.
Qin Keqing ordered: "Baozhu, bring a chair to Master Miaoyu."
Miaoyu thanked her and sat down.
Jia Heng pointed to Xichun and said, "Master Miaoyu, this is the sister Xichun I mentioned before."
Miaoyu followed the sound and looked towards Xichun, only to see a petite little girl wearing a green lotus-colored coat and skirt, with a cold face, casting a pair of lonely eyes, with a bit of curiosity deep in her eyes. .
Miaoyu's heart moved inexplicably, and she suddenly remembered Jia Heng's "cold and lonely" words just now, with a thoughtful look on her face.
In fact, this is more like some kind of mutual attraction between people with a certain cold temperament.
Jia Heng asked: "Master Miaoyu, can we start now?"
Miaoyu nodded and ordered the little girl who was following him to hand the sandalwood to the maid Baozhu. She began to close her eyes, knock the wooden fish and recite scriptures.
For a moment, the flower hall was filled with a lingering scent of sandalwood and the clear, soft sound of scriptures.
Jia Heng did not stay in the hall, but went out of the inner hall and stood under the eaves of the corridor, looking at the moon with his hands behind his hands.
To be honest, he didn't expect that Jia Zhen died of illness a year ago. The injury to his kidney meridian lasted for more than a year or two. He could only say that he was drained by drinking and sex, and he was living a long journey in the army and was homeless.
While she was thinking about it, the mother-in-law reported: "Uncle Heng, Uncle Xiaorong is waiting for me in the flower hall in the front yard. He said that he has something important to discuss with me."
After hearing this, Jia Heng retracted his thoughts, looked surprised, and walked towards the front hall.
At that time, Jia Rong was sitting in the flower hall in the front yard, already anxious and restless.
Jia Rong felt a little regretful when things came to a close. In turn, he thought of what if Jia She got angry.
Is there still room for him in Ning Rong's Second Mansion?
Just when I was thinking about leaving quietly, my heart suddenly sank when I heard footsteps coming from far and near under the eaves of the corridor. Then, a young man entered the hall holding a cotton curtain.
"Uncle Heng..." Jia Rong suppressed the entanglement in her heart and stepped forward to salute when she saw Jia Heng.
Jia Heng asked with a calm expression: "Brother Rong, if you don't go to the west of the city to report the funeral, what's the matter with me?"
Jia Rong looked troubled and looked at the maid serving Jia Heng.
Jia Heng's expression paused, knowing that something was wrong, he waved his hand and turned the maid away.
For a while, Jia Rong and Jia Heng were the only two people left in the hall.
"Plop!"
Jia Rong actually knelt down, took two steps on his knees, and begged: "Uncle Heng, save me..."
When Jia Heng heard this, his expression turned strange.
Uncle Heng saved me, if he hadn't married Qin Keqing...
Suppressing the weirdness in his heart, he frowned and said, "Brother Rong, what do you mean?"
Jia Rong said quickly: "Uncle Heng, my nephew has something to report."
With that, he told everything Jia She had told him. Finally, he raised his face and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Heng, my nephew really has no idea of making trouble, but the elder is forcing me to do so." There is nothing I can do about it, and now my nephew is living with him."
The more Jia Rong talked, the more skillful he became, and a thought flashed through his mind. He had betrayed his father once by tipping him off, and this time was no different.
Jia Heng looked silent, thinking about the key points.
Jia She's method is to disgust him, ruin his reputation, and even whether Jia Jing follows the path designed by Jia She is in a dilemma.
Because when Ning Guo changed people, he had already met Jia Jing. Jia Jing's attitude was only four words, indifferent.
But Jia She's actions did nothing but disgust him.
If he really wanted to pursue the case, he was afraid that Jia She would be the first to use Jia Rong to topple the vat.
Jia Rong was obviously keenly aware of this, and then came to report it.
Jia Heng stretched out his hand for support and said, "Brother Rong, get up first."
Jia Rong stood up tremblingly, lowered her eyebrows and said, "Uncle Heng, I have disobeyed the great master now, I am afraid that the great master will not spare me."
Jia Heng muttered: "Don't worry about me, sir. This time you go south to help your father's spirit to be buried in Jinling. The prince will give you a sum of money to help you organize the funeral. You can take the opportunity to live in Jinling for a year or two." , then no matter how much the master wants to take advantage of you, he will be beyond his reach."
Sending Jia Rong to the ancestral land of Jinling would be better than following Jia She in the sacred city, and it would also be a way to avoid future troubles.
As for cutting the grass and roots?
Unless Jia Rong commits suicide on her own, otherwise, the gain is really not worth the loss, and it is very easy to cause some bad impressions.
On the contrary, retaining Jia Rong can show people your magnanimity.
Of course, the premise is that Jia Rong keeps to herself.
Jia Rong's face changed drastically, and fear arose in her heart again. She was naturally worried that if she left Shenjing, the sky would be high and the emperor would be far away.
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "Brother Rong, you are not young anymore. This time you will go back to Jinling to observe mourning for a few years. My father-in-law will give you a sum of money to help you get married. If you are in the capital, where the wind and waves are high, As you saw not long ago, even my uncle’s house was in chaos due to the war, so it would be better to go back to my hometown in Jinling and live a peaceful life."
Jia Rong's face changed. Hearing these words, she felt a little surprised and confused, but she met those irresistible eyes and said slowly, "Uncle Heng, I am willing to return to Jinling."
Jia Heng nodded, and the coldness in his eyes subsided a little, and said: "Let other people go first to report the funeral. Tomorrow, you come with me to Xuanzhen Temple to meet Master Jing."
After saying that, he added: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest first."
Jia Rong responded submissively and said goodbye.
After Jia Rong left, Jia Heng's face darkened, and his eyes flashed coldly.
Jia She is now like a toad lying on his feet, not biting but disgusting.
Let Jia Rong persuade Jia Jing to make trouble. Although he can ask Jia Mu and Jia Zheng to come forward to calm it down, the real trouble will cause trouble and eventually cause some bad effects.
It is said that rumors are like swords, three people become tigers, many words make gold, but accumulation destroys bones.
Especially when two grandsons, Jia Jing and Jia Rong, come out to cause trouble, in the eyes of people who don't know the truth...
If there is no movement between these two people, then even if there are one or two false rumors, it will not be a big deal.
He is now in charge of the Beijing camp and is being watched by many people for his mistakes. He needs to try to avoid getting involved in this whirlpool of family unrest.
"Jia She can't stay. After this new year, we have to take action." Jia Heng thought, left the flower hall, turned and walked towards the backyard.
As soon as she arrived at the corridor, she saw a graceful and graceful girl standing in the pavilion at the end of the corridor. Her profile was soft and graceful under the lights.
"Sister." Jia Heng called from a distance. He came closer and asked in a gentle voice, "Why are you standing here?"
At this time, Yuanchun turned his face, which was as plump and as beautiful as a peony stamen, to look at Jia Heng quietly, smiled and said: "Brother Heng, you are feeling bored in there, come out and get some air."
Jia Heng smiled and asked, "Master Miaoyu is still reciting scriptures in the room?"
With Yuanchun's temperament, he probably didn't like chanting sutras.
Yuanchun's voice was soft and gentle as he said, "Master Miaoyu's Dharma is profound and profound. The sutras he just recited made people feel empty and sad."
"So, the eldest sister just hid?" Jia Heng chuckled.
Yuan Chun turned to look at Jia Heng and chuckled. His gentle and gentle brows and eyes revealed a grace that shook people's hearts. His clear eyes were as bright as obsidian: "Brother Heng, isn't that the same? I just saw Brother Heng hiding from a general." Out."
Jia Heng looked at the girl who was smiling sweetly, then turned to look at the bright moon in the sky, and said: "As for the way of transformation, I still like the Taoist saying of Lao Zhuang, which is to carry flying immortals to travel, and to hold the bright moon for eternity. , Fuliezi walked against the wind, calm and kind, and returned after ten and five days. He really had little interest in Buddhism's theory of universal salvation. Moreover, I felt that one should not learn Buddhism even in his prime. Buddhism is vast and boundless, and he passively avoids the world. Ordinary people It’s hard to achieve anything if you spend your entire life, and you will inadvertently waste years.”
This is actually what Nan Huaijin said in later generations: young people should not study Buddhism and Yi studies. They will spend their entire lives without achieving anything. When they suddenly look up, they find that their youth is wasted and their time is running out.
This is not the saddest thing. What is even sadder is that we have taken the wrong path without knowing it.
Yuan Chun's bright eyes flashed, his red lips parted slightly, and on his plump and demure jade face, he said softly: "I also agree with what Brother Heng said. Buddhism and Taoism advocate rebirth, but without joining the world, how can we talk about rebirth? We wait. I am not old enough, I don’t know everything about human affairs, I have not lived in the hustle and bustle of the world, but I have learned the method of escaping from the world, accompanied by the green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, but I have failed to live up to God’s generous gift.”
Hearing this, Jia Heng looked at the girl with shining eyes and gentle eyebrows, smiled and said: "What the eldest sister said is that life in the world is like a traveler from afar."
Speaking of which, this is also the first time that Yuanchun and I have talked about life like this.
Compared with Tanchun and Daiyu, Yuanchun is undoubtedly mentally mature, and his conversations with him are quite congenial.
When Yuanchun heard the words, his eyes fell on the young man's face, he smiled softly, and looked up at the bright moon above his head. The moon in the winter night was as cold as frost, and the wind from the courtyard blew against his face. There was something in his heart that said Unbreakable peace.
Jia Heng suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Eldest sister is good at playing the harp, and she has some natural skills. To be honest, I have never heard my eldest sister talk about the harp."
Yuan Chun smiled softly, and subconsciously wanted to say that Sister Keqing... But for some reason, when the words came to his lips, the topic suddenly changed: "I haven't played for a long time, and it's actually a lot more jerky. If Brother Heng wants to hear it, I'll tell you some other time." Practice again and play it to Brother Heng."
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