Chapter 52: What's wrong with you? It's poisoning!

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Articles about Jiang Zuo's family jade, misty moonlight and trees and flowers in Yangzhou.

Yangzhou is full of flowers in March and fluttering in May. There are still countless tourists in Yangzhou City just after the Double Ninth Festival. The merchants coming from all over the city make the whole city immersed in the hustle and bustle all the time.

The salt industry in the world is most important in Yangzhou.

Lin Ruhai, the Yangzhou Salt Patrol Censor who was in charge of Jiangnan Salt Affairs, was the mastermind behind tens of millions of silver taels every year.

The annual salt tax sent to the capital alone is no less than three million taels. You can imagine how many pairs of eyes will be staring at the Lin Mansion when the head of the family is seriously ill.

"General, there are at least dozens of spies outside the mansion!"

As soon as they arrived outside the gate of Lin Mansion, the soldiers of Rongguo Mansion had already discovered dozens of spies.

These spies were carrying fruits and cargo poles, pretending to be salesmen, pedestrians, beggars and various other characters.

They seemed to have given up their pretense and just stared at the front and side doors of the Lin Mansion until Jia She led a huge team of three hundred people to stop at the gate of the Lin Mansion.

Jia She glanced around in disgust and said to Jia Shiyi: "Kill them all and throw them at the gate of the Yangzhou government office. Tell the Yangzhou magistrate that within three days I want detailed information about the people behind them. If he dares not say it, Hang up your crown and leave, and a new magistrate will come."

Lin Fu whispered in Jia She's ear: "Mr. She, Tang Guangbiao, the prefect of Yangzhou, is from the Zhen family."

"What about the Zhen family? Brother Cong..."

When he heard his father calling him, Jia Cong ran over: "Dad, what's the matter?"

Jia She chuckled: "My father has given you a task. If Tang Guangbiao, the magistrate of Yangzhou, does not deliver what I want in three days, do you dare to go to the government office and take off Tang Guangbiao's official robe?"

"Should we smash the prefect's office as well?"

This son is a bit confused!

Jia She shook his head: "No, the government office represents the majesty of the court. If you smash the government office, you will slap the court in the face."

Got it, just target Tang Guangbiao.

Jia Cong nodded, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, dad, my son understands what to do."

Lin Fu seemed to have understood what kind of people Jia She and his son were, and his hope increased greatly, and he happily welcomed everyone in.

And Jia Shiyi had already led people to pounce on the spies who had been near Lin Mansion. With the help of Yu Linlang, Jia She and others who had entered the mansion did not even hear the screams. More than 30 spies had become corpse.

So on September 12th, corpses were placed in front of the Yamen of Yangzhou Prefecture. Jia Shiyi said to the dark-faced Tang Guangbiao in front of the onlookers: "My general has told me to ask Mr. Tang to come here on the third day of the lunar month." The people behind these spies will be found out within a few days, and the detailed information will be sent to Yangzhou Salt Patrol Censor Lin's house. If Mr. Tang can't do it or dare not say it, please go away and ask the next magistrate to continue the investigation. .”

This was a slap in the face but also a threat. Tang Guangbiao was the brother-in-law of Zhen Yingjia, the head of the Zhen family. The Tang family was also a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, so naturally they were arrogant.

He asked dissatisfiedly: "Who is the master of your family? How dare you be so impudent. Not only do you kill people, but you dare to threaten me..."

Jia Shiyi cupped his fists and pointed north: "Rongguo Mansion attacks the first-class divine general Jia She!"



Lin Ruhai was just born this year and was more than five years younger than his uncle Jia She.

But Lin Ruhai on the hospital bed had gray hair, was extremely thin, and her face suddenly looked rosy. But if you look closely, you can see that she has been carefully dressed up.

Poor parents in the world, Lin Ruhai was worried about scaring her daughter, so she had someone put on makeup for her.

Daiyu lay on the bedside and pressed her face against Lin Ruhai's palm, sobbing. Lin Ruhai gave Jia She an apologetic look and gently stroked Daiyu's back.

For three years, the father and daughter have not seen each other once except for a few letters.

Daiyu is the only daughter in the Lin family. Can Lin Ruhai not miss her daughter? But the situation in Jiangnan has become more corrupt since the new emperor ascended the throne. The outside of Lin's mansion is full of spies from various families, blatantly watching his every move.

If he dared to leave Yangzhou Mansion, his body might float in the canal the next day, becoming another court official killed by water bandits.

"Okay Yu'er, you are a big girl now, so you can't cry anymore. Aunt Wang, take Yu'er to wash up and have a rest. After I finish talking to my uncle, come over and have dinner with me."

No matter how reluctant she was to leave, Daiyu understood that her father and her uncle had serious business to discuss, and when they arrived at home, she, the master, had to help her father entertain people from the capital, and she must not lose etiquette.

So she pulled Jia Cong aside and whispered a few words, then hurriedly left the house.

Lin Ruhai forced a smile and said to Jia She: "This girl's health is actually better, and she is a little bit more refreshed than Min'er was back then. Thank you uncle for taking care of Yu'er all these years. If you hadn't sent Yu'er away back then, In the capital, maybe we, father and daughter, will all fall into the whirlpool of Jiangnan."

Jia She shook his head and apologized to Lin Ruhai: "Alas, there is something I didn't have time to mention in the previous letter. It was because my brother failed to take good care of his niece and almost let her fall into the trap of others..."

As Jia She explained in detail, the story of Daiyu's poisoning slowly appeared in Lin Ruhai's eyes. When he heard Jia Cong's careful discovery and request to the emperor to hire an imperial doctor for Daiyu, Lin Ruhai remembered the newspaper he had read a few days ago.

By the way, my brother-in-law has a good son, and Tienwangshan has done a great job in rescuing him. Jian is in the emperor's heart, and he has been awarded a fifth-grade official title. If nothing goes wrong, Jia Cong will shine brightly in the future.

"Father, uncle, Mr. Li is here!"

At this time, Jia Lian happened to invite Li Shiqian, the imperial doctor who was accompanying him, to come over. The old man had just got off the ship and had not had time to rest before he was invited over by Jia Lian.

The two could only temporarily stop discussing Daiyu's matter, and Li Shiqian checked Lin Ruhai's pulse.

Li Shiqian took a very long time to diagnose her pulse, and then carefully asked Lin Ruhai about her symptoms, medication, etc. since the onset of the disease. Finally, he showed anger and cursed: "It's such a dirty trick again, it's really unforgivable!"

Jia She quickly asked: "Mr. Li, what is Ruhai's disease?"

"What's wrong with you? You're poisoned!"

With a livid face, Li Shiqian opened the medicine box he brought with him, took out a small porcelain bottle from the innermost compartment, poured out a small pill, raised his hand and stuffed it into Lin Ruhai's mouth.

Then he took out a golden needle, pricked Lin Ruhai's right middle finger, and rubbed it along the meridians. A trace of black appeared on the fingertip, and even the blood beads that emerged were black and purple.

"You see, it's not illness, it's poison. And the poison has been in the body for a long time. If an ordinary doctor detoxifies it, it has already damaged the root, and the life span is far different from that of ordinary people. .”

There was something in his words. Jia Cong narrowed his eyes and praised him: "Mr. Li, you must have something to do, right?"

Li Shiqian glanced at Jia Cong, picked up the small porcelain bottle containing the pills that he had just fed to Lin Ruhai, and smiled: "Did you see it? Tongxi Dilong Pills can eliminate hundreds of poisons if you take them, and your soul will go to the underworld. I can bring him back!"