Kang Yingqian left T-shaped street and walked alone in the moonlight. The moonlight shone on his gray hair, leaving a long back on the bluestone street, lonely and deserted.
Lao Kang turned a deaf ear to the fierce fighting taking place on the surrounding city walls. He didn't stop until he reached the west city, where officials lived and where Kang Yingqian lived.
Standing in front of a remote and dilapidated house, I secretly looked around. Under the hazy moonlight, I looked up and saw a plaque with the word "Kang" hanging diagonally on the front door. The word "Kang" was shadowy, and the lanterns hanging on both sides had long been extinguished.
Stretching out an old hand like a dead branch, he knocked on the courtyard door.
After waiting for a long time, the courtyard door finally creaked, and a crack opened inside, revealing the face of a charming woman. She looked outside and asked in surprise:
"Why did you come back so early?"
"Nothing happens at the Yamen today."
He spoke in a low tone and pushed open the courtyard door. The woman didn't speak to him anymore and went straight upstairs.
Kang Yingqian followed the woman, walked through the dilapidated courtyard, and entered the house without going upstairs. The main room was even more messy than the outside. There was no furniture in the four corners, but there were a few old tables and chairs. There was still a teacup broken yesterday under the shrine. Porcelain pieces.
The woman, who was about thirty years old, had a gloomy face at this time, like a statue of Guanyin asking for a child. She lifted up her horse-faced skirt, sat down next to the shrine, and munched her rice.
Kang Yingqian took off his workshop uniform without saying a word and went to the back room to change into coarse linen clothes.
He picked up a coarse porcelain cup, poured water into it, and looked around blankly while holding the cup.
There were only a few tables, chairs and bare bones left in the room, as if something was missing.
Kang Ying squeaked dryly, his expression was exhausted, and he actually dozed off.
When he woke up, he didn't know what time it was. He vaguely remembered that the jade pendant entrusted to him by Emperor Wu Ding was still in his uniform, so he got up and went back to the house to get it.
He stood up from the chair with difficulty, his bones cracking all over his body, and he almost fell to the ground when he crossed the threshold.
I bumped into something soft and soft. When I looked up, I saw the concubine holding the jade pendant in her hand.
"Xu'er froze to death in Liaodong and you didn't care. You have money in your hands and you refuse to use it! What is this?"
Kang Yingqian forced a smile on his face and said, "Madam, lower your voice and go upstairs to talk."
"I'm not as stupid as a big lady. She got sick and had no money to treat her, so she was dragged to death. How much money did you hide? Xu'er is available in Liaodong!"
Two months ago, Kang Yingqian was jointly reported by more than a dozen officials from six ministries and was jailed for collaborating with the enemy, corruption and dereliction of duty. He should be executed according to law.
Emperor Wu Ding decided to be more liberal and let Kang Yingqian go. After all, he was an old subordinate for many years. However, Yang Hao refused to do so and initiated more officials to impeach Kang Yingqian, and also pointed the finger at Qiao Yiqi. In the end, after a game between all parties, Kang was sentenced to confiscation of his home and sent to the army. Kang Jia's hundreds of thousands of property were confiscated. All the men in the family over the age of fifteen were sent to Liaodong to guard the border. With the help of Jin Yuji, Yang Qing'er, Qiao Yiqi and others, Lao Kang was able to avoid death and was not sent to Sakhalin Island.
Kang Yingqian's wife Cheng died of fright and worry, and his only son Kang Guangxu was exiled to Ninggu Pagoda. His life and death are unknown to this day.
Kang Guangxu is the son of Mrs. Zhang, the concubine.
After Kang Yingqian heard what Mrs. Zhang said, he felt very uncomfortable and had to go upstairs.
This is a six-raftered house. The front half is equipped with a spring table, tables and stools; the back half is equipped with a bedroom, and a bed with three-sided ridges is installed in the back. There are railings on both sides, and a red curtain is hung on it; a clothes hanger is placed on the side. There is a handkerchief; a wash basin is placed here; a tin lampstand is placed on a gold-lacquered table; two candlesticks are placed on the side; a painting of ladies hangs on the front wall; four straight chairs are lined up opposite the bed.
