Jing Changfa shrank and followed behind everyone in the Jing Mansion, his thin and thin body shivering under the mountain wind.
The fat boy Jing Tongqian kept tugging on Jing Changfa's sleeves, trying to make his grandfather walk faster.
It would be best to join the people in front and walk to Mrs. Jing's side.
When Guan Shihao chopped off the head of the captain of the imperial army, because of the distance and the crowd in front, Jing Changfa covered Jing Tongqian's eyes in time, so Jing Tongqian didn't see the man's head flying up and blood spurting from his neck.
Bloody scenes.
Although I was shocked afterwards, I was not frightened.
He walked into Jialan Temple with everyone in the Jing Mansion. When passing by the temple gate, he only saw a few pools of bright red blood stains on the ground, but did not see the decapitated body of the captain of the Imperial Army.
Even what happened before, what impressed Jing Tongqian the most was Mrs. Jing's grandeur.
A sergeant, a handsome man with a white face, and a little boy who was too young to know what a eunuch was.
There is also a high-ranking official who wears gorgeous official robes and usually shows off his power, but he is no match for Mrs. Jing.
At this moment, Jing Tongqian had great admiration and adoration for Mrs. Jing, and felt that the grandfather around him was really too far behind.
If he could choose, he would rather choose to be Mrs. Jing's grandson than Jing Changfa's grandfather.
However, Grandpa has said more than once that sooner or later he will become the master of Jing Mansion. By then, he will be Mrs. Jing’s grandson.
Jing Tongqian thought excitedly in his heart.
If Jing Changfa could read minds, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood if he knew what his fat grandson was thinking.
When everyone in the Jing Mansion was offering incense in front, Jing Changfa took the hand of his fat grandson and hurriedly stepped into the temple. His knees softened, and he also took Jing's copper coins and plopped them down on his knees. Baoxiang solemnly gilded his body.
in front of the Buddha.
Jing Tongqian was caught off guard and his knees hurt. He reached out and patted Jing Chang's hair in dissatisfaction.
At this time, Jing Changfa had other things on his mind and didn't pay attention.
In the past two days in Jing Mansion, he was really frightened.
The old woman who asked him to cooperate that night turned out to be a ghost!
As the saying goes, if you don't do anything bad in your life, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night. But Jing Changfa has long been planning to seize the Jing family's wealth. He has a ghost in his heart, so he is naturally afraid of ghosts.
He successively called on several maids to make inquiries, but the final result was that the old woman had been dead for many years.
He secretly sneaked to the small courtyard to check it out, and saw the portrait of the old woman hanging high on the wall.
As people get older, their bodies and bones gradually become weaker and their spirits become weaker. They like to think wildly and believe more and more that there are ghosts in the world, so now Jing Changfa really believes that the old woman is a ghost.
He had been awakened by nightmares several times in the past two days, and he didn't even dare to close his eyes at night. He was now in a trance, and his already thin body became even thinner.
Today, he came to Jialan Temple with everyone in the Jing Mansion. He was not mourning Master Guichen, but hoped that the Buddha could help him suppress and drive away the old woman so that she would not bother him again in the future.
"Buddha bless you, Amitabha... As long as Buddha helps me kill that old ghost, I will definitely come to Jialan Temple every year, no, every month, to give out a generous amount of sesame oil money."
Jing Changfa closed his eyes tightly, moved his lips, looked excited and nervous, and recited silently over and over again.
Jing Tongqian, who was kneeling next to him, looked around curiously. After a while, he saw that his grandfather was still nagging and did not get up. He was just pulling Jing Changfa's sleeves and shaking them around, "Grandpa, old lady, they are all leaving.
It’s far away, let’s catch up quickly.”
After a long while, Jing Changfa couldn't bear his grandson's annoyance, so he opened his eyes, respectfully offered incense to the Buddha, kowtowed three times with Jing's copper coins, and then took his fat grandson's fleshy little hand and walked out.
to the main hall.
At the door of the main hall, he turned around again and bowed deeply to the Buddha statue.
Jing Tongqian impatiently took his grandfather's hand and forcibly dragged Jing Changfa away.
At this time, Mrs. Jing was still walking and chatting with Jiang Long.
Lin Ya had already recovered from her previous fright. She stretched out her hands to support Mrs. Jing.
"Before Guan Shihao, five guards had already sacrificed their lives to maintain the dignity of the Jing family."
Mrs. Jing let out a long sigh, "Your father died in the battle, and our family lost its backbone. Also, when he fought with the enemy, he used strategies and unscrupulous means to win over the ministers who respected Confucian scholarship.
They all criticized the Jing family verbally and writtenly.
At that time, the emperor may have considered his friendship with your grandfather and did not want to do anything to the Jing family, but unfortunately those ministers made such a fuss that some even knelt down in the Jinluan Palace and kowtowed to the point where they were bleeding profusely!
In the end, the emperor could not withstand the great pressure and took away the Marquis of our Jing family."
Jiang Long pricked up his ears and listened carefully, trying his best to taste and write down useful information from Mrs. Jing's words.
Lin Ya didn't know about these past events either, so she also listened attentively.
"Without the Marquis, the mainstay of Northern Xinjiang was also killed in the battle. For a while, Jingfu was like a tiger without claws in the eyes of some people. It was the guards of the mansion who did not hesitate to die to kill the nobles and wealthy families who took the initiative to come to pick up the side.
Scared!"
Mrs. Jing's eyes turned red when she said this, "They drew lots to decide who would kill people when Jing's house was in trouble. You don't know, back then, just at the door of our house, three guards came forward to kill them.
Killed the heads of five officials and nobles’ sons!”
Jiang Long was surprised when he heard this, why didn't the original person hear about these things at all?
And are officials and children of noble families so easy to kill?
Can the families of those children let Jing Mansion off easily?
I will definitely file a complaint!
"It's because our Jing family is useless! It's because we are incompetent and can't save their lives. We just watch helplessly as the officials come to take them away and then execute them!"
Speaking of this, Mrs. Jing's voice was already full of sadness. Even though she had always been strong, she couldn't help but shed a few tears.
Upon seeing this, Lin Ya quickly took out her silk handkerchief and wiped away Mrs. Jing's tears.
"It's my useless grandson. I never knew that grandma was carrying such a heavy burden. She only wants to have fun." Jiang Long pretended to feel guilty.
In his heart, he said, Mrs. Jing, your grandson is too useless. From now on, I, a fake, will help you shoulder this burden.
First she nodded to Lin Ya, then Mrs. Jing patted the back of Jiang Long's hand and said, "You have been in poor health since you were a child. The doctors who came to the mansion said that you should not work hard until you are twenty years old, so
, grandma didn’t say anything to you before.
Moreover, I specifically ordered your wet nurse and the ladies and maids in the courtyard to block the news and prevent you from knowing about the difficulties in the mansion, so I don’t blame you."
Only then did Jiang Long understand. No wonder the original owner of the Jing Mansion didn't know much about his own home.
"In short, our Jing family owes those dead guards. We can't pay it back in this life. We must remember to repay the debt a hundred times in the next life." Mrs. Jing took a deep breath, her sadness gradually calmed down, and then said: "Also,
, you can no longer be biased against the guards in the mansion, and you must treat them as relatives, do you understand?"
"My grandson understands."
Jiang Long responded, then asked tentatively: "I wonder who those guards are..."
"Some of them were your grandfather's personal soldiers back then, and some were your father's personal followers selected from the army. Because they were injured in the battlefield and became disabled, your grandfather and your father gathered them in our house as bodyguards.
Your grandfather and your father were very kind to them back then, so they are absolutely trustworthy."
After hearing Mrs. Jing's answer, Jiang Long understood the origins of those Jingfu guards and why they had a strong murderous aura.
I also understood why the captain of the imperial army was not Guan Shihao's enemy.
The Forbidden Army exercises formation changes, and it is very impressive to be an honor guard.
But if he was serious about it, he would be far inferior to a frontier soldier who had been on the battlefield and had killed people and seen blood.
"I wonder how many guards we have in our house?" Jiang Long asked curiously.
"More than a hundred."
Mrs. Jing's eyes moved slightly and she pretended to be casual.
At this time, the biggest question left in Jiang Long's mind was that the Jingfu guards killed officials and children of noble families, so why were they still unharmed?
The imperial court only executed the guard who committed murder!
Xiao Jing and several officials returned to the temple and came to the courtyard where Master Guichen was worshipped. There were several foreign envoys in gorgeous clothes. Most of them raised their chins and looked at people through their nostrils. Even a few of them seemed to have a gentle and humble attitude.
Yes, he was also rolling his eyes, looking very scheming.
If you observe carefully, you will find that these people also have no respect for the court officials responsible for the reception, and there is a trace of disdain in their eyes.
There were several lower-ranking officials in the small courtyard who were always there to receive him, and they stayed here without going out.
When facing these foreign envoys, these officials were extremely cautious.
"Master Xiao, what happened outside?"
At this time, an official saw Xiao Jing and others coming back and stepped forward to ask.
Xiao Jing waved his hand casually, not wanting to say more, "It's nothing."
"But I heard that there is quite a big commotion over there." Another official spoke up. This official was relatively young and his ability to observe people's emotions was not good enough. As soon as his voice fell, Xiao Jing glared at him with dissatisfaction.
, the young official was shocked and quickly lowered his head and shut up.
"There are people from the Jing Mansion, you all should stay away." Xiao Jing thought for a while and thought it would be better to give him a warning, lest later Mrs. Jing come to mourn Master Guichen, and someone else takes the initiative to provoke him without knowing the seriousness.
Jingfu?
Ningyuan County Jingfu?
Several elderly officials immediately guessed which house Xiao Jing was talking about.
My heart trembled, this Jing Mansion cannot be offended!
The other younger officials scratched their heads secretly, but seeing that Xiao Jing's face looked ugly, they did not dare to ask him carefully.
Those foreign envoys were all familiar with the language and culture of Daqi. Whether they came from the south or the north, their expressions changed drastically after hearing this.
Marquis Jing Xiao died in battle five years ago, and the only remaining male was weak and cowardly. The reputation of the family began to decline. Until today, there are only those elderly ministers in the dynasty, as well as those from southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang.
Only then did the soldiers realize how powerful the Jing family was.
The young officials did not understand the Jing family and had no respect for them.
But this is within the dynasty, and outside the Daqi Dynasty, whether it is the southern countries or the northern countries, the Jing family will never forget it.
There is a saying that goes well, the people you know best and keep in mind are not your friends and relatives, but your enemies with whom you have sworn sworn hatred!
?
There's something wrong with the computer, it's stuck, and it's even later.