The moon is as clear as water, the stars are sparse and the clouds are light.
Lingzhi Gongsun's house.
Wow——
A roll of bamboo slips hit Gongsun Jing in the face, knocking his face to the side.
The edge of the bamboo slice scratched the middle-aged man's well-maintained face, leaving a red mark on his forehead.
The case fell to the ground, and the papers on the case were scattered all over the floor.
Gongsun Jing made a deep sound in his throat. He was old after all. He held on to Zuo Ping's arm and managed to stand still.
He looked at Gongsun Jing who was kneeling in the hall and wondered what the problem was.
Why did I raise such children?
For the future of his family, he gave them the most favorable environment and the highest quality education.
But what did his most valued eldest son and most beloved youngest daughter give him in return?
The youngest daughter plotted against her niece again and again for personal grudges. She first tried to poison her but failed, and then encouraged the Ye brothers and sisters to plot against her niece's marriage.
Almost ruined his layout plan.
The eldest son, who placed high hopes on others, occupies a high position and does not pursue political affairs. Under the bright and beautiful scenery, he only knows how to sit and talk and have fun.
He favored a foreign woman and created an illegitimate son who made the frontier a mess.
Now, the foreign Chanyu entered Lingzhi City in a swaggering manner and left in a swaggering manner.
What is the family, the country and the world in his eyes, Gongsun Jing?
Gongsun Jing felt like the world was spinning and he almost fainted.
Finally, with only Zuo Ping's support, he managed to sit down.
He raised his eyes again and glanced at Gongsun Jing, who was kneeling in the hall. The eldest son was still kneeling as submissively as before, with his head lowered and saying nothing.
This situation seems to have happened countless times.
At this time, Gongsun Jing's heart was full of exhaustion.
He is already old, and the eldest son is like this. Who should the Gongsun family be handed over to, in order to preserve the Gongsun family's hundreds of years of inheritance and prevent the Gongsun family from becoming a laughing stock for marrying foreign tribes?
Gongsun Jing covered his chest and gasped several times before his heart palpitations calmed down a little.
"Have you sent someone to chase him?" he asked Zuo Ping.
The left plane was as heavy as water: "Jingqi has been sent to pursue and intercept along the road, but..."
Zuo Ping is also from the North, so he naturally knows the significance of this interception to the North if it is successful.
Not everyone is the idiot in the hall.
But by the time they received the news, it was already too late.
Thinking of this, even Zuo Ping, a member of the family clan who abides by his duties, glanced at Gongsun Jing with disdain.
Zuo Ping's words ignited Gongsun Jing's anger again. Unable to suppress his emotions, he grabbed the penholder at hand and threw it away.
But he was not strong enough and did not hit it.
The heavy pen holder made of mountain rocks fell in front of Gongsun Jing. The pen holder shattered and gravel flew everywhere.
But he was still as motionless as a clay sculpture with a wooden body.
In front of his father Gongsun Jing, he has always been like this and can only be like this.
"Go away." Gongsun Jing closed his eyes weakly.
Gongsun Jing gathered up her robe without saying a word, bowed and exited the hall.
They retreated to the blue-grey corridor and could no longer see Gongsun Jing.
He just raised his face, which had been hidden in the darkness, with a hint of sinisterness flashing across his face.
However, this trace of sinisterness soon disappeared. He straightened his bent back again and strode away.
"Tell me, what did I do wrong?"
It was not until long after Gongsun Jing left that the silent hall heard Gongsun Jing's long sigh.
Zuo Ping, who was standing aside, did not answer. He knew that Gongsun Jing did not need his answer.
"What happened to Lone Bamboo Lulong?"
After a long time, Gongsun Jing asked leisurely.
There is a look of hesitation on the left plane.
"Lulong County is recruiting laborers to overhaul the city gate and border fortress."
"Lone Bamboo..."
Zuo Ping glanced at Gongsun Jing's face and said, "The Guzhu Village has been completely closed and no outsiders can enter."
Even the ears and eyes they had deployed previously were either sent to Luronsai or completely locked up in Lone Bamboo Manor, with no news being passed on.
Now Lone Bamboo Manor is completely out of control.
"I just heard that Lady Yan is staying in Beishan to keep her filial piety."
Keep a filial piety in a house?
Gongsun Jing had a sneer on his face when he heard this, and he really obeyed his filial piety. Who wrote the letter sent to Lulong County asking for rice, grain, and armament craftsmen?
This kind of style can be hidden from Gongsun Jing and others, but not from him.
Gongsun Jing sighed secretly.
The eldest son is incompetent and cruel, while the remaining descendants have mediocre qualifications.
The generations of children and grandchildren are even worse than the other.
Gongsun Jing thought with regret that it would be great if that little debt collector far away in Lulong was a man...
He let out a long sigh again, "Zuo Ping, go and find Lu Long's official documents on the ground for me."
If he wanted it, he would give it to him, just to see what kind of trouble he could create.
Gongsun Jing didn't know what happened to Gongsun Jing.
He has become accustomed to his father directly assigning him to perform the duties of the prefect without him.
Sitting in the dark carriage, Gongsun Jing swayed gently as the carriage moved forward, closing her eyes to relax.
After a long time, he finally reached a remote courtyard and slowly got out of the car.
The charioteer stood far away and did not dare to come forward. Everyone in the prefect's mansion knew that this courtyard was taboo, and even the mistress of the house could not approach it.
Gongsun Jing lifted up the corner of her robe and walked into the courtyard.
As soon as I walked to the front yard, I heard a woman sobbing softly.
His face suddenly darkened.
"Sister, I'm scared."
Two slender figures stood in a dark corner where the lights could not reach them.
Hugging each other and crying quietly.
"That man looks so scary. Do we really want to have sex with him and get pregnant?" one of them said in a trembling voice.
"Don't be afraid. If we can give birth to a son and a half, it will be a blessing for us." Another said with relief, but his voice was also trembling.
They whispered to comfort each other for a while before leaving.
Gongsun Jing stood behind the pillar, his face ashen.
His attendant took a careful look at his face and said, "Your Majesty, are you going to replace someone?"
Gongsun Jing snorted: "No need, look at how well they live, comforting each other so much, and their friendship is touching."
"She must be able to give birth to good children."
Although his followers heard what he said, they did not dare to speak to him.
If others don't understand, don't they know what kind of temper this envoy is?
"Is the miracle doctor ready?"
“When exactly can we start planning?”
Previously, he gave Aduna a drink of Qingyi wine from Lone Bamboo Manor. Unfortunately, Aduna was too seriously injured and could not get in the rice and water. He took Wu Shi Powder and was half asleep, unable to regain his strength.
The miracle doctor was invited the month before last, and under pressure and inducement, he was finally allowed to relent and agree to prepare medicine for Aduna.
Now is the time.
After hearing his question, I hurriedly set off to the house where the miracle doctor lived to inquire.
Gongsun Jing stood at the door of Aduna's room and did not go in.
He couldn't stand the smell inside either, so he just stood here and went to look for the person.
All he wants now is to see Aduna leave his bloodline.
After that...he stared at the full moon in the sky with an expressionless face. From now on, there is no need to leave any insider in this world.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps on the corridor.
"Envoy, envoy."
"The miracle doctor ran away from the sinus hole of the toilet!"
What a bad luck.
The old man who had always maintained the demeanor of an elder even lost his medicine box this time.
He ran away quickly along the wall.
His gray hair fell down, and his hands and body were covered with filth.
But at this time, I no longer care about that much.
He has been practicing medicine for many years and has never seen anyone.
He has really never seen a family like this one behind him!
What I saw and heard during the day was even more shocking. There was actually collusion with foreigners.
If he didn't run away, he wouldn't be alive in the future.
I heard a commotion in the prefect's mansion behind me, and there were torches flickering, and I felt anxious.
But since he was kidnapped, he has been imprisoned in the prefect's mansion. He doesn't know the way to the city.
Just as he was running around in a panic like a headless fly, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the wall next to him.
The hand expertly blocked his mouth and dragged him behind the wall.
He didn't dare to shout loudly, and when he was about to lower his head and beg for mercy, a palm hit him on the back of the neck.
The old man's eyes suddenly darkened and he fell straight down.
(Get up and continue writing, silently reciting it three times in order to work hard this month.)
