The six-hundred-stone official was a figure in the local area, but in this prefect's mansion, he was nothing.
Gongsun Jing and everyone else sat in the hall separately.
Fine coals were burning in the large copper furnaces at the four corners.
The curtains were lowered to block the cold wind of early spring.
Gongsun Jing was sitting on the table at the top, with a cup of tea soup placed in front of him. The roasted tea cakes were crushed and poured into the hot soup. Green onions, ginger slices and orange peels were added to it, which could sober up and refresh people.
Sleepless.
Gongsun Jing picked up the tea soup, raised her right hand, and took a sip behind her wide robe sleeve.
His back was straight, his eyes were not squinting, and there was no trace of impropriety in his movements.
The warm tea soup swirls on the tip of the tongue, bitter and astringent, followed by sweetness and the fragrance of green onion, ginger and orange peel.
This complex and clear smell seemed to rise from the nasal cavity to the sky, making Gongsun Jing's mind clear.
It wasn't until a soldier strode in holding a lacquer box that he breathed a sigh of relief.
Before the soldier came closer, Gongsun Jing seemed to smell the fishy smell coming from the lacquer box. He frowned slightly and raised his hand to signal the soldier not to come closer.
He took another sip of tea soup, and his shoulders, which had slumped slightly with relief, were raised again and opened up.
He put down the lacquer cup in his hand and looked at the lacquer box held by the soldier with an incomprehensible expression.
It seemed that he saw the young man who followed him twenty years ago again.
Gongsun Jing sighed and raised his sleeves again to wipe the overflowing tears from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing him acting like this, everyone lying down bowed their heads and dared not speak.
Only a scholar with a clear beard avoided the table and came out to comfort him: "Please don't make me sad anymore. Du Gong is gone now... He has died well." When he said the last few words, his voice was as thin as a mosquito and could hardly be heard.
But Gongsun Jing heard it and let out a long sigh.
"Where are my nieces and nephews now?" Gongsun Jing asked a doorman on his right.
The majestic retainer returned and said, "The envoy just came on horseback to report that he has already traveled eighty miles outside Lingzhi City. He will arrive at the end of the evening."
Gongsun Jing thought about the beard that was twirling his chin: "Okay, I will make some arrangements and go out of the city thirty miles to welcome my nephew and niece."
Scholar Qingxu was stunned. Thirty miles out of the city?
As the eldest uncle, is it too much to be so solemn and have such a low attitude?
Gongsun Jing knew what he was going to say, and he also knew that such an attitude was too low.
But he really couldn't do it. Even if he killed Du Gong, most of the goods and grains he had moved away from Gongsun Zan's treasury had already been spent to fill the hole in the prefect's treasury over the years.
If not, why would he sacrifice Du Gong, his confidant who has been with him for many years, to silence everyone in Youyou?
But even so, the whereabouts of the property and Aduna's robbery and murder cannot be easily erased.
Thinking of Aduna, Gongsun Jing looked at the scribe Qingxu with a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes. If he hadn't acted without authorization, the situation would not have become so ugly.
No matter how troublesome Gongsun Yan and Gongsun Cheng were, the orphans and orphans had an uncle like him to take care of them and no longer had to worry about worldly affairs. What tricks could they pull off?
Just because of their grievances with their concubine Gongsun Zan, things turned out to be so bad.
What's ridiculous is that a thousand cavalrymen marching south were crushed by a rout of white horse rebels.
Thinking of this, Gongsun Jing felt even more dissatisfied.
"What's wrong with Aduna?"
After the attendants on the left and right retreated, Gongsun Jing asked softly.
Scholar Qingxu sensed Gongsun Jing's dissatisfaction with him, so he carefully considered it before answering: "Not very good."
How can it be cured when the injury is like that?
It was good luck for him to escape back.
Now it is necessary to drink a large amount of Wu Shi Powder with wine to help him relieve the severe pain and sleep for a while.
The scribe's answer made Gongsun Jing seem to recall some uncomfortable scene: "Isn't there anything the doctors can do?"
Scholar Qingxu shook his head silently.
Gongsun Jing's heart suddenly ached when she recalled the way Abdul rode on his horse and flew freely.
"I heard that there is a doctor named Hua Tuo in Peiguoqiao County. Please send someone there as soon as possible. Even if he is kidnapped, he will be kidnapped for me...to treat Aduna's injuries."
Scholar Qingxu did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly bowed his head in agreement.
At this time, the servants in the prefect's mansion came to report and were ready to drive.
Gongsun Jing sighed and no longer thought about Aduna in the other village for the time being.
After tidying up his clothes and walking out the door, he had to meet his niece and nephew.
He also wanted to see the captain who defeated Aduna and made Aduna what he is now.
You should reward him well.
Gongsun Jing drove the eunuch's car across Lingzhi City and did not stop until he reached thirty miles outside the city.
A barrier was set up on the spot, and servants brought tables and tables to warm the stove.
Gongsun Jing just sat beside Gucci Road.
In Lingzhi City
Everything that happened in the Prefect's Mansion today was recorded on the cloth and handed over to Gongsun Jing's desk.
The old man with a pale face caught some cold because he got up in the middle of the night. He cleared his throat and coughed up thick phlegm under the service of his slave.
I drank the hot orange peel water in small sips. After I felt a little more comfortable in my chest, I looked at the desk.
On the desk, in addition to the records of what happened in the Prefect's Mansion today, there are also three letters from Zuo Ping.
In the first letter, Zuo Ping reported that Aduna went south to intercept and kill him.
In the second letter, Zuo Ping reported the great victory in Yangqiuli and the complete annihilation of Aduna, and specifically mentioned Aduna's escape.
In the third letter, Zuo Ping mentioned that the captain named Zhao did not want money or food, but only wanted war horses and hundreds of craftsmen and refugees.
A trace of thought flashed across Gongsun Jing's face, he didn't want money or food, he just wanted craftsmen and homeless people...
The war horse is the first of the five animals and is an important resource for conquering the North. Not giving up the war horse shows that the captain surnamed Zhao is not willing to return to his hometown.
Workers and refugees are also important resources for the operation of the manor.
Judging from the above two points, it is obvious that the captain surnamed Zhao was planned for Gongsun Yan and his sister, but why is the most important food, fodder, clothing and armor not needed in these troubled times?
Gongsun Jing rapped his knuckles rhythmically on the desk. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out the purpose of Zhao Yun's behavior.
After a long time, he raised his hand to rub his throbbing forehead, sighed, and called the steward of the house.
"How are Madam Yan and Young Master Yan's yard prepared?"
"Go home, Master, everything is ready."
Gongsun Jingfa's wife has passed away, and his old daughter Gongsun Xuan is a free-spirited person. Gongsun Jingfa's wife is in charge of everything in the Gongsun family.
But Gongsun Jing was not reassured.
When people grow old and no longer have the energy to have fun and fight for power, they will shift their thoughts to future generations.
When Gongsun Zan was still alive, he was worried that the Gongsun family would end up fighting each other.
Gongsun Zan was so overpowering that his eldest son, Gongsun Jing, could not lift his head. Even if he took over as the governor of Western Liaoning, he still relied on his concubine.
Gongsun Zan also had an unruly temperament and never concealed his hostility and contempt for his brother.
Now that Gongsun Zan has been defeated, he is lucky enough to have a trace of his blood still alive. He cannot sit back and watch his bastard die.
The eldest daughter-in-law is not a tolerant and good-tempered person. How could he let Gongsun Zan's two children fall into such a situation.
I had to personally deal with the resettlement matters.
Recalling what Zuo Ping mentioned in his letter about Lone Bamboo Manor, a trace of helplessness flashed across Gongsun Jing's old face.
Although it was A-Yan's dowry, A-Xuan had begged him several times, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
I just hope that this granddaughter, who has not been masked for more than ten years, has a soft temper and is willing to give in.
