Chapter 342 Even if there are one or two rumors, there is no serious problem
In the study
As Jia Rong walked into the study, he looked at Mrs. Xing and Jia She who were sitting at the top and bowed before leaving.
Jia She's face was gloomy and he said: "Brother Rong, you just heard from the reporter from Dongfu that your father was brutally murdered in Nanbian'er. He was only in his early thirties. He died of illness no matter how hard he said it. Someone was clearly there.
Cut off the roots and eliminate future troubles forever!"
Hearing this, Jia Rong's expression changed and she quickly said: "My lord, I am the official of Jingzhao Yamen. Didn't you say that my father fell ill in Lingnan and couldn't afford it? That's why..."
Jia She snorted coldly and said: "That is just a cover-up trick by that man. As long as he bribes the escorting prison guard and secretly does some tricks on your father, will your father be fine?"
It's interesting to say that before Jia Zhen was exiled to Lingnan, no one from the Jia family except the You family sent him off, but after Jia Zhen's death, Jia She took the opportunity to cause trouble.
When Jia Rong heard this, her heart skipped a beat, her handsome face was filled with fear, and she whispered, "What are you going to do, sir?"
Jia She said coldly: "You go to Xuanzhen Temple later. If you want to tell your uncle, just tell him that Brother Zhen was killed. The new owner of Ningguo Mansion will completely cut off your lineage. Look at him."
How to say."
He just wanted to watch a joke, and it was best for Jia Jing to jump in, make a scene, and ruin the kid's dignity. Otherwise, if the kid was allowed to keep trying to gain fame, the good reputation would belong to him, and he would become more and more popular in the clan.
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Now that Jia She is in the Rongguo Mansion, one of the obvious things he feels is that the servants are looking at him strangely and are surrounded by pointing voices.
Jia She had vaguely guessed some reasons.
First, it was Jia She. As Jia Heng had expected, no one in Rongguo Mansion was willing to respect this stupid old man.
Secondly, because of the messy incident between Jia Lian and Qiu Tong, Jia She has become the laughingstock of the Rongguo Mansion.
When Jia Rong heard this, her heart sank, but she did not immediately agree. Instead, she resisted and advised: "Master, if you say this, I'm afraid there will be trouble."
How dare he instigate Grandpa?
If things get out of hand, the old man in front of him will definitely not be able to withstand the revenge of that person, and he will not be the first to take him for "stirring up trouble".
Jia She's eyes turned cold and he asked sternly: "Your father died under strange circumstances. As a son, if you don't get to the bottom of it, how can your father rest in peace?"
Mrs.
No, you were kicked out of the Duke's Mansion, don't you want to vent your anger?"
Jia She said again: "Brother Rong, don't have any worries. Everyone in Beijing is watching, and that person can't touch a hair on your head. If he is intolerant, not to mention the old lady won't agree, even I will seek justice for you.
I guarantee you’ll be fine!”
Jia Rong listened to Jia She and Mrs. Xing's persuasion and saw their resolute attitude. She knew it was difficult to refuse at the moment, so she had to agree first.
When he left the study, his face was as gloomy as iron and his steps were heavy.
If the great master promises to be useful, I won’t have to be exiled to death!
But if he disobeys the eldest master's instructions, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Jia family in the future, but if he offends that person... he may not even be able to save his life.
Dilemma!
Jia Rong's expression changed, and for a moment she felt that her head was in a mess, and the remaining trace of sadness in her heart was actually washed away.
Walking along the lanterns and dimly lit corridors filled with candlelight and leading out of the Black Throttle Courtyard, I suddenly remembered what Jia Lian said in my heart, "All the young princes of Prince Zhongshun's family were sent to the Prison of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division by him..."
Maybe a cold wind blew, chilling the whole place, and Jia Rong shivered.
If his father hadn't been killed by that person, it would be easy to say, but if that person really did it, wouldn't this provocation lead to a fatal disaster?
As soon as his father dies, he will definitely go south to support his soul. What if along the way... there is no old lady watching outside!
The more Jia Rong thought about it, the more she became afraid. She was so frightened that it was hard to describe.
He quickly walked out of the Black Throttle Courtyard and did not go to Xuanzhen Temple immediately, but headed towards Ning Mansion.
In fact, this is also why Jia She's image of being unable to take on the trouble is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
When Jia Zhen was imprisoned, Jia She also slapped her chest loudly in front of Jia Rong. In the end, it did not prevent Jia Zhen from being exiled to Lingnan.
Not mentioning Jia Rong's righteous stab in the back, he turned around and said Jia Heng was here, led Miaoyu, and turned around to return to Ningguo Mansion.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words, but said nothing more.
As they entered the hall in silence, they saw Qin Keqing, Youshi, the second sister, the third sister, Daiyu, Yuanchun, and Tanchun talking to Xichun.
Xichun grew up with Jia's mother in Xifu. In fact, she didn't have any deep feelings for Jia Zhen. It was just that after her brother passed away, she felt ups and downs and felt sad for a while.
But everyone didn't know it. Seeing the cold and silent face, they all stepped forward to comfort him.
At this moment, several people saw Jia Heng leading a nun over and looked at Miao Yu.
Qin Keqing asked: "Husband, is this Master Miaoyu?"
While talking, Qin Keqing also looked at Miao Yu, and secretly marveled at the woman who was as cold as jade, with picturesque features, wearing a moon-white monk's robe, and practicing cultivation with her hair tied up.
Jia Heng nodded and introduced: "Master Miaoyu was originally from a family of officials. He has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child and has studied Buddhism deeply."
Miaoyu raised her eyes to look at the crowd of warblers and swallows, and a flash of surprise flashed deep in her bright eyes.
The house is full of beauty and beauty.
Miaoyu nodded at the looks cast by everyone, and her cold voice sounded as clear as a flying jade spring, "Miaoyu has met all the donors."
And at this moment, I don't know if it was a fateful encounter. I was holding a handkerchief, lowering my eyes and staring, falling into a kind of silent sadness. Xichun, listening to Miaoyu's voice, slowly raised his head and looked at that person.
The nun, who was like a snow lotus facing the wind on the top of an iceberg, moved her eyes slightly and pursed her lips.
Qin Keqing ordered: "Baozhu, bring a chair to Master Miaoyu."
Miaoyu thanked her and sat down.
Jia Heng pointed to Xichun and said, "Master Miaoyu, this is the sister Xichun I mentioned earlier."
Miaoyu followed the sound and looked at Xichun, only to see a petite little girl wearing a green lotus-colored coat and skirt, with a cold face, casting a pair of lonely eyes, with a bit of curiosity deep in her eyes.
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Miaoyu's heart moved inexplicably. She suddenly remembered Jia Heng's "cold and lonely" words just now, and her face looked thoughtful.
In fact, this is more like some kind of mutual attraction between people with a certain cold temperament.
Jia Heng asked: "Master Miaoyu, can we start now?"
Miaoyu nodded, ordered the little girl who was following him, handed the sandalwood to the maid Baozhu, closed her eyes, knocked on the wooden fish, and recited scriptures.
For a moment, the flower hall was filled with a lingering scent of sandalwood and the clear, soft sound of scriptures.
Jia Heng did not stay in the hall, but went out of the inner hall and stood under the eaves of the corridor, looking at the moon with his hands behind his hands.
To be honest, he didn't expect that Jia Zhen had died of illness a few years ago. The injury to his kidney meridian had lasted for at least a year or two. He could only say that he had been drained of his body by drinking and sex. In addition, he had been away from home because of the long journey to the army.
While she was thinking about it, the mother-in-law reported: "Uncle Heng, Uncle Xiao Rong is waiting for me in the flower hall in the front yard. I said I have something important to discuss with you."
After hearing this, Jia Heng retracted his thoughts, looked surprised, and walked towards the front hall.
At that time, Jia Rong was sitting in the flower hall in the front yard, already anxious and restless.
Jia Rong felt a little regretful when things came to a close. In turn, he thought of what he would do if Jia She got angry?
Is there still room for him in Ning Rong's Second Mansion?
Just when I was thinking about leaving quietly, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from far and near under the eaves of the corridor, and my heart sank. Then, a young man entered the hall holding a cotton curtain.
"Uncle Heng..." Jia Rong suppressed the entanglement in her heart, and when she saw Jia Heng, she stepped forward and saluted.
Jia Heng asked with a calm expression: "Brother Rong, if you don't go to the west of the city to report the funeral, what's the matter with me?"
Jia Rong looked troubled and looked at the maid serving Jia Heng.
Jia Heng's expression paused, knowing that something was wrong, he waved his hand and turned the maid away.
For a while, Jia Rong and Jia Heng were the only two people left in the hall.
"Plop!"
Jia Rong actually knelt down, took two steps on his knees, and begged: "Uncle Heng, save me..."
When Jia Heng heard this, his expression turned strange.
Uncle Heng saved me, if he hadn't married Qin Keqing...
He suppressed the weirdness in his heart, frowned, and said, "Brother Rong, what do you mean?"
Jia Rong said quickly: "Uncle Heng, my nephew has something to report."
With that, he told everything Jia She had told him. Finally, he raised his face and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Heng, my nephew really has no idea of making trouble, but the elder is forcing me to do so."
Well, my nephew can't do anything about it, so now my nephew is living with him."
The more Jia Rong talked, the more skillful he became, and a thought flashed through his mind. He had betrayed his father once by tipping him off, and this time was no different.
Jia Heng looked silent, thinking about the key points.
Jia She's method is to disgust him, ruin his reputation, and even whether Jia Jing follows the path designed by Jia She, it is a dilemma.
Because when Ning Guo changed people, he had already met Jia Jing, and Jia Jing's attitude was only four words: indifferent.
But Jia She's actions did nothing but disgust him.
If he really wants to pursue the case, he is afraid that Jia She will be the first to use Jia Rong to top the vat.
Jia Rong was obviously keenly aware of this, so he came to report it.
Jia Heng stretched out his hand to support me and said, "Brother Rong, get up first."
Jia Rong stood up tremblingly, lowered her eyebrows and said, "Uncle Heng, I have disobeyed the great master now, and I am afraid that the great master will not spare me."
Jia Heng muttered: "Don't worry about me, sir. This time you go south to help your father's spirit to be buried in Jinling. The prince will give you a sum of money to help you organize the funeral. You can take the opportunity to live in Jinling for a year or two."
, then no matter how much the master wants to take advantage of you, he will be beyond his reach."
Sending Jia Rong to the ancestral land of Jinling would be better than following Jia She in the sacred city, and it would also be a way to avoid future troubles.
As for eradicating the weeds?
Unless Jia Rong commits suicide on her own, otherwise, the gain is really not worth the loss, and it is very easy to cause some bad impressions.
On the contrary, keeping Jia Rong around can show people your magnanimity.
Of course, the premise is that Jia Rong keeps to herself.
Jia Rong's face changed drastically, and fear arose in her heart again. She was worried that if she left Shenjing, the sky was high and the emperor was far away, the sky would not respond, the earth would not work, and she would be poisoned.
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "Brother Rong, you are not young anymore. This time you will go back to Jinling to observe mourning for a few years. My father-in-law will give you a sum of money to help you get married. If you are in the capital, where the wind and waves are high,
As you saw not long ago, even my uncle’s house was hit by a war, so it would be better to go back to my hometown in Jinling and live a peaceful life."
Jia Rong's face changed. Hearing these words, she felt a little surprised and confused, but she met those irresistible eyes and said slowly, "Uncle Heng, I am willing to return to Jinling."
Jia Heng nodded, the coldness in his eyes slightly subdued, and said: "Let other people go first to report the funeral. Tomorrow, you come with me to Xuanzhen Temple to meet Mr. Jing."
After saying that, he added: "It's getting late, so you should go back and rest first."
Jia Rong responded submissively and said goodbye.
After Jia Rong left, Jia Heng's face darkened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Jia She is now a toad lying on his feet, not biting but disgusting.
Let Jia Rong instigate Jia Jing to make trouble. Although he can ask Jia Mu and Jia Zheng to intervene to calm it down, the real trouble will cause trouble and eventually cause some bad effects.
It is said that rumors are like swords, three people can become tigers, many words can make gold, but accumulation can destroy bones.
Especially Jia Jing and Jia Rong, the grandfather and grandson, come out to cause trouble. In the eyes of people who don't know the truth...
If there is no movement between these two people, then even if there are one or two false rumors, it will not be a big deal.
He is now in charge of the Beijing camp and is being watched by many people for his mistakes. He needs to try his best to avoid getting involved in this whirlpool of family unrest.
"Jia She can't stay anymore. After this new year, we have to take action." Jia Heng thought, left the flower hall, turned and walked towards the backyard.
As soon as she arrived at the corridor, she saw a graceful and graceful girl standing in the pavilion at the end of the corridor, her profile illuminated by the lights was soft and graceful.
"Sister." Jia Heng called from afar. He came closer and asked in a gentle voice, "Why are you standing here?"
At this time, Yuanchun turned his face to a plump and beautiful face like a peony stamen, looked at Jia Heng quietly, smiled and said: "Brother Heng, you are feeling bored in there, come out and get some fresh air."
Jia Heng smiled and asked, "Master Miaoyu is still reciting scriptures in the room?"
With Yuanchun's temperament, he probably didn't like chanting sutras.
Yuan Chun's voice was soft and soft as he said: "Master Miaoyu's Dharma is profound and profound. Just reciting the sutra makes people feel empty and sad."
"So, the eldest sister just hid?" Jia Heng said with a chuckle.
Yuan Chun turned to look at Jia Heng and chuckled. His gentle and gentle brows and eyes revealed a grace that moved people's hearts. His clear eyes were as bright as obsidian: "Brother Heng, isn't that the same? I just saw Brother Heng hiding from a general."
Out."
Jia Heng looked at the girl who was smiling sweetly, then turned to look at the bright moon in the sky, and said: "As for the way to transform the outside world, I still like the Taoist saying of Lao Zhuang, which is to carry flying immortals to travel, and to hold the bright moon for eternity.
, Fuliezi walked against the wind, calm and kind, and returned after ten and five days. He was really not interested in the Buddhist theory of universal salvation. Moreover, I felt that one should not study Buddhism even in his prime. Buddhism is vast and boundless, passive and escaping from the world, and ordinary people
It’s hard to achieve anything if you spend your whole life. Inadvertently, you will waste years.”
This is actually what Nan Huaijin said in later generations: young people should not study Buddhism and Yi studies. They will spend their entire lives without achieving anything. When they suddenly look up, they find that their youth is wasted and their time is running out.
This is not the saddest thing. What is even sadder is that you have taken the wrong path without knowing it.
Yuan Chun's bright eyes flashed, his red lips parted slightly, and on his plump and quiet jade face, he said softly: "I also agree with what Brother Heng said. Buddhism and Taoism advocate rebirth, but if you haven't joined the world, how can you talk about rebirth? We wait.
I am not old enough, I am not fully aware of human affairs, I have not lived in the hustle and bustle of the world, but I have learned the method of escaping from the world, accompanied by the green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, but I have failed to live up to God's generous gift."
Hearing this, Jia Heng looked at the girl with shining eyes and gentle eyebrows, smiled and said: "What the eldest sister said is that life in the world is like a traveler from afar."
Speaking of which, this was the first time that Yuanchun and I talked about life like this.
Compared with Tanchun and Daiyu, Yuanchun is undoubtedly mentally mature, and his conversations with him are quite congenial.
When Yuanchun heard the words, his eyes fell on the young man's face, he smiled softly, and looked up at the bright moon above his head. The moon in the winter night was as cold as frost, and the wind from the courtyard blew against his face. There was something in his heart that said
Unbreakable peace.
Jia Heng suddenly opened his mouth and said, "My eldest sister is good at playing the harp, and she has some natural skills. To be honest, I have never heard my eldest sister talk about the harp."
Yuan Chun smiled softly and subconsciously wanted to say that Sister Keqing... But for some unknown reason, when the words came to his lips, the topic suddenly changed: "I haven't played for a long time. In fact, it has become a lot more jerky. If Brother Heng wants to hear it, I will give it to you some other time."
