Chapter 454 Jia Heng: You should kill yourself and thank Junen, so as not to delay the disaster
Clan...
Rongguo Mansion, Rongxi Hall.
As the guards of the inner police factory escorted Jia She, Jia Lian and his son walked out of the main hall. The wind and rain in the courtyard became more and more intensive, and the rain under the eaves also blew down like broken pearls and fell on the stone steps, making a sound.
Cool sound.
Mrs. Xing, Jia She's wife, stood dumbly under the eaves of the corridor. With the help of Wang Shanbao's family, she could barely support herself and looked at Jia She.
As for how many couples have a relationship, it is not always the case. Most of them are confused and at a loss.
If something happens to Jia She and Jia Lian, who should she rely on for the rest of her life?
As for Mrs. Wang, her face was expressionless, her eyes were looking indifferently at the rain and fog clinging to the courtyard outside, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Aunt Xue looked at the cheerful young man, and then turned to look at the sad-looking Mother Jia. For some reason, the resentment that had remained in her heart because of her son Xue Pan's incident had completely dissipated.
Aunt Xue suddenly woke up and realized that this kind of mentality was like taking pleasure in others' misfortunes. Aunt Xue turned her eyes from side to side and quickly lowered her head slightly, for fear of being discovered.
Jia Mu's face was now pale, she closed her eyes tightly, and her heart was extremely sad, not only for Jia She and his son, but also for the faint worry of "removal from the title".
Fortunately, this old lady from Rongguo, who has seen off her father-in-law, parents, and husband, has a tolerance threshold for the pain of bereavement that is definitely not too low.
Therefore, filtering out some trivial emotions and pointing to the essence, it is more of a sadness about losing the title of Rongguo.
Yuanyang, Li Wan was supporting Jia Mu on the side. Although there was a look of sadness on his face, if you look closely, it seems that it was mostly superficial.
The two of them obviously had no sympathy for Jia She's imprisonment.
With Ping'er's support, Sister Feng's usually bright and charming face turned pale and without a trace of blood. Because her face was stained with tears, it became even more haggard and weak. The strong spirit flying between her eyebrows also disappeared.
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Dai Quan ordered people to take Jia She and his son out, then turned to look at Jia Heng.
Jia Heng said: "Father, although Jia She and his son have a lot of evil deeds, they are related to the dignity of Rongguo. If there is no need for punishment, it is better not to use punishment as much as possible."
Of course, this was meant more for Jia Mu and the other female relatives.
His "cold" words just now need some harmless gentleness to dilute them.
Sure enough, when Jia Mu heard this, she couldn't help but feel hope again. She cast her old eyes on the young man and her deep voice seemed to be pleading: "Brother Heng..."
"Don't worry, Jia Ziyu. Once the details are interrogated, the confessions and files are compiled, and submitted to His Majesty for further treatment. If the two of them do not resist the law and deceive His Majesty, our family will not resort to torture methods." Dai Quan said.
Even if we have grasped the clues of Jia She and Jia Lian's smuggling, it is impossible to punish a noble person, and he is a descendant of Rongguo, without the punishment of death.
Jia Heng thought for a while and said in a low voice: "As for that confidential matter, tomorrow I will go to the factory office in person to discuss and plan with Eunuch Dai."
Dai Quan smiled and said: "There is no need to work hard. Will Ziyu not be on duty at the military aircraft office tomorrow? All the details can be explained in front of the Holy One."
"That's okay." Jia Heng nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll do you a favor, Eunuch."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Dai Quan whispered.
Then, Jia Heng and Qu Lang saw Dai Quan and the factory guards off together, opened umbrellas one after another, and pushed away the rain that was rolling down the sky.
As soon as Jia Heng left the Rongqing Hall, Jia Mu could no longer hold back. She looked at Jia Zheng with her old eyes sadly and said urgently: "Zheng'er, how will the Holy Father deal with your brother's case?"
Jia Zheng's elegant face was clouded with worry, and he let out a long sigh and said: "Mother, now that things have happened, my brother is afraid that... the situation will be worse than bad."
How else to deal with it? It was at the Beijing-Cha checkpoint, and in full view of everyone, it was not easy to save one's life.
Jia Mu's face changed slightly and she said anxiously: "Where is Lian'er?"
No matter how worried you are about your title, it’s hard to talk about it, what should you do with your title in Rongguo?
He was just asking about Jia Lian's safety and making insinuations.
In fact, no one has ever inherited a title as a punishment for sin.
Sister Feng also turned to look at Jia Zheng, her heart also in her throat.
Jia Zheng shook his head, with worries in his eyes. He looked at the gentle breeze and drizzle in the courtyard, and his distracted eyes fell on the wet ridge of the archway in the front yard. He murmured: "I don't know about this either.
I hope I don’t have to worry about my life.”
Sister Feng's heart trembled and she closed her eyes again. Two lines of clear tears flowed from Danfeng's eyes. Ping'er on the side quickly took the handkerchief and handed it over.
Jia Mu said anxiously: "When Brother Heng comes back, we need to ask him what to do. He is getting favored by the Holy Spirit now. Let's see if he can ask for grace to come down."
Although Jia Shecai's words seemed out of place, they fell in Jia Mu's ears and she listened to them, becoming moved by them.
"Mother, I heard from Prime Minister Dai that Zi Yu was almost implicated in his brother's smuggling case at the court meeting. If he is allowed to enter the palace to seek grace, I'm afraid he himself will be implicated." Jia Zheng frowned.
He whispered, although he didn't say it explicitly, but he also tried to dispel Jia Mu's thoughts.
Jia Mu opened her mouth and finally sighed.
How could she not know that when she saw Brother Heng's attitude just now, he seemed to be very determined, and it was obvious that he didn't want to take care of it anymore.
It's also true that I, Lian'er, was in charge of his official position some time ago...
Um?
Thinking of her official position, Jia Mu suddenly reacted and felt panic in her heart. Isn't there nothing in Rongguo Mansion now?
This "hindsight" discovery was like a terrifying thought, which almost overwhelmed Jia Mu like a tide. She felt a sore nose and cried: "What evil have I done!"
Li Wan, Aunt Xue, Yuanyang and others, seeing Jia Mu acting like this, all came to try to persuade her.
Along with the sound of jingling rings, the fragrant fragrance lingering around the clothes filled the room.
Chai Dai, Yuanchun, Tanchun, Yingchun, and Xing Xiuyan led a group of maids, one after another, lifted the curtain into Rongqing Hall, and came to persuade Jia Mu.
But no one knew the deepest worries in Jia Mu’s heart, and of course they couldn’t speak from her heart. How could she be persuaded?
Until a while later, someone from Lin Zhixiao's family shouted outside, "Uncle Heng is back."
Jia Mufang held back her tears, wiped away her tears, and looked intently, only to see a tall and upright young man with a calm expression walking into the Hall of Honor.
"Brother Heng." Jia Mu hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
Yuanchun, Yingchun, Tanchun, Xiangyun, and Chaidai all looked at the young man with a cold face.
Before Jia's mother could say anything, Jia Heng said: "If the old lady pleads for these two father and son, there is no need! Now the case of the two of them colluding with the generals and smuggling has attracted the attention of the civil and military officials of the entire court, let alone me.
, even the Holy One cannot protect, condone, or tolerate adultery. Otherwise, how can the glorious laws of the Han Dynasty survive in the world? If Jia She has even the slightest concern for the family, he should commit suicide to thank the king for his kindness, so as not to bring disaster to the family and humiliate the ancestors!"
When Jia Mu heard this, her complexion suddenly changed, she was so frightened that she couldn't say a word.
Suicide...
Mrs. Xing and Mrs. Wang were all shocked. For some reason, when they saw the young man with sinister features, a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on their backs.
Yuanchun was listening on the sidelines, his beautiful face showing a trance.
Just because these words were what Jia Heng had said to Yuan Chun when he was concerned about whether Baoyu was kneeling in the ancestral hall, his attitude was almost the same and could not be shaken.
Jia Heng's face was calm, and his eyes glanced at the fresh faces that looked like peaches and plums. Then he looked at Jia's mother and whispered: "If the old lady thinks that I am favored by the Holy Spirit and can do whatever I want, then you are totally wrong."
!Of course, if I hadn’t been at the right time, just because Jia She colluded with the border generals and smuggled goods, I, Rong Ning, would have been burdened by him. I’m afraid the person who came today would not be a familiar internal prisoner, but Prince Zhongshun.
Wait, at that time, if my Jia family had not been dragged into a place of eternal destruction, the old lady thought he would give up and let it go? It would just be the ups and downs of the officialdom, the destruction of the family..."
As soon as these words were spoken, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew up outside, blowing the curtains and entering the room, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
There are some things that can be understood without careful consideration.
shudder!
There was a layer of worry between Tan Chunying's angry eyebrows, and she thought to herself, I'm afraid that the day will come when the men will be exiled and the women will be admitted to the Jiaofang Division...
Mother Jia's face was pale. When she heard Jia Heng's words, it felt like a big stone was stuck in her throat. How could she not know this?
Jia Heng raised his eyes to look at Jia Mu, then turned to look at the plaque above the main hall of Rongxi Hall. After a while, his voice seemed softer and more ethereal, and said: "I am not saying this to be alarmist or to intimidate the old lady...
When people live in the world, they must always be in awe. It is said that the human heart is like iron and the official law is like a furnace! Regardless of whether there are gods in the head, good and evil are rewarded, but remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet, drinking water and thinking of the source, if not my ancestors of the Jia family
Back then, when they put their heads on their waistbands, fought bloody battles, and risked their lives to create such a small foundation, how could Jia She and his son be so unscrupulous today? How could future generations have such beautiful clothes and angry horses? How could they have the splendor of the entire family?
Food?"
What he said at this moment was to directly denounce him as the leader of the Jia clan.
He had his own reasons for not saving Jia She and his son, and this reason was upright, serious, and well-intentioned... and not because of some ridiculous personal grudge.
When Yuan Chun heard this, his face paused slightly, and he looked at the young man blankly, not knowing what emotions he felt in his heart.
At this moment, Xing Xiuyan also displayed tranquility, her beautiful face pursed her lips, and a layer of strange color appeared between her tranquil brows and eyes.
This Uncle Heng is really... a strange man.
Listening to what Jia Heng said, Jia's mother paused for a moment, sighed, but still refused to give up and said: "Brother Heng, now that father and son have violated the national law, I have nothing to say, but will the title of Rongguo be returned?"
Can I keep it? This is the inheritance of our ancestors, and we must not lose it... Otherwise, even if I am in the darkest place, I will not be able to see the ancestors of the Jia family."
At this time, Mrs. Wang suddenly heard Jia Mu's words and unconsciously clenched the Buddhist beads in her hand. She glanced at her niece from the corner of her eye.
Yes, Jia Lian has no children.
Sister Feng's delicate body trembled, her face turned pale, and she stared at several people, feeling a sense of sadness in her heart.
As soon as her husband's accident happened, the clan began to worry about her title. Even the old lady she served with all her heart...
Facing everyone's gaze, Jia Heng said calmly: "This matter still depends on the emperor's will."
If Emperor Chongping was more particular about the title of Rong Guofu, he would not have taken it back. In other words, even if he took it back temporarily, as long as he had not lost power, he would still be favored.
Mother Jia panicked and said subconsciously: "Brother Heng, can you ask the palace for grace and give Baoyu the title to inherit..."
Mrs. Wang's breath froze, her eyes brightened, and her cheeks showed a strange flush. The title was as good as Baoyu, that was simply...
Mrs. Xing raised her head in horror and looked at Jia Mu, seemingly in disbelief.
How does this happen?
But even if she wants to fight, how can she fight if she has no children?
No, if Cong'er inherits the title and she is still the legitimate mother, wouldn't that mean...
Mrs. Xing's mind fluctuated and her expression changed.
Fortunately, no one noticed Mrs. Xing's face at this moment.
However, before Jia Heng could express his position, Jia Zheng suddenly changed his expression and said: "Mom, my brother has just been imprisoned, how can he be so concerned about his title and fame? How can Kuang Baoyu be so virtuous and capable? How can he take the title and worship his ancestors? Not to mention my brother.
There is also a concubine, it is simply unreasonable!"
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she felt sad. She glanced at her husband and immediately felt resentment in her heart.
Master, is this a mistake in your studies?
This is a title, an iron crop that guarantees harvest despite drought and floods!
If Baoyu got a title, he would just stop reading if he didn't like reading. He would always have endless glory and wealth to enjoy in his lifetime.
At this moment, Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "Let's not talk about the emperor's thoughts. Just talk about the eldest master's lineage and a concubine. This matter is not feasible. What's more, he lost his title due to crime... In the past, Jia Zhen was cruel, Brother Rong
I have never used the title of nobility, there are precedents."
After the first-class Shenwei General, he was demoted to the third-class general, which may not be a big deal to others, but it is very important to Rong Mansion.
Hearing this, Jia Mu held Jia Heng's arm tightly, her tone almost pleading, and said: "Brother Heng, you must keep the title left by your ancestors no matter what."
Jia Heng frowned and said: "Old lady, you can only do your best in this matter, and you can't force it."
After pondering for a moment, Jia Mu didn't wait for her to continue her entanglement, and said: "Old lady, you have been busy today, and you are tired after thinking about it. Let's have some lunch first. Yuanyang will ask someone to prepare the meal, and we will use it when we return to Rongqing Hall."
At this time, it was almost noon, and it was dinner time. Not only Jia Mu, Feng Wan, Chai Dai, San Chun, and Xiang Yun were not eating.
He wanted to leave, but Jia Mu was holding on to her sleeves tightly to prevent him from leaving. He was relieved that he would finish eating later.
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Let’s talk about King Zhongshun again. King Zhongshun came down from the court and got into a beautifully decorated carriage. Zhou Shun, the chief historian of the palace who had been waiting for a long time, also put away his umbrella and then got into the carriage. As soon as he sat down, he asked: "Your Majesty.
, what should I say about today’s court meeting?”
King Zhongshun's face was as gloomy as the sky outside the carriage was covered with clouds, and he said coldly: "I impeached Jia She. Everything was fine originally. Mr. Yang Ge from the cabinet and the imperial censor of Kedao all supported the impeachment, but who knew that Jia Heng
I have been prepared for a long time, and I also reported it to the Holy One today for the Jia She case, and this move is beyond my expectation!"
Hearing this, Zhou Changshi's face changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "Did the prince say that my son has also prepared a memorial?"
There was a vague suspicion in my heart, but I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it carefully.
Immediately asked: "Who will preside over the Jia She case?"
"The Holy One said that Jia She's case involved a confidential matter, so he did not grant my request." When mentioning this matter, King Zhongshun was both depressed and regretful.
I originally thought that revenge would be nothing more than "hand-to-hand", but I didn't expect that it didn't work out, and instead aroused the suspicion of the Holy Emperor. When I thought about it, the gain outweighed the loss, and I regretted that I had to go into battle naked.
Zhou Changshi pondered for a moment and asked, "I wonder what your Majesty plans to do with Jia She and his son?"
"I've handed it over to the Internal Affairs Bureau for questioning. I'm looking at you. Why do you mean to cover up or prevaricate for your child?" King Zhongshun frowned and said.
Zhou Changshi shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry. This case is being watched by all the officials of both the government and the public. It is during the period of investigation in Beijing. If the case is not dealt with impartially, I'm afraid people will be dissatisfied and the public will be furious."
"Having said that, I can't do the trial in person, so I always feel...unsatisfied." King Zhongshun said, and sighed again.
The cold light in Zhou Changshi's eyes flashed, and he whispered: "No matter what, the prince has cut off an arm of the Jia family, and the prince can let out a bad breath. If he touches that kid again, he will have to wait until his army is defeated and the holy family declines.
Make another plot."
"Then I will wait for him to fail." King Zhongshun nodded and said coldly.