While the two were talking, Dong Qian suddenly came into the courtyard with a hurried look. He entered the kitchen house with a solemn expression, panting slightly, and said urgently: "The torture has come out, it's at Shuiyue Temple outside the city.
, then Lai Sheng and others will be sent to Jingzhao Yamen."
A faint light flashed in Jia Heng's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Cai, without further ado, please quickly send the bandit to Jingzhao Yamen. My brother and I will go to Shuiyue Nunnery."
Cai Quan responded, clasped his fists, and left first.
"Brother," Jia Heng raised his eyes and looked at Dong Qian, but hesitated to speak.
"Let's go together." Dong Qian looked fiercely and said in a low voice.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, nodded heavily, and said, "I'll go to the house first to explain."
At this moment, in the east window, in the wing room, Qin Keqing is sitting on the bed, dressed in a fiery red wedding dress, sitting elegantly, with her slender hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, listening to the noise outside the courtyard, and Yan Ran under the red hijab.
Yurong was slightly flushed, and at this moment she felt her heart beating very fast.
At this moment, along with the sound of footsteps, the voice of the maid Baozhu sounded, "Sir, why did you...come in? The guests haven't left yet..."
Qin Keqing's slender hands that were folded together tightened. Listening to the conversation between the two behind the screen, her face was as charming as flowers, and her cheeks were burning hot.
"I have something urgent and I won't be back until later. Please take good care of grandma." Jia Heng looked at the maid opposite and said warmly.
While talking, he took off the sword hanging on the wall, turned around and left.
"Alas, young master..." Baozhu and Ruizhu looked at each other and called out.
Jia Heng took the sword, then bowed his head and said something to Aunt Cai, and then he and Dong Qian left the yard, got on their horses, and galloped towards Shuiyue Temple outside the city.
Shuiyuean
The night was blurry and the candlelight was dim. In the Zen room, on both sides of a small table, two people sat opposite each other and drank tea.
Jia Zhen smiled, raised her eyes to look at the old nun Jingxu opposite, put down the tea cup in her hand, and said, "I'm really sorry for disturbing Master Tai Jingjing."
Thinking of how soon Lai Sheng would take the young lady of the Qin family to accomplish good deeds in this pure place of Buddhism, I felt an unspeakable throbbing in my heart.
Jingxu put a smile on his face and said: "The poor nun rarely comes here. Although today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Uncle Zhen is not happy in the house, but he worships the Buddha in a humble place, which makes the poor nun shine."
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The Jia family donated a lot of money for sesame oil to Shuiyue Nunnery every year, so she needed to be treated well when facing the head of Ningguo.
Jia Zhen stroked her short beard under her chin with her hands, feeling happy in her heart. She smiled and made a sharp remark, saying: "Happiness is not there, but here."
While the two were talking, a nun came in and said, "Abbott, the wing has been tidied up. Please ask Uncle Zhen to move."
"The house is humble and simple, so please give me a hand."
Jia Zhen stood up and said with a smile: "It's getting late, Master, please rest early."
While talking, Jia Zhen left the Zen room and walked to the door of the Buddha statue hall, pausing for a moment.
At that time, the bright moon was high in the sky, as bright as silver, and the breeze was blowing from all directions. The branches and leaves were whirling. Jia Zhen stood under the eaves of the main hall, with her back to the statue of the Buddhist altar behind her. She saw only the moonlight paved in the courtyard and on the stone steps.
Dyeing, like accumulated water, is empty. When I first realized that it was the You hour, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious in my heart. I asked the boy standing by and said, "Go and see, why hasn't that slave Lai Sheng come over yet?"
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In order to deceive others, he only brought one boy with him, who was usually capable and cautious.
The boy took the order and was about to turn away when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hoofbeats in the silent night. He jumped over the green wall of Shuiyue Temple covered with moss and vines, and landed on Jia Zhen'er.
By the side.
"Here we come, go and have a look!" Jia Zhen said anxiously to the boy with a happy face. Then, before the boy walked away, she said, "Master, I will go and see for myself."
The moon is bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the autumn wind is slightly cool, but Jia Zhen still feels that her heart is burning like fire, and her lower belly is burning with desire. Behind her, in the main hall of Shuiyue Temple, on top of the shrine and Buddha statue, a butter lamp is burning quietly, and the golden eyes of the Guanyin Buddha are slightly lowered.
, compassionate and compassionate.
On the mountain road, the horse's hooves stepped on the smooth and flat bluestone road, making a soft squeaking sound.
Under the moonlight, the two young men on horseback got off their horses and tied their horses to a small tree in front of the memorial archway of Shuiyue Temple. The cold moonlight shone on the earth, as bright as day.
"This is it!" Dong Qian looked up at the three characters "Shuiyue Temple" on the plaque, looked at each other and Jia Heng, and whispered.
Jia Heng raised his eyes and looked at Shuiyue'an, his eyes flashed. The three words Shuiyue'an reminded him of a poem, in which he pitifully embroidered the Hou family girl, lying alone next to the ancient Buddha with a green lantern.
"Go in."
The two went to the door and found that the door was ajar. They were about to push it open, but saw it opened from the inside.
"Mr. Lai, you're finally here. I'm waiting for you... eh? Are you..." The boy was talking, looking at the two young men in the moonlight, just in a daze.
"You stupid bitch!" Before Dong Qian could take action, Jia Heng raised his foot and kicked the boy in the stomach.
The boy screamed, tearing the silent night sky, and making Jia Zhen, who had been following all the way, froze in place.
Jia Heng ignored the groaning boy on the ground and went straight into the inner room. He raised his eyes and met Jia Zhen's panicked and frightened eyes.
Jia Zhen closed her eyes at this moment. When she saw the person clearly, she lost her voice and said, "You...why are you here?"
"Old guy, you're looking for death!" Jia Heng snorted coldly. After a few quick dashes, he rushed towards Jia Zhen, grabbed the collar of Jia Zhen who turned around and ran away, lifted him up and said, "Old guy, I want to
Blind your heart!"
He grabbed the collar, rounded his palm, and slapped Jia Zhen on the face. There was a crackling sound, and soon the thin face was swollen like a pig's head.
Jia Zhen groaned in pain, swollen Lao Gao's cheeks, squeezed her little eyes together, her mung bean-sized eyes shot out with malicious light, and shouted: "Jia Heng, if you dare, beat me to death! That little Qin family's little one
Wife... Hehe, sooner or later I will cuckold you!"
Jia Heng sneered, his eyebrows were sinister and his eyes were bloodshot. He raised his fist and swung it towards Jia Zhen's face, but Dong Qian, who was following behind, grabbed his arm tightly.
Dong Qian's eyes were cold and resolute, and he shook his head gently.
This scene seemed to give Jia Zhen some confidence. She let out a hoarse laugh like a night harrier, and threatened and cursed: "I... I am an official of the imperial court, a powerful general of the third rank... If you dare to beat me to death, you will...
Death!"
Jia Heng sneered and said: "How dare you speak harshly when you are about to die!"
He couldn't kill Jia Zhen on the spot and had to wait for the court to deal with it, but that didn't mean he wouldn't do anything.
It can also make his life worse than death. With a prepared punch, Dong Qian suddenly opened his palm and aimed at a certain position on Jia Zhen's waist. The punch penetrated the body and cut off the Yin and pulse.
This is a way to destroy the kidney meridian. It does not damage the outside or inside, but directly takes the source of the kidney meridian. The kidney water will gradually fail. At first, it will not be lifted, and then it will take as short as one year, and as slow as two years, and death will occur with blood in the urine. At that time, even if there is any intention,
Even if you have doubts, it’s hard to get a glimpse into it.
However, among the internal boxing moves he learned in his previous life, they were also very sinister moves.
After receiving a punch, Jia Zhen just grunted and felt numbness in her waist and eyes, but she didn't feel anything wrong. She wanted to curse, but was punched in the stomach by Jia Heng again, and she felt sour water welling up in her stomach.
, his facial features were distorted, tears were streaming down his face, and he could not utter a single word of threats or curses.
"Brother, let's take him to Jingzhao Yamen, hurry!" Jia Heng said in a deep voice.
Dong Qian nodded and said in a deep voice: "I just tied up that boy and took him to Jingzhao Yamen for Mr. Xu to interrogate him together."
With that said, he went to tie up Jia Zhen.
The movement here finally attracted the attention of Jingxu, the abbot of Shuiyue Temple, and the nuns, who came out with lanterns to check.
"Who are you?" Jingxu's face changed drastically and he asked.
At this time, Dong Qian had already taken out the rope and tied up Jia Zhen, stuffed the rag into Jia Zhen's mouth, took out a black iron token, and shouted: "The Five Cities Military and Horse Division is arresting the murderer. It is official business for the imperial court, so no one else is asking!"
Jingxu's face changed slightly, and with courage, he stepped forward and said, "Did this official make a mistake? This person is the patriarch of Jia Mansion and Ningguo Mansion. How can he be a murderer?"
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "The thief is cunning and disguises himself as the head of the Jia family of Ningguo. Master, look at it again. Is this person really the head of the Ningguo family?"
As he spoke, he grabbed Jia Zhen's clothes and faced Jingxu with her red, swollen and distorted face.
He wanted to prevaricate first to prevent this old nun from reporting to the Ningguo Mansion and to buy time for the interrogation of Jingzhao Yinxulu.
Under the moonlight, Master Jingxu took a closer look at Jia Zhen, and saw that the face of the person opposite her was swollen, her hair was disheveled, and there was blood oozing from the corners of her mouth. For a moment, she... didn't dare to recognize her.
"This, this..." Jingxu looked hesitant and said calmly: "It doesn't seem like..."
Jia Heng said: "Master, please take a rest. The two of us have to return to the Yamen."