Jia Heng raised his eyes, looked at Jia Mu attentively, cupped his hands, and responded in silence.
"Brother Rong, bring me the family registration." Seeing Jia Heng's silence, Jia's mother sighed in her heart and ordered Jia Rong.
When Jia Rong heard this, she held a thin booklet with gold foil and maroon leather in her hand. On the booklet, there was a record of the names of the Jia people. She bowed down and whispered: "Old ancestor."
Jia's mother opened the family book and found a page that had been folded. It recorded the names of Jia Heng's father and ancestors, as well as a genealogy map.
Jia Qiang on the side held a gold plate and two brushes dipped in cinnabar ink, placing them on the brush washer.
At this time, Jia Mu picked up the writing brush, glanced at Youshi, and said: "You are the chief wife of the clan leader. According to the reasons, you can write down the reasons with paper and pen to calculate the expulsion."
You's jade face was as delicate as frost. Hearing this, he took the brush and said softly: "The old lady is highly virtuous and respected, so it is said that she should be the one to write."
The corner of Jia Mu's mouth moved, but a thought flashed through her heart. Who said she was highly respected just now?
Before she could think about it carefully, Sister Feng Danfeng on the side flashed her eyes and said softly: "Sister-in-law You, since the old lady loves and protects the younger generation, you can just accept this."
This statement is both thoughtful and beautiful.
You couldn't help but refuse any more. Facing the gazes of Jia Mu, Sister Feng and others, You finally nodded, and with a face as bright as a peach, she said seriously: "Then I will try my best to do it."
With that said, he took the cinnabar brush and pointed it towards the genealogy held in Jia Rong's palm.
Although You was born in a small family, he also studied in a boudoir. At this moment, he was holding the pen on his wrist, and the sleeves of his skirt fell down, revealing a section of frosty wrist.
He paused for a moment under the list, facing looks that were either expectant, gloomy, or indifferent, under Jia Heng's name.
Juanjuan wrote a line of small words on the tip of the pen, "On August 18th, the 14th year of Chongping, Jiaheng of Ningguo got married and established a career, and became independent from the clan. The emperor and heaven learned from him, and his descendants were enlightened."
This scene fell in everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
Sister Feng and Li Wan also looked at each other and saw a sense of relief in each other's eyes.
"This matter is finally over." Sister Feng thought to herself.
Looking at the young man who stood tall and solemn with a stern face, Li Wan thought of a sentence in his mind, "One is separated from the other, everyone is happy." Although it was not appropriate for the situation, it was very appropriate.
Mrs. Wang's originally lowered eyes were slightly raised, and she glanced at Jia Heng expressionlessly. She pinched the Buddhist beads in her hand, lowered her eyebrows slightly, and said a Buddha's name in her heart.
As for Jia She, he just sneered and looked at Jia Heng coldly, with a flash of sarcasm in his heart.
With the expulsion of citizenship, do you think this is the end of the matter?
Idiot's dream!
Little guy, if he doesn’t have the skin of a Jia clan member, don’t blame him for being cruel!
Jia Heng's cousin, his name seems to be Dong Qian, and he is currently serving in the Military and Horse Department of the Five Cities, under Qiu Liang, and that Cai Quan, none of these bastards can even think of running away!
After You finished writing this, he put down his brush, turned his bright eyes, glanced at the young man in green shirt, and sighed quietly.
Jia Rong's eyes were filled with joy, and she said softly: "Madam, I still need to use the seal."
You nodded, untied it, took the seal, dipped it in red mud, and stamped the words "Expelled from the Family" after Jia Heng.
Then, Jia Rong looked at the genealogy book, turned to Jia Mu, and said, "Old lady, don't you say anything here."
As the nominal elder of the Jia family, Jia's mother can also write at the end of the book with a cinnabar pen.
Jia Heng looked at this scene coldly and did not speak, neither urging nor obstructing him with words.
Jia's mother picked up the writing brush, thought for a while, and wrote two words after Jia Heng's name: the clan status was eliminated and the lineage was eliminated.
In fact, this is still a bit angry, which means that Jia Heng's lineage has no connection with Ningguo Mansion.
Before Jia Rong presented the seal, Jia Mu had the seal, took it from Yuanyang's hand, and stamped it at the end of the book.
And with the witness of Jia's mother, the expulsion of the Jia family came to an end.
Jia Heng smiled softly, looked at Jia Rong, and said, "Brother Rong, what do you need me to write?"
Jia Rong's face turned bitter, and she wanted to laugh along with him, but in front of the clan members, she couldn't be kind to the "enemy" who sent her father in, and replied stiffly: "That's not necessary."
"Is the expulsion of citizenship finished?" Jia Heng asked again, suddenly remembering something, and said: "Tear that page open and let me take it away."
Jia Rong was surprised and said, "What are you taking away for?"
Isn't the matter of removing one's nationality a matter of keeping a record of the clan's genealogy and leaving the person who has left the country to find his own place?
What to take away?
Not only Jia Rong was confused, but even Jia Zheng, who thought the matter was over and sighed, raised his head and looked at the young man in green shirt with confusion.
Li Wan and Sister Feng also looked at the young man, somewhat wondering what medicine was being sold in the gourd.
Jia's mother looked at Jia Heng with an indifferent expression. Now that she had finished all her duties, she felt a little calmer. After all, her anger had subsided, and the black clouds in the sky had dispersed.
In the ancestral hall, the Jia family members who were originally watching indifferently looked strange, but this was the center of the ancestral hall and the atmosphere was majestic and there was no room for laughter.
Jia Heng didn't have much laughter. He gently took the genealogy from the hand of Jia Rong who was stunned, found his own page, and was about to tear it up.
Jia Rong's face became anxious and she quickly said: "Master Jia...Uncle Heng, don't tear it apart. There are words on the back. It belongs to Brother Qiang's family."
Jia Qiang's face darkened, she cursed secretly in her heart, and her handsome face showed an anxious look. If his family tree was taken away, would he also be considered "expired"?
Jia Heng glanced at Jia Qiang, who immediately gave him a smile and said: "Uncle Heng, don't tear it, don't tear it."
At this time, Youshi, who was slightly open-mouthed, also recovered from the surprise and looked at the young man blankly, with a faint feeling of ridicule in his heart.
Sister Feng blinked with widened eyes. She recovered from the shock and was about to speak.
At this time, Jia Lian signaled Sister Feng with his eyes, stood up and said, "Master Jia..."
Just now his father was scolded, and he didn't even dare to breathe. Now he has to make amends.
Jia Heng waved his hand, indicating that Jia Lian didn't need to say more. He met the eyes of Jia Mu and the Jia clan and others, and said: "The matter has come to this, it is useless to talk more. The nobles and I, Jia Heng, have nothing to do with each other anymore, and there is no need for you to get involved."
,Farewell."
He is still very principled. If it were just his family tree, he would really want to take it away to avoid further troubles, but there is also Jia Qiang's in it, so he is not good at it.
When Jia Rong tipped him off, Jia Qiang was by the side and kept tight-lipped. No matter what the reason was, it was not easy for him to implicate innocent people.
A real man knows his grudges clearly, so why bother others.
Jia Heng said, pressed his sword, straightened his appearance, and stepped out with his head held high, leaving behind the thoughts of all kinds of people behind him.
Above the central hall, there is a portrait of Duke Ning Rong hanging. His gaze seemed to be watching Jia Heng leave the ancestral hall until the young man in green shirt climbed down the stairs.
It is almost noon now, and the autumn sunshine shines on the four characters in the main hall above Jia's ancestral hall, "Pursue the distance with caution", and the golden light reflects the sun, shining brightly.
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Ningrong Street
At midnight on Ningrong Street, there had just been an autumn rain. On the clean bluestone road, the sound of horse hooves could be heard. Surrounded by several knights in splendid attire, a man riding a maroon horse headed towards Ningguo.
Come to the government.
Riding first, there was an eunuch sitting on the saddle. He was in his early fifties, with gray hair and eyes like a falcon. He wore a wingless black crown with a mountain shape on his head. There was an emerald gem in the center of the crown, and two ribbons were tied along the cheek.
submandibular.
If the Ming Palace is not in charge of palace supervision, then who is it?
This father-in-law, who bowed down in the Daming Palace and made everyone smile when he saw him, was now dressed in a red python and dark black attire, and a black cloak. He stood with his head held high and stood in front of the gate of Ning Mansion, dismounting from his horse.
Throwing the reins casually, a guard from the inner factory took it over.
The official looked at the hurried servants of the Jia Mansion and said in a high-pitched voice, "You will quickly inform the Jia clan members of Ningguo and Rongguo to come to Ningguo Mansion to receive the order.
"
As he spoke, he ignored the fearful glances of the servants of the Jia Mansion, took the inner guard and opened the brocade box, bowed and trotted over the imperial edict with both hands, raised one hand high, and stepped over the threshold of the gate with his black official boots, towards the Ning Guoyi Gate.
And go.
Behind him, a dense mass of internal guards wearing black cloaks poured in like a tide.
"The title of Ning Guo is the first among the eight nobles of the Han Dynasty. It is inherited and passed on. It is related to the majesty of the heavenly family. How can it be allowed to be awarded privately?"
Thinking of the emperor's instructions before leaving, Dai Quan couldn't help but speed up his steps a little faster, walking as fast as flying, and he didn't look like he was fifty years old at all.
In the Jia's ancestral hall, Jia's mother rubbed her eyebrows and felt exhausted. With Yuanyang's support, she stood up and sighed: "It's all gone, it's all gone."
Everyone in the Jia clan also left their seats and stood up.