armyinform Chapter 340 Jia Rong's Unwillingness
Chapter 340 Jia Rong's Unwillingness
Chapter 340 Jia Rong's Unwillingness
Jia Mu said the words from the white-haired man to the black-haired man, but she didn't know why, but she felt all kinds of discomfort in her heart. She couldn't help but think of Miao Yulai, who had talked about Buddhism together in the morning, and told the mandarin duck: "Go and call the back garden. Master Miaoyu in the nunnery, come over and read a scripture to Brother Zhen."
Yuanyang responded softly and hurried away.
Not long after, Mrs. Wang, surrounded by maids such as Jin Chuan, Yu Chuan, Caiyun, Caixia, and other women, led Baoyu into the Rongqing Hall. Not far away, Yuanyang, Miaoyu and a little girl followed her. back.
"old lady."
As soon as Mrs. Wang entered the Rongqing Hall, she bowed to Mother Jia, her face was ugly, and her eyes were clearly somewhat unfriendly.
Jia Mu nodded to Mrs. Wang, looked at Baoyu, and greeted her.
Baoyu said in surprise: "Old ancestor, why did your grandson listen just now... Brother Zhen died?"
He used to go to the East Mansion often, but since Big Brother Zhen left, it was inconvenient for him to go to the East Mansion.
Mother Jia sighed, and said: "The bad news came from the Jingzhao Yamen just now. Your brother Zhen died of a serious illness in Lingnan. Brother Rong has gone to Xuanzhen Temple outside the city to inform Brother Zhen that his father has gone. , go to the funeral first."
Baoyu looked blank, and murmured: "Brother Zhen was always healthy, why did he suddenly die of a serious illness?"
Mrs. Wang said coldly: "Brother Zhen is only in his early thirties, and he is in the prime of life. He has only been to Lingnan for a long time, and something unexpected happened!"
As soon as this remark came out, Jia's mother's face changed, and she hurriedly said, "Baoyu's mother, what nonsense are you talking about? It turns out that Brother Zhen's life is unlucky, and it's far away from Lingnan. Who can do anything to him?"
These words can be said nonsense, alluding to the methods of Brother Heng of the East Mansion, if it is not better, if it is true...impossible, Brother Heng will not be so ruthless, he always has to worry about his reputation.
Jia Mu frowned and said: "Lingnan has always been a place of exile. Brother Zhen can't bear the pain of exile, and his body can't bear it. It's just that his life is poor. How can he blame others?"
Mrs. Wang is also not good at arguing with Jia's mother, expressing her doubts about Jia Zhen's illness and death in the South, and having the servants of the mansion to help secretly gossip and fuel the flames, this is her real purpose.
Mother Jia was upset, she didn't want to talk to Mrs. Wang anymore, she turned to look at Miaoyu with kind eyes, and said, "Master Miaoyu, please help me to read some scriptures for salvation."
Miaoyu wore a moon-white monk's robe, and her head was tied with a blue brocade sash, which made this nun more fresh and elegant. There was a touch of compassion on his face, and he said: "The old man is polite."
As he spoke, he read the scriptures.
And the little girl who brought her handed the sandalwood box to the mandarin duck, and then sprinkled it in the smoked cage and burned it. Strange to say, the curling fragrance spread out, which made everyone in Rongqing Hall feel excited. Much calmer.
And Miaoyu read the scriptures for a while, when Lin Zhixiao's family came in and reported: "Old lady, madam, Master Heng is here."
Miaoyu, who was reciting the scriptures, paused her cherry lips, opened her bright eyes, and continued to close them, the wooden fish and the scriptures were recited in unison.
Jia Heng entered the hall, listened to the sound of the wooden fish, glanced at Miaoyu, ignored it, and cupped his hands at Mother Jia who was sitting on the Arhat bed: "Old lady."
Mother Jia sighed, her complex eyes fell on the young military officer in python suit and jade belt, and said, "Brother Heng, come here."
Jia Heng said again: "My condolences to the old lady."
Mother Jia sighed, and said, "My old man has watched Brother Zhen grow up, and now he's gone, alas..."
Sister Feng took the conversation from the side and asked: "Brother Heng is the patriarch, how do you deal with the funeral of the clan now?"
Even though Jia Zhen was convicted of a crime and was exiled to Lingnan, Jia Heng never summoned his clansmen to remove Jia Zhen's family status.
First, to show tolerance and tolerance, second, if you are not careful, you will become a mutual family identity, which is a joke.
When Jia Mu heard Sister Feng's question, she listened intently.
Mrs. Wang glanced at Jia Heng, holding a teacup in her hand, her expression indifferent.
Jia Heng said: "Grandpa will offer a sum of money to let Brother Rong go south to help Ling to the ancestral land of Jinling for a proper burial."
When Jia Mu heard the words, she thought for a while, nodded and said: "Beijing is a thousand miles away from Lingnan, and it is really inappropriate to travel back and forth. People say that fallen leaves return to their roots, and it is reasonable to go back to the ancestral home for burial."
She said from her heart that she didn't want to send Brother Zhen to the capital to handle the funeral anymore, it would be too embarrassing without him.
And it is obviously more appropriate to send them to the ancestral land for burial.
Even when Jia Zhenke died in a foreign land, there was no need to hear the mourning of Rongning and Ningfu. It is best to deal with this matter in a low-key manner.
Jia Mu thought for a while, and then said, "Over there at Xuanzhen Temple, you can go there with Brother Rong the next day. Brother Zhen and his father are also sensible."
But she remembered what Mrs. Wang said just now, although she didn't think that the young man in front of her had done something secretly, but it's hard to guarantee that Brother Zhen won't think badly of others, and make some embarrassment, no one looks good.
Jia Heng nodded his head, as a consent.
It's also time for him to meet Jia Jing to see if he is really confused or pretending to be confused.
Seeing all the stops, Jia Heng turned to look at Miaoyu again, mentioned the purpose of coming, and asked: "Old lady, sister Xichun and sister-in-law You are in the East Mansion. They suddenly heard the bad news and were depressed. For Buddhist affairs, I heard that Master Miaoyu, who is a guest in the Western Mansion, has a lot of efficacious spells, I want to invite you to the mansion to read some scriptures, but I don’t know what Master Miaoyu wants?"
Miaoyu was startled when she heard the words, she couldn't help but stop the sound of chanting, and slowly opened a pair of clear and cold eyes, following the sound to look at the young man.
What came into view was a pair of eyes as sharp as swords and as cold as electricity, and a clear face with a serious expression.
Miaoyu lowered her eyes slightly, folded her palms together, "Amitabha."
Jia Heng heard the Buddha's name, nodded to Miaoyu, looked at the nun, and asked: "I think this should be Master Miaoyu, and he is really immortal, elegant and out of the world."
The nun wears a miaochang bun, a moon-white monk robe with plain sleeves, and an autumn-colored silk sash tied around her waist. Her cheeks are fair and rosy, her makeup is upright, her temperament is cold, and she has a repulsive air that is thousands of miles away.
Jia Heng couldn't help but think of the record of Miaoyu in the original book. She was originally the daughter of an official family, a native of Suzhou, and she was sickly when she was young. She bought many substitutes but they didn't work. .
When Xu Shi felt it, he lingered for a while to look at the eyes, Miaoyu's bright eyes under the crescent eyebrows, raised up, and looked at the heroic young man in the python suit opposite him without showing any weakness, his voice was like a mountain temple. After the ice water melted, Yu Daiwa's voice was cold and calm: "The poor nun has seen General Yunhui."
Miaoyu knew Jia Heng's name.
Jia Heng smiled lightly, and said: "Master Miaoyu went to the mansion to chant sutras, don't you know?"
In fact, he didn't really want Miaoyu and Xichun to get in touch too much, maybe Miaoyu would lead him into a ditch.
But Xichun usually talks very little in the mansion, and doesn't have many friends to talk to.
In short, he still has some conflicts in his heart.
Miaoyu looked indifferent, and said: "The monks are merciful, and they are willing to chant sutras."
Here, watching this scene from the sidelines, Baoyu's expression changed, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
As soon as he came home these few days, he felt that the house was empty. When he searched for someone, he found that his eldest sister, third younger sister, younger sister Yun, and younger sister Lin had all gone to the East Mansion.
He could only go to his aunt's courtyard to hunt for Sister Bao to play, but Sister Bao has not been in good health for the past two days. She closed the door to thank guests, and finally came such an extraordinary monk. There is a great feeling of seeing each other late.
But this is going to Dongfu again?
Jia Heng nodded and said, "Master Miaoyu will follow me."
Miaoyu responded, turned to look at Mrs. Wang and Jiamu, raised one palm, saluted, and said: "The poor nuns go first, this incense is for calming the nerves, if the old lady does not sleep well at night, you can light it." Some."
Jia Mu smiled and said, "Go."
Jia Heng and Miao Yu left Rongqing Hall and walked along the chaoshou verandah, carrying lanterns.
Jia Heng looked at the nun at the side, and said: "I have a younger sister who is cold and withdrawn. Although she is young, she often has the idea of avoiding the world. Zen Master Miaoyu advises her to be more open-minded."
This is of course vaccinated in advance, and you asked her to persuade her, and didn't let you take her to become a monk.
It's just that the words "cold and withdrawn" fell into Miaoyu's ears, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
Rather, she is so-so.
Miaoyu said softly: "General Yunhui..."
Jia Heng said: "Since I'm at home, Master Miaoyu can call me Uncle Heng."
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However, they said that the Ningfu reported the news of Jia Zhen's death in the south to the black throttle compound where Jia Amnesty lived.
In a single-door courtyard in the southwest corner, Jia Rong, Jia Lian, and Jia Qiang were drinking and drinking.
Jia Rong's pretty and fair face was flushed from drinking. Although the former little Rong of the East Mansion moved to another courtyard, his clothes, food and utensils were not bad because of Jia's mother's special care and Jia Amnesty's deliberate promotion. There are too many, but there is no old man above him who is always spitting and scolding, and he is much more comfortable than before.
Jia Rong asked with a smile: "Second Uncle Lian, it's not a problem that you don't come home often, is it that the old man is still worried about that matter?"
Speaking of it, I'm envious, hooking up with my aunt, I don't have anything to say, and I even got a concubine.
Jia Lian was wearing a purple turban and a plain round-neck gown embroidered with bamboo and Shu brocade. He was drunk and his cheeks were flushed. me."
"Besides, the business of the old man can't be separated from me even for a moment. How could he have annoyed me?" Jia Lian picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth, and said with a smile.
Jia Qiang smiled and said, "Father and son have no overnight feud."
Jia Lian smiled and said, "Brother Qiang is right."
Jia Qiang picked up a jug and poured a glass for Jia Lian again, with a smile on her pretty face, she said, "Second Uncle is doing big business, I wonder if I can bring my nephews along and make a fortune?"
In the past few days, he saw Second Uncle Lian in front of him, who seemed to have a lot of money to spend, and he was really envious.
I think Jia Qiang is also a decent great-great-grandson of the Ning Mansion.
Jia Lian took a look at Jia Qiang's handsome face, his stomach was full of anger, he smiled, approached, breathed out a mouthful of alcohol, and said in secret: "This business is not easy to get to the bottom of it, wait for me to clear it up." Now that you know the truth, Second Uncle will take you to make a big ticket."
Because after the winter, the grassland was hit by a snowstorm, and Jia Lian heard about the business opportunities in the land of Yunshuo, and took advantage of the situation to buy a batch of wine from Shanxi and sell them to the grassland, making a lot of money.
The velvet antlers and mink fur that had been exchanged were resold at a high price to merchants in the north. Jia She was overjoyed and praised Jia Lian.
As for Jia Lian, as the manager, he has a lot of wealth on hand, which is why Jia Lian has been away from home for a long time.
Of course, with a lot of money, my heart is a little more lively, thinking that I will set up a share secretly without telling Jia She, and I will get all the money, wouldn't it be happy.
But there was no man in hand, so he set his sights on Jia Rong and Jia Qiang.
It's just that Jia Liansu came to be safe and prepared to plan slowly.
Facing the envious gazes of Jia Rong and Jia Qiang, Jia Lian raised the wine cup, poured it on his neck, and said with a smile: "I have understood these days, a big man can't be without power for a day, and a young man can't be without money for a day. It's because you can't do the job of working hard in the army and licking blood at the edge of a knife, and you don't have the ability to be an official butcher. You can only do some business and earn more money... But Brother Rong, you are different. You are young, you can go to the capital camp, I heard that the clansman who found many concubines went to the capital camp to work hard."
This is to provoke Jia Rong deliberately.
If Jia Rong had the guts, she wouldn't end up in the current situation.
Jia Rong said with a bitter face: "Second brother Lian, how can I have that ability? I'm going to the army, just in case there is a horse that is high and short..."
Jia Lian smiled and said, "That's right, Xue's big head is still lying on the bed these days, right?"
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help laughing.
Jia Rong chuckled lightly and said, "Last time, he pulled people like five out of six. I don't want his ass to bloom in a blink of an eye."
Hearing the words "butt blossoms", Jia Lian's smile faltered, feeling a little uncomfortable, and he picked up the wine cup to drink.
Several people laughed for a while before Jia Lian said: "Brother Rong, you are not young now, and it's time to start a family and start a business."
When mentioning this matter, Jia Rong's smile gradually faded away, she saw a bit of gloom, and her eyes were also a little bit hostile, and said: "Nowadays, a decent and good family, who still takes a fancy to the son of a criminal like me? "
If it wasn't for the one from the East Mansion, he might still be the successor of the Ning Kingdom. Uncle Xiao Rong, how can he be alone now and can only live here.
Jia Lian patted Jia Rong's shoulder lightly, both comforting and admonishing: "Brother Rong, don't worry, when I go back, I will talk to the old man, and quickly settle your marriage. Don't do stupid things, when you get married, do business with me."
"Thank you, Second Uncle Lian, for taking care of me." Jia Rong suppressed her irritability, raised the wine cup to Jia Lian, and said, "I'll toast to Uncle Lian."
Jia Lian drank the wine with a smile.
He lowered his voice again and said: "The second prince who is becoming more and more powerful now, who just cleaned up Prince Zhongshun's residence not long ago."
This is what Jia Lian heard from a group of sons and brothers when he was drinking flowers and wine. It may be ironic to say that because of the growing power of Jia Heng, the helm of the Jia clan, the sons of the rich and powerful in Beijing gave a lot of attention to banquets and entertainments. Jia Lian has a lot of face.
Jia Rong's complexion changed slightly when he heard the words, "The Palace of Zhongshun...it's so amazing."
Jia Lian smiled and said, "That's not true, he is now a celebrity in front of the Holy Majesty in the palace."
Jia Rong looked around and said in a low voice, "Second Uncle Lian, don't you... blame him? What happened to the Sanhe Gang..."
Jia Lian's expression froze, he frowned, and said, "Brother Rong, I was careless that time, so I didn't care about other people's business."
Jia Qiang listened to the conversation between the two, but just picked up the flagon and poured wine for them.
Jia Rong felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.
That's right, who would want to be against that person? It's just that the unwillingness and resentment hidden in the bottom of my heart are getting stronger and stronger.
At this moment, there was a noise from outside, "Master Xiao Rong, something happened."
Not long after, an old servant came in. As soon as he entered the wine-smelling wing room, he met Jia Rong's questioning gaze and said, "Master is gone."
Jia Rong didn't react for a while, put down the wine cup, and asked, "Who didn't..."
Then suddenly stood up, as if struck by lightning, his body swayed, and he supported the table to stabilize his figure.
... His father is gone?
"The Jingzhao Yamen came to report that the master died of illness in Lingnan, and Master Heng asked Master Xiao Rong to go to Xuanzhen Temple to report the funeral."
Jia Lian was also startled, put down the wine cup, his face changed for a moment, and said: "Brother Rong, my condolences will change."
Jia Rong looked sad and was about to say something.
Suddenly, another person came to report: "Uncle Xiaorong, the second master let you go."
Jia Amnesty obviously also learned the news of Jia Zhen's death, so he called Jia Rong.
Jia Rong hesitated and said, "Second Uncle."
"Go ahead, I'll go over to see the situation later." Jia Lian waved his hand, feeling heavy.
It can be regarded as a friendship with Jia Zhen who went whoring together, and suddenly hearing that Jia Zhen passed away, it is inevitable to feel sad.
Jia Rong didn't say much, and went to see Jia Amnesty first with a sad face.
In Jia She's study, Jia She and Mrs. Xing were sitting with their faces frozen like ice.
Like Mrs. Wang, Jia Amnesty's first thought was that Jia Zhen was murdered.
(End of this chapter)