The gongs and drums sounded in unison, the crying shook the sky, the sound of Sanskrit singing, clearly audible, the weeping and singing, and the music was played, and it was in an uproar for several miles.

Jia Cong covered his ears and buried his head in the quilt, trying to isolate the sound of the outside world, but the frightened birds outside the window told him that it was useless.

Well, Jia Cong has read the original book and knows that Jia Zhen's funeral of Qin Keqing is a big deal, and even his son Jia Jing died, but he did not have the scenery after Qin Keqing's death.

However, knowing is knowing, when the funeral is handled, one hundred and eight Water Margins, no, one hundred and eight monks worship great compassion and confession, ninety-nine Taoist priests wash karma, and there are fifty pairs of monks and Taoists in front of the spirit to do a dojo every seven days, which is enough to do 7749 days.

Then, the big house that was relatively close to Ning Guofu suffered.

In the past two days, Jia Cong didn't even sleep well, and as soon as he fell asleep, either a gong sounded or a mournful cry, which made Jia Cong wake up with an excited spirit, and the speed of awakening was faster than an electric shock.

Alas, Jia Cong, who failed to make up for sleep, was so upset that he couldn't stay in this Rongguo Mansion, otherwise, he would just find an excuse to find a quiet place outside the mansion to sleep well.

Jia Cong's eyes lit up, but he soon became worried again, in the forty-nine days that Ning Guofu held Qin Keqing's funeral, relatives and friends came and went, and there were countless people, as the second era of Rongguo Mansion who was ordered by the Queen Mother to appreciate things, Jia Cong was also an important person often asked by relatives and friends.

If some heavyweight comes and wants to see Jia Cong, but Jia Cong is not in the house, I am afraid that Jia Cong will have another attack...... Jia Cong is not afraid, but it is a little troublesome.

Trouble is trouble, but if Jia Cong has to suffer like this for more than forty days, I am afraid that Jia Cong has not had a seizure yet, and Jia Cong has to have a seizure first. Jia Cong was still thinking about it, and there was a loud shouting voice outside the door: "Brother Cong, Brother Cong, look at what I brought here?"

Jia Cong suddenly couldn't hold it anymore, his head rubbed against the quilt, his eyes showed a fierce light, he didn't want to look at anything, he just wanted to learn from Sister Feng to order someone to beat the drum, and sent this Xue fool to the prison to learn to be quiet and shut up.

Jia Cong's killing intent, Xue Pan didn't feel it at all, and shouted all the way like a tap dance, tapping into the house.

As soon as Xue Pan entered the house, he saw that there was no one in the room, and there was a pile of black green silk on the pillow, Xue Pan subconsciously lightened his steps, walked to the bedside, stretched out his hand to Raja Cong and said: "Brother Cong, good brother, don't sleep, go sleepy at night." ”

Jia Cong watched Xue Pan's hand reach over, and a vicious chill arose, he quickly turned over and sat up, frowned, and said, "I didn't sleep." Just lie down and recuperate. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the stool and said, "Brother Xue sits." ”

Watching Xue Pan sit down, Jia Cong coughed twice, and said lazily: "The girl is not here, there is tea on the table, Brother Xue will pour it himself." ”

Xue Pan hurriedly said: "I know, I know, Brother Cong doesn't need to be polite, and I'm not an outsider." ”

Jia Cong silently rolled his eyes in his heart, where did Xue Pan see that he was polite, obviously too lazy to deal with him, okay? But Jia Cong still smirked on his face: "Where did Senior Brother Xue come from?"

Xue Pan hurriedly said: "Naturally, come from Nafu." Brother Zhen gave Grandma Rong a board today, and I didn't like it when I saw a lot, and it happened that I remembered that there was a board in our wooden store, and someone brought it, and Brother Zhen took a fancy to it at a glance. Right now, I'm busy unsawing and pasting paint. ”

Jia Cong knew that Xue Pan was talking about the board in the original book that was not bad for 10,000 years, and Prince Yizhong wanted it for a thousand years old, and no one dared to buy it. According to some red scholars, it is a board with deep meaning.

Although Jia Cong disagrees with the views of this kind of red scientists, when he can use it, he doesn't care about the reversal of black and white. Therefore, Jia Cong smiled and said: "But that board that no one dares to buy, Big Brother Zhen is so courageous, and Big Brother Xue is so capable." ”

When Xue Pan heard this, he was a little confused, and asked cautiously, "Brother Cong, what are you talking about?"

Jia Cong pointed to the sky and said with a smile: "Although Prince Yizhong is bad, he was also a prince in the end, this board was originally set by Prince Yizhong, and Brother Xue gave it to Brother Zhen casually, but he lost his integrity." Moreover, in the past few days, there has been a funeral in the house, and there are countless relatives of the emperor and the country who have come. ”

Xue Pan shook his head like a rattle and said, "That's not it." It's just a board. ”

Jia Cong smiled very strangely: "If Brother Xue doesn't believe it, just take this and ask Sister Bao." I heard that Sister Bao entered Beijing to select talented people to praise goodness. Isn't it very proper for Big Brother Xue to do this?"

Xue Pan was excited, and when he heard that this matter also involved his sister's future, he was immediately dumbfounded, and said with a sad face: "Won't it?"

Jia Cong said with a big grin: "As soon as you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea. Sister Bao is not selected, which may not be a good thing. "Isn't that a good thing?"

Xue Pan has no love, their family has cultivated Baochai for so many years, just to send him to the palace to have a future, and now it is all over, and he has destroyed it......

Xue Pan pressed his head: "That board is placed to occupy space, and it can't be sold, I did a mistake in giving it away?"

Jia Cong tilted his head: "Why do you want to give it away." It's just a piece of wood, the weather is dry and dry, and it won't end if it is burned by a small accident. ”

Jia Cong said that the dual elimination of material and spiritual is the way to strike at the enemy in politics.

Since it's broken, what are you doing with things left, I haven't seen those modern officials carving, and it's often the rhythm of updating as soon as you lose power.

"Yes, why should I give it away?" Xue Pan suddenly felt that he was really a fool with a capital letter, his face was very sad, and he said with words in his mouth: "What can I do about this?"

Jia Cong said with a smile: "It's been sent, how many people have seen it, Big Brother Xue can't come back, no matter how distressed he is, it won't help." ”

"Alas. Xue Pan sighed suddenly, and tears fell instantly: "Since my father is gone, I am alone, and my mother and sister worry about it every day." Now that I've run into such a catastrophe, and I'm going to make my mother angry and my sister worried, I'm really not as good as a brute. ”

Saying that, Xue Pan was about to cry, crying for a while, crying for a while, crying for his sister's hard work, a big man, crying like a girl, whimpering, making Jia Cong speechless.

Xue Pan cried for a while, and suddenly heard a strange woman outside: "Where do you get the wild cat to bark? I can't complain that there are many strange things this year. ”

Flutter, Jia Cong almost laughed out loud. Xue Pan suddenly couldn't cry anymore, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and said with a reluctant smile: "Let's go, don't talk about this." I brought something good to you, Brother Cong. ”

As he spoke, he ordered someone to carry two baskets and said, "Didn't Brother Cong say last time that he wanted to eat some shrimp? ”

Jia Cong looked at the two baskets of shrimp, and was speechless for a moment, he was talking about sea shrimp, okay? It can't be crayfish here. No, crayfish have not yet become aggressors these days.

Thinking about it, Jia Cong smiled at Xue Pan and said, "This live shrimp is indeed rare. However, there is no pot or water in this room, so I can only roast and eat?"

Xue Pan realized at this time, and knocked on his head: "I'm confused." ”

As he spoke, he ordered the people to send the live shrimp to the kitchen.

Jia Congyin smiled and said to his subordinates: "Remember to send some to the old lady and the old man and the eldest lady." By the way, Sister-in-law Zhen has an old illness and is weak, and this shrimp is also appetizing, so remember to send her some. Let's just say that it was given by Brother Xue. ”

Saying that, Jia Cong said to Xue Pan again: "Sister Bao has always been thoughtful, if you want to come to the second wife and the second brother, there must be one, so I won't do more." ”

Xue Pan heard Jia Cong mention Baochai, he was sad and remorseful, and tears rolled down his eyes: "No matter how thoughtful my sister is, it's useless." It's all my fault......

Seeing Xue Pan crying again, Jia Cong only felt a headache, lying down, the manly husband bleeds without tears, how can the men in the Rongguo Mansion all be masters who can only cry, what kind of husband is it.

"Well, it's all your fault. You're a fool. Jia Cong nodded, looking at Xue Pan wiping his eyes, Jia Cong said impatiently: "Thousands of mistakes, it's all your fault." If you have the ability, not to mention a coffin board set by Prince Yizhong, even if you follow Prince Yizhong before and after the saddle, you can also increase the official rank. Murder and arson are recruited, you have always heard this sentence. But you don't have the ability, so who don't blame you?"

Xue Panxian was still a little angry, Jia Cong's words hit his death hole, and the blow in his heart suddenly cried even more happily: "Brother Cong, you are right, I have no ability, I am sorry for my sister......"

In the next second, it seemed that Xue Pan was about to sit on the ground with his legs crossed, shaking his head and crying. Jia Cong was powerless to support his forehead, how could this feeling be like he was bullying a three-year-old child.

Seeing that Xue Pan was crying and was about to die, Jia Cong said calmly: "It's useless to cry. After all, you have to think about it. In this world, good and bad things take turns, and bad things cannot become good things. ”

Xue Pan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jia Cong with tears and snot on his face, and looked at Jia Cong hopefully: "Brother Cong, you read a lot and have great skills, can you ......?"

Can you sister?

You're a ding-bell cat when I ask for it.

Jia Cong's face moved, and he smiled very innocently: "Sister Bao has read a lot more books than me, and she is also very capable." ”