The 29th day of the lunar month.

The mourning hall in the garden of the east courtyard of Rongguo Mansion is the seventh day of the first day of the old man Jia pardon.

Jia Lian and Sister Feng returned to Rongguo Mansion, and they wanted to go to the Tieji Temple to guard the spirit, but they were guarded by the people of the Criminal Department and were not allowed to leave Beijing, so they could only burn some paper money in the garden of the East Courtyard.

The little maid Caiming was also wearing filial piety clothes at this time, lowered his head and entered the garden of the East Courtyard, and found Jia Lian sitting on the futon burning paper in the mourning hall to spread the word.

"Second Master, Uncle Feng is here in person this time, waiting by the second gate to say that he wants to meet."

"I really don't know what to call a person."

Sister Feng shook her head, grabbed Jia Lian and said, "Don't go to see him and hurt him, keep the favor here, maybe it will be better in the future."

Jia Lian originally wanted to go, but after hearing Sister Feng'er say this, and remembering Duan Huangui's advice, she had to hesitate to sit back on the futon, only turned her head and said to Caiming, "I never knew that he was such a righteous person, and he was stronger than Brother Yang Zhi? You go and tell him that he is now on an errand in the Imperial City, and the most important place is that no matter what he has to say, he can just go back, and at most he will only wait for someone to send me off when the time comes, even if he has a heart."

Cai Ming answered and went down.

After a while, they will come back and forth.

"Second master, second grandmother, Uncle Feng heard that he refused to see him, so he cried and left."

"How weird?"

Jia Lian and Sister Feng glanced at each other, shook their heads, didn't care about Feng Ziying, and just sent Cai Ming down.

Sister Feng'er has been haggard a lot recently, her face is only lightly powdered, the pearls and hairpins are gone, she is kneeling in front of the spiritual seat wearing linen and filial piety, her body is weak, and the green silk is scattered from the filial piety hat A few strands hang down, but there is a different kind of beauty.

Seeing that there were no other outsiders in the mourning hall for a while, Sister Feng knelt numb between her legs, so she leaned over slightly, leaned on Jia Lian's body, and closed her eyes.

"I don't dare to inquire these days, you say, to whom did the eldest lord's inheritance belong?"

Sister Feng, who was leaning against her eyes with her eyes closed, sighed and said this.

She really doesn't have the heart to covet Rongguo Mansion now, she only complains about the future between husband and wife.

Jia Lian couldn't help but feel that it was not appropriate to talk about these things when he saw that he was in front of the eldest lord's spiritual seat, but he looked down at Sister Feng'er, who was so tired, and had to whisper back: "I haven't asked about this either, but since Brother Cong'er is in the name of the eldest wife, it is most likely him, it just depends on whether the second wife has anything else."

"The second wife is busy these days, who knows what she means."

Sister Feng was silent.

She didn't hear that there was a decree from the imperial court to come to the Rong Mansion in the past few days, and because of the many major events in the Rong Mansion, the people in the two rooms were embarrassed to mention it.

The funeral of the eldest lord is a saying, the old lady is also sick, and she sleeps all day long, and now she can be regarded as the blessing of the ancestors if she is awake for an hour in a day.

After all, he is over eighty years old, his mother's family is empty, he has recently lost his son, his grandson is imprisoned and his house is in the back, and he has almost broken off his relationship with the good relatives of Dongfu for a lifetime, who can bear these things.

Jia Lian looked at Sister Feng, who was closing her eyes, her body was limp and almost asleep, and she was still holding her own Sister Feng tightly with both hands, and said, "It's getting dark, you go to visit the ancestor, and by the way, rest there for a while and come back."

Sister Feng pressed on Jia Lian's body, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Second Master Lian also knows how to be considerate?"

Jia Lian shook her head and hugged Sister Feng to get up.

"That's it, I'll go first."

Sister Feng helped Jia Lian up, looked at the mourning hall, and sighed and walked out.

Jia Lian continued to guard in front of the tablet, and before he knew it, the sky had completely darkened, and it was already late at night.

In the middle, Mrs. Xing led Jia Conglai to cry for a while, and then went to rest in the room without mentioning it.

On a cold and snowy night in the cold winter moon, outside the mourning hall, Zhao Tianliang and Zhao Tiandong hurriedly carried the lantern over, shook off the snow on their bodies under the hall, tiptoed in, and found Jia Lian.

"Second master, someone said that they wanted to see you, but the villain led him to the west hall, waiting for the second master to speak."

Jia Lian glanced over and snorted coldly, "Who is it? Sneaky and just told him to get out

Don't mess with me!"

Zhao Tianliang and Zhao Tiandong looked at each other, where can I go?

Zhao Tianliang's figure was a little lower, and he looked at the dead mourning hall on the left and right, and he whispered.

"Second Master, it's the Prince of Beijing over there—"

……

The wind and snow are paused, and it is the time when the moon and stars are scarce.

The little maids who went to work at night near the hall were all sent away by Zhao Da and Zhao Er, and the door to the east was hidden, and the door to the west towards the upper courtyard of Jia Mu creaked open.

Jia Lian entered with an umbrella in one hand and a lamp in the other, his boots stepped silently on the snow, close to the dark shadow where Hou was in the hall.

The light dispelled the night, and under the hood of the placket cloak, the water-soluble face of the King of Beijing appeared.

The county driver was indeed here, and the lights were shining, so that half of his face was clouded.

There was also a cloak tied to the water-soluble placket cloak, and at this time, the cold wind that poured in was blowing, and Jia Lian looked at him with both eyes.

"Allure, don't come unharmed?"

Jia Lian shook his head, holding something in both hands, and said, "What Alluring City? What is not worth talking about, the prince can just say it if he has something."

Shui soluble smiled dumbly.

I originally wanted to talk about the title that was stripped by the imperial court, but when I saw Jia Lian going back and forth like this, I couldn't help but throw away all the trivial words.

The water dissolved the color, the eyes in his eyes did not waver, and he said solemnly: "To this day, Xiao Wang has helped you Jia Lian a lot, and in the past, it was said that that the whirlwind and thoughtful person could not do it. Now there is something I would like to ask you to help me and repay Xiao Wang!"

As he spoke, Shui Rong's frozen body fell slightly.

Jia Lian thought that this person was going to bow down and was about to stop him, but Shui Rong had already knelt down.

The tighter the cold wind howled, the more snow fell, buried in the hall of Rong Mansion.

Jia Lian's surprise gradually faded, he threw down the lantern umbrella, and finally came to help the water to dissolve himself, and said suspiciously: "I am not a common person in the market who ignores the things outside the window, what big thing does the prince want to do, worthy of such a big gift?"

The water dissolved and let the ice and snow on his forehead melt, and arched his hand to the east.

"Brother Shi is not an outsider, I would like to express my heart directly. Donggong has always been frail, but now he has been imprisoned for several years, and he is already dying! I also hope to help me rescue the East Palace from danger, and after the matter is completed, how can the world brother still suffer from the displacement?"

Shui Rong didn't come to look for someone for no reason and said this.

Jia Lian has been working in officialdom for many years, not only familiar with the court, but also has many protégés and former officials, and there are a few officers in the Beijing camp alone. The second prince Teng died, and Jia Lian, the son-in-law, could more or less get the support of some of the prince's old departments.

If you want to do big things, you don't need people like Jia Lian!

"Rescue the East Palace?"

Jia Lian thought about it, looked at Shui Rong's gaze and couldn't help but be a little cold, and took a step back.

He has been an official for many years, and he has already heard the hidden meaning.

The lights that had fallen into the snow went out silently.

Jia Lian said: "The prince is also a person who has read books and can be an official. Dare to ask where he left the prince after he came out?"

Disobeyed the emperor's order, and the East Palace was just scrapped.

Unless......

"Your Majesty is old and is obsessed with state affairs, please take the throne immediately, and the East Palace is upright, and you should be the Son of Heaven!"

Shui Rong's eyes were blazing, his tone was resolute, and he looked at Jia Lian.

If you don't do it, you will do it perfectly, and after the matter is completed, Jia Lian's distribution naturally does not need to be mentioned, and it can be reused in another way!

Jia Lian immediately shook his head, and blue veins appeared on his forehead: "I have been promoted by Longen today, how can I be willing to do such an unfaithful and unrighteous thing? Persuade the prince to dispel this heart early!"

"I don't believe that!"

Shui Rong took a step forward and pointed angrily in the direction of the imperial city: "Today, Your Majesty has repeatedly abandoned the world brother and ignored it, is it also Longen? When the world brother committed a major case in the emperor's tomb, he was sent out of Beijing by His Majesty today, and it was the East Palace that gave him the grace and let the world brother go to eastern Shaanxi as a transfer envoy, so that he was able to return to Beijing for meritorious service. Otherwise, the career is bumpy, between a product

How many bureaucrats will be grinded to death? To this day, the world brother has left these behind and not thought about retribution?"

This is the truth, and Jia Lian was difficult to open his mouth to refute for a while.

Shui Rong took advantage of this to come over aggressively, and then snorted coldly: "Now that the world brother is making revenge for his father, he is questioned and distributed, and he is demoted to a concubine, which can be regarded as the emperor's grace? Now Jia Men has been mourning repeatedly, seeing that his relatives and friends have been mourned, and the white curtain is on display, can it be regarded as the Son of Heaven?"

The general trend of the world is not all gathered in Ningrong and the two mansions, when Jia Lian was down, the king of Beijing above the temple was also in internal and external difficulties, so he made such a shocking decision in desperation.

Shui Rong brought out the big thing, and at this point, Jia Lian on the other side stood still and refused to let it go, and the surging qi and blood on his face slowly receded.

Jia Lian stretched out his hand to block the water dissolving, and had already expressed his determination in his heart, shook his head and said, "But I don't need the prince to step on it, I know that Jinshang intended to take care of me before, but I insisted on doing it, so the blame is here." Don't talk about rebellion again, I just don't think I've heard of it, so please go back."

Seeing this reluctance, Shui Rong couldn't help but be disheartened.

If it weren't for seeing Jia Lian in prison and being broken and aggrieved to such a situation, how could he have made a big deal with him.

But who would have thought that in such a situation where the crockpot would not be broken from Inoue, Jia Lian should not be?

"If I am defeated and my family goes to disaster, my brother will think that he can escape? Your Majesty has always been a merciless person, and even if there are sporadic troubles, he will definitely cut them off!"

Shui dissolved and hated iron and steel looked at Jia Lian, and it was difficult to hide his anger in his words.

Jia Lian said, "I've already been assigned, what else can I do?"

As he spoke, he picked up the umbrella from the side, handed it to Shui Rong, and continued: "This is a commonly used object for me, and the prince can also take it away, so you don't have to worry about me going to tell the truth later."

Speaking of which, Shui Rong is still Jia Lian's master, so he really has no intention of telling the truth and putting the Beijing Mansion to death.

Now that the water is dissolving and leaking the secret, he is resentful and in a dilemma, so Jia Lian made this move.

Shui Rong had to believe this, wordlessly took the umbrella in his hand, and after a while, he sighed, looked up at Jia Lian and said with a wry smile: "If you are not secret, you will lose your body, it is because of my lack of ability, I should not come abruptly, so that I have such a mistake." In this situation, let me try to ask again, does the world brother still have a clear conscience?"

Jia Lian opened his mouth slightly, and the white qi rose, but he was finally speechless.

The memories of killing Jia Zhen appeared in the bottom of his eyes, that pig-like thing, when he died, he died, but it was followed by the entire Ningguo Mansion inside and outside, which was cut off, and the friendship that lasted for five generations was dispersed.

From that day when he listened to You's cry from Tianxianglou, Jia Lian couldn't stand these four words.

Or maybe earlier.

Let people unknowingly.

The last time I replied, I am afraid it was also a lie.

Seeing Jia Lian's expression change, Shui Rong put away the umbrella, and finally sneered.

"If you knew today, why bother?"

He wanted to say this to today's Jia Lian a long time ago, who can have a clear conscience in life? A courtier who flies and dogs in the world, what heroic arrogance does he really have?

Seeing that Jia Lian was silent because of the loss, Shui Rong didn't say much, and left full of disappointment.

Coming out of the empty door in the east and passing through the hall, farewell to Zhao Tianliang and Zhao Tiandong who were guarding the door, the water dissolved out of the Rong Mansion, avoided the lights and shadows along the way, and hid all the way to Ningrong Street, and met with the people who responded.

Shui Rong felt a little relieved, looked back at the sky above Rongguo Mansion, and held back the thought of struggling to break and discard the umbrella in his hand, with a deep gaze.

"Brother Shi is not a hero, this king is desperate, although tens of millions of people are also in the past, he can be regarded as a real hero!"