"Master, master! Why did you just leave me behind?"

Jia Zhen was kneeling in front of Jia Jing's body and howling.

Early this morning, a small Taoist priest from the Xuanzhen Temple outside the city cried and ran into the Sanfu to report the funeral, saying that Jia Jing, the old patriarch of the Jia family and the former second-class general of Ning Guofu, had risen yesterday night.

As soon as the men of the three provinces thought that this was enough, they rode on their horses and galloped towards the outside of the city, regardless of whether they had breakfast or not.

"Brother Zhen's Day mourning, listening to those little Taoist priests, Uncle Jing's last sound was shouting, 'Daoist, I'm done!' , presumably, Uncle Jing should have faded from his mortal body and ascended to the immortal realm." Jia Hui sighed and patted Jia Zhen's shoulder and comforted.

Jia Hui also returned to Shendu yesterday afternoon, and went out to have a meal with Jia Yu and went home, who knew that he would encounter such a big thing the next day.

Look at this noodle, and the four remaining pots outside. Four furnaces of unknown liquid, Jia Hui probably knew what was going on.

Jia Jing really believed it, he racked his brains, pondered hard, spent half an hour making it up, and then handed it over to the expert to make a fake Danfang

To be honest, Jia Hui himself didn't expect that Jia Jing would really cultivate according to that pill, he originally wanted to kill him within half a month by slowly taking medicine

"Yes, Brother Zhen, now that Brother Jing has ascended to the fairy world, it is a happy event, and Brother Jing will bless us in heaven." Jia Yu was also comforting Jia Zhen on the other side.

After howling a few more times, Jia Zhen also stopped from the good and wiped a few tears from her tears.

In fact, Jia Zhen did not have much sadness about Jia Jing's death.

The Jia family has always implemented the education model of his father's strict ancestor, especially Ning Guofu.

Although Jia Jing did not torture Jia Zhen as much as Jia Zhen did to Jia Rong in the future, he was also beaten and scolded, plus Jia Zhen herself was also a mud who couldn't support the wall, as the first Jinshi since the founding of the Jia family, Jia Jing looked at Jia Zhen even more unpleasantly, and the relationship between father and son was very tense.

Jia Zhen, who grew up in this situation, naturally will not be much close to Jia Jing.

Even Jia Zhen was completely relieved when she saw her father's death as if she had been pardoned

In addition, the family's income can finally have some surplus!

"The general, the embroidered clothes and the doctor from the hospital are here." Outside the door, Hu Jiu asked for instructions inside the house.

"Bring it in."

In Daqi, it seems that this kind of noble and noble died violently and unnaturally died, no matter whether the family wants to report to the official or not, they must not suffer the master, and they must embroider clothes to check the cause of death, and avoid any vendettas, love killings, assassinations by political enemies, and murders.

It can be regarded as giving the deceased a last chance to seek justice.

And these things are to be reported to the Son of Heaven.

Although Jia Jing has escaped from the world, in the final analysis, he is still the remnant of Prince Li's old department, and he is still a core confidant, and his death cannot be ignored by the royal family.

"Humble to the captain, please be honored! See General Wei Lie, I have seen Jia Yuanwailang! He entered the Dan room, knelt down, and kowtowed to Jia Hui and his son. After getting the captain's salute, he got up and saluted Jia Zhen with a fist on one knee, and then stood up and said hello to Jia Zheng.

Although the position of embroidery is a job, but it used to be done at night, and then it couldn't be moved, and he was not willing to be lonely, and he didn't want to waste the craft of the autopsy, so he turned to the embroidery guard.

It is precisely because he has worked overnight that he does not accept it, so he also has a lot of honors, and he is the first general of Wujie in the fifth grade, and he is higher than Jia Zheng, a member of the fifth grade, according to his rank. So it's enough to salute Jia Yu, Jia Hui and Jia Zhen.

"General Jia, it's offended!" After all, he was going to dissect and autopsy his son in front of his son, and his posture was very low.

"Ah, let's inspect it, let's inspect it, and after the inspection, it will be safe to enter the earth." Jia Zhen raised his forehead and waved his hand, signaling him to hurry up. Then he went out of the Dan room with the rest of the men of the Jia family.

After making the order, he hurriedly beckoned his subordinates behind him to arrange the place, at least to put up the curtain, so as not to cause the strong discomfort of the deceased's family if the scene was too bloody.

Behind every rule is a bloody lesson.

For example, you have to hang a curtain.

At the time of the founding of the country, the old man's favorite young son of the Zhenguo Bull family drank to death, and the embroidered clothes were sent to the Niu Mansion for an autopsy according to the rules.

Xiuyi also felt that it didn't matter, after all, he was an old general who was used to seeing life and death

Then the old general who was heartbroken was sent to reincarnation with a punch.

Since then, the post-mortem curtain has become a hard and fast rule, whether you are a prince or a prince, you are not allowed to look at it!

"Alas, big brother is gone." Jia Zheng sat on Jia Zhen's right side, sighing with regret.

"yes, alas. How beautiful a person used to be, a noble Jinshi, who would have thought that it would be like this. Alas." Jia Yu was also a little sad, remembering the old time when he and Jia Jing became the twin sons of the Jia family and had a bright future.

"Uncle Jing left too suddenly, what should I do about this funeral?" Jia Hui asked with some concern.

Although Jia Jing has been eating heavy metal pills in the past few years, his body is here, and he is still tough after so long. Everyone thinks that Jia Jing can live for a long time, and the clan has not prepared a plate for him.

"Alas, this is no way, first in Luoyang and the surrounding coffin shops to find out if there is a ready-made, if there is really no then go to the old relatives' house to ask, change to use, let's send back a pair, if not, then you can only use ready-made materials to rush the work."

Jia Zhen stared blankly into the distance, and he quickly thought of a solution to the affairs of the prime minister's clan.

A few people nodded, and that was all there was to it.

Soon, after finding the cause of death, he restored the body to its original state, cleaned up the room, and walked out of the Dan room.

"Lieutenant, Marquis Rong, General Jia, the cause of death has been found." He bowed to the three of them.

"How did you die?" Jia Zhen asked.

“.” He was silent for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Hold it up."

As soon as the words fell, the outside of Dan's room suddenly calmed down.

"Huh?" Jia Zhen looked at the work with a strange expression.

"How, how did you die?" Jia Yu gouged out his ears with his little thumb, a little incredulous.

Death? That's too unproductive, isn't it?

"Hui Taiwei, Marquis Rong, the old master of your mansion is indeed dying." The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, the death of the old head of the Jia family can be regarded as a legend in his thirty-year career.

"What the hell is going on?" Jia Hui was also very surprised, shouldn't Jia Jing have been poisoned by himself?

The imperial doctor, who had been silent, replied to Jia Hui.

"Captain Hui, according to the prescription provided by the kitchen boy, this medicine will cause hallucinations, and the more you drink, the more serious the hallucinations will become, and the heartbeat will be accelerated. Uh, that is, it is easy to get on the head if you drink too much, I heard Xiao Daotong say that the old master of your mansion drank three times the usual amount last night.

It stands to reason that drinking so much will indeed lead to violent death, but before he has time to attack, the old master of your mansion is gone. Just about to drag the text, when I saw the imperial doctors Jia Amnesty, Jia Hui, and Jia Zhen, they looked confused and a little impatient, so they quickly changed to some easy-to-understand words.

"What happened before I had time?" Jia Yu discovered a blind spot.

That's the scope of expertise.

"Back to Ronghou, I just saw that the poisonous water in the several water practice furnaces outside was almost full, presumably the old man moved into the house to drink the same amount of poisonous water, and the humble post just poured a pot and observed it, and found that there were a lot of metal slag at the bottom of the water, and there were about three bowls in the bowl, and all of these were swallowed by the old master into his stomach."

The men of the Jia family explained, and they couldn't help but feel a little emotional in their hearts.

How did you stuff it in!

"It's okay to have a lower stomach, but at this time, it can't be standing or lying down, half-lying is the best choice, but the old master should be cross-legged and practicing again, and he has begun to practice some breathing methods again.

At this time, the old man's stomach was already rising to the limit, and at this time, with deep breathing, the diaphragm under the lungs contracted, and the stomach was squeezed.

The old master also died of pain all at once."

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Jia Hui, and left the Xuanzhen Temple with the imperial doctor, leaving only the four members of the Jia family who were speechless.

。。。。。。

The Jia family has lost face!

The old master of Ning Guofu, the death of Jia Jing, who went to the Xuanzhen Temple outside the city to cultivate immortals, was really too funny, and now it has become an after-dinner conversation for men, women and children in the Shendu City, and it has a tendency to spread to the surrounding areas.

Perhaps the cause of Jia Jing's death will become a joke at the national level.

Jia Hui also privately approached the commander of the embroidered guard, wanting him to severely punish the leak, but the commander told him with an embarrassed face, this is from the palace.

The reason is that a few little eunuchs on errand in the warm pavilion heard the report of embroidered clothes to the emperor, and bragged to others at night that their mouths were not strict, and they happened to be listened to by the chamberlain who was responsible for purchasing materials, and told it as a joke to the vegetable merchant who was his relative

And then it spread like a plague.

The palace was also taken aback by this incident, and then launched a major purge, and heard Chen Si say that more than 300 people had been killed with a rod.

The pot has exploded in Rongguo's mansion, and the women in the family have gone crazy and sent people to curb it. The spread of the truth, but it is useless, no matter how powerful the Jia family is, can it still beat up some of the nobles and lowly in the city?

So Jia's mother began to take Jia Yu's hand and say that he was not filial, that he was hard-hearted and did not care about the reputation of his family, and asked Jia Yu to go to the county mansion to let Jia Hui suppress this matter as soon as possible.

Jia Yu naturally patted his chest and agreed, and Jia Mu released him from Rongxi Hall.

Jia Yu, who came out of Rongxi Hall, did not hesitate at all, and took the family to the county mansion together, saying that he wanted to impress Jia Hui with a family offensive and then never came back.

As of today, Jia Yu and his wife have been living in the county mansion for five days with their three small ones.

Jia Yu finally took Mrs. Xing into the main hall and enjoyed the treatment of an old lady.

Jia Hui was kicked out and could only wander between the study and the courtyard of his six wives and concubines.

Backyard.

The sluggish air didn't even have much fun with the children who were laughing and laughing in the past, but they were just preparing ingredients with the eldest sister-in-law and a few concubines of the eldest brother, while Mrs. Xing looked at Aunt Yue with envy on her belly that still didn't fluctuate.

By the small lake, father and son sat slumped in rocking chairs and sighed.

"Brother Hun, there's really nothing you can do?" Jia Yu turned his head to look at Jia Hui, who was calmly looking at the lake.

"Alas, if your mouth grows on someone else's face, how can you still not let people speak?"

Jia Hui said helplessly.

He also tried to suppress the heat, such as diverting his attention and releasing the Zhou family of the Teaching Workshop Division to get together with the Qingpi of a good wife, and was also discovered by the adults of the Teaching Workshop Division This kind of gossip that went straight to the next three roads.

But everyone is still more interested in the gossip of the wealthy, everyone Zhou? After all, it's not a show? How can there be a relative of Taiwei, the former head of the Ning Guofu family's explosive death is interesting?

Forget it, so be it, anyway, the county government doesn't rely on fame to eat. Moreover, it seems that the biggest loss is Ning Guofu, right?

"It's a mess, I don't even want to celebrate my birthday in fourteen days."

It's about to be May 15, and Jia Hui will be twenty years old.

Jia Yu glanced at Jia Hui.

"You shouldn't have lived, no matter how good Brother Jing is, he is also your uncle in the five suits, I don't ask you to keep filial piety to him, but you can't leave for half a month, you have to feast and have fun, right?"

"Whatever." Jia Hui smashed his mouth.

"Now that Brother Jing is gone, that, that. Little prince, did you find anything? Jia Yu asked a little nervously.

"Anyway, it's in Zhongnan Mountain, it's in the Qinling Mountains, but it's not too deep, otherwise it will be too difficult to replenish the supply of at least a few thousand people, and I even suspect that they are in small towns in the Qinling Mountains such as Yingpan, Xialiang, Zhashui, and Zhen'an." Speaking of Prince Li's remnants, Jia Hui scratched his neck irritably.

The number of people is too small to enter the Qinling Mountains to explore, and it is easy to be discovered if there are too many, and he doesn't want the scouts to go to the Qinling Mountains to bury their bones in vain, maybe they don't need to bury them, the beasts will digest them

"The next target of exploration is the small town in the Qinling Mountains, I estimate that they should be able to control a small town to develop, and there is no little prince there? They are loyal and will never treat their masters badly, right? Maybe it's going to be in some town."

"That's good, that's good" Hearing Jia Hui's words, Jia Yu nodded again and again.

Since you have failed and fallen to the dust, why don't you quickly accept your fate? Do you have to implicate all of us and the last blood of the young master to death?

You guys should be damned!

Thinking of this, Jia Yu snorted coldly and sulked angrily.

I don't know if I'm angry that I didn't follow the master and chose to survive, or I'm angry at these old people who are unwilling to fail and want to make a comeback.

"Master, big brother, it's time to eat!"

In the distance, Jia Lian shouted at his father and eldest brother with a male duck voice, and his father and brother hurriedly got up from the rocking chair, held the teacup in his hand and walked towards the table that had been cleaned up

(End of chapter)