Chapter 200 Disease
Rongguofu Lixiangyuan.
I heard that my eldest brother cried so much that Jia Zheng's heart... was half in the cold winter and half in the spring breeze.
If the whole family of three in Dongfu is really gone, then...
While he was frightened, he couldn't help but feel a little hopeful.
Even Mrs. Wang in the small Buddhist hall was wrapped in a quilt and leaning in front of the door, hoping to hear the good news she wanted.
"Master, the old lady is not well. Go and have a look!"
The voice of the maid outside was like the sound of nature.
Is the old lady going to die too?
Wang couldn't help but clutch the quilt tightly.
It is said that a thousand-year road turns into a river, and a daughter-in-law of many years becomes a mother-in-law.
She became a mother-in-law, but she still had to set the rules for the old lady.
For so many years, she had eaten, she had served her like a maid, she had taken care of the house, and she had raised the children for the eldest family, but what was the result?
Die, it would be better to die.
The damn ones are all dead, and no one can stop her from walking out of this small Buddhist hall.
So what, sir?
All the master’s promising children were born to her.
Wang waited excitedly.
Waiting for the good news of wearing sackcloth and mourning.
Moreover, none of the members of the Dongfu family had actual jobs, but they were still assassinated. So the Supreme Emperor would feel a little guilty no matter what?
He cannot compensate the dead, so he must compensate the living.
Her two sons are both direct descendants of the Jia family.
Wang couldn't help but think about the future.
But not long after, Jia Zheng dragged his legs back.
After his butt became loose, the sound he made when walking was different from normal.
Mrs. Wang quickly pricked up her ears.
"Master~"
Aunt Zhou greeted Jia Zheng and swept the snow off him, "You're back so soon? Old lady..."
"The old lady is asleep."
Jia Zheng sighed, "Brother Dongfu is gone."
"..."
Aunt Zhou was stunned for a moment and quickly realized that only Master Jing was missing in the East Mansion.
The eldest wife and Uncle Zhen are still here. It’s great, it’s great!
In Aunt Zhou's opinion, Mr. Jing stayed in the Taoist temple all year round. Once he was gone, he was gone and had little impact on her.
But if the eldest wife and Uncle Zhen are gone...
"How could this happen?"
She looked in disbelief, "Master, then you have to go..."
"It's too late. I'll go with the old lady tomorrow."
Jia Zheng waved his hand and went back to the house directly.
Compared to the homeless eldest brother, he missed the eldest sister-in-law in Dongfu more.
It's a pity that man's life is too hard.
Jia Zheng was disappointed.
But with the return of Zhu Si, the commander of the Wucheng Army, and the files sent back by Mr. Lu of Shuntian Prefecture, those with better information in the capital knew that Jia Jing was dead, and he chose the same death method as the prince.
That night, many people sighed in the study room and couldn't sleep well even after lying down and tossing and turning.
Princess Nan'an finally got up and went to the ancestral hall to talk to her deceased husband in the middle of the night.
The four bastards and eight princes of the past have now become yesterday's flowers.
Jia Jing, the most capable person, had been cowardly for all these years, but he never expected to die so miserably.
What will their family look like in the future?
While she was sighing in the ancestral hall, Shen Ning was finally cleaning up in the burned-down courtyard.
Together with Jia Zhen and Jia Rong, we removed the last broken beam, and we could roughly see the burned body huddled together.
"Dad~, Dad~~~~"
Jia Zhen's voice has become hoarse from crying.
The moment he saw his father's body, his body and spirit were stretched to the extreme and he was shaking uncontrollably.
"...Someone, take the uncle away."
Shen Ning's body swayed, and if Brother Rong hadn't paid attention and helped her, she might have fallen down.
But no!
There are people from the Wucheng Bingma Division and Shuntian Mansion here.
"Brother Rong, you go down too."
"Grandma..."
How could Brother Rong have the heart to let his grandmother face it alone?
"Grandma, I will help grandpa with you~~~"
His tears fell heavily.
He was scared, but his grandmother was here.
"Be good, your grandfather probably doesn't want you to see him like this."
Shen Ning took the tea handed over by Cheng Luo Wusheng and slowly sprinkled it on the ground, "He and I are one husband and wife, I have to make him more decent..."
When Mr. Lu came this way, she took off her cloak and covered the deceased.
"Let's go! You all go!"
Her voice trembled, breaking in the wind and snow.
So far, no one has seen her shed a single tear, but everyone feels that she is much sadder than Jia Zhen, who was about to faint from crying.
It's just that some people's sadness doesn't show up on the surface.
Her sadness is in the bricks picked out piece by piece, Wali...
She didn't let anyone else do it, even her children and grandchildren. In the end, they just moved the things she picked out.
Unless it's something like a beam that can't be moved.
She asked Jia Zhen and Brother Rong to help lift it, and she did everything else by herself.
She took care of Jia Jing's dignity and didn't want others to see his miserable state after death...
At several campfires, the men warming themselves up were silent.
It is said that Mrs. Shen is the most powerful woman in Jokhang, but Jia Jing has such a wife... She will be worthy of her life!
There are many noble ladies in the capital, and many of them claim to have a good relationship with each other, but who can be like Mrs. Shen?
He was so emotional that he couldn't help but want to shed tears for her.
"Mother, my son won't leave~"
Jia Zhen feels sorry for her father and her mother, so how can she be willing to leave?
"...Do you want your father to die without peace of mind?"
Shen Ning looked at him with a compelling light.
"..."
Jia Zhen was inexplicably frightened.
He felt that if he kept trying, his mother could beat him.
"Or are you saying that your father has just died and my words have no effect?"
"...My son is leaving, my son is leaving, wuwu~~wuwuwu~~~~~"
Jia Zhen cried, and staggered back with the help of Jia Zhu and Jia Lian who came over.
"Auntie~"
Lanzhi put the cloak given by Xing on Shen Ning, "You should also take care of yourself. My uncle is still alive. He will be sad to see you like this."
"..."
Shen Ning nodded, "Take Brother Rong down."
Things have to be done.
Shen Ning drove everyone away, then took off her cloak and picked up debris from the body with the help of the weak lantern light.
It would be absolutely false to say that I am not afraid.
Although I told myself time and time again that collecting a corpse is a virtuous act, but...
Shen Ning picked out three tiles and bricks from the corpse in succession. By the sound of them being placed, she finally tapped out the secret code she had agreed with Jia Jing in her original memory.
A dull voice sounded from above, and Jia Jing sighed softly. He could vaguely hear the movement above, and at the exit, he knew that many officers and soldiers were coming.
But my wife...
Jia Jing actually wanted her to think that he was really dead.
However, she was so determined to do it alone, his heart...
Jia Jing held the scabbard and carefully struck back three times where Shen Ning struck.
The sound was very weak, and I almost missed it if I wasn't careful.
Fortunately, Shen Ning heard it.
She sat down on the ground, finally relieved.
At the same time, Jia She finally took Youshi and Xiao Yueyue to the mountain.
The crying suddenly increased again.
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Jia Jing couldn't help but blush when he heard his daughter's childish cries coming from above.
It's such a cold day, what are you doing to bring your daughter here?
Didn't he say that you can live and die in this life?
Why don't you listen?
Are you afraid that he will be found out here?
No need, once the officers and soldiers left, he would find a way to fill in the tunnel.
The body belonged to an old beggar.
The day before yesterday, I curled up and froze to death in the wind and snow, and then was burned like this by the fire...
Although he suffered a lot after his death, they still collected his body.
Jia Jing sighed softly.
But my ears couldn't help but catch my daughter's voice.
Shen Ning didn't care why her daughter cried today.
Not to mention that her hands were dirty, even if they were not dirty, she wouldn't be able to hold her.
Her arm is broken.
Jia Min, Jia Ku and Yuan Chun all came.
Fortunately, although they are attentive, they have not seen Jia Jing for several years.
What's more, the body had been burned beyond recognition.
"You're here just in time, let's send your eldest brother off for his last journey!"
The pyre for the second cremation had been piled up. Shen Ning resisted and did not let herself fall down at this time. "Zhen'er, Youshi, and Brother Rong, follow me and send the master up."
"..."
"..."
Jia She wanted to say, let's just leave it like this and stop burning his eldest brother.
However, that look I just saw...
Jia She knew clearly that his eldest brother was a decent man. Instead of being buried in such a miserable state, it would be better to burn him into a handful of ashes and keep him clean.
And it was burned in such a way that even the ancestors wouldn't be able to recognize it when it went down there.
It would be better to burn him clean and remove the shackles of his body so that his uncle and father could still recognize him.
The body was huddled together and could not fit into the coffin. Shen Ning and others carried it and placed it on the pyre amid Xiao Yue'er's cries.
A fire was lit and the second cremation was carried out in front of many officers and soldiers from Shuntian Mansion and Wucheng Army and Horse Division.
Under the raging fire, the Jia family cried together.
Shen Ning was relieved.
She was so exhausted that she finally passed out gorgeously.
In fact, she was sick.
From being chased, to running long distances in the wind and snow to kill people, it was something I had never thought about before.
What's more, she was so nervous that she picked up bricks and tiles in the middle of the night. The clothes on her body got wet, wet and dried again, and she also collected the corpse...
He got hot as soon as he fell down.
Although Dr. Bai had already prepared the medicine, Shen Ning's illness came quickly and urgently.
She heard Jia Mu crying in her sleep, felt the vibration of the carriage in her sleep, and seemed to be back in a familiar place.
She didn't know that accusations against the King of Jin for being unfilial were flying all over the court.
Although everyone speculated that the King of Jin colluded with the Japanese pirates and that he was responsible for Jia Jing's death, there was no direct evidence for this matter. Even if there was direct evidence, the royal family would not admit it.
Although Jia Jing is dressed in white, he comes from a distinguished family, and everyone knows why he did not become an official.
The fact that the royal family killed the descendant of a hero will chill the whole world.
The emperor governed the country with benevolence and filial piety. In the court hall, he recalled the memory of Duke Ning Rong for the Supreme Emperor. In memory of his grandfather's merits, he was given the post of second rank and ordered his descendants to carry the coffin into the capital through the North Gate and be buried in a private hall. In addition, after the funeral ceremony, the descendants were ordered to carry the coffin back to their hometown, and they also offered sacrifices as usual at Guanglu Temple, and offered sacrifices to the princes and princes in the court.
But Shen Ning didn't know all this.
She was very ill, had recurring fevers, couldn't eat, and sometimes would vomit when she drank water.
Jia Zhen was helpless, fearing that after her father was gone, her mother would be gone too, so she went to the emperor to seek help from the imperial doctor despite her already ill health.
The Emperor is ill, and all the doctors from the Imperial Hospital are in Shoukang Palace.
But the Jia family...
The emperor sighed and sent two imperial doctors over on the spot.
Shen Ning obviously lost weight.
"Auntie!"
Lanzhi has helped a lot these days. Seeing her like this, he couldn't help but sigh, "Are you going to go with your uncle?"
Shen Ning: "..."
She felt uncomfortable all over, her throat was dry and hoarse, and she couldn't speak.
"You are gone and you are at peace, but what about Xiao Yue'er?"
Lanzhi said: "When I saw her that day, the little doll had a round face and was taken care of very well. However, you have been sick for the past few days and she cannot see you and cries every day."
As an orphan, she knows how pitiful a child without a father or mother is.
This is not a matter of money.
The Lan family used to be a high-class family in Ningxia.
But without a father or a mother...
"She lost weight."
Lanzhi said: "She will be taken to her uncle to cry every day. There are many people coming and going there..."
She stopped talking and Shen Ning said with difficulty: "I want to drink water."
The biggest problem when getting sick is not being able to eat or drink.
She really wasn't determined to die.
Don't say that she is not the original person. Even if she is the original person, Jia Jing is not dead. Why should she die?
"Put some salt in it."
"Coming, coming."
Qingzhu and several big maids have been waiting on her day and night for the past few days.
Now I heard that she wanted to drink water, so I hurriedly poured what I had prepared.
A touch of salt water slid down my throat.
In order to prevent her from vomiting again, Qingzhu and Qingping held down the tiger's mouth of both hands.
Fortunately, she didn't throw up this time.
Lan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really afraid that after her uncle passed away, her aunt would also be gone.
She still has to seek revenge from the so-called second uncle in Xifu.
Lanzhi came here several times, wanting to see what the man looked like, but unfortunately, he didn't see him every time.
She felt that the man was avoiding her.
Hum~
You can hide from the first grade of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth grade.
Only the eldest uncle died, and the eldest aunt was ill again. Thinking that the old lady next door could contribute to the eldest aunt that day, she introduced him to him for a few days.
"Bring Yue'er over here."
Shen Ning felt a little more comfortable, "Let me take a look from a distance."
If you are sick, you cannot pass it on to your daughter.
But when Lanzhi said this, she was really worried.
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