After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

Sure enough, as Jia Jing expected, the one who went back to Beijing for the funeral with him was indeed Zhen Guozhong.

I am afraid that only the head of the family, Zhen Guozhong, went there in person, so that Xiao Sun could feel relieved.

Zhen Guozhong is a filial son, a virtuous grandson, and a clever courtier.

He knew very well that after the old lady of Rongguo Mansion passed away, his own old lady became the only sustenance of the saint.

As long as the old lady is well, the Zhen family will not fail.

Therefore, Zhen Guozhong will make this trip in person, both for public and private purposes.

Since I went against the current when I returned to Beijing, it took me longer than when I came here.

This back and forth, a month has passed.

Rongguo Mansion's funeral has already been completed, but because Sun's natal family has not seen her remains, the coffin has not been sealed yet.

But each family has already come to worship, and the coffin of the old lady was put into the Tiekan Temple to stop her coffin. After a hundred days of filial piety, her descendants will help her to go to the ancestral grave in Jinling for burial.

Because of the old lady's seniority, the whole family of Rongguo Mansion, except for a few embarrassing concubines, guarded the spirit of the old lady in Tiekan Temple.

Zhen Guozhong got off the boat at the pier and rushed all the way to Tiekan Temple to pay his respects to the remains of the old lady.

The weather outside was getting hotter and hotter every day, but after entering the place where the old lady stopped, Zhen Guozhong couldn't help shivering.

He glanced around and saw that ice basins were placed all around, and icebergs were piled up next to the coffin, which looked very meticulous.

As soon as Jia Jing got off the boat, he sent someone to report, and several descendants of the family were greeted at the door by Jia Daishan's order.

When the group entered the mourning hall, they saw Jia Daishan coming up with the support of others, leaning on a mourning staff.

Zhen Guozhong hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects: "Brother, please greet my cousin."

Jia Daishan raised his hand to help: "You don't need to be too polite. The family is in a hurry, and if you are far away, I hope you will forgive me."

"Cousin, what are you talking about?" Zhen Guozhong's eyes turned red, "I'd better let my younger brother offer incense to the old lady first."

"Please, dear brother." Jia Daishan stepped out of the way.

Zhen Guozhong stepped forward, first folded his hands in a bow, then took the three sticks of incense sticks ordered by the servants, bowed four times, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Jia Daishan was already kneeling in front of the brazier, burning paper money to turn into ingots, and the clansmen who were guarding the spirit left and right were crying.

Perhaps affected by the atmosphere, Zhen Guozhong, whose eyes were already red, couldn't bear it any longer, and cried, "Auntie, auntie, why did you go like this? My mother was still talking about you the day before yesterday, saying that it was going to be harvested in autumn." The best lotus root in the West Lake has been made into lotus root powder, and I will give it to you to try..."

What he said even while weeping aroused Jia Daishan's heart, he almost couldn't hold the ingot in his hand, tears flowed down his face, and he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing this, Jia Jing hurriedly stepped forward to support him, while comforting him, he winked at Jia Amnesty and asked him to come and comfort him.

But these days, Jia Amnesty has been crying so hard that his mind is numb. Hearing Zhen Guozhong's words now, he cried harder than Jia Daishan, how could he care about others?

Seeing this, Jia Jing secretly lamented Jia She's pure filial piety, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, he poked his finger on the acupuncture point of Jia She's jade pillow, Jia She rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Brother She, brother She, what's the matter with you?" Jia Jing looked surprised, "Uncle, look at Brother She!"

Being so surprised by him, Jia Daishan couldn't care less about being sad, and hurriedly turned to look at his son, only to see that Jia She's cheeks were red and purple, obviously he had lost his breath.

"Xie'er, She'er!" He hurriedly took a few steps on his knees, arrived beside Jia Shen, and pressed his thumb firmly on Jia She's person.

Jia Jing also hurriedly rubbed Jia Amnesty's tiger's mouth.

There was a sudden commotion in the mourning hall, so he hurried to invite the doctor who had been waiting in the meditation room.

"Xie'er, wake up! Wake up, Xi'er... woo~" Jia Daishan, a big man, just experienced the pain of losing his mother, and now that his eldest son has also passed away, he immediately felt a little unbearable.

Aristocratic families value the eldest son, these words are not just words.

Although the Rongguo Mansion cannot be called a family, it has gone through two generations. Jia Daishan still understands the way of inheritance.

Although he felt that Jia Amnesty was a bit useless because of Shi Shi, but after all, he was the eldest son whom he had been looking forward to for so many years, how could he not feel sorry for him?

No matter how much Shi Shi expresses and hints, Jia Daishan has never had the idea of ​​abolishing the elders and establishing the younger ones.

He even thought that since the eldest son is incompetent and the younger son is promising, then he will go on his own in the future, and he will distribute more of the family property to the eldest son, and then give the second son a career in career.

After all, the youngest son is promising, how much glory and wealth will he have in the future that he can't earn by himself?

The eldest son has no skills, so as long as he lives in peace and contentment in the future, being a rich man is probably a blessing.

Seeing this, Jia Jing regretted his recklessness.But since he wanted to help Jia She, he had to plan for Jia She.

There is no need to think about Shi's, unless there is some major change, according to Shi's stubbornness, he will never be pleasing to Jia She in this life.

The road on Shi's side was cut off, and basically blocked, so Jia Jing didn't bother, and just focused on Jia Daishan.

With Jia Daishan, he wanted to first confirm Jia Amnesty's virtue of "pure filial piety" and increase Jia Daishan's tolerance for Jia Amnesty.

In this way, Jia Daishan will be very happy if Jia Amnesty is a little bit more self-motivated in the future.

Even if Jia She had a conflict with his mother, Shi Shi, Jia Daishan would no longer listen to Shi Shi's one-sided words.

As for other things, we will plan in the future, and Jia Jing is not in a hurry.

The doctor arrived soon, and after examining Jia She's pulse, he took out silver needles and pricked his ring fingers on both hands, bleeding a little.

Not long after, the purple color on Jia She's face disappeared, and he woke up faintly.

"Grandmother." Jia She called out in a daze before opening his eyes completely.

As a result, what I saw was naturally not the kind grandmother in the dream, but the haggard father who was full of sorrow and joy.

Because the men of the Jia family saw their sons, it was as if they met an enemy, so Jia Amnesty had always been afraid of his father.

But today, facing his father who was also grieved by the death of his grandmother, he suddenly felt a resonance in his heart.

His nose was sore, and he didn't know where the courage came from. He rushed forward and hugged his father's neck, crying loudly: "Master, master, grandma is gone, grandma is gone!"

Jia Daishan's heart was sore, he put his arms around his son, both father and son were hoarse, weeping in their arms.

The clansmen on the side hurried forward to comfort them, and Zhen Guozhong pleaded guilty again and again, blaming himself for not arousing the hearts of the father and son.

After finally persuading him, Jia Jing asked casually, "Where is Brother Zheng?"

Jia Daishan's eyes were full at the moment, "My son is pure filial piety, my son is like me", so suddenly when he heard that Jia Zheng, who was already seven years old, was not in the mourning hall, he stared blankly and asked, "Where is Zheng'er? "

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, they really didn't notice when Jia Zheng left.

Jia Jing hooked the corners of his lips indiscriminately, and went up to be a good person again: "Brother Zheng is young, after so many days of tossing, he is not feeling well, and he can't bear it."

If Jia She hadn't cried and pouted, Jia Jing's words were quite reasonable, after all, Jia Zheng was only seven years old this year, two or three years younger than Jia She.

However, Jia Amnesty just mourned too much and pushed it away.

In this way, Jia Zheng, who disappeared without a trace, was particularly conspicuous.

At this time, it is important to pay attention to different seats for men and women at the age of seven, that is to say, at the age of seven, they should be sensible and polite.

Is Jia Zheng so polite?

Jia Daishan said angrily: "Haven't you sent someone to find that evil obstacle for me?"

Naturally, someone will take care of this matter. Jia Jing accepts it when he sees it. He didn't rush for quick success and quick profit to pursue the victory. Instead, he asked Jia Daishan worriedly: "Brother Amnesty is so mournful, I am afraid that the old lady will not feel at ease. Why don't you let me go?" Let my nephew take him down to explain it?"

Jia Daishan's paternal love for Jia Amnesty at this moment is at a time when his father's love is overflowing, so how could he not?Not only did he nod his head in agreement, but he also spoke kindly to Jia She: "She is obedient, follow your elder brother to go out and get some air."

But Jia She himself was not happy.

He knew very well that as soon as the cousin of the Zhen family arrived, burned incense, and paid homage to the old lady's remains, the old lady's coffin would be completely sealed.

From then on, he really never saw each other again.

"Master," Jia She's voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak, but he insisted very stubbornly, "My son wants to see the old lady off for the last time."

Seeing that he insisted from the bottom of his heart, Jia Daishan secretly sighed, and then said: "Then you can go to rest after the old lady seals the coffin."

Now that the matter has come to this point, Jia Jing can't persuade him anymore.

He supported Jia Amnesty, accompanied Jia Daishan, and took Zhen Guozhong to pay homage to the old lady's remains. Then he ordered his relatives to work together to close the old fir's coffin, nail it tightly, and put it in the outer coffin.

Since then, the funeral of Mrs. Sun's has come to an end.

As for the rest, after the hundred days of filial piety, Jia Daishan helped the spirit return home, put the coffin of the old lady into the tomb of the old Duke Jia Yuan, and buried him with the old Duke.

There is nothing wrong with Jia Jing.

Once his three-month filial piety was over, he honestly went to the East Palace to report.

As for Jia Amnesty, Jia Jing knew that his weakness was his deceased grandmother, so he naturally took this as a breakthrough point and instilled in him "the old lady loves you the most, and the biggest wish is that you can live a life of glory and dignity" thoughts like that.

Furthermore, because of the reasons in his previous life, Jia Jing didn't have the slightest affection for Shi Shi.

Since he decided to help Jia She, he naturally didn't want Jia She to think about Shi Shi in his heart.

Of course, Jia Jing is not a fool, so naturally he would not directly speak ill of Shi Shi to Jia She.

He still understands the truth of being close to each other.

Jia Jing just secretly provoked the connections left by Mrs. Sun, and let Jia Amnesty know about the discord between Sun and Shi through their mouths, and... Shi's shadow was behind Sun's death.

In the last point, Sun's manpower was unexpected.

But I couldn't help hearing Jia Jing's people's doubts about Sun's sudden illness over and over again:

——The old lady is usually a cautious person, and she never pays attention to her appetite. How could she suddenly want to eat mutton?And it's the most stomach-stimulating braised mutton?