Jia Lu through the Red Chamber

"Ms. Jia, please greet the Marquis of Pingyuan!"

Bend your knees, bow your head, and salute.

Obviously I am used to it, and it is not a kowtow, but it is the first time I find it so difficult.

Xiao He stood beside Ping Yuanhou, smiling flamboyantly, "Miss Jia can still salute!"

"Whether the girl in our family can salute has nothing to do with Madam He!"

Mrs. Zhang just pulled back from the front and saw a circle in front of the mourning hall. When she came over, she heard Mrs. He's wanton laugh. She passed through the crowd, helped Jia Lu up, and said to Mrs. He,

"Hou Pingyuan, Mrs. He."

She socialized a lot and got to know a lot. She knew that this young Mrs. He had a good face, and liked others to say that she was Mrs. Hou instead of Mrs. He, so she was not as good as she wanted.

Then he said, "The two of you are bullying the young girl in the mourning hall of the dead. Are you bullying me that there is no one in Jia's family?"

When Zhang's words were so tough, the atmosphere froze instantly.

Xiao He is just a stern person, and she is a little courageous when facing a little girl like Shang Jia Lu, but she has no courage when facing a powerful and commanding wife like Shang Zhang, so she can only stare with watery eyes Look towards Ping Yuanhou.

Marquis Pingyuan couldn't stand this the most, Sui said,

"This Marquis just wants the little girl to meet him. Doesn't this Marquis have the qualifications?"

Zhang's face darkened.

"Master Pingyuan naturally has the qualifications, but please restrain Mrs. He, don't laugh in the mourning hall, and respect the dead!"

She also doesn't want to fall out with the Jiang family, after all, it's her daughter's future husband's family, but it's hard to get out now.

The Jiang family is focused on the matter of saluting, while the Jia family is focused on the matter of laughing in the mourning hall. Both of them are unwilling to let go, but these two families are future in-laws, and this incident caused trouble!

When Jia Zhen heard about the incident, she hurried inside. Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, she laughed and said, "The Marquis of Pingyuan is here! I don't know if I have incensed my late father. We are also in-laws, so we shouldn't be making jokes." no!"

As he spoke, he glared at Jia Lu and Zhang Shi. This Marquis of Pingyuan is the family of his ex-wife, and also the family of Lu’s future husband. At the beginning, the old lady told him to get along well, but it happened that he would make a fuss when he was not around for a while. Something went wrong.

Marquis Pingyuan didn't want to fall out with the upstart Jia's family, so he went down the steps, but Xiao He didn't want to. For the fiancée of his own cheap son, she dared to laugh at him with eloquence. 1 are not worth seeing.

Just when he was about to say something more, a young fat man ran out, pulled Xiao He and said, "Mother, today is the day of Duke Jia's funeral, so don't make trouble!"

It can be seen that Xiao He loves her little son very much, and lost his temper in a blink of an eye, and was pulled back by the little fat man happily. The fat man winked at Jia Lu while he was not attracting attention, He smiled flatteringly.

What does he mean by ignoring Jia Lu?Are you familiar with him?

Xiao He was dragged away by her son, and Jia Zhen coaxed Ping Yuanhou, and finally the matter was over. Although there were some twists and turns, fortunately, the subsequent send-offs went smoothly and nothing happened.

To send spirits out of the capital, according to the usual practice of the Jia family, they had to stay in the Tiekan Temple. The Han family did the same thing back then, and because of the limited space in the Tiekan Temple, there were two groups of people, Jia She The people of the direct lineage naturally had to guard the spirit in the Tiekan Temple, and the collateral lineages such as the Rongfu lived in the Shuiyue Temple not far away, but Jia She was so shameless that he lived in the Tiekan Temple.

"My old brother! Why did you go!"

On the mourning hall, Jia She cried out loudly, even the son of Jia Zhen, a direct relative, did not cry as sadly as he did.

"Uncle Pardon, please give me some condolences, my lord father would never see you so sad even in heaven!"

Jia She kicked him and scolded, "Your father always loves you so much. Now that you are gone, you don't see you being sad. Instead, you have the leisure to persuade me!"

Jia Zhen wiped off her sweat. In this damn weather, it got hotter at night, and Jia She, who was crying and howling, became hotter and hotter. Why isn't he sad? Have time to go!

"Uncle Pardon, my nephew is naturally sad, but my father said before his death that letting me be a housekeeper of the Jia family is the best filial piety to him. Don't be sad and lose your duty. Therefore, my nephew I dare not let myself be sad!"

Jia Amnesty seemed to have heard something, sat up straight, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said,

"Your father, what else did you say when you died?"

Jia Zhen was taken aback, and said, "Father, did father say anything before he died?"

Jia Amnesty became anxious, pointed to himself, and asked, "You are thinking about it, did your father say anything?"

Following his example, Jia Zhen raised her fingers and said, "Uncle Pardon, what do you mean?"

Jia She knocked on his forehead and cursed, "You elm head! Let me ask you, did your father say anything about me before he died!"

Jia Zhen covered her head and said hurriedly, "Uncle Xie, I really don't know about this. When we came back from the emperor's spirit send-off team in the suburbs, my father was much more lethargic and less awake. I have never seen my father sober several times, and it is even more impossible to hear what my father said about your old age!"

"Fart!" Jia She spat at him, "Brother Jing is the one who takes care of me the most. He said he would plan for me at the beginning, how could he never say anything! Think again!"

Seeing that he spoke with certainty, Jia Zhen thought it was true, but he didn't know the inside story and dared not speak nonsense, for fear of disturbing her father's important affairs, so she said,

"Uncle Xi, don't worry, I've never heard of it, but my younger sister has always been by my father's side, maybe she knows something!"

"Then what are you waiting for, why don't you invite your sister over!" Jia Amnesty said anxiously.

Jia Zhen didn't delay, anyway, Jia Lu was burning paper and chanting scriptures in the next room, but she called someone over after a while.

Jia Zhen left the Yintang, where Jia Jing's coffin was placed.

Jia Lu is a daughter, and according to the rules, she is not allowed to watch the spirit in the Yin hall, so she and her sister-in-law, Rong's daughter-in-law and others burned paper and chanted scriptures in the Yang hall next door, listening to Jia She's crying next door, and it took a long time to stop.

Everyone thought he was very tired, and after a while they saw Jia Zhen coming over and calling her over, Zhang stopped her in a hurry and said,

"Master, sister Lu is not allowed to enter the Yintang, have you forgotten?"

"Look at me, forget about it, but you'd better come out, just wait outside!"

Jia Lu followed her out the door and walked a dozen steps. After waiting for a while, she saw Jia Zhen leading Jia She, waving her sleeves and coming out with a fan.

"Lu, sister Lu." Jia She looked at the filial Jia Lu and stuttered a little. He didn't even talk to his own daughter, but thinking of his little grandson, he gritted his teeth and asked.

"Before your father passed away, did you say anything about me, or about our Rongfu?"

Jia Lu didn't expect that it was Jia She who came looking for her, but did her father tell him before he died?

Jia Lu was at a loss, and Jia She hurriedly said, "It's our house, the old lady is so eccentric, what should I do!"