The Red Mansions

Chapter 99 Jia Heng: Tear it up and mount it

In the ancestral hall——

Jia Heng raised his eyes, looked at Jia Mu intently, cupped his hands, and responded silently.

"Brother Rong, bring the clan records." Seeing that Jia Heng was silent, Jia's mother sighed inwardly, and ordered Jia Rong.

When Jia Rong heard this, she was holding a thin book made of gold leaf and jujube red skin. On the book, there was a name and surname of a member of the Jia clan. She bowed and said in a low voice, "Old ancestor."

Mother Jia opened the family book and found a page that had already been folded, on which were recorded the names of Jia Heng's father and ancestor, as well as the family tree.

Jia Qiang on the side was holding a gold plate, and two tubes of brushes stained with cinnabar ink were placed on the brush wash.

At this time, Jiamu picked up the brush, glanced at Youshi, and said, "You are the official wife of the patriarch. According to the reason, you should use a pen and paper to write down the reason, so as to count the expulsion."

Youshi's jade face was as frosty as frost. Hearing this, he took the brush and said softly: "The old lady is highly respected, so it should be written by the old lady."

The corner of Jiamu's mouth twitched, but a thought flashed in her heart, who said just now that she was highly respected?

Without time to think about it, Sister Feng's eyes flashed and she said softly: "Sister-in-law You, since the old lady loves the younger generation, you just accept this."

This statement is both thoughtful and beautiful.

You Shi couldn't refuse any more, and finally nodded to meet the gazes of Jia Mu, Sister Feng and others, and said solemnly on her jade face as bright as a peach pistil, "Then I will do my best."

With that said, he took the cinnabar brush and pointed at the family tree in Jia Rong's palm.

Although Youshi came from a small family, he had studied in the boudoir. At this moment, the pen was hanging on his wrist, and the sleeve of the skirt slid down, revealing a frosty wrist. He was holding the pen in Jia Heng's room. The list paused, and met Jia Heng's name with expectant, gloomy, or indifferent eyes.

Juanjuan wrote a line of small characters on the tip of the pen, "August 14th, [-]th year of Chongping, Jia Heng of Ningguo got married and established a business, came out of the clan to support himself, the emperor's lessons, and his descendants."

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Sister Feng and Li Wan also looked at each other, seeing a sense of relief from each other's eyes.

"This matter is finally over." Sister Feng thought to herself.

Looking at the young man standing upright with a stern face, Li Wan thought of a sentence, "One is different from the other, and everyone is happy." Although it is not suitable for the occasion, it is very appropriate.

Mrs. Wang raised her lowered eyes slightly, looked at Jia Heng expressionlessly, squeezed the Buddha beads in her hands, lowered her eyebrows slightly, and said a Buddha's name in her heart.

As for Jia Amnesty, he just sneered, looking at Jia Heng coldly, a sneer flashed in his heart.

Expulsion, thinking that this is the end of the matter?
Stupid dream!

Little thing, don't blame him for being cruel if he doesn't have the skin of a Jia clan!

Jia Heng's cousin, who seems to be called Dong Qian, is currently serving in the Five Cities Military Division, under Qiu Liang, and Cai Quan, these bastards, one counts as another, don't even think about running away!

After Youshi finished writing this, he put down the brush, turned his bright eyes, glanced at the young man in green shirt, and sighed faintly.

There was joy in the depths of Jia Rong's eyes, and she said softly: "Madam, I still need to use seals."

You Shi nodded, untied it, took the seal, stained it with red mud, and stamped the word "expulsion" after Jia Heng.

Then, Jia Rong looked at the genealogy book, then turned to look at Jia's mother, and said, "Old lady, don't say anything here."

As the nominal elder of the Jia family, Jia's mother can also use a cinnabar pen to write at the end of the thin book.

Jia Heng looked at this scene coldly, did not speak, neither urged nor obstructed.

Jia's mother picked up the brush, thought for a while, and wrote two characters after Jia Heng's name. The family identity was eliminated, and the system was eliminated.

In fact, this is still a little angry, which means that Jia Heng's line has nothing to do with Ningguo Mansion.

Before Jia Rong could offer the seal, Mother Jia had the seal, took it from Yuanyang, and put it at the end of the booklet.

With the testimony of Jia's mother, the expulsion of Jia's family has come to an end.

Jia Heng smiled lightly, looked at Jia Rong, and said, "Brother Rong, what do you need me to write?"

Jia Rong's face turned bitter, and she wanted to laugh along with her, but in front of her clansmen, she was not easy to be kind to this "enemy" who sent her father in, and replied stiffly: "That's not necessary."

"Is the matter of expulsion over?" Jia Heng asked again, suddenly remembered something, and said: "Tear up that page and let me take it away."

Jia Rong was surprised, and said, "What are you taking away?"

Doesn't the matter of expulsion from nationality record the whole story in the genealogy, and the people who go out of nationality seek their own whereabouts?

What are you taking away?
It wasn't just Jia Rong who was puzzled, even Jia Zheng, who thought the matter was over and sighed, looked up at the young man in blue in doubt.

Li Wan and Sister Feng also looked at the young man, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd.

Mother Jia looked at Jia Heng indifferently, and now that the matter is over, her mind has calmed down a bit. After all, the anger has dissipated, and the dark clouds in the sky have dispersed.

Jia Heng said lightly: "Tear it up and frame it."

Li Wan and Sister Feng: "..."

Jia Mu, Jia Amnesty, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Xing, Mrs. Wang: "???"

In the ancestral hall, the members of the Jia family who had been watching coldly from the Jia family all had weird faces, but this is an important place of the ancestral hall, and the atmosphere is solemn, there is no room for laughter.

Jia Heng didn't laugh much, and gently took the genealogy from Jia Rong who was standing there, and found his own page, and was about to tear it up.

Jia Rong's face became anxious, and she said quickly: "Mr. Jia...Master Heng, don't tear it up, there are words on the back, it belongs to Brother Qiang's family."

Jia Qiang's face darkened, and she kept cursing inwardly, and her handsome face showed anxiety. If his family tree was taken away, wouldn't he also be considered "expelled"?

Jia Heng glanced at Jia Qiang, Jia Qiang immediately smiled and said, "Master Heng, don't tear it up, don't tear it up."

At this time, You Shi, who opened his mouth slightly, also recovered from his astonishment, staring at the young man in a daze, with a faint sense of irony and laughter in his heart.

Sister Feng blinked her wide-eyed Danfeng eyes, recovering from the shock, and was about to speak.

At this time, Jia Lian gestured to Sister Feng with his eyes, got up and said, "Mr. Jia..."

Just now when his father was scolded, he didn't even dare to breathe. Now he has to make up for it.

Jia Heng waved his hand, signaling to Jia Lian that there is no need to say more. Looking into the eyes of Jia Mu and the Jia family, he said: "This is the case, it is useless to talk about it. The nobles have nothing to do with me, Jia Heng, and you don't have to get involved." , Farewell."

He is still very principled. If it is only his genealogy, he really wants to take it away to avoid further twists and turns, but Jia Qiang is among them, so he is not good.
When Jia Rong tipped him off, Jia Qiang was by the side and kept his mouth shut. No matter what the reason was, he couldn't implicate innocent people.

A man has clear grievances and grievances, so why bother others.

As Jia Heng said, he pressed his sword, his face was adjusted, and he stepped out with his head held high, leaving behind the thoughts of all kinds of people behind him.

Above the nave, hung the portrait of the Second Duke Ning Rong. His gaze seemed to be watching Jia Heng leave the ancestral hall, until the young man in green went down the stairs.

At this moment, it is mid-noon, and the autumn sun shines on the four big characters in the main hall above Jia's ancestral hall, "Careful to the end and pursue the distance", the golden light shines on the sun, shining brightly.

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Ning Rong Street

In Ningrong Street in the middle of the afternoon, just after an autumn rain, there was a sound of "da da" horseshoes on the clean bluestone road, and a red horse, surrounded by a few knights in brocade clothes, headed towards Ningguo. from the government.

The first one rode on, sitting on the saddle was an inner eunuch, in his early fifties, with gray hair, eyes like a falcon, wearing a black crown with a mountain character and a wingless black crown, with an emerald gemstone in the center of the crown, and two ribbons tied around his cheeks. under the jaw.

If it wasn't Daming Palace who was in charge of Dai Quan, the inner supervisor, who else would it be?

This father-in-law, who bowed down in the Daming Palace and smiled at everyone, was wearing a red python and dark black dress, and a black cloak, with his head held high and his chest held high, and he got off his horse in front of the gate of Ning Mansion.

Toss the rein casually, and the inner factory guard took it over.

The eminent official looked at the members of the Jia family who were already in a hurry and didn't know what to do, and said in a thin voice, "I will quickly inform the members of the Jia family in the second mansion of Ningguo and Rongguo to receive the order at Ningguo mansion. "

As he spoke, ignoring the fearful eyes of the servants of Jia's mansion, he took the imperial edict from the inner guard and opened the brocade box, bowed and trotted, raised one hand high, and stepped over the threshold of the gate with black official boots, towards the gate of Ning Guoyi and go.

Behind him, a group of internal guards wearing black cloaks poured in like a tide.

"The title of Ningguo is the head of the eight princes among the nobles of the Han Dynasty, and the inheritance of the lineage is related to the majesty of the Tian family. How can it be granted privately?"

Thinking of the emperor's explanation before his departure, Dai Quan couldn't help but speed up his pace a little bit, walking like flying, and he didn't look like he was 50 years old at all.

In the ancestral hall of Jia's mansion, Mother Jia rubbed the center of her brows, feeling exhausted, she stood up supported by the mandarin duck, and sighed: "It's all gone, it's gone."

Everyone of the Jia clan left their seats and got up one after another.

(End of this chapter)