Jia Amnesty, Duke Rong of the Red Chamber

The new emperor, that is, the former Fourth Highness, this year's princes are all named according to the water. The first emperor gave him the word "Lan", but it seems nothing, but the imperial family of the Celestial Dynasty is now surnamed Ming, and the Fourth Highness also has He chose an extremely feminine name - Minglan.

Minglan put down the memorial in her hand, "Biography Wei Qing...you don't need to pass it on, just say that I've got it right, let them all take care of themselves."

According to the rules, he gave an extra [-]% for the funeral ceremony, which would probably save Jia Amnesty a bit more face.

"Let's remove the meat for a month." Ming Lan said, "The Duke has made great contributions to the country, and I will do my best."

In order to protect Jia Daishan's body from the hot summer, Yao Qianshu broke off a branch of his own and let Jia Daishan hold it in his hand, "I am better than ice."

Jia Amnesty shook his hand vigorously, and asked after a while, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just ugly." Yao Qianshu shook his head, the leaves of the money tree will grow again, but the broken branches will not grow back.

"I don't dislike you." Jia She smiled briefly, "It's a good thing you're still here."

The people who came to express their condolences had their own thoughts, except for Li Guogong Liu's family who was destroyed because of treason, the other four princes and five princes all came to express their condolences, especially the two old people, Qi Guogong and Zhen Guogong, who held the coffin regardless of their age. Just crying, "Mr. Rong, why did you leave so early? Why are we two immortals still here?"

These two are the old Dukes who once expressed gratitude to Jia She for being young and promising in His Royal Highness, and personally participated in the project of usurping the throne.

They had friendship with Ning and Rong, who knew that the nephews of Daizi generation were ahead of them. Jia Daihua died of illness when he was young, and Jia Daishan died in his prime. The old princes were really heartbroken.

"It's not a holiday, you two..." Jia She wanted to persuade him, but his heart was so sore that he almost fell to the ground when his eyes darkened.

"Xie'er!" Luckily, Jia Jing was at the side and caught it. The meat that had been raised with great difficulty before was gone, but after a few days, he was so thin that only a handful of bones remained.

"It's okay." Jia Amnesty leaned against Jia Jing and stood up straight.

"It's good to be filial, but the person is gone. If you mourn and ruin the ceremony like this, will he be happy?" Qi Guogong directly blew his nose with his sleeve, and persuaded, "Your blood and bones are given by your father. Spoil yourself like this."

Jia Amnesty covered his face, his voice was hoarse and weeping, "Thank you Duke Qi for your comfort, I didn't do this on purpose, I really miss my father."

When his grandmother passed away, he cried hoarsely. Jia Daishan hugged him day and night, "Grandma is going to the Paradise of Paradise, and Dad is still here with you."

Thinking of this, Jia She couldn't help crying, but he was persuaded by Qi Guogong, so he had to turn his head to bear it.

He couldn't help but think over and over again, he didn't have a father, he separated from his father, he lost his father.

Qi Guogong covered his heart and wailed, "You child, it's so heartbreaking."

For a moment, there were loud cries inside and outside the mourning hall, which made people feel grateful for Jia She's filial piety.

As for the Dongping Palace, the Rongguo Mansion didn't let their people in at all, and even threw out the sacrifices and funeral rites they sent.

In the dead of night, Jia She and his brother knelt before the coffin to burn paper, and they were silent.

Jia She suddenly said, "Zheng'er, father is gone. If there is anything going on in the future, just tell brother. Don't worry..."

With these few relatives, he had already made up his mind that apart from Jia Min's dowry, the rest of the property would be divided equally between the two brothers.

If Jia Zheng really wanted to split up the family and start his own house in the future, would he really ask his pampered younger brother to go out and live a hard life?

The Celestial Dynasty is still the system of the eldest son, and most of the family business is inherited by the eldest son. Even if the second son is also a descendant, he can only get a share of the property to go out to live. Power and money are far inferior to the eldest brother.

It would be even more bleak if it was not good for the eldest son.

Jia Zheng also heard some gossip in the past few days, so he shook his head and said, "Brother, don't listen to this. A good man has his ambitions everywhere. I will definitely not stare at these things at home."

He also made up his mind early on to venture out on his own, and stayed in the Duke's Mansion all the time, protected by his father and brother, everyone respected him as the second son of the Duke's Mansion, but who was it because of him Jia Zheng?

"Good boy, Dad must be very happy to know that you are so ambitious." Jia She felt very proud of him.

Not long after, Wei Ziqi escorted a pair of brothers and sisters to worship Jia Daishan in the dark.

"Duke Rong, don't blame me for coming late at night, I'll just come and see off the old Duke." Ming Lan put incense on Jia Daishan in plain clothes, and beside him was Princess Anshun.

He knew in his heart that without Jia Daishan and his son, he would most likely not be able to be emperor.

Moreover, he considers himself to be of the same type as Jia She, so he cannot help being hurt by things, and feels a little close.

Do they want power in their hands for their own ambition?

No, they all came to power to make their loved ones live well.

Jia Amnesty wanted to salute, but Ming Lan dragged him out, "We won't talk about that right now."

Princess Anshun even kowtowed and bowed, "The old man has saved my life. Anshun hasn't repaid your great kindness yet, so you just go."

Men and women are different, and they are not good at helping Princess Anshun, so she kowtows to Jia Daishan three times.

Minglan can't stay longer, and she will leave after the incense burns out, "Mr. Rong, we still have a lot of promises. Don't worry about Juyongguan. After discussing with Wei Qing, we will change the defense in a few days."

The little beauty is a very delicate emperor, and his brain circuit is still the way of truth, kindness and beauty.

Since ancient times, the emperor has reused a person and refused to let him keep his filial piety. This is called Duoqing, which shows how much the emperor values ​​him.

But the little beauty didn't think so. If he hated someone, he would deprive that person of the right to be a filial piety for his father. If he liked anyone, he would let him be a filial piety.

But the people in the court didn't think so. They felt that the emperor had seized the king of Dongping County, but let Rong Guogong, the guard of the Juyong Pass, return to his hometown. Could it be that the Rongguo Mansion had passed away after Jia Daishan's death?

Afterwards, Minglan received the news and felt a bit complicated, so she borrowed the queen mother's hand to give something to the Rongfu to show that Jia Amnesty was still alive.

The night before the coffin was sealed, Jia She stood by and watched for a long time. Jia Daishan's face was just like when he was alive, but he just closed his eyes.

Yao Qianshu complied with his request and brought Wumingjian to the mourning hall.

Jia Amnesty drew half of the sword, the blade of the sword reflected his mournful eyes, "From now on, I will be Duke Rong."

He returned the sword to its sheath, and put the nameless sword beside Jia Daishan, as if he was accompanying Jia Daishan with his youth.

In fact, both father and son are not like military generals, Jia Daishan is more like a politician, taking every step of the way, while Jia She is like a quack, wantonly escaping.

When I was young and learning martial arts, I thought about happiness and enmity, galloping across the rivers and lakes, a three-foot green sword can break everything in the world.

Life has since entered the next stage.

On the day of the funeral, each family will set up road sacrifices to send Jia Daishan on his last journey. The Marquis of Wei's mansion is at the front. Wei Ziqi kneels three times and kowtows nine times. Don't wait for three years, Brother Wei, take care."

The ancestral home of Jia's family is in Jinling. When he left the city, he would directly help his spirit to return to his hometown, buried Jia Daishan, and then stayed in the old house for three years.

Ming Lan was relieved that Qi Guogong, who felt that he was a thief because he was old and not dead, took the initiative to ask Ying to use his spare heat.

When he first came to the throne, what the late emperor left behind was a mess, and the number of trustworthy people could be counted on two hands.

"Leave the matter here to me." Wei Ziqi said softly, with a serious tone, "I will not let them go, I will make her die."

Just after Jia Daishan passed away, Princess Dongping greeted her so happily, it was really disgusting.

Jia Amnesty responded in a low voice.

Last year's Jia Amnesty calmed down, mostly due to the depression and sadness of not being able to find Yao Qianshu. Today's Jia Amnesty is like a nameless sword in its sheath, restraining all the sharpness.

He is calm, but he can also speak normally, and sometimes he will comfort Jia Zheng in turn. Everything seems to be as usual, but everything has changed.

When Jia Xiaozheng hesitated to speak again, Jia She said, "No need to do this, I'm really fine."

When Jia Amnesty put the Wuming Sword into the coffin that day, Jia Zheng saw it with his own eyes, and he felt as if he saw something shattered.

Although it is not broken or established, it will still be very sad.

That playful and casual brother will never be seen again.

"Let's play a game of chess." Jia Amnesty sent someone to find a set of chess pieces. It was an old chessboard, but the pieces were not badly burned.

All his confidantes stayed in Juyongguan, so the mansion had to transfer a servant to use it first.

He wrote a letter back, telling Zhao Shu and Qing Feng not to follow him to Jinling, but to focus on his own future so that he could work with Duke Qi.

The age is getting older, it is not easy to follow him as an assistant and secretary all the time.

Jia Zheng naturally learned how to play chess. In his memory, Jia She could only play backgammon and every time Jia Daishan was so angry that he wanted to beat him, he thought to let his brother out later.

"You stick to the black," Jia She said.

"Okay." Jia Xiaozheng took the chess piece and placed it in the middle with "pata".

"Play seriously and try again." Jia Amnesty threw the chess pieces back, "I remember you played well."

Jia Zheng reflected on what he had done was too obvious, he should have let it go later, and settled down again.

In the end, he was killed by Jia Amnesty.

Jia Zheng gave up resisting after the game, "Brother, do you know how to play chess?"

"Yes, I was also enlightened by old man Zhao." Jia She smiled, "I didn't like playing chess before, because I didn't like Jie Zheng."

Life is full of catastrophe, there is no contest, everyone is God's catastrophe.