The Red Mansions

Chapter 84
Qin Keqing looked at the smiling and silent boy, feeling ashamed and happy in her heart.

She is one or two years older than her husband, but judging from her pre-marriage and post-marriage contact, her husband is mature and prudent.

Speaking of it, she even felt that her husband never seemed to have any negative emotions of anger or anger on his face. Although this kind of demeanor was heartbreaking, she also felt that there was an invisible barrier between him and herself.

Jia Heng looked at the beautiful woman with downcast eyes and thoughtful eyes with warm eyes. He had to say that his wife was as graceful and beautiful as a blooming peony.

Suddenly, she understood why Jia Zhen colluded with thieves and kidnapped Keqing as if she had lost her mind.

Just obsessed with sex.

Jia Heng's eyes gradually faded away. When the troubled times are approaching, all kinds of beauty, if he has no power, he can't keep it.

Not to mention the picturesque landscape and seductive power.

Seeing that Jia Heng's eyebrows were covered with serious thoughts again, Qin Keqing smiled softly, and said softly: "Husband, it's time for lunch."

At this moment, Aunt Cai entered into the room with a smile, and called Jia Heng and Qin Keqing to eat.

Jia Heng nodded, smiled, and said: "Ke Qing, I'll write some manuscripts after dinner."

If I work overtime to write the manuscript, it should be delivered the day after tomorrow.

The manuscript of the Three Kingdoms needs to be published in the world as soon as possible. After initially gaining fame, he has already thought of a plan to become known to the emperor as a white man.

However, in the next two days, he still needs to collect some information and conduct on-the-spot inspections of the troops in the Beijing camp. He should be very busy recently. As for the expulsion, let's see what happens to the Jia family.

Qin Keqing nodded, as if she could feel some kind of mood that her husband couldn't wait for time, she took the initiative to stretch out her slender catkin, held the hand that was placed on the table, and said, "Husband, let's have lunch."

The husband and wife had lunch together at the same table, it was already afternoon, the autumn sun was soft, passing through the sparse bamboo leaves, passing through the window, the breeze was blowing, and the bamboo shadows were swaying.

Qin Keqing, with soft eyebrows and gentle eyes, sat quietly by the screen, holding a set of blue shirts that Jia Heng usually wears, and with the help of maids Baozhu and Ruizhu, she measured the size with a cloth ruler.

It was late autumn, and there was an autumn rain and a cold, and she planned to sew a robe for her husband by herself.

In front of the wooden bookcase, Jia Heng sat on the armchair with a straight posture, slightly lowered his head, holding a brush in his hand, writing the manuscript intently on the yellow paper.

If he hadn't practiced guns in his previous life, he would hang bricks for hours at every turn, he might not have such patience.

"With a charcoal pen, writing is faster. Of course, no matter how fast it is, it can't compare to a keyboard. Ten fingers are flying together, and the day is more than ten thousand... An online writer who chased after him in the previous life even opened his eyes angrily. To support the family." These thoughts flashed through Jia Heng's mind.

When Jia Heng was rushing to draft, all the men and wives in Jia's mansion were busy working on Jia Zhen's matter.

Jia Amnesty went to look for Beijing King Shui Rong.

Jia Zheng went to find Fu Shi, the general judge of Jingzhao Mansion.

Mrs. Wang went to Wang Ziteng's mansion.

Jia Lian also took Zhao'er and Wang'er, the servants, to the Jingzhao Yamen to inquire about the news, and tried to enter the prison to contact Jia Zhen.

Imperial City · Palace Garden
That afternoon, at the turn of Weishi and Shenshi, Jia Mu, who was ordered to be grand, got into the carriage of Jia's mansion, handed over the sign in front of the palace city, and then, led by the palace staff, entered the deep palace of the Jiuzhong Emperor.

Changle Palace - this palace was restored according to the ancient pictures after the Chen Han Dynasty established the capital of Xijing.

At this moment, on the floor as clear as water, the figures of court ladies and eunuchs are reflected. Behind the curtains and the beams and pillars on the ground, copper crane palace lanterns are carved with exquisite patterns. Fragrant and fragrant.

The Empress Dowager of the Han Dynasty——Empress Dowager Feng sat on a brocade cloud couch, accompanied by Princess Chen Hanjinyang, Princess Xianning, Princess Qinghe and other concubines in the palace.

Empress Dowager Feng is over sixty years old, with gray hair, but fair and rosy cheeks, a pair of sharp narrow eyes, looking at Jia Mu below, listening to her babbling, there is a bit of alienation on her indifferent face Looking at the color, he said: "Jia Shishi, the crime of Jia Zhen, the emperor has issued a decree to order a judge to interrogate, how can I change it?"

The Supreme Emperor was honored and raised in the Chonghua Palace, and before he passed away, the Empress Dowager Feng would never open her mouth to call her Aijia.

Jia's mother said sadly: "My wife... my nephew is useless and failed to live up to the trust of the sage. Now I am sentenced to prison, my wife has nothing to say, but the title of my ancestors has been lost. After a hundred years, my wife will have no face to meet Rongning. Grace from the Empress Dowager."

On the side, Princess Jinyang had a playful look on her beautiful face.

In the past few days, she ordered Xia Houying to check on Jia Heng. She has collected some information and summed it up. That little Mr. Jia has already engaged in a marriage.

Now that Jia Heng is married, Princess Shang doesn't need to mention it.

"This child, Chanyue... when will she grow up?" Looking at her daughter beside her, holding a bronze mirror, the sunlight reflected on the window reflected to the beams and pillars of the main hall, having a great time playing, Princess Jinyang curled her lips, her bright eyes were full of doting and helplessness.

At this moment, Li Chanyue was holding the bronze mirror, her bright eyes were full of curiosity, as if she was wondering why the mirror could borrow the sun's rays to reflect the shadow of the beam.

Seeing the weeping mother of Jia, Empress Dowager Feng paused for a moment, and said: "The emperor deprived Jia Zhen of the title, and he didn't mention the person who inherited the title. Your Jia family can choose another..."

Mother Jia raised her head, her old eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Mother, this matter is related to the law of the court. The emperor has already made a decision, and he has just made a decree. Mother..." On the beautiful jade face of the eldest princess of Jinyang, she smiled sweetly, blinked, and said softly.

Mother Jia: "..."

Mrs. Feng paused for a moment, and said: "This is also the reason. Jia Zhen's crime has been handed over to a secretary to judge her in detail. As for the title, it still needs to be seen what crime Jia Zhen committed. If it is not some big treason If you think about it, the Lord of Ningguo will not be implicated."

After speaking, he sighed softly from the bottom of his heart.

How could she not know her daughter's good intention to turn her relationship with her son?

It's just that Xu'er has a strong personality, and when the situation is serious, he will be expelled from the noble of Ningguo because of something illegal.

Princess Xianning at the side, with a strange look on her cold and beautiful face, glanced at her aunt, and thought to herself, no wonder the emperor was courteous to her aunt.

Grandma has always been a person with a strong temperament. From childhood to adulthood, even her decent granddaughter dared not get close to her, but in front of her aunt, she was like a spring breeze, with endless laughter.

As for her mother, except for the morning and evening, she was not allowed to stay in Changle Palace.

Mother Jia's face was gloomy, and she glanced at Princess Jinyang, feeling a little annoyed in her heart, she faintly felt that she had asked the wrong place, maybe she should ask the Supreme Emperor of Chonghua Palace?

In Rongxi Hall, the lights were like daylight, and the figures were dim. The maids and servants stood around, not even daring to breathe, for fear of being angered.

In the afternoon, when the Elder Master came back from the outside, a young servant with no eyesight bumped into him, and was tied up and beaten to death on the spot.

At this moment, Jiamu, Jia Amnesty and others gathered together again.

Jia Amnesty said urgently, "Mother, what did the Supreme Emperor and Empress Dowager say?"

Mother Jia sighed, and sighed: "It depends on Brother Zhen's crime. If it is not a serious crime of treason, the title may still be preserved."

Jia Zhengdao: "I heard from Fu Shi that Xu Deqing of Jing Zhaoyin is determined to handle the case of nephew Zhen, and nephew Zhen has confessed."

When did Jia Zhen go to the prison and stayed there for one night, only to feel like she was on fire, frightened and terrified. In addition, Xu Lu announced to Jia Zhen that Emperor Chongping had decreed that he should be expelled from the rank, and then he was tortured immediately.

The torture tools are arranged squarely, and Jia Zhen puts them all out.

"Confession?" Jia She was so angry that he left the teacup in his hand on the ground, and said angrily, "Why is nephew Zhen so confused!"

Jia Mu said, "What's the matter?"

Jia She said angrily: "Mother, we have been deceived, and Xu Lu has no direct evidence that nephew Zhen is colluding with bandits. As long as the whole matter is pushed to Lai Sheng's dog slave, nephew Zhen may not be able to get rid of the whole body. retreat!"

As if worried that Jia Mu would not believe it, he said: "This is what the prince said. Xu Deqing is just a cruel official. He relies on his holy family to do wrong and beat him into tricks. As long as nephew Zhen refuses to admit it to death, we will deal with him again."

This is what Beijing Jing Wang Shui Rong analyzed for him, and he deeply believes it.

Jia Zheng sighed, and said, "The sage knows the evil, so what's the use of trying to cover his ears and steal the bell?"

Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang, and Jia Amnesty: "..."

Jia Amnesty snorted softly and said, "If Fu Shi had informed the jailer and passed on the information, why would nephew Zhen have no hope in the prison and confessed? Then Fu Shi is the judge of Jingzhao Yin, doesn't he even have these methods?"

This is implicitly accusing Jia Zheng.

"Enough!" Mother Jia leaned on her crutches, her old face was full of anger, and said, "Our family knows about our own affairs. Brother Zhen had a dispute with Jia Heng before, and the two of them had a turmoil. Go? The Holy Majesty has issued a decree, and if you refuse to admit it to death, are you going to deceive the king?"

The Holy Majesty Jinkou once said that Jia Zhen was guilty and the Jue was punished, and then you refused to admit it to death, and you still want the Holy Majesty to withdraw his will?
In this era, there is no such thing as procedural justice. Even if procedural justice is respected in later generations, in terms of evidence adjudication rules, it is also free testimony.

The standard of proof of guilt and innocence is naturally to exclude reasonable doubt and strictly exclude illegal evidence, but such a criminal procedure has not been fully implemented even in later generations, let alone Chen Han today?

The Sacred Heart is arbitrariness, and it goes all the way to the sky, so how can there be any repetition?
Jia She's face turned pale, his eyes flickered, and he said suspiciously: "But the prince..."

It's impossible for Beijing Jing Wang Shui Rong to cheat his Jia family, right?

Won't……

Jia Lian, who was on the side, said softly: "I think the prince thinks that there is still room for exoneration in this matter, and brother Zhen can still be rescued, but the imperial decree is worded harshly, and the emperor Longyan is furious."

The King of Beijing Jing is an old relative of the Jia family, of course he will not harm the Jia family, but the way of handling it is different, and the King of Beijing Jing has already felt a wave of malice from Emperor Chongping towards the Wuxun Group of Four Kings and Eight Dukes.

With a worried look on his face, Jia She asked, "Mother, what should I do now?"

Mother Jia sighed and said, "No matter what, we must keep the title."

Jia Zhen has committed a crime and is no longer tolerated by the emperor, but the title passed down from her ancestors cannot be lost, and there are still sons in Ningguo who can inherit the title.

In Rongxi Hall, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, and Sister Feng all changed their expressions slightly when they heard the words.

Strange to say, both Jia Rong and You Shi, who are in charge of the Eastern Mansion, are not here at the moment. After all, a young man with nothing to do, a small family background, known as a saw-mouthed gourd outside.

Mother Jia asked the two of them to go back and guard the door, but the people in the West Mansion were running around in a hurry.

Jia Mu looked at Mrs. Wang and asked anxiously, "What did Uncle Baoyu say?"

Mrs. Wang was silent for a while, and said in a concentrated voice: "Master Uncle will bid farewell to the Holy Majesty tomorrow, and said that he will mention the matter of the East Mansion to the Holy Majesty."

When Jia She heard the words, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Let the uncle speak out, and the Prince of Beijing Jing intercede from it. I think the title in the East Mansion should be able to be preserved."

(End of this chapter)