The Red Mansions

Chapter 97 Jia She: Who allowed you, the excommunicated person, to worship the ancestors of my Jia family? !
Facing You Shi's gaze, Jia Rong's face turned bitter, and he sighed, and said, "Ma'am, don't you understand the matter up to now? My father is in danger this time."

Youshi's face turned pale, she didn't know why, but she still had the idea of ​​what to do in her heart.

In the past few days, she has also experienced a little bit of the coldness of the world. The West Mansion first asked her to go over to discuss rescue matters, and then two days passed. In the end, there was no news of it like a stone sinking into the sea.

I heard that the officials in the court decided to kill the master for colluding with thieves and bandits.

"Ma'am, the old lady in the West Mansion should be here by now." Jia Rong urged.

Youshi Yurong was startled slightly, sighed faintly, said nothing more, and followed Jia Rong towards the Dongfu Ancestral Hall.

Surrounded by servants and maidservants, You Shi and Jia Rong walked towards the ancestral hall along a gravel path shaded by willows. You Shi stood in a courtyard. The couple on the side paused for a moment:
Liver and brain smeared, Zhao surnamed Lai conservation grace.

Famous and famous, Baidai Yang steamed and tasted the prosperous.

"Ma'am, the old ladies are already in the courtyard." Jia Rong whispered beside her.

Youshi nodded, suppressing the inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, he moved lightly in lotus steps, stepped on the moss-damp stone steps, and climbed up the steps.

Among the two prefectures, Ningguo is the leader. In the dream of Red Mansions, Xue Baoqin once used Xue Baoqin to describe the situation of Jia's ancestral hall as follows: "There is another courtyard in the west of Ningfu. There are five gates inside the black painted fence. On a plaque, there are four big characters "Jia's Ancestral Hall", next to the book "Yan Shenggong Kong Jizong Book".

And the following is a pair of couplets.

In the morning, Jia Heng was summoned by Lin Zhixiao from the West Mansion to enter the Ning Mansion. Looking at the tall white jade archway, the words above could not help but come to mind.

Lin Zhixiao glanced at the young man and sighed from the bottom of his heart. Such an outstanding clansman, speaking bluntly with his sword in the Rongxi hall, wanted to honor the ancestral lintel of Rongning Ergong, but now he was expelled from the place where Rongning's two heroic spirits rest. , I have to say it is a kind of irony.

Jia Heng is still wearing a green shirt at the moment, with a sword on his waist, even if he is expelled today, he cannot relax his vigilance against the Ningrong Second Mansion.

Climbing up the steps and entering the courtyard, as far as the eye can see, green pines and verdant cypresses stand opposite each other, guarding a white stone path, and at the end is a platform with green and mottled ancient bronze Yi and other ritual vessels. .

There is a Kowloon gold plaque hanging in front of Baoxia, which reads: "Xinghui Fuzhu".

This should be the imperial pen of Emperor Taizong of Chen Han Dynasty.

The couplet on both sides reads: "The meritorious deeds are bright and the sun and the moon are shining, and the fame and fame are endless and descendants."

The five main halls with black tiles and green tiles stand majestically, and there is also a plaque on it with the imperial pen "cautiously chase after the end", and the couplet does not mention it.

At this moment, from under the eaves of the corridor, there is already a dense mass of people, servants and wives are lined up on the left and right.

For example, Jia Dairu and Daixiu of the Daizi generation.

The writers are Jia Chi, Jia Xiao, Jia Dun, Jia She, and Jia Zheng.

Jia Cong, Jia, Jia Fan, Jia Chen, Jia Qiong, and Jia Lin are the sons of the jade generation.

Jia Chang, Jia Ling, Jia Yun, Jia Qin, Jia Zhen, Jia Ping, Jia Zao, Jia Heng, Jia Fen, Jia Fang, Jia Lan, Jia Zhu of the cursive generation.

As for Jia Rong and Jia Qiang, the two cursives of the Ningguo Mansion, they stood under the eaves, one left and one right, looking at Jia Heng standing proudly in the courtyard with complicated expressions.

Jia Rong's eyes were calm, while Jia Qiang had inexplicable emotions.

Jia Rong spoke politely and respectfully, "Uncle Heng, the old lady, the eldest master, the eldest wife, the second master..."

Before Jia Rong could finish speaking, Jia Heng stretched out a hand, with a pale complexion, and pressed the sword, his face changed, his eyes were stern, and he walked straight into the ancestral hall.

Jia Rong held back a few "quasi-patriarch" scene words, which were stuck in her throat, and her delicate and handsome cheeks turned white and red, red and white again.

For some reason, he compared it with his reprimanding his mother-in-law in the morning, and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, he's still not as good as Uncle Heng."

At this moment, Jia Heng presses his sword and enters the main hall of the ancestral hall. In the distance, there are a pair of eyes in unison, some old and some young, some are indifferent, some are ridiculed, some are pity, some are cold, some are curious, and so on. .

Compared with the opening of the incense hall in the society, the scene of choosing the speaker is much less panic.

Jia Heng met all eyes, tall and straight like a pine tree, holding a sword in one hand, as if no one was there, just looked up at the portrait of Ningrong Ergong and the Shinto tablet in the middle of the ancestral hall.

There is also a different emotion in his gaze. His appearance in this body is almost the same as that of his previous life, just like him and me in a different time and space. He came from himself and was reborn in this specious world of red buildings. Ningrong Ergong's share of incense and love.

The so-called, never forget, there will be echoes.

Jia Amnesty's face was livid, he coughed, and was about to speak when suddenly his pupils shrank sharply and his complexion changed drastically.

Suddenly, I saw the young man walking to the incense table, twisting the incense stick, and lighting it on the candle.

"Huangkou kid, be bold! Who would allow you, who has been expelled, to worship the ancestors of my Jia family?!" Jia Amnesty scolded with a gloomy face.

Jia Heng gave Jia Amnesty a cold look, rushed forward to pay homage to the Ning Rong Ergong's tablet, and then walked to the incense burner and solemnly presented it.

Then he looked at Jia She, facing Ning Rong's two gods, because Jia She was sitting and Jia Heng was standing, and they were tall and tall, so they seemed to be condescending, and said: "Let's not say that I, Jia Heng, have not removed my clan. The origin means that the family identity has been eliminated, and the family has been established on its own. The ancients said that the ancestors have meritorious deeds and the ancestors are virtuous. But here, barking wildly, where will the virtues of the ancestors shine?"

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the hall, looking at each other, although thinking that the ancestral hall is a solemn place, there should be no noise, but it was still a private discussion.

Isn't it deprivation?How did it become an independent portal?This is the puzzled look of Jia Dun and others.

They are members of the Pangzhi tribe, although they know a little about the relationship between the chief of Ningguo and Jia Heng, but they don't know much about the details.

"As long as Jia Heng has not been expelled for a day, he can still worship Jia's ancestors with incense and fire. This is the ultimate filial piety, the way of heaven and justice, no one can say anything, but what Jia Heng said is barking and barking, really..." This is Jia Dairu's thinking , Thinking to the end, looking at Jia Heng standing in the atrium, just shook his head.

Jia Zheng looked at the young man who was still resolute and unyielding, with a look of loneliness on his elegant face, he was from the same family, connected by blood, why did this happen?

At the head of the female family, the only Jia Mu who sat on a grand teacher's chair, under the service of a maidservant, her old face was indifferent. Hearing Jia Heng's words, her originally gloomy face became gloomy again. I felt a sense of powerlessness all over my body.

This Jia Heng, a villain of the side, is always criticizing with words and pens. This is a villain sent by the heavens... to fight for her.

It can be said that Jia's mother has gone from admiration at the beginning, to indifference before, to headache now.

On Mrs. Xing's fair face, anger welled up, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes twitched. She looked at Wang Xifeng who was at the side, as if asking, what is barking?

Wang Xifeng blinked her phoenix eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows. Although she couldn't read many words, she also knew that it was a dog that was barking. Jia Heng was calling her father-in-law a...

Thinking of this, a trace of schadenfreude flashed in my heart, but after a while, the young woman Huaxin's appearance changed. Her father-in-law is a dog, and the second master and her...

However, this was not over yet, before Jia She, whose face was blue and red, trembling with anger, could speak angrily.

Jia Heng looked at the sword, and approached him so close, and said coldly in a clear and calm voice: "Who gave you the confidence to roar like thunder in this resting place of ancestors and gods, and who gave it to you?" Face, the ancestral tablet is still on the table, dare to sit upright like a chair? I am a big man who governs the country with filial piety, I worship the ancestors, respect the heavens and the ancestors, what has it to do with you?"

Jia She only felt a backlog of anger, opened his mouth, and wanted to reprimand, but after all, he was clumsy with words, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to respond. He was angry and anxious, his eyes were dark, his hands and feet were cold, and he said: "It's really wrong. ,Inverted!"

Mrs. Xing's white face was filled with anger, she stood up, and said: "You all heard, this Jia Heng is absolutely lawless, the land of the ancestral god card, just contradicting the old man like this, wait and listen, this Jia family Can you still tolerate such a junior?"

"Shut up bitch!"

Suddenly at this moment, Jia Heng let out a low cry.

Mrs. Xing, who was making an impassioned speech, seemed to be strangled by the neck, with a look of horror on her face.

She... Did she hear wrong just now?
However, seeing the same surprised gazes from all the men from the Jia family around, Madam Xing opened her mouth, turned to look at Jia Heng, and suddenly met those cold eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, Sister Feng's delicate body trembled slightly, the word "slut" lingered in her heart, and there was a bit of inexplicable color in the charming Danfeng's eyes.

Of course it wasn't awakening...

It was Mrs. Xing, even though she was not Jia Lian's biological mother, but her status as the first mother still made Sister Feng, who had passed through the door, keep her low profile.

It is recorded in "A Dream of Red Mansions" that when Mrs. Xing inspected the Grand View Garden, she was so eye-catching that even Sister Feng shunned her.

Sister Feng's wonderful eyes shone brightly, looking thoughtfully at the young man in green shirt with a cold face.

At that time, the young man said loudly, "If it weren't for you bitch, you are used to sowing discord, why is the elder so indiscriminate, Jia Zhen colluded with bandits and robbed my newlywed wife, and I arrested her on the spot and sent her to the court. The important case appointed by the Holy Majesty does not allow people to confuse right and wrong. Although the old man is mean and surly, he is not an unwise person! Thinking about it, he is just a good man, and he was instigated by you bitch!"

Mrs. Wang looked at the young man on the other side coldly. Hearing this, she frowned. Hearing the last words for some reason, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

As for Jia Heng, the reason why she just stood on the sidelines and didn't say anything, but argued with the juniors was that she lost face for nothing, and she was caught talking about it like now, and her face was disgraced.

"Jia Heng is lawless. He likes to make trouble, so let him make trouble. Young people don't know the heights of heaven and earth. If they make trouble, someone will give him retribution." Mrs. Wang twirled the beads in her hand and thought.

(End of this chapter)