Chapter 200 Disease
Lixiangyuan of Rongguo Mansion.
Hearing that the eldest brother was crying loudly, Jia Zheng's heart... was half in the cold winter and half in the spring breeze.
If the Dongfu family of three is really gone, then...
He was terrified, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.
Even Wang in the small Buddhist temple was wrapped in a quilt, leaning against the door, hoping to hear the good news she wanted.
"Master, the old lady is not feeling well, please go and see her!"
The voice of the maid outside was like the sound of nature.
Is the old lady going to be ill too?
Wang couldn't help but clutch the quilt tightly.
It is said that a road walked for a thousand years becomes a river, and a daughter-in-law becomes a mother-in-law after many years.
She became a mother-in-law, but she still had to set rules for the old lady.
For so many years, she ate, she served like a maid, she managed the household, and raised children for the eldest wife, but what was the result? Death, it would be better if she died.
Now that all the damned ones are dead, no one can stop her from leaving this small Buddhist temple.
So what if he's the master? All his promising children are born to her.
Wang waited excitedly.
Waiting for the good news of being in mourning.
Moreover, the Dongfu family had no real job, but they were still assassinated. The emperor must have felt a little guilty, right? If he couldn't compensate the dead, he would definitely compensate the living.
Both of her sons are legitimate sons of the Jia family.
Wang couldn't help but imagine the future.
But not long after, Jia Zheng came back dragging his legs.
After his butt became unhealthy, the sound of his walking was different from normal.
Wang quickly pricked up her ears.
"Master~"
Aunt Zhou went to meet Jia Zheng and brushed the snow off his body. "You are back so soon? Old lady..."
"The old lady is asleep."
Jia Zheng sighed, "The eldest brother from the East Palace is gone."
“…”
Aunt Zhou was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that only Master Jing was gone in the East Mansion.
The eldest wife and Master Zhen are still alive, how great, how great! In Aunt Zhou's opinion, Master Jing stayed in the Taoist temple all year round, so his death was gone, and it didn't affect her much.
But if the first wife and Master Zhen were gone...
"how so?"
She looked incredulous, "Master, you are going to..."
"It's too late. I'll go with the old lady tomorrow."
Jia Zheng waved his hand and went back to his room.
Compared to his elder brother who never came home, he missed his elder sister-in-law in the East Mansion more.
It's a pity that person has such a tough life.
Jia Zheng was very disappointed.
But with the return of Zhu Si from the Five Cities Army and the files sent back by Constable Lu from Shuntian Prefecture, everyone in the capital who was more informed knew that Jia Jing was dead. He chose to die in the same way as the crown prince.
That night, many people sighed in the study, and tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep well.
Concubine Nan'an finally got up and went to the ancestral hall in the middle of the night to talk to her deceased husband.
The four kings and eight dukes of the past are now a thing of the past.
Jia Jing, the most capable man, had been a coward for all these years, but unexpectedly he died such a miserable death.
What will their home be like in the future?
While she was sighing in the ancestral hall, Shen Ning had finally finished cleaning up the burnt-down villa.
After Jia Zhen and Jia Rong removed the last broken beam, they could get a general idea of the body that was curled up due to the burns.
"Dad~, Dad~~~~"
Jia Zhen's voice had become hoarse from crying.
The moment he saw his father's dead body, his body and spirit were stretched to the limit and he was shaking terribly.
"...Someone, take me away."
Shen Ning's body swayed, and if Rong Ge'er hadn't paid attention and given her a hand, she might have fallen down.
But it doesn’t work!
There are people from Wucheng Bingmasi and Shuntianfu here.
"Brother Rong, you go down too."
"grandmother……"
How could Rong Ge'er bear to let his grandmother face it alone?
"Grandma, I will help Grandpa with you~~~"
He shed big tears.
He was scared, but his grandmother was here.
"Be good, your grandfather probably doesn't want you to see him like this."
Shen Ning took the tea that Cheng Luo handed over silently and slowly sprinkled it on the ground, "He and I are husband and wife, I have to treat him with dignity..."
When Chief Constable Lu came over here, she took off her cloak and covered the dead man with it.
"Go! All of you go!"
Her voice trembled and broke in the wind and snow.
Until now, no one has seen her shed a tear, but everyone feels that she is much sadder than Jia Zhen who is about to faint from crying.
It’s just that some people’s sadness won’t show on the surface.
Her sadness was in the bricks and tiles she picked up...
She didn't let anyone else do it, even her children and grandchildren, in the end, just carried out the things she had picked up.
Unless it's something like a beam that can't be moved.
She asked Jia Zhen and Rong Ge'er to help lift it, and she did the rest by herself.
She cared about Jia Jing's dignity and didn't want anyone to see his miserable appearance after his death...
At several campfires, the men who were warming themselves by the fire were all very silent.
Everyone says that Madam Shen is the most fierce woman in Dazhao, but Jia Jing has such a wife..., his life is not in vain!
There are many noble ladies in the capital, and many of them claim to have a good relationship with their spouses, but who can be as emotional as Mrs. Shen? Those who are emotionally rich can't help but want to cry for her.
"Mother, my son won't leave~"
Jia Zhen felt sorry for his father and his mother, so how could he be willing to leave? "...Do you want your father to die without peace of mind?"
Shen Ning looked at him with a compelling gaze.
“…”
Jia Zhen was inexplicably scared.
He felt that if he continued to fight for it, his mother would beat him.
"Or is it because your father just died that my words are no longer effective?"
“…Son, let’s go. Son, let’s go. Wuu ...
Jia Zhen cried and staggered back with the help of Jia Zhu and Jia Lian who came rushing over.
"Aunt~"
Lan Zhi put the cloak given by Xing on Shen Ning and said, "You should take care of yourself too. Your uncle's spirit is still here, and he would be sad to see you like this."
“…”
Shen Ning nodded, "Take Rong Ge'er away."
Things always have to get done.
Shen Ning drove everyone away, then he lifted his cloak and, with the dim light of the lantern, picked up the debris from the corpse.
To say I'm not scared would be a lie.
Although I have told myself time and again that collecting corpses is a good deed, but...
Shen Ning picked up three tiles and bricks from the corpse in succession. By using the sounds they made, she finally knocked out the secret code that she and Jia Jing had agreed upon in her original memory.
A dull voice sounded from above, and Jia Jing sighed softly.
He could vaguely hear some noise from above, and he knew that many soldiers and officers had arrived at the exit.
But my wife...
Jia Jing actually wanted her to think that he was really dead.
But, she was so persistent that she made his heart...
Jia Jing held the scabbard and carefully struck back three times at the place where Shen Ning had struck.
The sound was so faint that I almost missed it if I wasn't careful.
Fortunately, Shen Ning heard it.
She sat down on the ground, finally relieved.
At the same time, Jia She finally brought Youshi and Xiao Yueyue to the mountain.
The crying suddenly increased again.
Jia Jing couldn't help but tear up when he heard his daughter's tender cry.
Why did he bring his daughter here in such a cold weather? Didn't he say that he would never see her again in this life? Why didn't he listen to his advice? Was he afraid that someone would find out about him?
No need. As soon as the soldiers leave, he will find a way to fill up the tunnel.
The body belonged to an old beggar.
The day before yesterday, they were curled up in the snow and frozen to death, and then they were burned by the fire...
Even though he suffered after his death, they did collect his body.
Jia Jing sighed softly.
But my ears couldn't help but catch my daughter's voice.
Shen Ning didn't care why her daughter was crying today.
Not to mention that her hands were extremely dirty, even if they weren't dirty, she wouldn't be able to hold the baby.
Her arm was breaking.
Jia Min, Jia Jin and Yuanchun all came.
Fortunately, although they were careful, they hadn't seen Jia Jing for many years.
What's more, the body had been burned beyond recognition.
"You've come just in time. Please see your eldest brother off for the last time!"
The second cremation pyre had already been piled up. Shen Ning held back and did not let herself fall down at this moment. "Zhen'er, Youshi, Rong'er, come with me and take the master upstairs."
“…”
“…”
Jia She thought, why not just leave it at that and not burn his elder brother anymore.
But, the one I just saw...
Jia She knew that his elder brother was a respectable man, and rather than burying him in such a horrible state with his face disfigured, it would be better to burn him into ashes cleanly.
And if it were burned like that, even our ancestors wouldn’t be able to recognize it in the underworld.
It would be better to burn it cleanly, remove the shackles of the body, and then my uncle and father will be able to recognize him.
The corpse was curled up and could not be put into the coffin. Shen Ning and others carried it and placed it on the pile of firewood amid Xiao Yue'er's crying.
A fire was lit and a second cremation was carried out in front of many officers and soldiers from Shuntian Prefecture and Wucheng Bingmasi.
Under the blazing fire, the Jia family members burst into tears.
Shen Ning was relieved.
She was so tired that she finally passed out beautifully.
In fact, she was ill.
From being chased by someone to running long distances in the wind and snow to kill people, these were things I had never thought of before.
Moreover, she had been nervously picking up bricks and tiles in the middle of the night, her clothes getting wet and dry, and she was collecting corpses...
I got a fever as soon as I fell down.
Although Doctor Bai had already prepared the medicine, Shen Ning's illness came on quickly and urgently.
In her daze, she heard Lady Jia crying, felt the vibration of the carriage, and seemed to have returned to a familiar place.
She didn't know that the court was filled with memorials impeaching Prince Jin for being unfilial.
Although everyone speculated that the Prince of Jin was colluding with the Japanese pirates and that he was the one who killed Jia Jing, not to mention the lack of direct evidence, even if there was direct evidence, the royal family would not admit it.
Although Jia Jing was a commoner, he came from a noble family, and everyone knew why he did not become an official.
The royal family killing the descendants of meritorious officials will chill the hearts of people all over the world.
The emperor ruled the country with benevolence and filial piety. In the court, the emperor recalled the two dukes Ning and Rong on behalf of the emperor emeritus. Recalling their grandfather's merits, he granted them a second-rank official position and ordered their descendants to carry the coffin into the capital through the north gate and bury it in his private residence. In addition, he ordered the descendants to carry the coffin back to their hometown after the funeral ceremony, and ordered the Guanglu Temple to offer sacrifices according to the above routine, and the princes and nobles in the court offered condolences.
But Shen Ning knew nothing about all this.
She was very ill, with recurring fevers, unable to eat, and sometimes even vomiting when she drank water.
Jia Zhen was helpless, fearing that his mother would die after his father, so he submitted a letter to the emperor asking for a physician despite his already sick body.
The emperor is ill, and all the doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau are in Shoukang Palace.
But the Jia family...
The emperor sighed and called two imperial doctors over.
Shen Ning had obviously lost weight.
"Aunt!"
Lan Zhi had helped a lot these days, and seeing her like this, she couldn't help but sigh, "Are you going to leave with your uncle?"
Shen Ning: “…”
She felt uncomfortable all over, her throat was dry and hoarse, and she couldn't speak.
"You left and you are at peace, but what about Xiao Yue'er?"
Lan Zhi said: "When I saw her that day, the little baby had a round face and was taken care of very well. However, you were sick for a few days and she couldn't see you. She cried every day."
As an orphan herself, she knows how pitiful it is for a child without a father or a mother.
This is not a question of money.
The Lan family was once a prominent family in Ningxia.
But after losing my father and mother...
"She's lost weight."
Lan Zhi said: "She would be taken to mourn her uncle every day, and there would be a lot of people coming and going there..."
She didn't finish her words, Shen Ning said with difficulty: "I want to drink water."
The biggest problem with being sick is not being able to eat or drink.
She really didn't mean to die.
Don't say she's not the original body. Even if she is the original body, Jia Jing didn't die, so why did she die? "Add some salt."
"Here I come."
Qingzhu and several of her maids have been serving her day and night these days.
Now, hearing that she wanted to drink water, he hurriedly poured the prepared water for her.
The light salt water slid down my throat.
In order to prevent her from vomiting again, Qingzhu and Qingping pressed the base of her hands one on each side.
Fortunately, she didn't vomit this time.
Lan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really afraid that after her uncle passed away, her aunt would also be gone.
She still has to seek revenge on the so-called second uncle in Xifu.
Lan Zhi came here several times, wanting to see what the man looked like, but unfortunately, she never saw him.
She felt that the man was avoiding her.
Humph~ You can hide from the first day, but you can’t hide from the fifteenth.
It's just that her uncle had just died and her aunt was sick, so thinking of the old lady next door who had helped her aunt that day, she introduced him to her for a few days.
"Bring Yue'er here."
Shen Ning felt a little more comfortable. "Let me take a look from a distance."
If you are sick, you can't pass it on to your daughter.
But Lan Zhi said this because she was really worried.
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