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It's just that this favoritism is usually measured.
It also won't make the seniority unclear and disorderly. It's rare in the world to be so biased as to ignore the premature death of the eldest grandson like Jia Mu.
Usually, this kind of person
Most of them have a benevolent look on the surface.
But inside, they have a heart of stone more than anyone else. If they like, they like.
If they hate, they hate. They won't change their opinion of you because of what you do. It's impossible to warm up a heart of stone. If it can be warmed up, it's definitely not a heart of stone.
Just like the Retired Emperor.
As long as he thinks of the relationship between father and son,
Shui Lan won't die with hatred …
Shuijing slightly narrowed his eyes.
He pondered for a long time.
He knocked on the window.
A secret guard appeared without a sound.
He knelt behind him.
Shuijing didn't turn around and said in a low voice, "Go and find out what dirty business Rongguo Province is doing behind the scenes."
If Jia Mu and the Wang Clan's goal is the title of nobility and Rongguo Province.
That Jia Xie's so-called compromise won't work at all. Because as long as he and the Jia Lian don't get involved in something that will cost them their heads, then they will be useless.
They won't lose their titles. After all, it's against etiquette to abolish the elder and establish the younger.
Even the Retired Emperor doesn't dare to do it openly.
Jia Mu and the Wang Clan will definitely dig a hole for Jia Xie and the Jia Lian in the dark.
A hole that will cost them their titles and even their heads.
Rongguo Province is now under the control of the second branch.
In other words, whatever the second branch does, it's in the name of Rongguo Province. If it involves some serious crime of beheading, once the higher-ups investigate, they won't arrest the second branch, but the Jia Xie, the head of Rongguo Province. At that time, even if the Jia Xie says he's innocent and has nothing to do with it, no one will believe him.
The higher-ups are looking at the evidence, they don't care whether you're a scapegoat or not. Since the evidence shows that this decapitation is related to Rongguo Province, who else should we look for if not you, the head of the family? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not taking good care of your family and your name card. They were just following the rules …
Shuijing tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, while Jia Xie slept soundly.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. He couldn't remember whether it was after Xianfang left or after Hu Ge 'er died.
In order to act as a qualified playboy, there was a woman lying on his bed almost every night. If it had happened to someone else, he might have laughed and scolded that person for having a lot of luck with women. But when it happened to him, especially when he was not willing to find those women, the Jia Xie felt that he was doing the work of a male prostitute, and it was extremely sullen.
After serving the woman, he couldn't sleep peacefully. He was afraid that someone would suddenly burst into the room and cry loudly, "Second Master Lian is gone." If that happened, the sky that he had worked so hard to hold up would really collapse. He also didn't dare to sleep too deeply, for fear that he would dream of Xianfang. The words "Our hearts will never leave each other until we die" still rang in his ears, but he had completely violated the oath. No matter what reason he had, he had betrayed Xianfang. Even if he went to the afterlife, he wouldn't have the face to see Xianfang again.
But it was different now. He had become a person with a backer again. He no longer had to worry about losing his life as a Jia Xie. When he and those people finished settling the matter of Xianfang and Hu Ge 'er, and when the Jia Xie inherited Rongguo Province, he would go to a temple and become a monk. He would concentrate on cultivation and wash away the dirt on his body. Perhaps Xianfang would forgive him then.
He didn't sleep much that night. When he woke up the next day after Shuijing, he was depressed to find that there were two deep dark circles around his eyes. Not only did it humiliate his image, but he was also ridiculed by Wen Dongyan. Therefore, when he saw the high-spirited and energetic Jia Xie, who had a lot of dark circles under his eyes, he couldn't help but be angry. He directly shouted, "Why did you come out looking like this?!"
The Jia Xie was confused by the shout. He looked down at his clothes. They were clean and tidy. He then looked at Wen Dongyan, who was sitting next to him. He didn't feel that there was any difference between his clothes and his.
Then it wasn't his problem anymore.
The Jia Xie breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that Shuijing probably didn't sleep well last night, so he woke up in a bad mood today. He was just an innocent bystander who was implicated.
"Since you don't think my clothes are good, I'll change into another one," he said smoothly.
The Shuijing choked. "Is that what you mean?"
The Jia Xie scratched his head and said doubtfully, "Then what do you mean?"
The Shuijing glanced at him coldly. "Go shave your beard first."
The Jia Xie touched his beard, which was about to be cruelly murdered. He was very confused. "Why?"
"Just go when I tell you to. Why do you ask me why?!" The Shuijing said angrily.
Seeing the Jia Xie leave in confusion, Wen Dongyan waved his goose feather fan and laughed. "Master, you can't bully an honest person just because Madam ordered you not to grow a beard, right?"
The Shuijing said faintly, "Don't you know that I've been thinking about shaving your beard for a long time?"
Wen Dongyan sighed. "Fortunately, I'm not an honest person."
The Shuijing, "…"
It was really boring to stay in Jinling for a few days. Coincidentally, there was news from Yangzhou. The Shuijing and his group took a boat along the Grand Canal to Yangzhou.
The Jia Xie also pretended to be sick in bed in Jinling's old mansion and followed them.
But one day, he saw the Shuijing in a green robe, wearing a hat, and holding a fortune-telling banner. He was stunned for a long time before he said, "Master, what are you doing?"
The Shuijing rolled his eyes at him. He didn't say anything and left without looking back.
The Jia Xie was a little confused and looked at Wen Dongyan.
Wen Dongyan kindly explained to him, "Master is going to set up a fortune-telling stall."
"Fortune-Telling!?" The Jia Xie's eyes widened and exclaimed in surprise. In fact, he had seen it from the beginning. It was just that he found it hard to believe that a person with such a high status like the Shuijing would do such a lowly business.
"Since when did you have this hobby?" He didn't know that the Shuijing would be interested in fortune-telling. Moreover, the Shuijing always believed that it was better to believe in oneself than to believe in heaven and earth. He despised the idea of praying to God and Buddha.
"Haha, since when?"
Wen Dongyan said meaningfully. He waved his goose feather fan and walked away leisurely, leaving the Jia Xie scratching his ears and cheeks curiously.
The woman was shocked and her face turned pale. She couldn't believe it and said, "How did you know that I want …?"
At this time, it was best to close his eyes and stroke his beard to act mysterious. Unfortunately, the Shuijing didn't have any beard. He had to pretend to be mysterious and smiled, "Of course, it's my ability."
The woman's lifeless eyes gradually lit up with hope.
This woman was called Madam Zhen Feng. She once had a daughter who was stolen when she was five years old. Her husband also ran away with a Taoist priest a few years ago and disappeared. Over the years, she had tried to find the whereabouts of her husband and daughter through fortune-telling and asked why her life was so miserable. However, those fortune-tellers and Taoist priests only said that her physiognomy and palmistry were not good. She would bring misfortune to her husband and daughter. Everything was fate. Her husband and daughter would never be able to see each other in this life. She was destined to be alone and helpless until death. Later, her story spread all over the country. Everyone knew that her daughter was lost a few years ago and her husband ran away with a lame Taoist priest a few years ago. After muddling along for a few years, she saw that there was no hope of finding her husband and daughter. Her old father, brother, and sister-in-law disdained her in every possible way, and their harsh words were incessant. She was disheartened and thought that she might as well die.
However, this matter of hanging herself was originally just a plan in her heart. The new fortune-teller in front of her was able to predict her future. Perhaps he really had some ability.
Madam Zhen Feng moved her eyes to the words on the fortune-telling banner, "Ten taels of silver for each divination."
Ten taels of silver. This was all the money she had secretly hidden in the past few years. She carried it with her day and night, afraid that it would be plundered by those cold-blooded family members. She originally thought that when her husband or daughter came back, the family could live on this money together. Or she could leave the money to her poor daughter who was kidnapped and sold to god knows where. However, in the current situation, keeping the money would only benefit those heartless people. She might as well give it one last try. It was better than dying with regrets.
Gritting her teeth, Madam Zhen Feng put the cloth wrapped in ten taels of silver on the table and pushed it to Shui Jing. She said, "Here are ten taels of silver. Mister, please tell me where my poor daughter is. Mister, please tell me where she is. Even if you don't know where she is, you can just tell me if she is living a good life. Or, is she still … alive? "As she spoke, her eyes became moist and tears fell unconsciously.
The Shuijing sighed inwardly. He secretly cursed the kidnapper and asked, "Can you write?"
Madam Zhen Feng nodded, "My husband's family was once a scholarly family. He taught me a few words. Although I can't say that I can recognize all of them, I can write most of the common characters. "
The Shuijing gave her a piece of paper and a brush and said, "Write one word on this. Any word will do."
Madam Zhen Feng picked up the brush and hesitated for a while before writing. Because she wanted to ask about her daughter's whereabouts, she chose a word from her daughter's name.
After she finished writing, she looked at the Shuijing expectantly and nervously. The Shuijing looked at the big "Ying" character on the paper and sighed. He said in a sad voice, "The character 'Cao' is on her head and the character 'Ren' is on the frame. Your Daughter should be trapped on the ground, suffering wind and frost. Look at the word you wrote. The 'horizontal' character is too straight and square, like the beam of a house. The character below is so close to the beam that there is no gap. Your Daughter's life is not in danger now, but in the end, her head will be tied to the beam of the house and she will die young. "
Madam Zhen Feng was stunned. She was so shocked that she even forgot to cry. After a while, more tears than before flowed down. She trembled and stammered, "You, you mean it? Her, her head will be tied to the beam of the house … You, you mean Ying, Yinglian will, will … How? How could she be so stubborn? My poor daughter, how much wind, frost and swords have you been through to … "She covered her face and sobbed for a while. Then, she choked and said," Forget it, forget it … I once thought that she might be abused by others, that she might not be able to eat well, and that she might not be able to wear warm clothes … But I still hoped that she would be lucky enough to meet a good family. Not to mention how rich they would be, I just wanted her to live a peaceful life. Since you said so, I will go down to the underworld to wait for her. Then I can reunite with my daughter on the road to the netherworld and fulfill one of my wishes. "
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