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Chapter 135 The Baturu Devil VI
Xiliu Hutong.

Jia Daquan, who had just returned from the Dutong Yamen, bumped into his neighbor Chang Wuye head-on, and hurriedly saluted Qian: "Fifth Lord, you are auspicious!"

"Auspicious and auspicious. I said Daquan. Why, did you go to the Yamen again? Did you say when the six sons will come back? This kid has been away for several months. It's weird."

Chang Wuye, who was in his seventies, was old and frail, but his body was strong, and he was holding a birdcage in his hand and was going to drink afternoon tea.

Don't look at the old man's failure now, the holy grandfather fought with the general king in the northwest, and he was very fierce.

Jia Daquan shook his head: "I asked, but I didn't say anything, and I said I didn't believe it."

In the first month of the first lunar month, after knowing from the Dutong Yamen that his precious son had become the head of Lan Ling, Jia Daquan would go to the Dutong Yamen to inquire every now and then. Answer - I don't know.

This made him anxious.

But what's the use of being anxious, I really don't know at the Yamen of Rendutong.

The stinky boy didn't know how to send a letter home, and made the father so anxious, he really felt sorry for the parents of the world, and I was worried when my son traveled thousands of miles.

Fifth Master Chang signaled Daquan not to help him, and turned his head to point to his courtyard: "Come back, your two daughters are here."

"Hey, come on, fifth master, you go slowly!"

After Chang Wuye, who was over seventy years old, slipped away carrying the birdcage, Jia Daquan turned around and returned.

I went to the door of my house and saw that the door was open, and then I looked inside, and the two grandchildren were squatting on the ground playing, and the two daughters were busy in the kitchen.

"Father, you're back,"

The eldest daughter Jia Juan, who was picking vegetables, saw her father come back, put down the vegetables in her hands and stood up, "Are you going to the Dutong Yamen again?"

"Yup."

While agreeing to his daughter, Jia Daquan made the gesture of a tiger descending the mountain to scare the two precious grandchildren, and made the two children circle around him happily.

"Father, the six sons are not young, and now he is the head of Lan Ling's post. How can he go back immediately? You can just rest at home when you have nothing to do. Why don't you ask me all the time. Don't bother you, the people in the yamen don't care. It's annoying."

It was Jia Lan, the second daughter who was scrubbing in the house, who was speaking.

"You are just such a brother, can I not worry about your father? What, want to ride? Okay, okay, grandpa will ride for you"

Jia Daquan squatted down without saying a word, and the little grandson Erbao Gulu rolled over.

Seeing this, Jia Juan hurriedly shouted: "Er Bao, come down quickly, don't twist Grandpa's waist again."

"It's okay, I'm also happy to twist my grandfather."

After beating his son to the front line, Jia Daquan was happiest when his two grandsons came to accompany him.

Intergenerational relatives, nothing to say.

That being said, how could Jia Juan really let her son twist her grandfather's waist, and stepped forward to hug the little guy down.

"I don't, I don't..."

The little guy was still not happy, Jia Juan was so angry that she wanted to spank him, and the little guy hid behind his aunt in fright.

"Aren't you playing with the child, look at you scaring the child,"

Jia Daquan pulled the second treasure, and then took the big treasure. The more he looked at it, the happier he was, and he looked at the second girl again: "Lanzi, you two should hurry up and have a baby. Don't let the Gao family say that our Jia family is right." live them"

"Father, is it urgent to have a baby?"

Looking at her sister's two children, Jia Lan wondered if she wanted to have a child of her own, but the couple had been married for a while, and their belly just didn't grow.

She is also busy with what should be done, and sometimes she asks for two more, which makes her husband gasp for breath. The problem is that this stomach is just like Susukida, no matter how fertilized or seeded, it won't grow.

I have thought of everything, the husband and wife dare not go to the field after the incident, for fear that the seeds will fall, but menstruation still comes every month, what can she do?
"I heard people say that there is a fairy Xu in the outer city"

Jia Juan wondered if she should take her younger sister to see Xu Xianxian tomorrow, and was discussing when someone knocked on the door.

"Shuan Zhu, look who's coming."

Jia Daquan subconsciously turned his head and yelled. Before he finished speaking, he remembered that Shuan Zhu had accompanied his son to the front line, and he couldn't help but feel empty for a while.

"Father, I'm going to open the door."

Jia Juan walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard, pulled out the latch and just opened the door, before she had time to ask, she froze there.

"Who?"

Seeing the eldest girl standing there without any response, Jia Daquan was surprised, followed to the door to have a look, but his heart trembled violently.

Those who came outside the door were the guards and the guards who had helped the Jia family a lot!
Not only the guards alone, but also more than a dozen officials from the Zhenglan Banner Capital Command Yamen of the Han Army, as well as officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War.

Two guards in yellow jackets were also holding a plaque in their hands, with four large characters on it - "Loyalty and Bravery".

Look at Lao Cui and Lao Zheng of the Dutong Yamen holding a white banner with a line of big characters on it-"Wuneng Yibatulu".

There were dozens of soldiers behind the officials, and the few in front were holding white lanterns with the words "Jia's Mansion Cultivates Funeral" pasted on it.

"Uncle, Dongge Xiandi, he, he, died for the country, the emperor specially sent me here. This is Dongge Xiandi's braid,"

He Shen, with tears in his eyes, hadn't finished speaking when he saw Jia Da's whole body go limp, and he fell backwards, and passed out on the spot.

He Shen was startled: "Hurry up, save people!"

Several officials stepped forward to carry Jia Daquan into the house, and the two imperial doctors who came together followed with the medicine box.

It was He Shen's intention to bring the imperial doctor here, because he was afraid of the situation in front of him.

"my condolences."

Looking at the woman who didn't know whether it was Jia Dongge's sister or his younger sister, He Shen felt extremely uncomfortable, and gently handed over the braid in his hand.

As a result, the woman's eyes also went dark and she passed out.

Another commotion.

Jia Lan, the second daughter of the Jia family, sat slumped on the ground with tears streaming down her face, crying loudly. Looking at the posture, the Jia family will have no one in charge for a while.

The people from the Dutong Yamen asked: "My lord, what should I do?"

He Shen sighed, and ordered everyone to hang the emperor's handwriting "Loyalty and Bravery" on the main hall first, and then enshrine Jia Dongge's braid, and immediately put it in the mourning hall.

"The emperor ordered Jia Dongge's funeral to be arranged properly, and there must be no carelessness."

"Whoo!"

All the officials hurriedly started to make arrangements, and some went to inform Jia's relatives.

A painter came to ask what to do with Jia Dongge's portrait, because the emperor ordered to display the portrait of Jia Dongge, a vanguard of the Han army who died in battle, in Ziguang Pavilion, so the palace sent two painters here.

It's just that they haven't seen the real Jia Dongge, so they don't know how to draw this portrait of a hero.

He Shen also had a headache. After thinking about it, he wanted the two painters to take a look at Jia Dongge's father first, and then draw a picture out of thin air based on his own impression.

This was the only way to do it, and the two painters secretly went to pay their respects to the hero's father.

The reason for being quiet is, of course, that such things cannot be made public.

Soon, the six sons of the Jia family were killed on the front line of Jinchuan, and the emperor chased after Batulu and sent imperial guards to attend the funeral. Spread throughout Xiliu Hutong.

It's really a sea of ​​people, and the eight flags are fluttering.

With the sound of gongs, drums and mourning music, the Jia family was shrouded in white haze from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.

"Brother, it's all your fault. Now it's over. Grandpa's house really belongs to us."

Erbao is angry, he doesn't play with Dabao anymore, he misses his uncle.

(End of this chapter)