From the Red Mansion, you can travel through the world of martial arts

Chapter 396 Death Golden Pill

That night, Jia Wei and Bao Qin were having a great time, when Bao Chai suddenly came to the door and said, "The master has passed away outside the city."

Jia Wei was frightened and opened the floodgates. Last month, I sent back news from Xuanzhen Temple saying that Jia Jing ate well, slept well, and had no illness. How could he die suddenly?

Jia Wei was puzzled. As he got dressed, he ordered through the door, "Baochai, have your sister Ding take my badge, lead the soldiers, knock on the city gate, go out of the city, surround the Xuanzhen Temple, and lock up all the Taoist servants!"

Baochai outside the door agreed and hurried downstairs to give instructions.

Here, Baoqin sat up from the couch and dragged her weak body to help Jia Wei dress.

"Just lie down."

Jia Wei touched her smooth little face, took the belt from the hanger, turned around and walked out.

Then Jia Wei ordered someone to summon the coroner from the Northern Pacification Division, and then went to the outer courtyard to see the housekeeper and servants. The servants all said, "The master practices every day, and his merits must have been perfected and he has ascended to heaven."

However, Jia Wei keenly smelled a conspiracy. The situation in Shenjing was complicated, and the timing of Jia Jing's death was strange.

Not long after, Baochai, Daiyu, Youshi, and Qin Keqing arrived. The marquis's mansion prepared carriages and horses, and the family left the city.

When Jia Wei got off his horse outside the temple, he immediately burst into tears. His tears were so heartbreaking and tragic that he cried all the way from the gate to the coffin.

As soon as the palace door closed, Jia Wei immediately stopped talking and his expression became indifferent. He turned his head and glanced at Pei Lun.

Pei Lun was stunned for a second, then he reacted and immediately supported the coffin and started crying, as if his father had died.

There's nothing you can do about it. This is the way the world is. The more painfully you cry when your parents die, the better. If you don't cry enough, then you're being unfilial.

Jia Wei inherited the family lineage of Jia Jing, so according to etiquette and law, Jia Jing was also his father.

The problem of filial piety is very serious, and even the emperor cannot bear this stigma.

Jia Wei follows the local customs and can only perform some performance art...

The main hall of Xuanzhen Temple is solemn and dignified. The enshrined Zhenwu Emperor is majestic with his hair loose and barefoot in armor. The two generals, a tortoise and a snake, guard him on the left and right with weapons, adding to his majesty.

On the large incense table in front of the statue, fairy peaches as big as baby heads and cakes were placed in a blue-glazed blue and white porcelain plate.

Jia Wei glanced at all this with a cold gaze. His uncle Jia Jing had never had any grudge against him. He was able to marry an extra wife because he inherited Jia Jing's clan lineage.

Of course, since he moved into Ning Mansion, the supplies to Xuanzhen Temple have been no less than when Jia Jing was there, and he also sent people to kowtow and pay his respects during the New Year and other festivals, and he has never failed to be polite.

There were footsteps behind him, and the personal soldiers led the coroner and the centurion in charge of criminal investigation into the hall.

"See Mr. Marquis."

Jia Wei looked up at the Great Emperor Zhenwu and asked, "What was the result? Was there any suspicion of homicide?"

The coroner pondered over it carefully and decided that the Qi-guiding technique of the Jia family's master was totally absurd. As for the techniques of participating in the stars and worshipping the constellations, observing the Gengshen month, and taking spiritual sand, they were just a waste of his energy. Instead of prolonging his life, they would harm his own life.

He bowed and said, "My Lord, according to my investigation, the master of your house must have swallowed gold and sand in the Xuanjiao sect, which caused him to die from burning and swelling. As a result, his stomach is as hard as iron, and his face and lips are burnt purple and wrinkled."

The centurion also said: "I have checked carefully and found no signs of fighting in the house. I have interrogated all the Taoists and they all said that no outsiders have entered the temple. In my humble opinion, the master of the mansion also took the golden elixir and passed away..."

"But if you think about it, if a thief with high martial arts skills sneaked into the temple, pressed the acupuncture points when the master was not paying attention, and force-fed the golden elixir, it is also possible." "But another Taoist boy said that it was the cinnabar that the master had newly made with his secret method, and he took it himself tonight when he was guarding Gengshen."

Jia Wei nodded slowly, and then ordered: "Take all the Taoist servants back to the imperial prison, keep them separately, interrogate them separately, and then compare their confessions with each other."

The captain immediately bowed and responded, then took the coroner with him to do the work.

After all the on-site investigations were completed, he ordered his personal soldiers to search inside and outside, guard every place, and bring Baochai and Daiyu inside to mourn.

Chai and Dai were kneeling on the futon, both with sad faces and clear cries. Jia Wei was standing in front of the coffin and looked back to see that both women had tears on their faces. He was amazed at their acting skills.

"Alright, alright, save your energy for when there are others around to cry."

Daiyu pursed her lips and turned to look at Baochai. Baochai wanted to admonish Jia Wei but didn't say it out loud.

After all, Jia Jing had neither given birth to nor raised Jia Wei, so it was natural for him to have no feelings for him.

The two girls fell silent at once. Jia Wei said, "Everyone, get up. Ying'er and Zijuan, go get some stools. Qingwen, you guys, keep crying..."

Afterwards, Jia Wei took Chai and Dai to deal with various matters. As Jia Jing was the old patriarch of the Ning family, he was very busy after his death.

Baochai said, "This temple is too narrow to accommodate the body. We can only carry the master to the Tiekan Temple and keep it there. We will choose a day to bring the coffin into the city."

"Just discuss it with Yu'er." Jia Wei nodded.

Daiyu also said, "It's so hot in summer now, we have to ask the ice house to send us ice, otherwise it will go bad in a few days."

When she talks about this, her brows frown subconsciously. During the funeral, Baochai can still slack off by using the excuse of being the manager, but as the daughter-in-law who inherits the Jia Jing family lineage, Daiyu has to kneel down beside Jia Wei all the time.

After discussion, the three of them immediately carried Jia Jing to Tiekan Temple to place his body, and chose a date for burial based on Jia Jing's birth date.

The next morning, Jia Wei and a few other men secretly returned to the mansion, met Miaoyu and Xing Xiuyun, and asked them to write a memorial of resignation from their posts and send it to the palace.

According to the laws of the Han Dynasty, if the parents of an official of the imperial court died during his tenure, no matter what position he held, he had to resign from his post and observe a period of mourning for 27 months from the day he learned of the death.

Therefore, Jia Wei had to resign from his three important posts as the commander of the Jinyi Guards, the commander of the Longjinwei, and the commander of the military affairs of the Beijing Camp...

In Jia Wei's opinion, resigning from office is not a big deal, there are two disadvantages that are fatal!

One is that during the period of mourning, all entertainment activities must be stopped, not to mention taking concubines for fun, and even drinking and watching plays are not allowed! So Jia Wei had to visit his harem secretly.

The second is that after Jia Jing's funeral, Jia Wei will carry the coffin back to his hometown for burial!
Even if he resigned from his post, as long as he was in the capital, he could still control everything from the Marquis' Mansion. But if he went south to Jinling, he would be out of reach. If something happened in the capital, he would be affected...

Jia Wei cursed inwardly, but he also knew that he could not hold on for more than twenty-seven months.

Because according to the current situation, the emperor will sooner or later issue an edict to decree a pardon. Deprivation of affection means that the court will force people who are in mourning to serve as officials due to special reasons.

Back in the side hall, Shen Lian, Jin Yichuan, and Jia Wei's confidants in Long Jinwei were all present. Jia Wei gave a detailed explanation and then kept Shen Lian.

Jia Wei said calmly, "I will recommend you to take charge of the Jinyiwei in my memorial."

Shen Lian immediately knelt on one knee and said, "Thank you for your support, my Lord. I will take care of the Jinyiwei for you temporarily. I will do my best to help you."

(End of this chapter)