Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 30
Ever since Duke Lu's government distributed salt in Suzhou City, the complaints from the people have gradually subsided.

However, within three or two days, it was back to the prosperity of the past, and it seemed that the matter of the Jia family selling private salt at high prices had been forgotten a few days ago.

Compared with the grand scene of Suzhou City in the past few days, Jia's mansion seems to have a depressing atmosphere.

"Senior Steward, can Second Young Master survive?" A servant ran into the backyard of Jia's mansion, held the hand of the Chief Steward, and asked quietly.

"Oh!" Da Guan only sighed lightly, but did not answer.

He couldn't count how many maids and servants came to ask this question in the past few days.

The second master's condition is getting worse day by day. The doctor said that this is because he was caught in a hurry and needs to be recuperated for a period of time before he can recover.

But this daily bad news is like a reminder for his second master.

The butler grinned wryly at the boy and shook his head.

"I'm back, I'm back! The uncle is back." There was a burst of excited exclamation from outside Jia's house.

Uncle Jia, Jia Chong.

He went to Yashan in southern Xinjiang to collect medicinal materials two months ago, and he returned to the mansion today.

When the shopkeeper heard the news that the old man had returned home, his pale eyes lit up like stars: "The old man has returned home?"

This is great, Second Master can finally close his eyes and walk away without worries.

Jia Chong got off his horse, just stepped into the gate, he saw all the servants in the mansion were all wrinkled, not at all the same joy as when he returned home in the past.

The shopkeeper trotted to the door to greet him.

When he saw Jia Chong, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, and wept uncontrollably.

"Grandpa, go and see Second Master, Second Master is dying soon!" the butler said sobbing, only stunned Jia Chong who was standing beside him.

no?What is dying? !

Jia Chong didn't seem to be able to react, but with a vague uneasiness in his heart, he spread his legs and walked quickly to Jia Cen's yard.

Standing outside the door of Jia Cen's room, he could hear a woman's mournful sobs coming from inside.

With trembling hands, he slightly pushed the half-hidden door.

Jia Chong raised his eyes and went in. The room that should have been spacious and bright was crowded with a group of people.

Count from the outside in.

First, a dozen or so were crying and looking at the disgusted concubine.

Then there are seven or eight cousins ​​in Jia's second room and third room.

On the innermost side are two doctors in gray coats with slightly frosted beards, holding silver needles in their hands, and slowly twisting three points towards the acupoints on the top of the head of the person lying on the bed.

The person lying on the bed was as pale as a thin sheet of paper, his lips were chapped, and his eyes, which should have been as shrewd as a fox, were also tightly closed. If his chest was not heaving and panting, he would probably be considered a dead person.

This is his Jia Chong's younger brother?

Seeing that it was Jia Chong who opened the door, the people in the room stopped, staring blankly at him as he approached the bed step by step.

Jia Song from the third room took a step forward and called softly: "Brother!"

Jia Chong didn't look at him, he clenched his hands tightly into fists and placed them by his legs.

Standing by the bed, Jia Chong finally saw clearly the face of this man, he was his younger brother.

"Second brother!" Jia Chong sat down on the ground, screaming heart-piercingly.

He was in a daze.

The people in the room also looked at each other, seeing Jia Chong returning to the mansion, they silently retreated to the door, making room for the two of them to say a few last words.

Jia Cen on the bed seemed to hear someone calling his name, and woke up slowly.

His eyes were narrowed, and he looked at the elder brother who was standing by the bed and waited for him day by day, with a smile on his lips, with a calm expression: "You are back, elder brother."

"Yes, big brother is back!" Jia Chong saw that he was still talking to himself after waking up, tears streaming from his eyes, and he held his hand tightly, trying to send some enthusiasm to him.

Jia Cen smiled weakly at his brother, as if to comfort him: "Don't bother, the doctor said that I only breathed a sigh of relief, and I took this breath just to see my brother again."

As he spoke, tears flowed out, but his face was full of joy and satisfaction.

"Why is this so, why?" Jia Chong whimpered uncontrollably, and took Jia Cen's hand into his own.

"It's fate, I blame myself for being obsessed with ghosts, I shouldn't have sold that private salt at a high price." Jia Cen smiled wryly, staring blankly at the light veil hanging above his head.

"I don't blame you. Businessmen should value profits. What's wrong with you?" Jia Chong shook his head and whispered softly.

"Brother, it's good to see you again before you die!"

"What nonsense are you talking about dead or not? Big brother is back, come to me if you want something!"

The voice fell silent for a while, but Jia Chong didn't hear the person on the bed responding again. Jia Chong's heart was shaken, and he looked at his chest.

No more volts, as quiet as an old clock!

"Second brother!" Tear shouted, distraught.

Jia Chong threw himself on his younger brother and held him tightly in his arms.

The people standing outside the door heard the movement, and they understood it in their hearts, covering their faces with their sleeves, weeping in mourning.

For a time, the Jia family was shrouded in dark clouds, and there were endless mourning.

Jia Cen died of anger. He was suffering from a sudden illness. It is reasonable to not bury his body in the house. He should be cremated as soon as possible.

But Jia Chong, who loved his younger brother wholeheartedly, wanted to bury the body in the house for two or seven days. Funeral banners were hung on the beams of every courtyard of Jia's house, and incense was constantly burning.

"Big steward, please tell me the cause and effect carefully!" Wearing mourning clothes, Jia Chong filled incense sticks for his deceased second brother in the mourning hall, and asked the butler bowing behind him in a hoarse voice.

The housekeeper of the Jia family started by talking about the business cut off between Lu Guogong's mansion and his own shop, and said that once the business was cut off, the money turnover would not be opened. Many shops closed, and the shopkeeper took the rest of the cash and fled away. Anger sick.

The more Jia Chong listened, the more he frowned.

He was much more thoughtful than Jia Cen, so naturally after listening to it, he felt that it was not that simple. The Jia family must have been tricked.

Although I don't know why Duke Lu's government did this?But these beams have been formed, and a life pays for a life.

Ever since the three of Yingsu took over the Governor's Mansion, many people in the city have heard about it, knowing that the former Governor's Lord was beheaded by nobles from Beijing because he colluded with the Jia family to sell salt at a high price, search for people's fat and people's anointing, and killed the people of Suzhou.

How could Duke Lu's mansion not know something that even the common people knew about?

Early this morning, Ninth Prince Ying Su took Mo Ya and Fu Yun to the Duke's Mansion to pay a visit.

The carriage stopped in front of the slightly plain mansion.

There was a kind-faced young man standing outside the door, seeing the three of them got off the carriage, he hurriedly said politely: "Three young masters, but who are you looking for in our government?"

Fuyun was about to take a step forward, and she was majestic, with her hands on her hips, she was about to speak, but was stopped by the sign Mo Ya handed over.

The servant bent down, took the sign with both hands and took a look - Suzhou Governor.

Who doesn't know that the governor's lord has already been beheaded, and now the governor's mansion is managed by a nobleman from Beijing.

The young servant looked at the three of them for a long while, and bowed respectfully: "My lord, wait a moment, and the servant will report to the lord."

Lu Guogong took the sign in the boy's hand and looked at it, his eyebrows jumped. He ran to the door in three steps and two steps, even the jade crown on his head was scattered, seeing the three of Yingsu busy He bowed his waist and saluted: "Grassman Lu Jinyan, I have met the Ninth Prince!"

　Jia Erye is offline, uncle is online~
　　In the next chapter, when the hero and heroine meet, don’t dislike the slow plot, it’s all foreshadowing

　　This article has broken [-] chapters. I am grateful for the support of all the little masters. There is still a long way to go in the future. Let's continue to accompany us!
　　The collection, the voting, the investment, the son is very grateful~

　　
　
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