The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

"Ah—" Ah Man screamed, covering his mouth tightly.

Jiang Xi didn't respond at all, like a marionette that lost its master.

Yu Jin was worried and called out, "Ashi—"

Jiang Shi covered his face.

Yu Jin pulled her into his arms and said softly, "Cry out if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold it back in your heart."

Jiang seemed not to make a sound, but tears welled up between his fingers.

Yu Jin looked more and more uncomfortable, but there seemed to be a stone in his throat, and he didn't know what to say.

In the face of life and death, any comfort seems pale.

Jiang Shi was buried in Yu Jin's arms, his hands gripping his shirt tightly, and the tears became more and more turbulent.

After a long time, her thoughts were still dull, and her mind was even more at a loss.

Could it be that the established fate cannot be changed, and no matter how hard she tries, she still cannot change the fate of her second brother's early death?

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xi finally raised his head and looked at Yu Jin.

"My second brother—" She had a thousand words to ask, but she couldn't ask anymore.

No matter how many times you experience the loss of a loved one, it still hurts.

"The details are not yet clear. There should be more news coming back in two days. Let's wait. In addition, I have ordered Leng Ying to leave for the south immediately..."

Jiang Xi nodded slightly.

Yu Jin wiped her tears for her, and said hesitantly, "My father-in-law should have also received news. I'll accompany you to go back and have a look?"

"it is good."

The two changed their clothes and hurried to Dongpingbo Mansion in a carriage.

At this moment, Pan Hai just announced the news of Jiang Zhan's death in the Dongping Uncle's Mansion. He glanced at Jiang Ancheng who was dumbfounded, and sighed secretly.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and he was the only son. It was really tragic.

But no matter how tragic it is, this is a fact that cannot be changed.

"Uncle, please mourn and change." Pan Hai comforted.

Jiang Ancheng nodded indifferently.

This kind of scene made Pan Hai reluctant to stay for a long time, so he hurriedly said, "Then our family will return to the palace first."

Pan Hai was about to leave the courtyard, and Jiang Ancheng woke up like a dream and said loudly, "Father-in-law, please stay!"

Pan Hai stopped and turned around.

Jiang Ancheng strode up to catch up, and he couldn't help grabbing Pan Hai's wrist, so strong that Pan Hai frowned secretly.

"Can my son's body be found?"

Jiang Ancheng was also a person who went to the battlefield when he was young. He knew that if the two sides had a chance to clean up the battlefield after the battle, the soldiers would try to bring back the remains of their comrades, but if they were defeated, it would be difficult to say.

The death of his son was a major blow to him, but if he couldn't find his son's body, it would be even more unbearable.

Qingshan was fortunate enough to bury his loyal bones, so why not return the body wrapped in horse leather.

These words are arrogant, but they can be put on their own sons, and it is difficult for anyone to accept them.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will do my best to retrieve the remains of the soldiers who gave their lives for the country." Not much is known about the situation in the south, so Pan Hai naturally didn't dare to make a deal, so he could only tell the scene.

"Really?" Jiang Ancheng looked dazed after hearing this.

Pan Hai quietly left.

The courtyard was full of people, including Mrs. Feng, Mr. Jiang San and his wife, and Mr. Jiang Er who came back in a hurry.

At this moment, these people are all looking at Jiang Ancheng.

Jiang Ancheng did not respond for a long time.

Madam Feng frowned and said, "Boss, cheer up."

She has never been optimistic about Jiang Zhan's grandson, and she only paid some attention to it when she went to Jinwuwei. Unexpectedly, this child would not have placed the good Jin Wuwei inappropriately, and took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the battlefield.

If this matter falls on Jiang Cang, the eldest grandson, she will definitely stop it, but if it falls on Jiang Zhan, it will be left to him.

Although it is dangerous on the battlefield, there are also opportunities. If you make great achievements, you may be able to get an immediate title, which is much better than the chances of those civil servants who have suffered for decades to enter the cabinet.

Besides, what if you enter the cabinet? Quanqing was obviously prominent for a while, but once the descendants of the clan did not live up to their expectations, the two generations would decline without talent, which is comparable to the titles that have been passed down from generation to generation.

But in Da Zhou, Wen Chen had no chance to be awarded a title.

Unless there is a daughter who is a queen or a queen mother, there is only one queen in the whole dynasty.

In comparison, the chance of generals is much greater.

In Mrs. Feng's view, it is a very cost-effective thing for an unimportant grandson to go to the battlefield to fight for his future. If unfortunate to die in battle, sadness is sadness, but it will not hurt the bones.

Because of this, Mrs. Feng was much calmer than Jiang Ancheng.

Jiang Ancheng moved his eyelids and looked at Mrs. Feng: "What did your mother say?"

"I said you need to cheer up. You are the head of a mansion, and Zhan'er needs you to arrange things behind him. Don't let the emperor feel that our uncle's mansion lacks loyalty to the monarch and the country."

Master Jiang Er followed and persuaded: "Yes, eldest brother, Zhan'er took the initiative to invite Ying to go to the battlefield, and dying for the country is a good death for him-"

Jiang Ancheng's eyes were red, and he raised his fists and hit Jiang Er: "Fuck your mother's death, are you still hoping that the emperor will make some compensation to the uncle, so that you can follow it?"

To his own mother, he had nothing to do; to his cheap-mouthed brother, he had to fight first and then talk about it.

Jiang Ancheng's mood was extremely bad, and now he finally has a vent.

Mr. Jiang Er grew up studying hard in Hanchuang. He is a weak scholar. How can he be Jiang Ancheng's opponent? He can't dodge but can't run, and he can't run away. He was beaten and screamed.

"Boss, are you crazy? Why are you angry with your second brother!" Madam Feng shouted angrily when her most beloved son was beaten.

Jiang Ancheng turned a deaf ear and continued to beat the second master Jiang madly.

Madam Feng couldn't, and scolded Jiang San at the head: "Lao San, are you a wood, why don't you persuade your elder brother!"

As for the few grandchildren who were standing stupidly, she was ignored by her.

When the elders fight, the younger generation cannot stop them.

Master Jiang San sneered in his heart.

What the second brother just said was really bad, just standing and talking without back pain, let the eldest brother vent his anger.

Mrs. Feng spoke, and then Mr. Jiang San seemed to be relieved, and stepped forward to stop him: "Brother, don't fight."

Jiang Ancheng kicked the third master Jiang, who was unable to work, and held down the second master Jiang and beat him hard.

When Jiang Si and Yu Jin arrived, they saw such a chaotic scene.

"Fourth sister, you're here." Jiang Yi's eyes were flushed, and her tears were still wet.

Jiang Shi nodded and shouted, "Father—"

Jiang Ancheng waved his hand for a while, then turned to look.

Mr. Jiang Er took the opportunity to break free, leaning on the eldest son Jiang Cang and weakly said: "Quick, please ask the doctor..."

Big brother must be crazy, is he trying to beat him to death for Jiang Zhan's company?

"Uh." Jiang Cang nodded, still in a dream.

Is the second brother really dead?

After the emotional eruption, Jiang Ancheng froze and stopped in the same place.

Jiang Si walked up to him step by step.

Jiang Ancheng moved his eyes, the circles of his eyes were red, and he said dumbly: "Xi'er, your second brother is gone..."

This tough man finally cried bitterly in front of his most beloved daughter, as if he had lost his wife back then.