first minister

Chapter 218 The whole city pays homage to one heart!

Hearing Bai Yunbian's merciless reply, Xia Jingyun didn't get angry, but said calmly: "Miss Ning Bing is a miserable person. Although I am not responsible for her death, I have something to do with it. Now that she died here, there is no one else but a maidservant. What's the matter if I send her off for the last time?"

He looked at Baiyun, "Those so-called scholarly people are proud of being prostitutes and drinking flower wine, but now they are blaming me?"

Bai Yunbian stopped talking, and Gongsun Jing continued:
"If it's just to send it off, we have nothing to do with it. It's like my son, you and Mr. Qian had a bad relationship because of him. Although we were worried, we didn't stop it too much. This matter is different! Burying a prostitute is to consider yourself close. You don't need it at all! Why don't you just invite a few laborers to carry her to the burial place, and let my subordinates supervise her, and bury her alive. It's not considered neglecting the deceased."

Compared with Bai Yunbian, Gongsun Jing's tone was much calmer.

"I want to correct you. She's not a whore anymore, she's a normal woman who redeemed herself."

Xia Jingyun looked at him, "I admire her final awakening and her final chastity, so what's wrong with me doing such a thing for a normal person?"

Su Yuanshang took over the conversation, "Gao Yang, if you are just one person, there is nothing wrong with doing this. I personally agree with it, and at the same time admire your virtue and benevolence. But now, the image you represent is different. You represent the concubine, the Marquis of Jiang An, and the Marquis of Jiang An. Your behavior will be heard by many people and will be greatly interpreted by them. It is indeed unwise for you to behave like this. With all the hard work, everything is developing prosperously, can these personal emotions be put aside for a while?"

He sighed, "Now that you have just repelled the Qin family's offensive, if you act like this, the situation that might have been calmed down may be interpreted as trying to throw the Qin family's face on the ground and trample it on the ground, so that you can't die. Then it will be troublesome."

Su Yuanshang still had some skills in his words. He first affirmed Xia Jingyun's feelings, but he persuaded him from a utilitarian point of view.

Xia Jingyun pursed her lips, "Mr. Su, Ning Bing could have escaped in the end, and the other party wouldn't really kill her. She was afraid that Qin Yuwen's followers would threaten me with the person behind her, and she was willing to give up her life. Shouldn't I be more grateful and respectful to her for such a person?"

Before Su Yuan could speak, Xia Jingyun looked at Feng Xiuyun again.

Feng Xiuyun sighed, "You have nothing to do with her, right?"

Xia Jingyun, who had been waiting in full force, almost failed, and couldn't laugh or cry, "Have we not had time yet?"

Feng Xiuyun's cold face showed no joy or anger, she nodded, "Then I have no objection."

Su Yuanshang, Gongsun Jing, Bai Yunbian: .
Speechless, they had no choice but to look at Chen Fugui.

Chen Fugui was slightly nervous when he was watched by so many important figures he had looked up to, "My lord, is there any danger?"

Xia Jingyun smiled, "That's not the case."

"The villain has nothing to say, just stay with the young master."

Su Yuanshang, Gongsun Jing, Bai Yunbian: .
Xia Jingyun took advantage of the situation and got up, "Since there is no objection, this matter is settled like this. Please trouble Mr. Gongsun and make all the preparations for the funeral. I will personally attend the funeral tomorrow morning!"

A moment later, Xia Jingyun and Su Yuanshang walked side by side in a garden in the backyard.

Su Yuanshang said softly: "I still think your actions are a bit irrational. If you were someone else, it wouldn't be a big deal, but you are different. You have great talents and want to achieve great things. It is indeed necessary to have a heart of benevolence and righteousness, but sometimes, you should restrain these emotions a little bit."

"If I were that kind of person, would I be able to impress Mr.?"

Xia Jingyun made a teasing joke first, then slowly restrained his smile, and looked into the distance with deep eyes, "Mr. Su, I'm feeling overwhelmed, and I really want to make some noise to vent."

Su Yuanshang looked at him in surprise, "Is it because of the auction in the morning?"

"There are many things after entering Beijing. The auction can be regarded as a fuse."

Xia Jingyun said softly: "Staying here in the capital, looking at these dignitaries for a long time, it seems to be a different world from what we have seen before. Looking at their rich clothes and rich food, intrigues and intrigues, but they forget that just outside this city, in various places in this summer, there are so many innocent refugees who can't afford food, clothes, and struggle to survive. They complain about the lack of heavy snow and snow scene last year, but I don't know how many refugees survived the cold winter."

He looked up at the sky, "An auction, 10,000+ taels of real gold and silver, bought five useless mirrors, and each of them was painful at most. But the miserable woman who looked like rouge and ice was sold into the silver cave just for the three or five taels of living silver, and began a doomed miserable life. Heavy and suffocating."

He stared at Su Yuanshang with deep eyes, "Other people might think I'm hypocritical, but sir should understand me."

Su Yuanshang nodded slowly, "Let's indulge. This matter will not have much impact. As for the other side."

There was a bit of firmness and conviction in his eyes, "Isn't that what we are working hard for?"

Xia Jingyun laughed, "Mr. Su, I actually have another consideration."

Su Yuanshang asked with an open face, and Xia Jingyun said a few words in a low voice.

Su Yuanshang's eyes lit up, he thought for a while, and then nodded, "If that's the case, I support you!"

The next day, early in the morning.

Jiang Ancheng woke up with one yawn after another and lumps of eye droppings falling on the ground. A hearse slowly drove out of a street. There were four filial people carrying white banners and throwing white money at the front and back. A man led the way, and a woman supported the coffin, and walked slowly towards the south gate.

The residents and passers-by subconsciously looked sideways, wondering which family this is the dead person again, seeing this battle, the family background is not bad, can have a thick coffin.

Some people took a look and looked away, while others stared at the leading man, whispering, tsk tsk, he looks so good-looking!
Wu Laosan is the steward of the Laiyang Hou Mansion. He was ordered to go shopping today. Because he got up too early, he was walking listlessly. Suddenly, he was elbowed by the people around him, "Hey! Look, the leader! He is quite handsome!"

He looked along, and suddenly froze in place.

Yesterday, he accompanied the old lady to the Shitouji, and he recognized that handsome face that had turned into ashes!

What kind of big man is gone, so that Mr. Xia of the Jiang Anhou Mansion can be buried in person?

After hesitating for a while, he ran to report to the mansion.

Similar scenes continued to unfold as the funeral procession slowly moved forward. It didn't take long for the news to reach the ears of many dignitaries at an astonishing speed.

On a tall building, two Marquis stood by the window, looking at the coffin slowly passing by on the street below, with worried expressions on their faces.

"A funeral for a prostitute! Xia Gaoyang has completely disgraced us and the rich and powerful!"

"For those who are lucky enough to enter the back alleys, it is difficult to understand what is the character of a powerful man, what is the heritage of a family."

"Because of this, how many noble and noble people don't bother to join the concubine De."

"Isn't this a good thing!"

On the second floor beside the road, in an elegant tea room, Qin Sichao, the son of Prime Minister Qin, the number one son of Zhongjing City, also stood by the window, watching Xia Jingyun slowly walk by, with a smile on his face, "So much love and righteousness, Xia Gaoyang, it really makes me feel ashamed!"

Malan Street is where Fenghe Pavilion is located.

The girls in the hall are all wearing rare plain dresses at the moment, gathering at the street corner, waiting for the frozen coffin to pass by and bid her a final farewell.

Perhaps feeling the pressure from Jiang Anhou's mansion, or perhaps wanting to appease the people in the pavilion, the owner of Fenghe Pavilion also acquiesced in this matter.

"coming!"

There was a sharp-eyed shout, and everyone stepped on their feet and looked up.

I saw a team that was not considered shabby slowly walking over.

These people have experienced the birth, old age, sickness and death of people around them. The former matchmaker and oiran died of illness or loneliness. They have all seen them. Few people can get such treatment, but they are buried in a mass grave with a thin coffin or even a straw mat.

Those with lesser intentions couldn't help muttering: "If I can get such a beautiful and grand burial after I die, I will be satisfied."

When the team approached, they saw the shadow of the little servant girl standing on the right side of the coffin, helping the coffin to leave. This little girl who was once a bit cute and a bit savage seemed to have grown up overnight.

And it was only at this time that they saw the face of the man who was walking in the front. Everyone suddenly widened their eyes and looked at that figure in disbelief.

Who are they?

She is the oiran who wears gold and silver, silk and satin, shows off her beautiful branches, and everyone spends a lot of money on it, and is the dream lover who many people yearn for a kiss;

She is also a prostitute who can do her best, a bitch who rides thousands of people and sleeps with thousands of people, and is the most despised existence in the world;
But they, in the final analysis, are miserable people with miserable life experiences, reduced to prostitution, and their lives are arranged like puppets. They are desolate, and they usually suffer a lot of bullying.
It is the rootless duckweed in the world, swaying with the wind and restless in life.

And this is not the real key. The real key is that their lives have never been bright.

A whore for a day, a whore for life.

So what about redemption?So what?
Their downfall is the oppression of fate, but even if they muster all their courage, try to resist fate, try to control their own destiny, and don't want to live the kind of life that they themselves despise, the world slaps them hard and tells them, don't think about it!
Let's sink in the mud honestly!You are no longer worthy of being human in this life!No longer eligible, live like a normal person!

But now, there is such a person who is originally the high star in the sky, the moon in the cloud, but is willing to cast his gaze and cast a glow for a caged sparrow like them.

Bending down, personally funeral.

Tell them, you have redeemed yourself, you are innocent, and you have kept your innocence and chastity, and I will recognize you!I won't look at you like a whore again!
Also let them know that you are despised and cast aside because of that identity, as long as you have a good heart and work hard to get rid of this identity one day, you can also be like a normal person, wanton emotions.

As long as there is hope in your heart, life is not completely bleak!

This is a kind of gloom and depression that outsiders will never understand, but at this moment, Xia Jingyun has become the light of their lives.

They empathized with each other and wept with gratitude. What's more, they covered their mouths and started crying.

At the side, Gongsun Jing, who was helping to make contact, also sighed when he saw this scene, and said softly: "Girls, go up and send Miss Ning Bing off for the last time, don't delay."

One by one, the crying girls walked out of the street and walked up to the coffin. Each of them sprinkled a handful of paper money, and then the leading girl, Chunli, gently put the white cloth flowers in her hands on the coffin.

She looked at Xia Jingyun, and bowed deeply, "Master Xia, thank you for funeral for sister Ning Bing, and for those of us who are poor, leaving a last thought and hope for the rest of our lives."

Behind her, the girl from Fenghe Pavilion also bowed deeply to Xia Jingyun.

Speechless tears flow.

After finishing the process, the girls who were supposed to leave immediately after seeing off, but no one moved away, but silently followed the team.

Xia Jingyun glanced at them, but didn't chase them away.

On the high-rise beside him, a young master who heard the news and came to see the excitement sneered, "Pursuing fame, even this little reputation, really is a stingy face."

The people beside him smiled and echoed, "That's right. But he doesn't know that such a reputation has never been a good thing for wealthy families like us. If he knew the consequences, he might regret it, haha!"

Gongsun Jing looked at this scene from afar, and although he was touched by the kindness and softness in his heart, he still felt that the gain outweighed the loss.

With so many risks and so many troubles, it's useless to win the support of a prostitute in Fenghe Hall!

But before he could sigh, a few more girls came out of the intersection in front of him.

"Master Xia, I'm from Wanhua Pavilion, and I also want to give Sister Ningbing a ride. Is it possible?"

Xia Jingyun nodded, "Thank you."

A few girls stepped forward, put a white cloth flower on the coffin, and looked at Xia Jingyun, "Young Master Xia, we should thank you. You let us know that as long as we are willing to behave well and do good deeds, we will be respected by others. Innocence and dignity belong to us, and they are not things that we can never pick up after throwing them away. The rest of our lives are no longer nothing to think about. There is hope in life, and there is no end in death."

After speaking, he bowed to Xia Jingyun Qiqi, but he didn't go back, but silently followed behind the team.

And at this moment, several girls walked out of an alley in front of them.

Then, three, five, ten.
In several nearby alleys, women from brothels came out one after another and gathered around the coffin.

Holding flowers made of white cloth, they silently came to the coffin, saluted, presented flowers, and then bowed silently to Xia Jingyun, or followed the team, or stopped to watch them leave.

Brothel prostitutes all over the city worship the hearts of the same people.

Xia Jingyun looked ahead and walked solemnly.

(End of this chapter)