Jiang Liu sent someone to Lingyun Lane to inform his elder sister Jiang Murong. Mr. Baopu agreed to privately point out his elder brother-in-law Li Zhengqiu so that she could have a good sleep. There was no need to say too much. Mr. Jiang went back to the room and changed into a dark robe, and led his two sons to Dada to Liao's house.

Father and son are by nature. It has only been a month since Mr. Jiang returned to Beijing. He is busy every day. However, the three-year-old Xiaoqilang is already very attached to him. After a few steps of his father and son, a cold wind blows over. Mr. Jiang fights his cloak to protect his two sons and asks gently, "Are you cold?"

"No." Xiao Yue'er's speech was still very brief.

The fat and cute little Qilang hugged his father's legs and said glutinously, "Dad, hug."

"Okay, hug." Mr. Jiang bowed down, one arm and one, and hugged both sons.

Qilang immediately laughed happily and crisply. He could lie down and never stand, and could make people hug Liulang, who would never walk. He reluctantly hugged his father's neck, and then said sensiblely, "Yue'er, go."

"For my father, I can even carry the tripod. You two are only a few pounds together. Let's go--" Mr. Jiang shouted and quickly walked to his sister's mansion, asking Liulang and Qilang to play with their nephew Liao Min'an, and then he turned his eyes to his niece Liao Chunling.

After only a few days of sight, my niece lost a lot of weight, and her neck was so thin that it could hardly stick to her little head. Mr. Jiang said to his haggard sister, "Qingya wants her to make shoes for Min'an a few days ago, but can she still keep it?"

"Save it, I'll get it." Jiang Pinglan understood what his second brother meant, took his three children to the study to play, and gave the main hall to his second brother and daughter.

The maid brought the tea in. Liao Chunling took it and put it on the table to pour tea for her second uncle. Mr. Jiang looked at her thin wrist and couldn't help but remember the pitiful appearance of his eldest daughter Jiang Muyan when she died of illness. His voice was very gentle and he whispered, "In the morning court today, the real murderer Liao Gang was sentenced to a fine of 1,000 taels, 50 taels of scepter, and six years of service. The three murderers who pushed the carriage off the cliff were sentenced to the prison guard. Their revenge for killing your father is considered to be avenged."

Although Liao Qingmo had no actual position after he was appointed by Taikang, his rank was still there. Liao Gang instructed people to kill officials in the court, which was a serious crime. Therefore, the murderer would be sentenced to beheading, and Liao Gang, the behind-the-scenes envoy, would also be held accountable.

Liao Chunling nodded and thanked her, opened her pale skinny lips and replied hoarsely, "Thank you for your second uncle."

"What's thankful? Liao Gang killed your father because he held a grudge against me. It was because my second uncle was sorry for you. It was because my second uncle was not careful and he didn't send anyone to protect your father." Mr. Jiang did not mention that Liu'er sent someone to follow Liao Qingmo. "You don't have to go out of the city to guard the spirit tomorrow. Your uncle has sent someone to guard the spirit and take care of your elder brother. You can keep in the mansion for a few days. When someone comes to the Liao family, you go and send the spirits."

Liao Chunling, who had been with her second uncle, could no longer hold on to her soft comfort. Shuangxi knelt on the knees, leaned on Mr. Jiang's knees, burst into tears, and said intermittently, "It has nothing to do with my second uncle, it's all my fault. I killed my father..."

Mr. Jiang was not a good person to comfort people. As soon as his niece cried, he was at a loss and subconsciously wanted to call his sister out. However, thinking that the child would cry and vent his venting, he might feel more relieved, so he let her cry.

Hearing the cry of his daughter coming in, Jiang Pinglan in the study also secretly wiped her tears, and then coaxed the three children in a low voice, so that they would not be afraid.

After his niece cried and turned into sobs, Mr. Jiang raised his hand and helped her up, let her sit on the chair beside him, and handed her a cup of hot tea, "My second uncle is here, I'll tell you a secret. When I learned that your father went to Beijing to break Yuan Dong's head and scolded you, my second uncle had the intention to kill. He ruined your mother for more than ten years, and his second uncle could not watch you three brothers and sisters, but he also ruined him."

Liao Chunling raised her swollen tears and sobbed, "My second uncle can only send people to scare him, and will not kill him."

Mr. Jiang smiled, "Silly girl, your father dares to come, he will be sure that we will be soft-hearted. Even if the second uncle doesn't kill him, he will still be half his life, so that he will never dare to go to Beijing to pester you again. Your father was not scared away by your words, but my father returned from the scattered yamen and glared at the Liao servants by the Yumen Bridge. He was so scared that he went in to report the message to your father. Your father left overnight. Your second uncle, I have killed so many people in Suzhou, and now I have spread my momentum and scared one or two servants silly. It's no problem."

"Your father would run away because he knew he had done something wrong and was afraid that I would settle the score with him. If he was an honest official and treated your mother and you kindly, would he run away? You have read the "Book of Filial Piety" since you were a child, but still remember the chapter of admonition?"

Mr. Jiang coughed and tried hard to recall what his wife said to him, and then continued, "The Master said: If a father fights for his son, he will not fall into unrighteousness. Therefore, if he should be unrighteous, the son should not not fight against his father, and the ministers should not fight against the king; therefore, if he should be unrighteous, he will fight against him. If he follows his father's order, how can he be filial?"

After reciting, Mr. Jiang Er nodded with satisfaction and said seriously, "Ling'er, you are following the words of Confucius in the Book of Filial Piety and bringing out his unjust acts to your father. You are doing your filial piety. What's wrong with doing your filial piety?"

Is that true? Liao Chunling raised her swollen eyes and looked at her second uncle.

Mr. Jiang nodded seriously, "That's it."

Liao Chunling's eyes lit up a little, "Second uncle..."

Mr. Jiang said seriously, "Good child, you are urging your father to realize his actions and act within his abilities. You are filial. He will be killed, it is his own fault, it is Liao Gang's fault, and it is his second uncle's fault, it has nothing to do with you. If you blame yourself for being injured and sick, and make your elders worry and worry about you, it is true unfilial."

Seeing that, Liao Chunling became energetic, "What my second uncle taught me was that Ling'er had written it down. Second uncle... My brother wanted to wait for the Liao family to come back to his hometown and bury his father with him, and Ling'er also wanted to go."

Mr. Jiang nodded and responded, "If you want to go, go. My second uncle sent thirty guards to protect you. You go there with great integrity and come back with great integrity. Whoever dares to bully you? Even if you let the guards teach her a lesson, no matter whether they are killed or injured, they will have my second uncle to decide for you."

Liao Chunling's eyes became brighter, "Thank you for your second uncle."

After sending his second uncle and two cousins ​​out of the mansion, Liao Chunling, who was snuggling up to her mother, recovered her spirit and began to feel hungry. Jiang Pinglan went to the kitchen to make midnight snacks and ate with her two children.

After coaxing Min'an to bed, Liao Chunling and her mother snuggled up on the bed, said what her second uncle persuaded her, and then said, "Mom and her brother are waiting at Kang'an. The daughter and her elder brother help me and send their father back to their hometown for burial."

"I'll ask Min'an to take care of your second aunt for one month, and we'll go back together." Jiang Pinglan wanted to take her younger son back together, but the weather was cold and the Liao family's ancestral home was thousands of miles away. The youngest son was only four years old and could not resist such a bumpy ride. But the eldest son was injured on his head and his daughter was also hurt by grief. How could Jiang Pinglan feel assured that they would return to the Liao family's ancestral home to deal with the difficult Liao family's relatives?
Chapter completed!