When Zhao Guogong Zhu Jing arrived at the Lin Mansion, he saw that the place was already in mourning. Looking around, there were not many guests coming in and out, and the servants of the Lin Mansion were not only sad, but also indescribably miserable. Especially when the eldest son of the Lin family came out in a hurry, he was trembling like a sieve, and looked like he couldn't bear the burden.
Zhu Jing always hated timid and cowardly people, but even he couldn't blame Young Master Lin too much at this moment, because his father, the pillar of the family in his prime, died suddenly, and the cause of death was secretly consistent with the recent turmoil. If his three children encountered such a thing, it might not be a big deal for Zhu Tingfang and Zhu Ying, one with strong will and the other with a big heart, but Zhu Er was not much better in the past!
Therefore, he was not as cold as usual, but said in a gentle tone: "I will burn a stick of incense for Minister Lin."
After his father passed away suddenly due to an acute illness, almost all his students, old acquaintances, relatives and friends avoided him like the plague. Only a few people who were too close to him came to pay their respects. The trend of discussion outside was getting more and more urgent. Master Lin, who was almost on the verge of despair, thought that Zhu Jing came here today to investigate by order of the emperor, so he even made the most tragic preparations in his heart.
But at this time, Zhu Jing actually euphemistically said that he was here to pay his respects. After a slight pause, the huge stone in his heart seemed to burst instantly, and tears welled up in his eyes. Fortunately, as a filial son who had lost his father, it was not excessive for him to cry like this, so he quickly lowered his head to wipe his tears while respectfully inviting Zhu Jing in.
After bringing the person to the mourning hall, he saw Zhu Jing lighting incense and paying his respects in front of the coffin, then standing silently for a while, but turning around and walking out without saying anything. After returning the greetings, Young Master Lin finally couldn't help it, he got up and rushed forward, mustering up the courage to stop this loyal minister of the emperor who was known to everyone in the capital.
"Duke Zhao, what does the court say about my father's matter?"
Seeing that Young Master Lin's expression was filled with grief and indignation, Zhu Jing lowered his head and glanced at the filial sons and grandchildren kneeling beside him. He saw that the youngest were only three or four years old, kneeling there with a confused look on their faces. The others either lowered their heads in silence, or looked up in anticipation, or were as indignant as Young Master Lin, just like the people outside. He couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"Don't listen to what people say."
As soon as he said this, he could see that the spirits of the people in and outside the mourning hall changed instantly. However, he did not want to simply comfort them, and said calmly: "The clear will be clear, and the turbid will be turbid. Besides, the dead are the greatest. As descendants, you should know best what kind of person the head of the family, Minister Lin, is and what kind of personality and style he has."
This time, Young Master Lin's face turned pale again. His father was indeed very low-key outside, not like a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Personnel, but at home, especially in front of him, the eldest son, his true nature was exposed. Moreover, he knew that there were actually quite a few officials coming and going in his family. Just a few days ago, many of the people who jumped up and down and threw stones to ask for directions were guests in his house.
"We know what's going on." He tried his best to squeeze out these few words. Seeing that Zhu Jing remained silent, he had to bite the bullet and said, "But the outside world is focusing all the attention on my family. My mother has been bedridden due to the grief of losing her husband, and now she is even more frightened. My brothers, sisters-in-law and children are still young. Duke Zhao, there must be an explanation for this matter, right?" It would be great if the court could grant a funeral and sacrifice!