For Jia Xu, Jia Fu's scratching was almost the same as scratching an itch. However, in order to prevent his father from becoming more angry, Jia Fu still deliberately pretended to be in pain and screamed.
"Ah, it hurts so much, father, I know I was wrong."
Jia Fu screamed and explained: "Father, I am also thinking about your reputation. My original intention is not to hurt Mr. Dong. I have already reserved my strength before taking action. Logically speaking, it is impossible to kill anyone, but it didn't happen."
think……"
"etc……"
Upon hearing this, Jia Fu and Jia Xu immediately interrupted Jia Fu's complaint and asked with a serious face: "Fu'er, you said that your punch can't kill anyone? What's going on? You
Please explain it to me quickly."
"Yes, father."
After a brief recollection, Jia Fu said truthfully: "Father, the child has already withdrawn his strength from that punch. After all, Mr. Dong is also a first-class warrior. No matter how hard it was, he would not have been beaten to death by the child's punch. Do you think this is strange?"
strangeness."
After hearing this, Jia Xu couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and then said in a deep voice: "Fu'er, think carefully about what happened at the meeting in Mianchi that day. Remember not to miss any details."
"Um."
After Jia Fu tried hard to recall it for a long time, he told Jia Xu in detail, but Jia Xu sneered after listening to it.
"I see, it's such a good plan, what a good plan!"
Jia Fu showed doubts and asked, "Father, what do you mean by this?"
Jia Xu glanced at his son and said calmly: "Dong Zhongying did not die immediately after receiving Fu'er's punch. However, there were so many military doctors in the Liang Army. Not only were they unable to cure Dong Zhuo, but they were able to cure him within a few days."
He died due to the worsening of his injuries, what do you think this means?"
Jia Fu couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Does this mean that the military doctors in Liangjun are all quacks?"
"Snapped……"
Jia Xu was so angry that a tic-tac-toe appeared on her forehead, she raised her hand and slapped Jia Fu on the back of the head.
Jia Xu asked himself that in terms of resourcefulness, even if he was not the best in the world, he was still very few in the world. But even if his biological son did not inherit his intelligence, how could he still be so stupid? Jia Xu really couldn't figure it out.
You treacherous son, sooner or later he will piss you off.
"I told you not to just focus on practicing martial arts, but also to read more books when you have nothing to do, but you just don't listen. Look at you, do you still have brains now?"
Jia Xu scolded him again with a straight face, while Jia Fu looked aggrieved. Of course, he was not really brainless, but because he had a father who had no calculations, everything had been considered for him, so he was too lazy to use his brains.
That's all.
Jia Fu was not stupid. After thinking about it carefully, he discovered the clues and said with a shocked face: "Father, you mean, there is something fishy in Dong Gong's death?"
"It's more than just a trick."
Jia Xu smiled coldly and said, "Do you think Hou Yi's arrow was really to save Dong Zhuo?"
Jia Fu couldn't help but shrink his pupils and said in horror: "Did Hou Yi want to..."
"Yes, Hou Yi definitely wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of Zhong Ying, otherwise how could he shoot the war horse so coincidentally."
The more Jia Fu thought about it, the more frightened he became. The situation that day was so complicated. How could he not realize it before?
"Father, if Mr. Dong had not died at the hands of a child, wouldn't it mean that someone in the Liang army wanted to murder him? But under the protection of Li Yuanba and Yuwen Chengdu, who could do this?"
A cold light flashed in Jia Xu's deep eyes, and he said coldly: "Think about it, who will benefit the most if Dong Zhongying dies."
When Jia Fu heard this, he thought for a moment and then exclaimed: "Yang Jian."
Yes, that's right, after all, Li Shimin had disappeared at that time. If Dong Zhuo died, then Yang Jian would be the most likely person to become the leader of the Liang Army, and Yang Jian was also the only person who could possibly get rid of Li Yuanba and Yuwen Chengdu.
At this thought, Jia Fu suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Yang Jian is a sinister and sinister villain. He murdered Duke Dong but put the blame on the child, and then recruited him in the name of avenging Duke Dong.
Liang Jun is simply despicable and shameless. No, I will expose his true colors."
With that said, the furious Jia Fu was about to walk out, but was stopped by Jia Xu.
"How do you expose him? Don't forget, you and I are no longer from the Liang Army. No one in the Liang Army will believe us. Besides, we have no evidence, and Yang Jian cannot leave any evidence."
Hearing what his father said, Jia Fu couldn't help but be stunned, and then said helplessly: "Father, what do you think we should do? Will the child have to bear this blame for his whole life?"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to take off this scapegoat."
When Jia Fu heard this, he immediately became anxious, but Jia Xu continued: "But I have to say this."
A cold light flashed in Jia Xu's eyes, and he said coldly: "How dare Yang Jian plot against our father and son. If I don't teach him a lesson, I would be sorry for my title of 'Poisoner'."
"Father, how are you going to take revenge and go back?"
Jia Fu looked expectant, but Jia Xu said: "My father has his own plans for this matter, so don't get involved, and it will save you bad things!"
"No, father..."
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Qixia Town, located at the junction of Yin and Hanoi counties in Henan, was originally just a small market composed of several villages.
However, with the Yellow Turban Uprising, a large number of Guandong aristocratic families moved westward, and along with a large number of people moved in, this small market gradually developed into a commercial town connecting the East and the West.
Tongfu Inn is located in the extremely remote southeast corner of Qixia Town. Precisely because its location is too remote, even if it is opened in Qixia Town, which has a huge flow of people, the business of the inn is still not very good, with only a few customers at the end of the day.
Very few guests.
Lu Xiucai, who was in charge of the accounting room, looked at the account books boredly and sighed with self-pity: "Oh, I miss you Lu Qinghou. I knew a thousand words at the age of three, memorized Han Fu at the age of five, read the Four Books and Five Classics by the age of eight, and
He is proficient in poetry, poetry, and poetry...even if he is not an unparalleled scholar in the country, he is still talented. However, horses with thousands of miles of horses are often found, but Bole is not always found!"
The shopkeeper Tong Xiangyu who came over heard this and said with a smile in a Guanzhong accent: "Come on, Qinghou, why don't you tell me what you will do after you are nine years old? Don't talk about useless things, we are just ordinary people, what?
Lord Ming, becoming an official is all just a dream, so you should work hard."
Lu Qinghou was also used to being bullied by his boss. He neither dared nor bothered to refute, but he thought to himself: "You look down on people. Sooner or later, I, Lu Qinghou, will definitely get ahead."
At this moment, two men wearing bamboo hats walked in. Seeing this, Tong Xiangyu quickly went up with a smile and greeted: "Two guests, do you want to be a top or stay in the hotel?"