"What?" Zhan Feiyu put down his pen and looked at He Sheng who was replying the message in surprise, "The letter was delivered late?"
I was worried that Jiao Lianping and the others would be blamed by their elders when they returned. After Zhan Feiyu came back, he wrote a letter for He Sheng to send, and also prepared a small gift to thank Jiao Lianping and the others for their hospitality. After all, Jiao Lianping paid for the meal at Yipinlou at noon.
of silver.
"The letter was delivered, but it was intercepted by people from the Jiao family." The Forbidden Dragon Guards were well-informed, and even though the incident in the Jiao family happened less than half an hour ago, the cause and effect were all figured out.
"Ah Nuan, do we still have scar-removing ointment here?" Zhan Feiyu stood up. No matter what, this was an unforeseen disaster for Jiao Lianping, especially if a scar fell on his face, it would mean his career was ruined.
"There is still one bottle of jade condensation ointment from before."
…
In less than a quarter of an hour, the room was full of people. It was probably the doctor who was examining Jiao Lianping. Mrs. Chen was holding the child and wiping her tears. Both mother and child were suppressing their cries and sobbing quietly.
Mrs. Jiao sat aside with an ugly expression, her hands hanging in her sleeves tightly clenched into fists, and then she suppressed the anger in her chest.
But looking at her son who was beaten until he was a bloody man, and then looking at Jiao Lianyu who was standing behind Magistrate Jiao pretending, a cruel look flashed in Mrs. Jiao's eyes. She should not have been merciful back then, and should not have considered letting him go for the sake of the Jiao family.
This little beast, otherwise Ping'er wouldn't have suffered such a serious crime today.
Magistrate Jiao clasped his hands behind his back. After calming down, he felt a little regretful. Even if he got angry again, he should not have lost his temper. If there were scars on his face...
"Doctor Luo?" Seeing Doctor Luo stand up, Chen An spoke eagerly, looking at the husband who had fainted from pain with worried and distressed eyes.
Magistrate Jiao and Mrs. Jiao looked over worriedly at this moment. No matter how incompetent Jiao Lianping was, he was still their son. He was the eldest son of the Jiao family, and they had high hopes for him at the beginning.
"Sir, there is no need to worry. Although the eldest son has suffered a crime, it is just a flesh wound." Dr. Luo said affirmatively. Seeing that Magistrate Jiao's face was still heavy, he continued: "As for the wound on the cheek, it is a bit deep, but as long as we can find a way to remove the scar,
It’s a good medicine and won’t leave any obvious scars in the future.”
After hearing this, Magistrate Jiao and others were relieved. As long as there were no scars, they could still be promoted to official positions in the future.
Jiao Lianping's handsome face also showed joy, but he was secretly regretful that his eldest brother was so lucky to have escaped. Otherwise, the Jiao family would never have a chance to meet his eldest brother in the future. An eldest son who cannot serve as an official would be beaten at most in the future.
Manage household affairs.
"Doctor Luo, please prescribe a prescription. If you need any medicinal materials, just tell me. We don't have a lot of money in the warehouse to buy them from outside." Mrs. Jiao opened her mouth here, signaling Chen An, the daughter-in-law, to take good care of her son. As for today's matter, Mrs. Jiao said coldly.
Glancing at Magistrate Jiao, there was no point in worrying now. If only he would consider that Ping'er was his son, he wouldn't be so serious when he strikes.
Doctor Luo handed over the prescription, "Madam, please don't worry, but the eldest son is seriously injured after all. You must pay more attention at night. If you have a fever, you must give this medicine immediately."
"Mom, I will stay in the room tonight and let people cook the medicine in the yard." Mrs. Chen wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She will definitely stay here tonight.
Probably still worried that Jiao Lianping's injury would change during the night, Doctor Luo finally stayed in Jiao Mansion temporarily. Basically, there would be no danger if he spent the night.
…
Two quarters of an hour later, the front yard.
Mrs. Chen stayed in the backyard to take care of the fainted Jiao Lianping. Mrs. Jiao asked her servants to retreat to the outside of the yard to guard her. Then she sneered and attacked, "Master, I already know the age of destiny. Ping'er is my destiny. I don't know."
What did he do that made me want to beat Ping'er to death?"
Because of Mrs. Jiao's age, her wrinkled face looked majestic but lacked the gentleness of a woman. This look of asking questions made people understand that she and Magistrate Jiao no longer had much relationship as husband and wife.
Before Magistrate Jiao could speak, Mrs. Jiao glanced at Jiao Lianping, who was standing aside, and sneered, "Even if Ping'er commits murder and arson, and disregards human life, there are still national laws. This master is not using family law but beating people to death."
Silence you!"
"Madam, be careful!" Magistrate Jiao had to speak out. From the moment Madam Jiao refused to let Lian Yu leave, Magistrate Jiao knew that not only did she blame him, but she also turned her anger on Lian Yu, and such a scene was not the case in the Jiao family.
Appears for the first time.
"My son is about to be beaten to death. What else can't I say?" Her voice suddenly became sharper. Mrs. Jiao grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at Jiao Lianyu, asking hysterically, "Jiao Lianyu,
Do you dare to say that Ping'er suffered this time without your instigation?"
Jiao Lianyu lowered his head to apologize, but did not hide when the cup was thrown at him. The tea now wet his robe, and the white brocade robe was stained with tea leaves. He looked a little embarrassed and said, "Mom, calm down."
"Okay, this matter has nothing to do with Lian Yu, it's that traitor who did something random!" When Magistrate Jiao thought about what Jiao Lianping did, his face darkened again. If he hadn't been so angry, he wouldn't have lost his mind in anger.
Worried that Mrs. Jiao would really blame Jiao Lianyu, Magistrate Jiao had to tell the story about Jiao Lianping and a group of Yameni going to the wine shop to meet Zhan Feiyu and bringing a Qingguer with them.
"Madam, that is Bachelor Gu's disciple. Master Qiu treats him with the same courtesy as his peers, but Lian Ping actually brought a young man to meet this noble girl. Bachelor Gu is far away in the capital, but what will Master Qiu know about it?"
Will you let Lian Ping go?" Magistrate Jiao sat down on the chair with a tired look on his face.
Originally, there were a lot of things going on in the government office. Cai Zhiyuan and his twelve soldiers were still imprisoned in the cell. The whole Qianzhong Mansion was now in a storm, but Jiao Lianping was still making trouble at this juncture. It's no wonder that Magistrate Jiao was angry.
As the head wife of the Jiao family, Mrs. Jiao has been dealing with officials and wives in the back house all year round, so she naturally understands the meaning of Magistrate Jiao's words.
In a small way, this incident is because Jiao Lianping has no rules, but in a big way, it is because he humiliated Zhan Feiyu and equated her to a brothel prostitute. If this girl was a fierce one, she would probably be killed.
And whether it is love for the girl in the family or to maintain the reputation of the family, the girl's elders will definitely pursue it to the end. Otherwise, if word gets out that your girl is interacting with a brothel prostitute, then all the girls in the whole family who have not left the court will have no choice but to be hanged.
If a married woman grows her hair and becomes an aunt, she will be despised by her husband's family, and even if she is not divorced, she will still be divorced.
Magistrate Jiao looked at Mrs. Jiao who had finally calmed down and sighed: "I'm so angry now."
The first level of officialdom suppresses people to death! Mr. Qiu is a high-ranking official in the border area, a second-grade official. To punish Mr. Jiao, a fourth-grade prefect, it is really just a matter of one sentence.
What's more, Magistrate Jiao had specifically told Jiao Lianping to restrain himself during this period of time, and Zhenweixuan's business should be leisurely. However, he actually did this, and Magistrate Jiao had the intention to kill people.
"The master is very well informed. Someone went to the Yamen to inform the master of what happened just at noon." Mrs. Jiao also knew that Jiao Lianping was beaten at his own fault!
Magistrate Jiao's beating was severe, and Mr. Qiu also had an explanation. Otherwise, as long as Mr. Qiu suppressed him, Jiao Lianping wouldn't be promoted, and even if he got the top prize, he probably wouldn't be able to get an official position.
Jiao Lianyu still lowered his head and did not defend himself against his aunt's accusation.
Magistrate Jiao looked at his wife with a cold face. He also knew that ever since he planned to cultivate Lian Yu, a bastard, as the heir of the Jiao family, his wife had been dissatisfied. There were constant conflicts on weekdays, making the family restless.
But this time, Magistrate Jiao had to speak up to defend his second son, "Madam, you wrongly blamed Lian Yu. If Official Wei hadn't asked for leave, I wouldn't have known about it so quickly."
Mr. Wei took leave to go home to beat up his unruly young son. After all, the young master of the Wei family went to a wine shop with Jiao Lianping and others at noon.
On weekdays, this group of yamen just eat, drink, and goof around and ask Qing Guan'er to sing songs, but it's different when Zhan Feiyu is involved. Mr. Wei is a hot-tempered person, and it is estimated that the young master of the Wei family will be beaten so hard that he can't get up from the bed.
Coming.
Mrs. Jiao sneered, with unconcealed sarcasm on her face. The master is a good official and can handle the official affairs of the yamen with ease.