After the incident, Xia Mingzhong had to hide for a period of time due to the power of Mr. Jia in Beijing.
That day, there was such a rush for Xia Mingzhong to escape that Jiang Xian and Xia Mingzhong separated without even bothering to say anything. During that time, Shen Hui also returned home, leaving Jiang Xian alone in Mo Yun Academy, taking classes and resting. , living in this cycle over and over again.
After several months, Jiang Xian did not see Shen Hui again. Perhaps she was too frightened by being kidnapped by gangsters before, so she became frightened when she came to the academy, and she refused to come here from then on.
Jiang Xian is more worried about Xia Mingzhong than Shen Hui. He doesn't know where Xia Mingzhong is hiding. There are dangers outside. He heard that Mr. Jia has spent a lot of money to hire many experts and is arresting Xia Mingzhong everywhere, vowing to make him pay with his life. No.
Although Jiang Xian lived a peaceful and peaceful life on the surface, in reality he was suffering from pain every day. When his best friend was involved in such a thing, he never had a good night's sleep again.
It was almost time to take the imperial examination, which was a very important event for Jiang Xian. He was studying in Mo Yun Academy just to gain fame and fulfill his wish.
There is no news yet from Xia Mingzhong.
On this day, Jiang Xian was walking alone on the street to buy pen and paper. Before he reached the paper shop, he felt something hit him hard on the back of his head. His vision went dark and he fell unconscious.
When he woke up, he was already in an unknown mountain forest. It was so foggy in the mountains that Jiang Xian couldn't see the way in, let alone the way out. He didn't know who brought him to this place. I don’t know what to do to bring him here?
Just as he was wondering, several masked men suddenly walked out of nowhere, surrounded Jiang Xian, and asked, "Where is Xia Mingzhong?!"
Jiang Xian shook his head and answered truthfully: "I don't know, I also want to know where he is?"
One of the masked men said: "I've been looking for so long and I still can't find it. Why don't I use this guy to do it?"
Another masked man said: "How can I resist? They are both far different in terms of body shape and kung fu. What's more, Xia Mingzhong is a top master, this guy is a scholar, he looks weak, and Mr. Jia is not a fool. He just shows his skills. Can’t you see it?”
The masked man said again: "We've arrested him, so what do you think we should do? In my opinion, Xia Mingzhong committed murder, and this kid will definitely not be able to escape his involvement!"
A masked man standing behind Jiang Xian who had never spoken said: "Okay, let's hurry up and continue looking for Xia Mingzhong. Just leave this kid here and let him fend for himself."
They reached an agreement, and the person who spoke first came forward and stamped Jiang Xian's chest hard. At that moment, Jiang Xian clutched his heart in pain and was speechless. They were speechless. Then they carried Jiang Xian to a nearby cold spring, and several people easily threw Jiang Xian into the spring water.
"If I can float you out, you're lucky."
This was the last sentence Jiang Xian heard before he passed out.
He was helpless and watched helplessly as he was thrown into the fast-flowing cold spring like garbage. He floated along the spring like a withered leaf until a farmer entered the mountain and found him unconscious.
Perhaps as the masked man said, this is considered his luck.
The kind farmer gave Jiang Xian a pair of clean clothes to change into. After asking the time, he learned that there was still one day before the exam. In order not to delay the exam, Jiang Xian just tidied himself up a little after waking up and hurriedly prepared to return to the academy. inside.
On the way back, the streets of Beijing were bustling with activity, and the sound of gongs, drums, and firecrackers could not be heard. Jiang Xian was almost squeezed by the crowd on the street. Out of curiosity, Jiang Xian asked someone casually: "What happened? Today?" Why are there so many people on the street?"
Pedestrian A on the road said: "You don't know this? Mr. Shen from the capital is not going to marry his daughter today."
Pedestrian B was watching the fun and interjected: "Miss Shen is beautiful, but I heard that her legs are not very flexible. I don't know who married her, and I have never heard of this marriage before."
Miss Shen, from Beijing, has trouble with her legs.
Isn't that Shen Hui?
Jiang Xian was shocked. From the day he made friends with Shen Hui, he made up his mind to treat her as a normal person. Shen Hui did suffer from leg disease, which was a disease that occurred when he was young. (The next page will be more exciting!)
Gen. Jiang Xian always thought that maybe God thought Shen Hui was too perfect, so he planted such an imperfection in her body.
There was a faint bright red in front, which was bright and eye-catching. The crowd on the street seemed to be infected by this endless bright red, and the crowd became even more crowded. Jiang Xian could not help but be pushed forward by the people on the street, walking passively. .
"Look! The groom has received the bride."
The groom riding on the tall horse looked so big from a distance that he matched the good horse perfectly. He was dressed in red and full of joy. As the wedding procession got closer and closer, Jiang Xian finally saw the groom's official face. Face.
Jiang Xian had also thought that Shen Hui might marry someone else. Her family background was so good that even though she had a slight flaw in her legs, the flaws were not concealed. With a backer like her father, Mr. Shen, she would not worry about marrying into a good family.
Some of the good feelings I have kept in my heart will eventually have to face real life.
Jiang Xian stared blankly at the welcoming team approaching from a distance, feeling filled with emotion in his heart.
At this moment, the groom was walking at the front of the wedding procession, looking very majestic. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the cold aura on his body could not be concealed by the bright red. Naturally, the noise around him was blocked out. Moved.
"Who is this person? He shouldn't be the son of an official, nor does he come from a wealthy businessman family..."
"Yes, most of the famous rich men in Beijing have been seen and heard of before. How come I have never heard of this one? He doesn't even look familiar to him."
"Is it possible that the groom is not from the capital at all? Is he from Beizhong or Nanqin?"
Jiang Xian's ears were filled with all kinds of chattering sounds, but at this moment, he couldn't help but his ears were ringing, and his ears were throbbing with severe pain, all the way to the back of his head.
He stretched out his hands in pain and kept rubbing the back of his head. He opened his mouth wide but seemed to be speechless. No sound came out. Jiang Xian's tears couldn't stop flowing. The welcoming team kept looking at the people watching on the roadside. They were spreading wedding candies and paper, and everyone on the street was beaming with joy.
Only he, as motionless as a statue, did not bend down to pick up the wedding candies and papers on the ground. Candies were still falling in the air and hit his chest, making him unable to breathe in pain.
Seeing Jiang Xian motionless, the people nearby even pushed her and said, "If you don't want to pick it up, get out of the way. I need to pick up more candies and take them back to my son!"
Jiang Xian was pushed hard and staggered, and he finally said: "It's him, haha, it's him..."
Jiang Xian pointed in the direction where the wedding party went, and smiled with tears in his eyes at the people around him who were busy picking up wedding candies: "Did you see it? It's him, hahahahahahaha, it's him..."
The street was full of people, but no one paid attention to him.
At this moment, Jiang Xian was the strangest person under the sky. He was smiling strangely, crying uncontrollably, and was crazily squeezing and running among the crowd with an extremely strange posture.
The sound of firecrackers on the street was deafening. Jiang Xian covered his ears and panicked, running like crazy, as if he was trying to escape from this place.
He kept running, and he didn't know when he lost a shoe. It wasn't until he reached the entrance of the academy and saw the big words "Mo Yun Academy" that he gradually calmed down.
The schoolwork in the academy has ended. Almost all the students in the academy have gone home when they are facing exams. Only a few students from other places are still in the academy. At this moment, the academy is silent, and Jiang Xian can't help trembling all over.
It felt like he was back to the coldness that penetrated his heart when those masked men threw him into the cold spring.
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Jiang Xian didn't eat. He went back to his room, took out five or six pieces of clothes and wrapped them all around him. Even so, he couldn't control himself from shaking. He could even hear the sound of his upper and lower teeth fighting.
I clenched my teeth desperately and managed to hold it back.
Dusk, twilight, sun, moon and stars.
The moon sets and the sun rises, shining brightly.
After the imperial examination in Beijing, the threshold of Nanqinjiang Mansion was almost passed, and countless people expressed their congratulations to Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing couldn't hide the smile on his face, but he still responded in a low-key manner to those who came to congratulate him in advance: "The results haven't been released yet. When the results are released in Beijing, I'll treat you all to a whole day of drinking!"
Humility is the norm for Jiang Qing, but he knows the strength of his younger brother Jiang Xian. (The next page will be more exciting!)
Jiang Xian was always hardworking and studious. Mr. Mo Yun in the academy would often write to him: "Jiang Xian has read thousands of books, is diligent and studious, and will become a great person in the future."
Jiang Xian is the focus of the whole Nanqin people and the hope that everyone is looking forward to.
Jiang Qing was busy with his own affairs all day long and had no time to take care of his younger brothers at home. This time it was rare for him to meet a major event in his younger brother's life. He specially made time and went to the shop on the street to select some good materials for Jiang Xian.
, preparing to make new clothes for Jiang Xian.
Jiang Qing was so confident that Jiang Xian could win the ranking. He even ordered people to clean the house carefully inside and outside in advance, and the good wine he ordered was delivered to the house.\./hand\./machine
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On the day when the results were released, Jiang Qing rarely put on new clothes. He heard the housekeeper say: "It's rare to have such a big happy event in the house, and it is the first important event in the life of the second young master. You just need to wear new clothes once."
It’s time to welcome this joy!”
He cheerfully accepted the suggestion, but he never waited for the good news from Beijing.
From noon to dusk, I saw a carriage parked at the gate of Jiangfu.
Two people got off the carriage, struggled to lift Jiang Xian out of the carriage, whispered a few words to the housekeeper, and then left.
Jiang Qing originally thought that on this day, his younger brother would return to Nanqin in high spirits and proudly, receiving the envious gazes of everyone. He never thought that what he was waiting for would be his younger brother suffering from a high fever and constantly talking.
Nonsense.
Fortunately, Jiang Qing was someone who had seen strong winds and waves. He quickly calmed down and arranged for someone to help Jiang Xian lie down in the room. Jiang Qing sat beside the bed, holding Jiang Xian's hand with one hand and holding Jiang Xian's hand with the other.
He wiped his hot neck with a handkerchief dipped in cold water.
Jiang Xian was stimulated by the cold touch and became more awake. He opened his eyes and saw his brother taking care of him attentively. He couldn't help but feel a sore nose and cry.
"Brother, I...failed. I failed the exam."
Jiang Qing held his hand tightly and said gently: "If you fail the exam, you will fail the exam. Why are you crying? It's not a big deal if you have to start over again. It's not like our family can't afford to support you."
Jiang Qing tucked his brother under the quilt and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, big brother is here, you can just do what you like."
Jiang Xian closed his eyes gently, shook his head, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He took a deep breath with a slight trembling, and then said with a sad face: "Brother, I am very sick. I seem to be very ill..."
He was like a butterfly with broken wings, with a feeling of falling and brokenness all over his body. He murmured: "I didn't write a word and turned in a blank paper. How could I pass the exam...".
