The two brothers were talking when a noise suddenly came from outside, "Grandma You and Grandma Lian are here."
Sister Feng and You entered the hall and looked at Jia Zhen, who was lying on a wicker chair, groaning in pain. They were stunned for a moment, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"How could it be beaten like this?" Youshi said sadly, but after all, she had just cried a while ago, and she didn't have many tears, so she stepped forward to check on Jia Zhen's injuries.
As a result, Jia Zhen felt embarrassed and was irritated. She pushed away the crying Youshi and said angrily: "Why are you crying for mourning? I'm not dead yet!"
Youshi was pushed aside, her heart ached, her eye circles suddenly turned red, and this time her eyes really burst into tears.
Sister Feng said anxiously: "Why is there a conflict? Isn't it easy to negotiate and measure up?"
Jia Lian sighed and said: "Then Jia Heng didn't intend to agree. Brother Zhen said a thousand taels of silver, but what he said... If Brother Zhen also promised him something, he would break off the engagement, and then...
…The fight started.”
"What did you promise?" Sister Feng asked, frowning and saying, "One thousand taels of silver is quite a lot."
Jia Lian glanced at Mrs. You and said, "Jia Heng said that as long as Brother Zhen writes a letter of divorce to divorce Sister-in-law You, he will also give Brother Zhen a thousand taels."
Sister Feng: "..."
Youshi: "???"
At this moment, Youshi raised a pear blossom with raindrops on her face, and I saw her pitiful face, plump and moist, and her pink lips that glowed brightly under the light. She pursed her lips and said in a clear voice: "Where did I provoke him? I won't get him."
So targeted!”
Sister Feng also raised her eyebrows and said: "Okay, what a blind evildoer, he really knows people and faces but not the heart! What kind of toad dares to eat swan meat!"
Jia Lian sighed: "Oh, this was obviously a deliberate statement to anger Brother Zhen, and then... they started fighting."
Jia Zhen said coldly: "Report to the official, take him!"
Jia Lian shook his head and said: "I'm afraid this matter won't make a big deal. If Brother Zhen is beaten by him, he can still report the crime of assault to the official."
When Jia Zhen heard this, anger surged in her eyes, and her beard trembled with anger. Was the beating he received less severe?
Seeing that Jia Zhen looked wrong, Sister Feng just glared at Jia Lian and said, "This matter has to be reported to the old lady. The old lady was so angry just now that she wanted to call Jia Heng for questioning tomorrow."
Jia Lian thought for a while and said: "The internal minister of the Daming Palace sent someone to tell me that the eldest sister has been selected to serve as a female official in the Queen's Palace. The next year or two is the key now, so it is better not to cause uproar in the city.
"
Because after Yuanchun entered the palace, most of the private affairs in the palace, such as bribery of eunuchs, were handled by Jia She. Jia Lian was the specific person in charge, so he knew Yuanchun's current situation in the palace.
Jia Zhen's face turned dark. No matter how unwilling she was, she didn't dare to hold back on matters related to whether the Jia clan could cling to the Tian family. Her eyes were gloomy and she said coldly: "But can't we just let that little beast go?"
It doesn't matter whether you let it go or not.
But when I think of the little lady of the Qin family, I feel a surge of fire in my heart.
Jia Lian sighed: "Let's go see the old lady tomorrow and see what the old lady says."
Jia Zhen snorted coldly, obviously still angry.
…
…
It was dark at night, and the lights were still on in the study room of Jia Heng's house in Liutiao Hutong. Jia Heng, who had just taken a bath and put on a blue gown, was holding a brush and writing the third chapter of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in small letters under the lantern.
Second time.
I was still very sleepy just now, but after taking a shower, I couldn't sleep for a while, so I just picked up a brush and started writing.
The solitary lamp dimmed out circles of candlelight and fell on the young man's face,
"Brother Heng, it's late at night and it's already midnight. Let's go to bed early."
At this time, the bamboo curtain was raised, and Aunt Cai was holding a cup of tea in her hand.
Jia Heng put down his pen and said with a smile: "I'm going to sleep now."
Although I have only written a few hundred words, I feel much calmer. There is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow, not only for Jia Mu, but also for the Qin family.
The first method that Jia Zhen can use is to report to the official. Although there is a high probability that Jia Zhen will control the family affairs, there is no guarantee that she will not go to the official to sue him.
Since then, he needs to prepare a response in advance.
At the same time, if the Qin family knew that he had beaten Jia Zhen, would they think, "This son is reckless and is accustomed to fighting bravely, so he is a good match for you?"
This is another issue that requires preparation for a rainy day.
As for Jia Mu's questions, he actually didn't care much.
Because...he wants nothing from the clan.
As long as he looks respectful, no matter how dissatisfied he is, Jia Mu can only reprimand him.
If an old man is about to be eighty years old, just give him a few words of advice and it will go in one ear and out the other. There is no need to take it seriously.
Of course, it is impossible to rule out the fact that the old lady would make him kneel down in the ancestral hall and beat him with a stick.
Again, he is of the Ningguo lineage and will be in the fifth service. This point of closeness and distance is very subtle. If you advance, you can join the Jia family, if you retreat, you can establish your own family.
The zeal of a gentleman can be cut off in the fifth life, but similarly, the closeness is far away. After the fifth service, you are basically a stranger.
The clan rules are not that binding on him, otherwise just a verbal confrontation would be frustrating enough.
Of course, he should not be too presumptuous. He should be neither humble nor arrogant towards Jia Mu, understand her with reason and be moved with emotion.
Jia Heng thought about it and realized that there was no omission, so he put out the lantern and went to bed.
There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning.
Jia Heng got up and washed up. He was eating breakfast. He was going to bring some gifts to the Qin family, pay a visit to Qin Ye, and then go to the Wencui Pavilion of the Imperial College to read the book. Again, there is no way he would have made a special trip without him.
Sitting at home, waiting for people from Ning Rong's second house to come.
However, just as Jia Heng finished his bowl of porridge, he heard someone calling from outside.
"Is Uncle Heng at home?"
The servant's call passed over the courtyard wall and fell into the courtyard.
Jia Heng frowned, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, secretly saying that it happened so quickly.
Not long after, an old servant with an old face and several young and strong boys stood under the eaves of the corridor.
It was Lin Zhixiao.
Lin Zhixiao said: "Uncle Heng, what happened last night has alarmed the old lady. I want you to go over and ask questions now."
Jia Heng smiled half-heartedly and said, "So, you sent Manager Lin to come and get me?"
Lin Zhixiao said: "I don't dare, but the old lady heard that Uncle Zhen in Dongfu was beaten by Uncle Heng. He didn't sleep all night last night. Uncle Heng should go and talk about it, and let the old lady comment.
Otherwise, Uncle Zhen will make a fuss again, talk about reporting to the official, and asking the clan elders to discuss matters. If you start making trouble, it will not look good on your face."
Jia Heng smiled and thought to himself, this Lin Zhixiao is really impeccable. Although his words are not threatening, he even considers him in every way, but he cannot point out the consequences overtly or covertly.
Of course, he didn't hide away. It would be useless to let others look down upon him and not talk about it.
"Steward Lin, wait a minute, I'll be back as soon as I can." After saying that, he went to get the sword hanging on the wall.
Lin Zhixiao's eyebrows skipped a beat. He basically restored some of yesterday's details by asking some of the boys.
This uncle Heng was able to split a table several inches thick in half with one sword. He took the sword to see the old lady...
He wanted to ask, but when he met the young man's calm and gloomy eyes, Lin Zhixiao's heart suddenly trembled, and he secretly thought, "Wait until we get to Rongqing Hall before letting him disarm his weapons."
Jia Heng is dressed in a blue robe with a sword hanging from his waist. He has a handsome young face and a face as calm as Xuan Shui. As he walks, his military appearance and military posture as a border policeman in his previous life are reflected in his aura.
Lin Zhixiao glanced at the servants who came with him, and saw that they all had fearful expressions on their faces. He smiled bitterly in his heart and thought to himself, the conflict had just begun. These people he brought were really not good enough.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "Manager Lin, let's go."
Lin Zhixiao responded, then led the way towards Rongguo Mansion.
Entering from the West Corner Gate, passing through the Hanging Flower Gate, and passing through the Chaoshou Verandah, the maids and mothers-in-law on the way all responded with surprised looks.
"That's Uncle Heng. He's the one who beat everyone in Dongfu until their faces were swollen." A maid said, twisting a handkerchief in her hand.
"Early in the morning, Uncle Zhen from Dongfu came here to find the old lady." A maid said in a low voice.
Jia Heng glanced at Jia's house with a faint expression on his face, and said to himself that it was indeed a century-old palace, with pavilions, vermilion eaves and green roofs, flying eaves and brackets, and it was majestic and majestic.
Well, this is his first time entering Rongguo Mansion.