The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 102 The hatred in my heart
Jia Cong stood up vigorously, and Aunt Zhong also stood up from the kang. She grabbed a pair of scissors in her hand.

"Mother, let me go take a look!" Jia Cong looked calm on his face, but he was extremely upset in his heart. He originally wanted to wait for these two days before talking, but Jia She obviously didn't give him any buffer time.

Jia Cong walked out while thinking about how to escape.

Jia She has no bottom line. He doesn't care about face or anything, and he is not afraid of the pressure coming from the outside. He just wants him to die.

Faced with this situation, if he wants to survive, he must either escape or fight to the death.

But he can't walk either way, and he can't escape. In a desperate fight, Jia She has a large number of people. It's hard for him to defeat his four legs with his fists. He can't always be like last time in the ancestral hall. , there is an imperial edict to save you.

He still has an official status!

Jia Cong breathed a sigh of relief. Today, with his official status, unless Jia She wanted his whole family to be executed, he would not dare to take his life, but he would still be punished.

As long as he can save his life, he will still have time to seek justice in the future.

Seeing that Jia Cong was about to go out, Qingwen and She Yue hurriedly rushed out of the west wing, and each of them pulled Jia Cong on, "Third Master, you know that I am going to beat Third Master, why are you going out to do this?"

Jia Cong pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile, "If the father wants the son to die, the son has to die. If the master wants to beat me, if I don't take the initiative, will I have to trouble the master to come and catch me?"

"Okay, you go in and prepare the sore medicine. I'll be back soon so you can heal me quickly."

Qingwen burst into tears, "Third Master, I heard that Second Master Bao has good trauma medicine. I'll go ask Sister Xiren for some."

"Okay, remember to bring money. Don't ask for things from others for nothing. No, it's not good to bring money. Bring some small gadgets. I buy them for you on weekdays. Go and exchange some for them."

Qingwen wiped away her tears and turned back to her room to get her things. Sheyue looked at him with tears in her eyes and refused to let go.

Jia Cong took her into his arms, "Sister Sheyue, you also know that I don't want to do this today, and I can't help it. Otherwise, why don't you go get a cotton mat and put it on my butt?" Come on, will it feel better when I hit the board later?"

When She Yue heard that it was a good idea, she hurriedly entered the house.

Jia Cong stood in the courtyard in all directions, looking up at that day. Fortunately, he had a tenacious temperament. The more difficult the situation, the more determined he was to refuse to admit defeat. Otherwise, a modern man would not be able to survive in this world of Red Mansions. Having a father like this can make people depressed into depression.

But at this time, he was only thinking about how to attack Duke Rong's mansion. He felt that except for Jia Zheng and the girls, there really wasn't anyone good in this mansion.

From Jia Mu, to Jia She, to the slaves below, everyone deserves to die!

She Yue came quickly, took a thick cotton mat, lifted up the hem of Jia Cong's robe, loosened the sweat towel, and stuffed the mat behind his buttocks.

Jia Cong felt warm and amused at the same time, "Sister Sheyue, if you make such a thick mat, they will still have to take out my inner clothes when they beat me later."

"I don't care, I have to stuff it in for you first!" She Yue said stubbornly while crying.

Jia Cong had no choice but to let him go. If someone really took out his mattress, he would have to remember this "kindness" well in the future.

At the door, the boys were shouting, "This is the backyard. The boys didn't dare to come in directly for the time being. Soon, a few big-bodied and round-waisted women came, their eyes rolled to the sky, "Third Master, I'm here to invite you. Woolen cloth!"

Jia She was a lunatic. He fooled around with his concubines in the house all day long. He was not good at being an official. His health was not well maintained. He often beat his son. In the book "A Dream of Red Mansions", Jia Lian was recorded being beaten, but I don't know if there were any. How many times.

In the book, Jia Cong appeared several times before, but then disappeared. I wonder if he was beaten to death by Jia She?

Jia Cong politely said to the ladies, "Grandma, since the master wants to beat me to death, my life is given by the master. If the master wants it, just take it. I don't dare to trouble the ladies!"

Jia Cong is so humble, and the wives are not hard-hearted people. Seeing Jia Cong's beautiful appearance, and thinking of the fierce look of the master who wants to eat the third master, he can't help but feel pity for the third master.

"Third Master, let's go first. The ladies are also following orders. Since Third Master is so respectful, the slaves will not embarrass Third Master!"

"Thank you so much, mamas!" Jia Cong looked grateful and hurriedly turned around and walked ahead.

Aunt Zhong stood under the eaves of the corridor and watched the women taking her son out. Her nose felt sour, but she quickly forced back the tears and turned around and entered the house, "Huaping, help me dress up!"

Huaping was crying for the third master. Hearing this, he was surprised, "Auntie, what are you going to do at this time?"

"I'm going to see the master. After so many years, it's time!" Mrs. Zhong sat in front of the mirror, closed her eyes, opened them again, looked at herself in the mirror, and said calmly, "make up a little more colorful!"

Huaping didn't think much about it, thinking that her aunt had figured it out, and hurriedly said, "My aunt's skin color and appearance, if she goes out, she will be no worse than anyone else. If only my aunt didn't go against the master before, it would be fine."

"Yes, I don't lie down, and the third master has suffered a lot and suffered a lot with me. When he didn't eat, he cried like a kitten in my arms and shivered from the cold. Speaking of which, He is also the grandson of Lord Rongguo's son Ba Jing. He has the same status as Mr. Huan, but he is not even as good as a servant in this mansion. "

Mrs. Zhong laughed at herself, "To be honest, it's all my fault. I'm not even as good as Aunt Zhao!"

Huaping suddenly felt sorry for Aunt Zhong. No one would be able to marry a beast who robbed her and ruined her family. With tears in her eyes, she slowly helped Aunt Zhong comb her hair. She was so dexterous that she was unprecedented. The ground gave Aunt Zhong a flying bun.

Aunt Zhong picked out a green hairpin from her makeup box, inserted it in, looked at it in front of the mirror, picked out a little rouge and put it on her lips.

She changed her clothes, held the scissors in her hand, and stepped out of the courtyard door.

Jia Cong has been pressed on the bench, his pants have been taken off, leaving only a small piece of clothing sticking to his flesh. Every time he is spanked, it is directly on the buttocks. Jia Cong bites a strand of hair tightly, and his soul is out of body. Usually, by the end, I don’t even feel the pain anymore.

Aunt Zhong came out, and the ladies didn't dare to stop her when they saw her heavily made-up look, for fear that she would fall in love with her again, and they all knew that she must be here for their son.

Today, Mrs. So angry!"

Mrs. Xing walked up to Jia She and reached out to touch Jia She's chest, "Master, it's not worth getting angry over such a thing. I'm so angry that I'm so angry."

Jia She pointed at Jia Cong and still shouted, "Hit me, beat me to death!"

"master!"

Aunt Zhong walked over quickly and glanced at her son. There were some blood stains on the white knee pants, and the thick cotton mat was thrown to the ground.

She was heartbroken and filled with guilt.

If she hadn't been ill-fated, her mother would not have died, and neither would her father. She had raised such a good son, but she would not have had such a father.

Jia She had not seen Aunt Zhong for seven or eight years. He only thought that Mrs. Zhong was dead. Suddenly he saw her, just like in his memory. However, the youthfulness between her eyebrows was no longer there. It was replaced by a touch of tenacity, which made it even more attractive.

The fair skin, picturesque eyebrows, and graceful figure reminded Jia She of the past, the stimulation that her struggle and resistance brought to him.

Mrs. Zhong appeared, and the cane dropped by the young man suddenly became lighter. Mrs. Zhong burst into tears, glanced at the young man, and cried, "Master, what mistake did Cong'er make? If you want to beat me, just beat me. !”

As she spoke, she came towards Jia She.

Jia She stood there in a daze, looking at Mr. Zhong helplessly, his expression changing from surprise to aftertaste to obsession.

Mrs. Zhong came over step by step and cried, "Master, are you still unwilling to let Cong'er go?"

Jia She's heart moved and he raised his hand, "Let go of Third Master!"

When Jia Cong saw his mother in this state, he screamed in his heart. He quickly stood up and put on his pants. The pain in his butt made him grin.

Fortunately, Jia She had just moved a few boards. He was a man who had been drained by alcohol and sex, so he didn't have much strength. The boys were ruthless, but Zhong arrived in time, so his injuries were not serious.

"Master, when you robbed me, my mother died, my father's future was gone, and his life was also lost. Cong'er is your flesh and blood after all. How have you treated him these years?"

"He was born to me in ten months of pregnancy. He is also a member of the Jia family. He is the grandson of Rong Guogong. How did the master treat him? The eldest wife despised him, and the master never regarded him as his own son. No. ?"

Jia She was forced to step back by her rosy face. Mrs. Xing always felt that something was strange. When she saw the scissors hidden in Zhong's sleeves, she screamed, "Master, be careful!" Zhong had already taken it out. After taking out the scissors, a face that was originally so bright showed a rare ferocity. She stabbed the scissors hard at Jia She's chest. Jia She ducked instinctively. Although it was a little off, the scissors still penetrated deeply. Plunged into the ground.

Jia She couldn't get it, so she grunted and instinctively pushed Zhong. Zhong suddenly pulled out the scissors, raised them above her head and plunged them into Jia She's chest again.

"Come quickly, save the master!" Mrs. Xing was jumping anxiously at the side.

Zhong grabbed the handle of the scissors and plunged it in hard. Jia She held her hand with both hands and pushed her out. However, her legs weakened and she fell weakly to the ground.

Zhong was still holding the scissors in her hand, and there were two holes in Jia She's chest, and blood was pouring out.

She only wanted to relieve her hatred, but she also felt unwilling to do so. When she saw that Jia She's face was pale and he was breathing out more than he was breathing in, she turned around, raised her eyes and looked at Mr. Xing.

Ms. Xing was so shocked that she was dumbfounded. Someone had cast a restraining spell on her body. When her eyes met Mr. Zhong's, she was so frightened that she trembled all over.

Mrs. Zhong was already furious, thinking of Mrs. Xing's usual meanness to her mother and son. She almost starved her son to death several times and let the evil slaves beat her son to death, so she pounced on him.

"Help, help, beat her to death, beat her to death!"

Mrs. Zhong was a housewife with a lonely and courageous character. She rushed over and knocked Mr. Xing down, and stabbed Mr. Xing directly in the face with the scissors in her hand.

"Ah!" Ms. Xing felt extremely painful. She raised her hand and wiped away the blood on her hand. She was in pain and frightened, and let out a shrill cry that went straight into the sky.

The boys were all stunned. It had been peaceful for a long time. Who would have thought that someone would kill someone like this under their noses.

They wanted to step forward, but Mrs. Zhong was a female family member, and there was no master to speak here, not even a steward. They cowered and hesitated, and finally missed the opportunity.

Finally, several women gathered around, and Ms. Zhong waved the scissors in her hand, "Don't come over here. I will kill anyone who comes over!"

Jia Cong took a step forward, stopped in front of the women, and shouted with tears in his eyes, "Mother!"

He knew that neither Jia She nor Xing was dead, but even so, his mother would not survive.

"Cong'er, listen to mother, today's incident has nothing to do with you. Jia She forced my mother to death and killed my father. For so many years, I have wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood. .”

"You bitch!" Jia She was furious.

When Jia Cong heard this, he knew that his mother's scissors did not kill Jia She. Whether he could survive depends solely on the medical skills of this era.

To be on the safe side, he scolded the boys with tears in his eyes, "Bring the master into the study quickly and call for the doctor!"

He casually named four people. Those four people were confused. They swarmed up, pulling his arms, lifting his legs, and pulled Jia She up. The blood spread from the courtyard to the study, and there was a smell of blood along the way. Son.

Seeing this, Ms. Zhong smiled with tears in her eyes. She glanced at Mrs. Xing. A big hole was poked in her face by the scissors. When she pulled it down, her face was also destroyed. She would never see it again from now on. People.

Jia Cong saw the determination in Zhong's eyes and the deep nostalgia in his eyes. His tears rolled down and he knelt down, "Mother, don't abandon the child. Let the child go to the palace and use this fame and all the child's possessions in exchange for the emperor." A grace!”

He wanted to tell the emperor that he had many abilities and could develop things useful for military and national defense, social economy, and industrial development, all in exchange for his mother's life.

"Silly boy, you have achieved what you have today. You no longer have to worry about your mother. In this backyard, how can you enjoy life and fear death?" She held the scissors in both hands and stabbed them into her heart. "Mother will never I will let myself become my son’s bondage, and I won’t let anyone use myself to threaten my son!”

Blood flowed from the corner of her lips, and she looked at her son with her eyes, "From now on, my son can fly far away, and there is nothing... nothing to hold my son back!"

She threw herself to the ground.

"mother!"

Jia Cong rushed over and hugged Zhong, tears rolling down his face.

When Jia Zheng and others came after hearing the news, what they saw was this scene in the yard.

The mothers-in-law were helpless beside them. Mrs. Xing was lying on the ground and had fainted. Mrs. Zhong was lying in Jia Cong's arms. She was still breathing. She raised her hand to touch her son's cheek, but in the end... she was powerless. , let go and go west.

Zhong died peacefully in her son's arms.

She had already lived enough. If she hadn't been unable to let go of her son, she would have done what she did today.

She had thought about today's scene hundreds of thousands of times in her mind, thinking again and again about how she could kill Jia She with one blow. Unfortunately, she didn't have a good weapon in her hand.

She was only worried about her son, but now she can't let him go without her. She has long become a burden to her son.

Her son is a promising man, has an official status, and has such two powerful masters. Among the Jia family, only Jia She is a man who is not stingy. The head of the Duke of Rongguo is a man who cherishes his life and cherishes his blessings. Even if they are born again He was so angry that he didn't dare to do anything to Cong'er.

Jia She, on the other hand, will become a monster as long as he does not die.

Incidentally, he is Cong'er's biological father, and he has great righteousness. Even if Cong'er goes to Ningguo Duke's mansion to inherit the title, if something happens to him, Cong'er will still have to be filial to him. This kind of person is also a shameless person. There is no reason to drag Cong'er down.

The son said that he would find a way to take her out, but the more outstanding her son was, the more the old lady Jia She would not let her go. She was the thread that tied her son. The son was tied, and the other end was pulled into the hands of Duke Rongguo.

She doesn't want this!
"Mom!" Jia Cong didn't understand his mother's good intentions, but he couldn't bear the pain of losing his mother. He had been here for less than half a year, but he already regarded Mrs. Zhong as his biological mother.

After experiencing this mother's love, he gradually felt a sense of belonging in the world of Red Mansions. He also thought about how to repay her in the future. He often thought in his heart that there is no love more profound than mother's love in this world.

At this moment, he realized that a mother's love could be so selfless, even risking her own life.

What his mother said before she died was that she clearly didn't want to involve him at all, and left him out completely, leaving no trace for anyone in the Duke of Rong's government.

Jia Cong knelt on the ground and held Zhong's gradually cold body in his arms. Mrs. Xing had been carried away, and the imperial doctor had also entered the house and was treating Jia She and Mrs. Xing.

No one paid attention to Jia Cong, as if the mother and son were invisible.

"Auntie!"

The painting screen ran out, and she knelt down. Looking at Mrs. Zhong's pale face, she felt regretful. She should have expected that her aunt was not the kind of person who had to endure hardships. In the past, she had died of cold and hunger many times, but she had never suffered the slightest loss. Tempted, do not beg for food or clothing from the Jia family.

Today, how can my aunt be willing to humble herself?
She should have expected it!
"Oooh, aunt!" Huaping held Jia Cong's hand and cried, "I should have thought of it earlier. I should have thought that my aunt had a death wish, and I should have stopped her."

Jia Cong shook his head. Huaping can stop today, but not tomorrow. His mother is a brave and resourceful person. No one can stop what she is determined to do.

His mother probably didn't want to stay under the dirty lintel of the Jia family for a moment.

He stood up, hugged Mrs. Zhong, and walked out the door. He wanted to put his mother in the house he rented, give her a decent funeral, and show her that he had the ability to protect himself. There is no need to worry about him in the future.

"stop!"

Jia Mu's stern voice came from behind.

Although Jia She did not die and saved his life, his lungs were injured. Even if he survived the difficulty, he would be a cripple in the future. He could not even walk fast, let alone bear heavy loads, such as the imperial concubine's physical work.

"You can leave if you want, just keep her!" Jia Mu hated Mrs. Zhong so much. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Zhong, the Duke would not have left so quickly. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Zhong, the boss would not have become notorious.

Eight years have passed, and now, the boss has almost lost his life for this bitch.

Jia Cong turned around and stared at Jia Mu with a pair of red eyes, "Why does the old lady want to keep my mother? Is it possible that the Jia family also plans to whip the corpse?"

To this day, only two people in the Jia family have been injured. A total of three people in my mother's family have died. My maternal grandparents and my mother are all gone. The old lady is indeed a first-class lady. She has such great courage. She wants to kill everyone. Will this dead man be able to relieve the hatred in his heart by whipping his corpse? "

(End of this chapter)