The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 39
"Ouch!" Jia Lian was beaten without even thinking about what he had done wrong.

Jia Zhen came to her senses at this time and knelt on the ground, "Master, this matter has nothing to do with Brother Lian!"

Jia She had been feeling a lot of useless anger in the past few days, but he couldn't find anywhere to vent it. Now he finally found an outlet, and he vented all his anger on Jia Lian.

His son and second-in-law, perhaps it was Jia Lian who instigated his younger brother to act like this.

Jia She thought the master of the board was too gentle, so he kicked the man away, grabbed the board, and hit the board hard and fast. After three or five strikes, Jia Lian turned pale in pain and broke out in cold sweat.

Seeing that something was not going well, Jia Zhen stepped forward and hugged Jia She's legs. After all, he was also his brother who played with him on weekdays. If today's beating fell on Jia Cong, he would just treat it as a spectator, but he shouldn't Let Lian Er suffer disaster.

"When a brother makes a mistake, he not only doesn't blame him, but also takes pleasure in his misfortune. Ask him what he thinks in his heart. Do you think that as a master, I am a good joke?"

Jia Zhen heard this, and knew that Jia She was angry. Lian Er was determined to receive the beating today. It was purely because of Jia Cong, and she became more and more resentful in her heart.

He heard Rong'er say that the child was also a great performer in the school. He was not easy to learn and had his share in everything.

Jia She hit twenty or thirty boards. He was so exhausted that he held his waist and handed the board to the boy, "Twenty more! Beat this prisoner to death!"

The boys didn't dare to make a deadly move. They swung the boards wildly, but they were careful when they went down. Even so, it only added fuel to the fire and rubbed salt into the wound. After playing twenty boards, Jia Lian was already pale and weak.

The boys skillfully carried Jia Lian out of the study, got on the carriage and sent him to Rongguo Mansion, and then used a spring stool to carry him all the way to Sister Feng's yard.

Sister Feng and Heping'er were talking in the room. When they heard that Jia Lian had been beaten, they stood up in shock and went out to greet him at the courtyard door. They were all frightened when they saw Jia Lian in such a mess.

"What's going on?" Sister Feng directed people to carry Jia Lian in.

She held the lamp herself, and Ping'er burst into tears when she saw that the snow-white trousers he wore were covered with blood stains. Knowing that it was Jia Shexia's hand, no one dared to complain.

After taking off the sweat towel and pulling down the pants, they saw that from the buttocks to the shins, they were either blue or purple, trimmed or torn, but there was no benefit at all. The two of them felt extremely distressed and hurriedly took the pills that were commonly used to treat stick sores in the past. Take it out, grind it with wine, and rub it on carefully.

After everything was settled and there was no one else inside or outside the house, Sister Feng asked, "Okay, what's going on here?"

Jia Lian has already lost half his life, and he still has the strength to speak at this time.

Sister Feng called over Jia Lian's boy named Zhao'er and asked him personally.

Zhaoer knelt on the ground and explained the matter in detail, "This matter has nothing to do with me. I just asked me to go over and ask. I asked. When I came back, I happened to meet Uncle Dongfu Zhen. I advised the master to use family methods on Mr. Cong, but I didn’t say a word from the sidelines. Who would have thought that this family method would be used on our master.”

"At that time, the master was so angry that no one dared to come forward to persuade him. Uncle Zhen did try to persuade me a few words, but the master did not listen and the fight became more and more vigorous!"

Sister Feng's face was so angry that she asked Zhao'er to go out. She couldn't even hold the tea, "Tell me, what's going on!"

"For this matter, I can only blame the eldest wife. Why haven't I given the promised monthly money to that house yet?" Ping'er exchanged a cup of tea for Xifeng and said softly.

"I also know that she is taking her anger out on our father! The old lady finally managed to persuade this left-tempered man today and agreed that he would come forward to ask for help. But at this juncture, something like this happened again , I finally understand, our wife, we don’t expect her to do anything, so don’t hold us back, just Amitabha!” “This beating is in vain!”

"The third child is also a good-natured person. Let's see how it ends later!"

Jia Cong also didn't expect that Jia She would beat Jia Lian. When he heard the news from Qingwen, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth and asked, "How was the beating?"

"What else can I do? When did the eldest master beat the second master Lian without beating him to death? I heard that when he was carried out, the second master Lian collapsed on the bench and almost fell off. He couldn't even scream!"

Jia Cong had no feelings for his half-brother. The original person and Jia Lian had almost no intersection in their past lives.

One is the majestic butler of the Rongguo Mansion, who has various resources in his hands. Those distant clansmen who want to make a living, who wouldn't fawn over him?Jia Cong, on the other hand, is an ant huddled in a corner, struggling to survive. Even his distant relatives are more respectable than him and dare to bully him.

"Which song is this?" Jia Cong was dumbfounded.

"Third Master, I heard that today is all thanks to Uncle Zhen!" Qingwen was indeed eloquent and spoke vividly. Her voice was like beads rolling on a jade plate, tinkling, tinkling, dong dong, making the room lively by herself.

"What do you say?" Jia Cong held the book and sat on the kang, with soft eyebrows and eyes. He looked at Qingwen on the ground twisting the sweat towel around her waist with her fingers. She was obviously very nervous, but she was still trying to be strong. She was smiling brightly, showing a bit of intelligence. Come.

In "A Dream of Red Mansions", Zhi Yanzhai commented that "the clear sky is the dark shadow, and the attack is the hairpin pair".

Jia Cong looked at Qingwen at this time. She had a slim waist, slender shoulders, and her eyebrows did look a bit like Lin Daiyu's. The fingernails on the fingers holding up the sweat towel were about an inch long, and there were traces of flower-dyed red on them. .

"My heart is as high as the sky, my body is low, my charisma and cleverness attract people's resentment", this sentence is indeed suitable for her.

"Did you go and ask the maids in front yourself, or did someone take the initiative to pass this news to you?" Jia Cong asked.

Qingwen has a lively personality. She was originally very unwilling to be sent to Jia Cong's place suddenly. But after she came, she saw that the small courtyard was neat and tidy. The third master Cong and the second master Bao were about the same age, but they were very different. They are very different, and there are not many people around them, so they want to be strong even more.

There was a lot of noise in the yard in front, and even the wife was alarmed. Why wouldn't Qingwen want to watch the excitement?

She took the money she had saved, made friends with a housekeeper, and got the news.

"I asked myself!" Qingwen didn't know whether she was wrong or right. She looked at Jia Cong with a pair of seductive eyes, and couldn't help but reveal a bit of innocence.

"Come here!" Jia Cong waved to her. Qingwen was confused and walked over, looking at each other in confusion.

"Stretch out your hand!" Jia Cong ordered.

Qingwen's eyes widened, terrified, but she didn't dare to disobey the order. Suddenly she saw Jia Cong's face turned cold, her eyes filled with tears, and her pursed lips were rouged, and even She Yue was frightened. Standing there, at a loss.

　The first!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)