Chapter 81: Boundless Hate He knows, I don’t blame him for hating me…

Su Guanqing was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of pain that was hard to hide in his eyes.

Only then did Zhao Quesheng remember his master's hand injury. He secretly regretted his recklessness and lowered his head to look at his toes without saying a word.

Jiang Tong felt a pang of pain in her heart. She walked over and was about to take the brush away gently, but Su Guanqing held her hand.

Jiang Tong looked up in surprise.

Su Guanqing held her hand, looked into her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tongtong, I want to have my bones re-set."

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Breaking the twisted and healed bones and reconnecting them was tantamount to another form of torture. But this time, Su Guanqing didn't hesitate at all.

His hands were once again fixed with wooden sticks, and he needed someone to take care of him when eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

Now that Feng Fuliu is gone, Jiang Tong chooses to take care of Su Guanqing personally.

Jiang Huaishan and Zhong Wanci, contrary to their usual behavior, raised no objections. The only one who objected was Su Guanqing himself.

He finally got over the pain and drowsiness of the past few days and was able to sit up. For his first meal, he refused to be fed by Jiang Tong.

Jiang Tong glared at him while holding the bowl of rice: "If I don't feed you, how are you going to eat? Are you trying to act like a puppy?"

Su Guanqing looked away, refusing to meet her gaze: "It's not like we don't have servants at home. You can just call anyone over."

"I'm not used to having servants around when I eat," Jiang Tong said.

"Actually, you can eat with your uncle and aunt." Su Guanqing lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

Zhao Quesheng standing by also lowered his head, not daring to breathe.

However, Jiang Tong was not angry. Perhaps because Su Guanqing was still recovering from his injuries, she went along with him and went outside to call a servant to feed him.

But Su Guanqing's problem seemed to be getting worse.

The next day, Jiang Tong came over and wanted to help him dress and tie his belt, but Su Guanqing refused to ask her for help and only wanted to ask the servant to come.

At this point, no matter how slow Jiang Tong was, he realized that something was wrong.

She drove the servants out, closed the door, and looked down at Su Guanqing condescendingly.

"Su Guanqing, what's wrong with you?"

Su Guanqing wanted to get up, but Jiang Tong slapped him back onto the bed.

"I'm fine." Su Guanqing simply didn't look at Jiang Tong, lowered his head and hummed softly.

"You still say it's nothing? You think I can't see it? Are you hiding from me?"

"Tongtong, I just think that men and women shouldn't touch each other. We let it go on the mountain before, but here there are so many people around, and my uncle and aunt are watching us, so we still have to be careful." Su Guanqing said.

"If you really think so, why can't you look at me and say it?" Jiang Tong crossed her arms and glared at him in dissatisfaction, "Su Guanqing, you are lying."

Seeing that Su Guanqing refused to look up, she reached out and forcibly lifted his chin: "I want you to tell the truth. What's wrong with you? Are you angry with me because I did something wrong? Or did my parents say something to you in private again, asking you to stay away from me?"

Su Guanqing hurriedly shook his head: "No, I'm not angry with you, and my uncle and aunt didn't say anything."

"Then what's wrong with you?" Jiang Tong pinched Su Guanqing's palm in dissatisfaction, "Why don't you want me to take care of you? Do you dislike my care? I know I'm not good at taking care of people. If I did something wrong, you can tell me directly. What's the matter with driving me away?"

She pinched the other person's cheek and made a face for him. She felt that she didn't use too much force, but Su Guanqing frowned and showed a very painful expression.

Jiang Tong was so frightened that she let go immediately: "Did I hurt you?"

Su Guanqing shook his head, but the pain on his face did not dissipate. "Tongtong, you have taken good care of me. You have been very good to me in this life. But your hands should be repairing the "Lanting Preface" and continuing the painting of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". You shouldn't be doing these trivial things."

"But I am willing to take care of you. Don't you want me to take care of you?"

Su Guanqing still didn't look at her: "I don't want to."

Jiang Tong immediately felt like her kindness was being taken for granted. She took a step back and said, "Okay, you said it! Don't come begging me later!"

Seeing Jiang Tong walk out angrily, Su Guanqing instinctively wanted to give in and apologize, but when the words came to his lips, he just moved his lips and no sound came out.

Jiang Tong walked out of the door and paused for a moment. Seeing that Su Guanqing did not call him, his face became completely gloomy and he closed the door with a bang.

During the entire period of Su Guanqing's recovery, he did not take the initiative to seek help from Jiang Tong.

Jiang Tong didn't care about him anymore.

Ever since Su Guanqing was able to walk again, he still went to the study every day to watch Jiang Tong repair his paintings and give lectures, and he would also give lectures to Zhao Quesheng as usual.

Everything seemed normal, except that Jiang Tong and Su Guanqing were silent, even if they had something to say—

"Quesheng, go ask your master to critique the painting you copied."

"Yes," Zhao Quesheng agreed, and then looked at Su Guanqing who was sitting next to him, "Master?"

"What's the matter?" Su Guanqing seemed to have not heard Jiang Tong's words at all.

Zhao Quesheng had no choice but to repeat Jiang Tong's words: "Master, can you help me take a look at this painting?"

Su Guanqing nodded gently and really helped her look.

He commented as he looked at it: "...Hey, your stroke is too clumsy. Look at Chen Rong's painting here, it's very free and easy. It must have been done in one stroke..."

As he spoke, he saw Zhao Quesheng's confused face, so he said, "You can ask your teacher to show you a demonstration."

Zhao Quesheng had no choice but to turn to Jiang Tong and ask, "Teacher?"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Tong's expression was cold.

"Hey," Zhao Quesheng had no choice but to hold the painting and bring it to Jiang Tong, "Teacher, can you show me how to do this stroke?"

"Look." Jiang Tong stood up, picked up the brush and wrote in one go.

Zhao Quesheng was practically in tears. In the past, when Jiang Tong demonstrated, Su Guanqing would explain the key points simultaneously. But now, her master wouldn't even look in her direction! And the teacher was drawing too fast, so she couldn't grasp the essence of the painting at all!

Looking at Jiang Tong's gloomy face, she didn't dare ask Jiang Tong to demonstrate again.

The little girl had never felt so miserable even when she was running a shop on her own. She looked at Jiang Tong, then at Su Guanqing, and cried, "Teacher, Master, can you please stop arguing?"

"Who wants to quarrel with him?"

"When have we ever quarreled?"

The two said in unison.

The little girl whimpered, this life has never been better!

Such days did not last long. Soon it was time for the court to grant patronage to guests, and Su Guanqing went to take the exam.

He had participated in the provincial examination and the metropolitan examination in those days, so this time he naturally took part in the palace examination directly.

On the day of the exam, he was not in the study, but the atmosphere in the study was not relaxed at all.

Jiang Tong had a gloomy face from morning till night, which scared Xiao Quesheng so much that he tucked his tail between his legs and didn't dare to be careless at all, for fear of being caught with any mistakes.

It was at this time that Aqiao came.

A Qiao went in and out of the Jiang family as if it were her own home, so no one informed her and she went straight to the study.

Standing at the door and seeing Zhao Quesheng's silent appearance, Commander Qiao couldn't help but laugh.

In her previous life, all of Jiang Taidou's apprentices were like this in front of her.

For a moment, Aqiao actually missed the past.

She walked in and said to Jiang Tong, "Your face is so dark, are you worried about Guan Qing's exam?"

"Who's worried about him? Whether he does well in the exam or not, it has nothing to do with me." Jiang Tong said.

Ah Qiao knew Jiang Tong was saying one thing and thinking another, so she walked in with her hands behind her back, "The list will be released in three days, but the result has actually been decided today."

Jiang Tong dealt with the incomplete painting in his hand with a serious face and said nothing.

Zhao Quesheng couldn't hold back any longer: "Aunt Qiao, what place did my master take?"

Aqiao held up a finger.

"First place!" Zhao Quesheng's little eyes flashed with light.

"I've heard of Master Yuequan's talent for a long time. I never thought he was not only good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but also good at writing."

"Have you seen his article?" Jiang Tong looked up at her.

Ah Qiao touched the tip of his nose and said, "I don't quite understand it. I heard what the ministers said."

"Aunt Qiao, is my master really the top scholar?" Zhao Quesheng asked.

"Of course," Ah Qiao patted Zhao Quesheng's head and said with a smile, "You are the disciple of the top scholar. If you tell others about this, you will be very proud."

Zhao Quesheng nodded continuously and almost jumped up with joy. However, when she turned her head to look at Jiang Tong, she didn't dare to laugh.

"Guan Qing got the top score in the imperial examination, so why aren't you happy?" A Qiao walked over to Jiang Tong. "Why, are you afraid that he'll forget about you once he becomes successful?"

"Of course not," Jiang Tong put down the brush in her hand. "I don't know what's wrong with him lately. He's deliberately distancing himself from me."

Ah Qiao raised his eyebrows, as if remembering something, and showed a thoughtful expression. Suddenly he said to Jiang Tong, "Come here."

Seeing that she had something to say, Jiang Tong told Zhao Quesheng to copy the painting well, then followed her out. The two of them came to the backyard and talked while walking.

A Qiao talked about the last time they met, and Su Guanqing asked about her.

"Didn't you tell him that?"

"Why would I tell him this?" Jiang Tong was stunned.

Jiang Tong thought about it carefully and said, "Come to think of it, it was around that time that Guan Qing's attitude towards me became strange."

"I thought his expression was not right. He didn't look happy at all." A Qiao recalled the situation at that time.

Jiang Tong's heart sank. "So, he must have known that I was the one who killed him in his previous life."

She was a little discouraged: "He must be blaming me. I knew it would kill him, but I kept coming to him again and again."

"I think since Guan Qing is willing to die for you, he may not blame you for this reason." A Qiao comforted.

Jiang Tong shook his head. "Back then, I was in the game, pushed step by step into that situation. I didn't have time to think about it, but looking back on it later, it's inevitable that I feel resentment. No wonder he said that I was good to him in this life, but it was only for this life. I'm afraid he can't let go of the things in the previous life. No wonder Guan Qing, who has always had a gentle temper, was so tough this time to distance himself from me."

"Don't worry, there might be some room for maneuver."

"How can we turn things around? If he didn't remember anything about his past life, we would naturally be fine, but he does remember it! He remembers that I killed him, and he also remembers how I used him back then... He won't forgive me." Jiang Tong was overcome with grief. She suddenly stopped and covered her face with her hands.

"Atong..." Aqiao was at a loss for a moment and didn't know how to comfort her.

"It's okay." After a while, Jiang Tong put down her hand, her expression back to normal. "In fact, all my wishes in this life have been fulfilled. Guan Qing's life will get better and better in the future. Even without me, it doesn't matter. I have fulfilled my wish. People should not be too greedy."

She had a relieved expression, but Qiao clearly saw a flash of tears in her eyes.