Chapter 20: Enemy Blood Jiang Tong seemed to be burned, and subconsciously...
On the second floor of a teahouse not far away, Feng Fuliu, who had just finished singing a song, was leaning against the window and cracking melon seeds boredly.
Suddenly he looked around and saw a familiar figure.
Feng Fuliu was startled, threw the melon seeds onto the table, and ran downstairs quickly.
By the time he went downstairs, Su Guanqing had already walked a short distance to the east with the guidance of a kind person.
Feng Fuliu chased after him and grabbed Su Guanqing's arm: "Guanqing!"
When Su Guanqing heard this voice, he was immediately delighted: "Fu Liu? Why are you here?"
"Well, it's Mr. Zhang who likes to listen to my singing. He's having a banquet today and asked me to come out to keep him company. Where's your Miss Jiang? Why did they let you out alone?"
Su Guanqing briefly explained the situation. He took Feng Fuliu's arm and begged, "Fuliu, take me to the government office quickly. If we go too late, I'm afraid something big will happen!"
"How dare I leave? If Mr. Zhang can't find me, I'll be in big trouble."
Su Guanqing came to his senses and said, "I'm sorry, I was anxious. You go back first, I'll go to the government office by myself."
"You, I think you are the one who is confused by the situation! Your Miss Jiang is not an impulsive person at all. I think she is calm and organized in doing things. Even if Mount Tai collapses, she can figure out the whole thing first.
You don't know, that day when I went to the Jiang Mansion to ask for help, when she heard you were in trouble, she didn't even raise an eyebrow, and immediately arranged the rules and regulations perfectly, even her father had no choice but to obey. That posture, she didn't look like a little girl in her teens at all. You think she would kill someone on impulse? I don't believe it.
"Can……"
"Don't worry, if she really wants to kill someone, it's too late for you to go now," Feng Fuliu dragged Su Guanqing towards the teahouse without saying anything. "Look at you, you've been walking for so long and haven't eaten or drunk anything. Come with me in and fill your stomach first. When I'm done with this errand, I'll take you back to the Jiang family."
Don't be fooled by Feng Fuliu's delicate and charming appearance. She used to be a martial artist. She is not someone Su Guanqing's physique can defeat. He dragged her up the stairs in just two or three moves.
Feng Fuliu placed him in the corner of the second floor and asked the waiter to go to the noodle shop next door to buy him a bowl of noodles and a bowl of noodle soup.
Poor Su Guanqing wanted to leave, but Feng Fuliu held his bamboo stick back. He could only sit obediently in the corner, eating his noodles and drinking his soup.
Behind him was the box of Mr. Zhang, Feng Fuliu's husband. Perhaps Feng Fuliu did it on purpose, but the box was not closed tightly, and the voices of people talking inside could be heard.
The environment was noisy and others might not be able to hear clearly, but Su Guanqing had lost his sight and his hearing was sharper than that of ordinary people. He could hear the muffled voices clearly.
"I never thought something like this would happen. Out of nowhere, the fire at the dock would spread to Zuihongfang! I risked my life to get this painting back.
But it was still too late. You don't know, the painting was trampled on and on by people running back and forth, and the liquor was spilled on it, causing sparks to burn it a little. It's a pity that such a good painting was ruined like this."
The person who spoke was simply heartbroken.
"Have you asked anyone to take a look?" asked another person.
"I've asked several calligraphy and painting shops and framing shops in the city, but no one dares to take over."
Su Guanqing had just finished the last mouthful of noodles when he suddenly had a thought.
…
When Jiang Tong received the news sent by Feng Fuliu, he rushed over, but the teahouse was already closed. Su Guanqing was squatting at the door holding his bamboo stick.
In an instant, the breath she had been holding in her throat relaxed, and she felt completely exhausted. She slowed down her pace and walked towards Su Guanqing.
In the setting sun, Su Guanqing was enveloped in a bleak orange-yellow hue, looking like someone's lost puppy, pitiful.
He tilted his ears slightly and listened carefully to the footsteps passing by on the street. Suddenly, his tense expression relaxed and his eyes curved.
"戈戈?"
Jiang Tong walked up to him angrily and pulled him up: "Let's go home."
Su Guanqing whispered, "Tongtong, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again."
"I've been looking for you for the whole afternoon. My mother kept blaming herself at home and even cried in frustration. Go back and apologize to her." Jiang Tong grabbed Su Guanqing's arm and walked forward angrily.
Su Guanqing hurriedly followed her footsteps, his voice lowered a few degrees: "I'm sorry, I overestimated myself. I will never run around again in the future."
Jiang Tong turned her head to look at him. The setting sun had sunk a little deeper, sprinkling sparkling gold powder on his long eyelashes, inexplicably adding a breathtaking beauty to him.
Jiang Tong seemed to be burned, and subconsciously turned his head back, saying sullenly, "Don't blame you, I was too impulsive."
"Then... did you go find Jiang Meng later?"
“No.”
Su Guanqing breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "I knew Tongtong was very smart and wouldn't do such a stupid thing."
"I knew you were here, yet you still chased me out alone!" Jiang Tong seemed to see those stupid apprentices who she had taught countless times but still knowingly did the same thing, and she became angry again.
Su Guanqing immediately admitted his mistake: "I was too concerned at the time and lost my composure. I won't do it again next time."
For some reason, Jiang Tong lost her anger when she saw him standing there getting beaten, and her grip on his arm loosened unconsciously.
Su Guanqing raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked, "Tongtong, can you repair a painting that has been soaked in wine and burned by fire?"
"It depends on how it's burned. There's so much burnt that I don't know what the original painting was about, and I can't pick up the brush. Why are you asking this?"
Su Guanqing then told me what he had heard outside the box.
"Did they tell me what the painting is?" Jiang Tong was concerned.
"It is said to be Ma Yuan's 'Treading Song Picture' from the Song Dynasty."
"Original?" Jiang Tong paused.
Su Guanqing analyzed: "Judging from their tone, if it wasn't the original, they wouldn't be so heartbroken."
"This is a big deal. If you can get it, you'll have enough money to pay for your medicine for half a year," Jiang Tong's eyes sparkled. "Do you know where to find them?"
"No need to look for him. I've already told Fu Liu to recommend him to Manager Zhao. We just need to wait for him to show up."
Jiang Tong took Su Guanqing's arm and walked briskly: "Then let's go back quickly. You haven't taken your medicine today, right? Go home and boil the medicine."
"Yes." Su Guanqing heard the joy in Jiang Tong's tone and became happy too.
…
The next morning, Jiang Tong was still in a unilateral cold war with Jiang Huaishan and refused to eat with her parents. She went into the kitchen and ate steamed buns with Su Guanqing.
While I was chewing, I heard someone knocking on the door outside the courtyard.
"I'll go open the door." Jiang Tong stuffed the half-eaten steamed bun into Su Guanqing's hand and walked out of the kitchen.
When the gate of the courtyard opened, an old man was seen standing outside. As soon as the door opened, he rushed in with a panic-stricken look on his face.
"Who are you?" Jiang Tong stopped him immediately.
"You are Huaishan's daughter, right?" the old man said, "I am your uncle! I am Ah'an's biological father!"
Jiang Tong's face darkened. "What are you doing here? Hasn't Jiang Tong been released?"
"Something happened to Ah Xuan!" The old man stamped his feet anxiously, "Where's your father? I'll tell him!"
"If it's Jiang Tong's business, please don't say a word. Our family has nothing to do with this unfilial son." Jiang Tong said coldly.
"I can't talk to a kid like you! I'm looking for your father!" Jiang Huaiyan pushed Jiang Tong and rushed inside.
Jiang Tong was not prepared for an elder like him to attack her as soon as he said so. Fortunately, she had learned some kung fu and her chassis was more stable than that of ordinary people. She just staggered and took several steps back, thus dissipating the force of the push.
But just as she stopped, her left foot tripped over a bamboo pole, causing her to lose her balance and fall backwards. She thought she was going to fall, but unexpectedly she ran into a warm embrace.
Su Guanqing heard the noise and had just taken two steps out when she kicked him with her bamboo stick and then bumped him. Before he could react, he subconsciously hugged her tightly in his arms.
He had not had such close contact with Jiang Tong since they rode a horse together eight years ago. The current Jiang Tong was completely different from the skinny eight-year-old girl. Su Guanqing hugged her as if he was hugging a light cloud. A faint scent of ink passed through his nose, and he felt as if his whole body was electrified. His ears turned red all of a sudden, and he let go almost immediately.
Su Guanqing heard his own voice asking, "Tongtong, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Jiang Tong stood firm and turned around. Jiang Huaishan had already heard the noise and walked out of the house.
As soon as Jiang Huaiyan saw this distant cousin, he started to cry out, "Huaishan, help me! As soon as Ah Xuan got out of the cell, a group of people took him away! I initially thought he was Ah Xuan's friend, but this morning, this morning..."
He choked up when he said this, took out something wrapped in red cloth from his sleeve pocket, and opened it with trembling hands.
Jiang Tong looked over and her pupils shrank suddenly.
That's not red cloth! That's white cloth stained red with blood!
And what was wrapped in the bloody cloth was actually a severed index finger!
"They said Ah-Lun owed them money, and if he didn't pay it back, they would chop down one tree a day until he paid it back." Jiang Huaiyan said this and burst into tears.
He was actually older than Jiang Huaishan, and his hair had already turned gray. Seeing this elder brother from the same clan like this, Jiang Huaishan felt a sense of sympathy for him.
"How much money does Ah Xuan owe?" Jiang Huaishan asked.
Jiang Huaiyan was about to speak when Jiang Tong interrupted him sharply, "No matter how much money Jiang Tong owes, it's none of our business!"
"A junior like you has no right to speak here!" Jiang Huaiyan scolded.
"When it comes to reason, don't try to use seniority to pressure others!" Jiang Tong replied.
"If a son is not taught well, it's the fault of his father! I was wondering why my son Ah-Hun was such a good child when he was at home, but he picked up so many bad habits in just a few years at your house. Jiang Huaishan, look at your daughter, she actually talks back to her elders! It's you! You taught my son bad things, but after you taught him bad things, are you just going to leave him alone?"
Jiang Huaishan's face looked unhappy. He looked at Zhong Wanci and said, "Go and get those land deeds from yesterday."
Zhong Wanci didn't move, but just stared at Jiang Huaishan in disbelief.
"Are you as ignorant as Jiang Tong?" Jiang Huaishan had been targeted by the three of them in turn, and he had long lost face.
Even if Zhong Wanci was indecisive, she knew what to do at this critical moment. Like a mother rabbit protecting her cubs, she pricked up her ears, her eyes reddened, and said in a trembling voice, "Huaishan, you promised me last night that these land deeds would be left to Tongtong as a dowry!"
"Human lives are at stake right now..." Jiang Huaishan said.
"A life is at stake," Jiang Tong's voice was cold. She stared at Jiang Huaishan, "Dad, have you forgotten that Jiang Ying wanted to sell me and kill you? If we're gone, how can Mom survive? Do you think Jiang Ying will take care of Mom until she dies, or force her to commit suicide?"
These words were like a sharp sword piercing Jiang Huaishan's heart. His face turned pale and he staggered back a step.
Zhong Wanci took a gamble and didn't go to help him.
Jiang Tong just glared at him angrily.
For a moment, Jiang Huaishan felt that he was alone.
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