The carriage suddenly stopped, and Jiang Sheng curiously peeked out, only to see an older brother she didn't quite recognize.
To be precise, it was his cousin, Jiang Chengfeng.
He pushed Jiang San aside, brushed off the dust, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just saw you guys were in a dilemma here, and I wanted to ask if there's anything I can help you with?"
"When my older brother left, he told me to take good care of you all."
Jiang Chengfeng didn't consider himself a gentleman, but he had to keep his promise. He wanted to be worthy of Jiang Chengyuan and the brotherhood they had built over a decade.
Chang Yan pursed his lips, pondering repeatedly.
Personally, he didn't want more people to see his elder brother's predicament.
In reality, it's better for Jiang Chengfeng to help than for someone else he doesn't know well.
After a long pause, he nodded. "Alright, then I'll trouble you, Young Master Jiang."
The Jiang family's carriage was abandoned in a corner. Jiang Chengfeng got into the same carriage with them and rushed to Baihualou as quickly as possible.
As darkness fell, bright red lanterns were hung high, the sounds of women singing could be heard everywhere, and the fragrance of cosmetics was so strong that it made people want to sneeze.
The back door is relatively quieter, but people still walk back and forth.
"You two wait here for our eldest brother to come out," Chang Yan instructed Jiang Sheng and Wen Zhiyun. "Don't wander around. If anyone sees you, just say you're lost, understand?"
“I know,” Jiang Sheng said familiarly. “There won’t be anyone here, and even if there are, they’ll all be drunks.”
Changyan didn't say anything, but simply rubbed his sister's head, then turned and got out of the car.
It wasn't difficult for them to climb over the wall, and finding Jiang Si was also easy.
From the back window of the third room on the second floor, Chang Yan poked a hole in the window paper with his saliva and saw Xu Mo lying on the bed with two young girls sitting next to him, dozing off.
"Fifth Young Master, we can use a feint to lure the two girls out," Jiang San said in a low voice. "Then we can quietly take the eldest young master away without alerting anyone."
Chang Yan nodded.
Jiang Si immediately stood up and threw a pebble towards the doorway.
The sleepy girl was startled and got up to check, only to find new noises ahead. Unbeknownst to her, she had moved away from the room.
It was at this moment.
Jiang San pried open the doors and windows, went over to check Xu Mo's breathing, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he picked him up horizontally, disguised the quilt as if he were asleep, and finally climbed back through the window.
What should have been a simple action became difficult because of carrying someone on one's back.
Just then, a girl's voice came from outside, as if she had realized something was wrong and wanted to come back.
Jiang San was extremely anxious; the more he tried to climb out the window, the less he could.
Just as the two girls were about to stumble upon them, Jiang Chengfeng suddenly jumped inside, used his shoulder as a stepping stone, and helped Jiang San climb over the window. Then he took out a prepared rope and pulled on it from inside, supporting Jiang San as he slid down to the ground.
This is the back window, right next to the backyard and the back door.
The moment Jiang Sanshuang's feet touched the ground, Xu Mo was safe.
It was at this moment that Yingying and Yanyan pushed open the door, their perfume-scented scent wafting out, accompanied by various complaints.
"Who is this, littering?"
"It's such a hassle in the middle of the night. I'm stuck here guarding some idiot, and I'm getting scared."
They were opening and closing the door, and hadn't looked over yet.
Jiang Chengfeng frantically pulled up the rope and gestured for Chang Yan to hurry up and leave before they were caught.
They did this so quietly for Xu Mo's reputation; they couldn't let their efforts go to waste.
As for the second young master of the Jiang family, he was originally a good-for-nothing playboy, so it didn't matter if his reputation was a little worse.
Jiang Chengfeng had already made up his mind: he would go home and face his mother's weeping complaints and his father's whip.
Unexpectedly, Changyan extended his hand to him, "Let's go together."
We came together, and we'll leave together.
As if by some strange twist of fate, Jiang Chengfeng also reached out his hand. With the boy pulling with all his might, he flipped in the air and hid himself in the instant the girls turned their heads to look at him.
"Why didn't you close the window?" a girl complained coquettishly, coming over to close it herself.
Silence soon returned to the interior.
Jiang Chengfeng and Chang Yan stood neatly against the window frame, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Thank you to the bricklayer for liking the flying eaves, thank you that the second floor isn't very high, and thank you to the birds for being insensitive to sound.
They landed safely, climbed over the back door, and found their own little carriage.
Xu Mo had already lay down comfortably, and Wen Zhiyun was taking his pulse beside him. After a long while, she said, "He was knocked unconscious."
I really don't know how hard a beating their elder brother was endured, or how he was secretly brought to the brothel, where he was targeted to have his reputation and honor ruined.
While justice resides in the hearts of the people, if you step in poop, people won't blame the poop, but rather the shoe for being unable to avoid it.
There is no such thing as absolute innocence.
"The Fang family is truly despicable," Jiang San muttered from the side. "They're going to completely ruin the eldest young master."
Is it worth it for a mere imperial examination?
“The daughters of noble families are as precious as gold, while ordinary people are as insignificant as ants. There is no question of whether it is worth it or not; it is only a matter of whether the Fang family lends a hand.” Chang Yan lowered his eyelashes. “They don’t even need to make arrangements themselves; they only need to let the wind out, and countless families will offer their help.”
Momentum is a strange thing.
The more you have now, the more you will have in the future.
If you don't have it to begin with, even if you try your best, you'll only get a little bit.
Like Xu Mo, who was the top student in the imperial examinations from the first level to the second, his score was always taken by someone else, so he tried his best to get a second chance.
Just as Jiang Chengyuan wished, after abandoning military affairs for civil service, he then abandoned civil service for military service again. As long as he doesn't die, his position as general is a sure thing.
The power that comes with status, the wealth one is born with, and the prestige and connections accumulated by one's ancestors are all things that ordinary people can only dream of.
Perhaps a chosen one will be able to break through this barrier and become an existence on par with the aristocratic families.
But thinking about it carefully, if he had been born into a prominent family and had a solid foundation, his achievements would have been immeasurable.
It may be like a dragon soaring across the four seas, or like a phoenix dancing in the nine heavens.
However, in reality, most of the chosen ones are ordinary people, and many scions of wealthy families lack ambition.
What is readily available is despised, and what is struggled for is targeted.
Who can understand the hardships involved?
In the darkness, the carriage sped along, the jolting and shaking the person lying down, causing his eyelashes to tremble as if he were struggling to wake up.
Those who were also seated were stunned, their heads bowed, unable to recover for a long time.
When people from ordinary backgrounds work so hard for their future, what reason do those who are already halfway up the mountain have not to work hard, and what reason do they have to continue being lazy and irresponsible spoiled brats?
Jiang Chengfeng thought of his elder brother who had gone to the northern frontier, his uncle who was fighting in the war, his father who was busy with official duties until late at night, and the comments that the Jiang family's glory would end with the generation of Cheng.
He suddenly understood Jiang Chengyuan's decision to go to the battlefield.
I also have a vague idea of what I should do.
Jiang Chengfeng lowered his eyes and carefully observed Xu Mo, this proud son of the emperor from an ordinary background. Suddenly, Xu Mo opened his eyes, and the two stared at each other intently.
"Big brother is awake!"
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