Chapter 104: New Grudges and Old Accounts
"You just want to marry a young lady from the Red Mansion. Is it necessary to beat me so hard that my skin is torn and I can't get out of bed?"
Fan Wenchang walked through the streets holding a fan.
However, after not going out for more than a month, the outside world seemed to have changed.
Since that day when Fan Wenchang threatened Fan Shan with the issue of the imperial examination, he was beaten severely and could not get out of bed for more than half a month.
Local students who came from poor but ambitious backgrounds had already gone to the imperial capital to take the imperial examinations.
Only the useless young master of the Fan family either skips classes or hangs out in brothels.
For the sake of a woman from the Red Mansion, he did not hesitate to swear on the imperial examination, and threatened that if he was not allowed to take her as his concubine, he would ruin the Fan family's imperial examination path in his hands.
When these words were spoken, Fan Shan was furious. Even though Feng came forward to stop him, he was unable to stop him from beating Fan Wenchang until he cried for his parents.
Fan Wenchang had been spoiled since childhood. After being beaten this time, he simply stopped going to school and lay in bed all day to irritate his father.
A few days ago, he heard that the Su family's embroidery room had established contact with the Consulate General and took on orders for winter materials for hundreds of thousands of soldiers. His cowardly father locked him up for a few days, fearing that he would go out and cause trouble.
But he recently heard that the Su Family Food House was burned down. How could he not come and see the excitement?
Besides, he also wanted to see whether the fool really spoke as rumored by outsiders.
In front of Shixianglou
Su Shengsheng was holding a blueprint and communicating in detail with the craftsmen about the depth of the foundation and the reserved land in front.
Suddenly, Fan Wenchang came over with a few servants, looking arrogant.
She quickly handed the blueprint to the craftsman and asked him to get back to work, then turned to look at Ning Jie, whose eyes were suddenly filled with anger.
Seeing his reaction, Su Shengsheng thought about it and didn't move.
After Fan Wenchang approached, he glanced at Ning Jie with a sarcastic smile on his face, "I heard you can speak now?"
Before the smile on his face could spread, Ning Jie flashed and slashed at his throat like an enraged beast.
Then, while his eyes were blacking out, he raised his leg and hit him on the forehead.
These two moves were performed in one go, knocking Fan Wenchang straight to the ground unconscious.
The servants behind him were so stunned that they didn't even have time to react.
Not to mention them, even Su Shengsheng was shocked by Ning Jie's smooth and natural movements.
When did this kid become so powerful?
And her question soon had an answer.
The servant behind Fan Wenchang saw his master being knocked unconscious. When he rushed forward, the woman behind Ning Jie moved.
Although she was also a weakened woman, she was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, and she knocked those people to the ground with just her palms.
This series of movements was so smooth that even Bao Er couldn't help but admire it, "What a beautiful skill, young lady!"
Fan Wenchang was hit hard on the throat and forehead, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were dizzy and his ears were buzzing.
Before he could come to his senses, Ning Jie dragged him like a dead dog into the dirty water mixed with mud.
Ning Jie didn't care whether he was awake or not and pushed his head in directly.
"Ululu...Ululu..."
Fan Wenchang instinctively struggled in the water, but Ning Jie held his head down tightly. He could not make a sound and could only slap the ground wildly.
Su Shengsheng opened her eyes a little with her fingers, then covered them again and couldn't help but hiss.
It seems that new grudges and old accounts will be settled together this time.
Although Ning Jie was taught by her, the bloodiness in him was exactly the same as that of Duke Ning.
Seeing his extremely violent appearance, Su Shengsheng couldn't help but worry that he would really cause a death.
Even if Fan Wenchang was a bastard, there were still laws in this dynasty.
She didn't want Ning Jie to kill anyone and end up in jail for the best years of his life.
Seeing that Fan Wenchang had quieted down, Su Shengsheng had no choice but to speak, "Ning Jie!"
As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw a subtle cruelty and gloom in the look Ning Jie gave her.
That look seemed to contain endless anger and resentment that could erupt at any time.
His eyes made Su Shengsheng feel an invisible oppression, as if telling of the hidden complexity and uneasiness in his heart.
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back involuntarily.
But when she saw that Fan Wenchang was no longer moving, she couldn't help feeling a little panicked.
She didn't want to irritate Ning Jie by pleading for Fan Wenchang, but she couldn't bear to see him act so recklessly and take someone's life in the street.
"Well... I still have business to do. How about you, for my sake, spare his life?"
Ning Jie in front of her was so angry that she didn't dare to plead for mercy easily.
She was afraid that her words would irritate him and make the situation even more out of control, so she had to find an excuse.
Ning Jie looked at her twice, his dark pupils moved, and finally he let go of her hand.
Fan Wenchang still lay motionless in the mud and water until Ning Jie let go, and then the woman in white quietly stepped aside.
When Fan Wenchang's servant saw that his son had lost consciousness, he panicked and pulled him out of the mud.
Qing Ning heard the noise and hurried back from the construction site in the rear.
Witnessing this scene, she couldn't help but hug Su Shengsheng's arm in fear, "Is he...dead?"
Before he finished speaking, Fan Wenchang suddenly coughed up a few mouthfuls of muddy water. After recovering, he started cursing, "You little bastard..."
Before he could finish his words, Ning Jie grabbed him by the collar and plunged his head back into the mud and water.
When passers-by saw this scene, they immediately gathered around.
Killing someone in front of so many people cannot be separated from the blame.
Seeing that the servants realized the situation was not good and went back to get help, Su Shengsheng hurriedly pulled Qing Ning forward to stop Ning Jie.
"Ancestors, even if you want to fight, you can't do it like this!"
There are so many ways to solve the problem, why do we have to fight for our lives?
Although Ning Jie's hands were pulled away by them, his feet were pressed against Fan Wenchang's back, making it impossible for him to get up.
I don’t know if it was roller skating that had trained his endurance, but at this moment he displayed amazing strength, and Su Shengsheng couldn’t shake him at all.
"Even if you really want to fight, don't get yourself involved. If you don't let go, I'll be really angry."
Seeing that the woman was watching coldly and had no intention of helping, Su Shengsheng had no choice but to threaten and persuade her.
After much persuasion, Ning Jie was finally pulled away from Fan Wenchang.
This time, Fan Wenchang couldn't catch his breath for a long time, which made Su Shengsheng frightened.
When he finally spat out another mouthful of water, Su Shengsheng was afraid that he would seek death again, so she quickly said, "You must accept the loss. Don't forget what you said to me. Let me deal with you."
Fan Wenchang's vision went dark as he looked at Ning Jie's gloomy face. The servant beside him had already escaped, so he dared not act arrogantly anymore.
But how could he swallow this insult of being laughed at like this?
"I haven't heard him speak yet. I need him to recite a poem to me." He said with a forced face.
Ning Jie sneered, raised his foot, and stepped on his heart in an instant.
The momentum that Fan Wenchang had just used to struggle to get up was crushed back to the ground.
"Next time you see me, stay away from me. Otherwise..." At this point, Ning Jie's eyes flashed, and he pulled out a dagger with a cold glow from his boot. Without blinking, he stabbed it between the fingers of Fan Wenchang who was lying on the ground.
He looked directly into Fan Wenchang's eyes, which had instantly widened in fear, and curled his lips coldly, "Leave one finger at a time, and see how many fingers you have that are enough for me to chop off."
Every word was clear and powerful, but not as chilling as the chilling look deep in his eyes.
Fan Wenchang screamed in fear, rolled and crawled to break free from under his feet, and ran away screaming.
He looked as if he had seen a ghost.
Since Ning Jie lowered his head, Su Shengsheng did not see his expression, but judging from the way Fan Wenchang ran away without even daring to say anything harsh, he must have been extremely scary.
She looked at Ning Jie who was slowly putting away the dagger, and felt that he was so unfamiliar as if she had never seen him before.
Maybe she had always been a good student who followed the rules and had never seen these naughty kids fighting.
Ning Jie at this moment seemed like a different person.
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