Chapter 11 Jiang Jing is just a lowly exile
Jiang's mother grabbed her son's arm tightly and looked cautiously towards the inner room, fearing that her husband would know and she would be suffocated.
The younger sister knelt on the ground and cried, "Brother, don't go. If you go, everything will be gone!"
Jiang Jing's hands were shaking from exerting too much force. He took a deep breath, pretended to be calm, and pulled her up. Then, he sat on the steps, holding his head in his hands, and the anger in his heart reached its peak.
His thin lips pursed, "I'm not going."
But one day I will kill him myself.
Jiang Nianyin sat beside him and choked up.
"Brother, I hate my current life, but we can't show our unhappiness like before. But with you guys around, I don't think I can't live."
Crying is a sign of incompetence.
But apart from crying, she didn't know what else to do.
Mother Jiang took out the cloth, rubbed her red and swollen eyes, and after calming herself down, she smiled at the two of them and said, "Miss Jiu sent me some cloth. I'll make you two a dress when the time comes. Oh, and please take some time to buy something to thank her."
Jiusu?
Jiang Jing paused, his eyes filled with confusion, "Why should I thank her?"
"She knocked Qian Junjie unconscious and took me out." Jiang Nianyin recalled and said with a smile, "She is such a nice person. You have good taste."
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids slightly and said calmly, "Perhaps, she doesn't know that we are fugitives. Don't go out. Stay at home. If you see Qian Junjie, run away. If he dares to... kill him again. At worst, I will go to jail!"
Jiang Nianyin nodded in agreement.
"rest assured…"
Bang bang bang!
The door was knocked, and Jiang's mother hurriedly put the cloth into the closet. Jiang Jing pushed his mother and younger sister into the house and gave them instructions.
"Don't come out."
"Jing'er..." Jiang's mother was worried, but she couldn't go into the house. She fell to the ground holding her daughter and looked outside worriedly through the crack in the door.
Jiang Jing opened the gate.
It was Qian Junjie! His eyes immediately turned cold, his jaw tensed, "What are you doing here?"
"Ouch? Did I give you face? Call your sister out, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Qian Junjie rubbed his aching head, frowned and pushed Jiang Jing.
Since when did a servant dare to speak to him like this!
Jiang Jing stood at the door, looking at the servant holding a stick and a fierce look on his face, "She hasn't come back yet."
"Then you take the blame for her." Qian Junjie took the stick and hit Jiang Jing hard.
"Hmm..."
Jiang Jing was hit hard by the stick. He bent over and curled up, raising his hands to signal his mother and sister in the room not to come out.
Qian Junjie played with the stick and circled around him.
"He's quite resilient. Look, everyone! He's a nobleman from Shengjing. But what good is that? He's still like an ant, only meant to be stepped on."
He put his hand on Jiang Jing's back, leaving shoe prints.
"Jiang Jing, kneel down and lick the soles of my shoes clean, and I'll let you go. How about that? Otherwise, your sister will come to my bed and become my concubine."
Sudden.
Jiang Jing stood up, pushed Qian Junjie away, and ran out the door. Qian Junjie came to his senses and saw Jiang Jing running towards his house. He hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
Jiang Jing had only one thing on his mind.
Looking for Master Qian! At this time, Master Qian is drinking tea, listening to music, and enjoying life in the back garden.
Originally, one had to endure in order to survive.
Now, what can be tolerated and what cannot be tolerated!
"Stop!" Qian Junjie realized something was wrong and kept chasing him. Finally, Jiang Jing stopped. He supported his knees with his hands and gasped for breath. "You bastard, keep running, keep running."
at this time.
Jiusu was slicing okra and drying it in the sun when he heard it. He quickly climbed up the ladder and whispered, "Damn, who is this guy teasing again?"
Oh boy, it’s Jiang Jing again.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qian Junjie was so angry that he straightened up. As soon as he raised his finger, he met his father's angry and stern eyes.
“Father…Father…?”
"You bastard!" Master Qian punched his son hard. "Go on, keep talking! I think you're tired of living!"
Qian Junjie held his stomach and noticed that his younger brothers behind him all lowered their heads. A strange expression appeared on his face.
He asked, "Dad, why did you hit me?"
Seeing that he was getting excited, Master Qian grabbed the stick in the servant's hand and hit him on the back, "You still dare to ask? Young Master Jiang is the teacher I hired, and you dare to hit and scold him? If you were half as obedient as your brother, I would beat you."
A barrage of questions and insults.
Qian Junjie was furious. He dodged the stick in Master Qian's hand, threw it far away, straightened his back and said excitedly, "Dad! Jiang Jing is just a lowly convict. Also, Qian Yuanming is not my brother. He is a bastard, a man who was born to sing songs!"
Bang!
He looked up in disbelief.
Bang!
Another slap.
Qian Junjie was beaten so hard that he saw stars and there were clear marks of the slap on his face. The pain in the back of his head was much lessened.
He roared, "Are you still a father? I was just knocked unconscious, and you're helping outsiders bully your son!?"
After all, he is my own son, how can I not love him?
Mr. Qian frowned and walked over to take a look. Sure enough, the back of his son's head was swollen. He couldn't help but secretly annoyed himself for being too impulsive.
"Who knocked you out?"
"Jiang Jing!" Qian Junjie pointed at the man who hadn't spoken yet and said, "He was the one who knocked me out."
Jiang Jing asked: "When?"
"Si time!"
"Bullshit!" Master Qian was so angry that he kicked his son on the butt. "I came back with Master Jiang at the time of Si. He was carrying firewood to support the family. What were you doing? Besides, why did he hit you?"
Qian Junjie frowned. Wasn't it him who hit him?
"It's either him or his sister!"
"Why did Nian Yin hit you?" Jiang Jing clenched his fists and his voice was terribly cold.
Qian Junjie blurted out, "I made a bet with my friend that I would sleep with Jiang Nianyin within three days! I promised her to be my concubine, but she still refuses. I can only force her!"
A cloud of gloom covered Mr. Qian's face, and he was filled with anger.
He was held down by his servants and beaten.
"You bastard, making a bet? And you're bullying Miss Jiang! God has eyes, why aren't you being beaten to death?"
Fortunately, the butler separated the two. "Master, the young master is indeed unconscious. Please don't hurt him. Young Master Jiang is waiting for you. Otherwise, why don't you ask him what he is doing here first?"
After hearing this, Mr. Qian calmed down for a while.
He said guiltily, "Mr. Jiang, please don't blame me for my disobedience. Tomorrow, let me apologize to your sister."
"No thanks." Jiang Jing slowly raised his eyes, cupped his fists and bowed, his whole body exuding a sense of alienation. "I am a fugitive. Thank you, Master Qian, for your kindness and esteem for me. Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to teach Master Qian anything, so I can't stay any longer."
When Qian Junjie heard this, he was so happy.
He hurriedly walked behind his father and said excitedly: "Dad, please agree quickly, he will torture me."
"Shut up!"
After Mr. Qian scolded him, he looked at Jiang Jing kindly and said, "Mr. Jiang, don't be angry. I will give you an extra ten cents a month, okay?"
Jiang Jing shook his head, pursed his lips, unbuckled his waist belt, revealing his back, which was covered with bruises.
"I'm afraid this won't even cover the medical expenses."
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