Chapter 10 The master's farmhand carried away the concubine brought for good luck.
The next day, when the people found him, the fortune teller was already floating on the surface of the pond.
Upon hearing this, Madam Jia and Master Jia immediately summoned the family physician.
Have the servants retrieve him.
After hearing what Baozhu said, Song Jiao chuckled: "So he drowned in the pond all night?"
Baozhu nodded: "Yes."
"Then why didn't he drown?"
"That's the strange thing. Anyway, the doctor said that the fortune teller has developed pneumonia from being submerged. His whole body has turned white from being soaked, and his skin is swollen."
At this point, Baozhu whispered again, "Now everyone in the mansion is saying that there is something unclean in the Jia family."
"Oh? Something dirty?" Song Jiao raised an eyebrow.
Will people start spreading rumors that she's a vixen?
“Yes.” Baozhu said seriously, “I’m talking about that fire, and the fortune teller falling into the pond is also very strange.”
She took two more steps, letting Aunt Song hear her: "Some people are saying that the monster is the master."
"Why?" Song Jiao asked in surprise.
“They say that the master should have died long ago because he was so ill. It was only because you came in that he woke up. Don’t you rarely leave the courtyard? The servants all say that your health is not very good because the master has drained your life force.”
Song Jiao laughed even louder this time.
These things all happened after she entered the house, and she thought people would say it was because of the bad luck she brought.
"Baozhu, how do you know so much?" Song Jiao rubbed her face, which was sore from laughing.
"You didn't go out early this morning to listen to these rumors, did you?"
Baozhu chuckled, looking incredibly cute.
“I asked a couple of extra questions during breakfast. You must be so bored in the yard all day. Hearing these things can help pass the time.”
Song Jiao pinched Baozhu's cheek: "I know you're the best."
"Go and call Ji Huaizhi in for me."
Baozhu: "Aunt Song, aren't you going to the front yard later?"
Song Jiao: "The front yard must be very lively right now, so I won't go and join in the fun."
"I've known since I was a child that going to watch the excitement can easily get you into trouble."
At this point, Song Jiao thought of something: "Go and tell Granny Guo that you know Madam is busy, so you won't go and cause trouble."
Baozhu nodded.
A moment later, Ji Huaizhi stood silently at the door.
Song Jiao was reading a book when she noticed the figure at the door and looked up: "Come in."
Do you know why I called you in?
Ji Huaizhi shook his head.
Song Jiao raised an eyebrow and chuckled at him: "Silly boy."
"Did you do that scam?"
Ji Huaizhi: "I promised you I would teach him a lesson."
"Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
Ji Huaizhi shook his head: "He won't be able to find out."
"And nobody will be able to find out."
Song Jiao stood up and walked around thoughtfully: "I only know you're strong, but do you know kung fu?"
"I know a little."
Song Jiao's eyes lit up: "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"You didn't ask."
"Now, let me ask you this: can you show me what kind of person you are? Are you good at fighting?"
"Fortunately, his kung fu is just average."
Song Jiao narrowed her eyes: "Ordinary? I just don't believe it."
"My lightness skill is pretty good, want to give it a try?"
Song Jiao's eyes lit up.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were on the roof. Ji Huaizhi put his arm around her waist and flew away into the distance.
"Is this what lightness skill is?" Song Jiao hugged him tightly, looking around in wonder.
"It feels like flying."
Ji Huaizhi certainly didn't know any light-body skills; he was just cheating.
A vine flew out from her sleeve, and Ji Huaizhi carried her even further.
What is that?
"My hidden weapon," Ji Huaizhi said expressionlessly.
Song Jiao looked at her with admiration.
"Ji Huaizhi...you're amazing!"
Why don't you go out and make your way in the world? Why are you working here as a farmhand?
"You're not hiding here, are you?"
Ji Huaizhi quickened his pace, and the two stopped under the tallest roof of the Jia family mansion.
I lay on the roof and looked ahead.
Looking out, all she could see were rooftops, and this perspective instantly opened up a sense of openness for Song Jiao.
"So the Jia family mansion is this big," Song Jiao murmured. "What's the difference between this and being locked in a giant cage?"
"I don't know if I'll be able to go out again in the future."
Ji Huaizhi looked down at her: "You want to leave?"
Song Jiao looked over and realized that the two were very close.
Their breaths brushed against each other's faces, creating an extremely ambiguous feeling.
Ji Huaizhi's hands, in order to keep Song Jiao from falling, were still tightly gripping her slender waist.
"lecher."
Ji Huaizhi: "If I let go, you'll definitely fall."
Song Jiao pursed her lips, her ear tips turning slightly red.
She turned her head away and said, "Then... let's go back."
At this moment, Ji Huaizhi frowned, pulled Song Jiao over, and turned over, discovering that they were in Master Jia's courtyard below.
There were voices below.
"Madam, sir, what I said is absolutely true," the fortune teller said, trembling.
My body felt a little bloated, and my lips were very pale.
"Didn't you specifically choose her to bring good luck to the master?" Madam Jia frowned, holding a handkerchief. "How come you're saying now that she'll bring disaster to the Jia family?"
"Could it be that you're a fraud? Did you put on a whole show from beginning to end?"
The fortune teller trembled even more violently.
They seem to have a particularly hard life.
"Master and Madam, I did indeed calculate that her fate was good for you, and beneficial to your illness."
“You see, the master did indeed wake up immediately after she entered the mansion.”
"Then why are you saying now that she is a jinx to the Jia family?"
The fortune teller raised his finger: "The problem... lies here."
Seeing that he couldn't speak clearly, Madam Jia had someone give him a hot water bottle.
"Because she did it voluntarily."
Jia Chenghua, who had been sitting silently to the side, laughed: "She doesn't agree? In our Jia family, we'll never have to worry about food or clothing, and we'll live a life of wealth and luxury!"
"So she was just unlucky." The fortune teller took a sip of hot tea. "She didn't do it willingly; she was still cursing the Jia family in her heart."
"I cursed you, Master Jia, that's why your illness hasn't gotten better since you woke up."
"That's one reason why it's essentially a backlash."
"What?" Madam Jia frowned. "So the fire in the mansion was also caused by her?"
"It's related to her!" the fortune teller nodded.
Master Jia frowned: "Then what should we do?"
The fortune teller: "Burn!"
Jia Chenghua pursed his lips and touched his arm: "That's really vicious, almost as vicious as me."
The fortune teller gave an awkward laugh: "Only in this way can we break the deadlock. After all, she harbors resentment, which will continue to affect the fortune of the Jia family."
Master Jia did not speak immediately.
To be honest, he was really reluctant to part with it.
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