Chapter 215: Not getting your hands dirty, but still getting enough to fight
"I think if my father knew this good news, he would be very happy."
Hearing this, Gu Chen was slightly stunned, with a complicated look in his eyes. That rebellious son was not very good, but he gave him a good grandson.
"Brother Lu is so filial, it's really rare," Gu Chen said slowly, and then instructed the servants, "Send a letter to Jiacheng, let him be happy too."
"Yes." The servant went to do it immediately.
"Thank you, grandfather." Lu Ge'er bowed respectfully to Gu Chen.
The moment he lowered his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of the coldness that flashed across Mrs. Gu San's eyes from the corner of his eye.
Half a year is still too long!
Gu Jiacheng was lying on a pile of rotten grass. The old quilt covering him had several holes in it, revealing the yellowed cotton wool inside.
When the messenger told him the news that Lu Ge'er had passed the imperial examination.
He was stunned at first, then burst into laughter, and the laughter echoed in the simple house.
"Haha... One of my sons is the future Marquis of Anyang, and the other is a scholar with the potential to be the top scholar. You bastards are abusing me one by one. Just wait and see how I deal with you when I get back..."
Gu Jiacheng laughed loudly while struggling to sit up, but his legs had already been crippled. As soon as he moved, piercing pain came from his legs, and he couldn't help but grimace.
But this little pain did not affect his excitement at all. He shouted outside the house: "Someone! Get in here!"
After a long while, a servant came in slowly, his face full of impatience: "What are you shouting for? Are you calling for the soul?"
"Go, prepare a table of good wine and delicious food for me. I want to celebrate today."
When the servant heard this, he sneered: "Do you think you are still the son of the Gu family? It's good enough to have wine and food to eat."
Gu Jiacheng's face darkened and he glared at him, "How dare you talk to me like that? Believe it or not, when I get back, I'll have my father peel off your skin! My son is a scholar now, and he'll be a high-ranking official in the future. All of you just wait and see!"
The servant curled his lips with disdain: "You? Stop dreaming." After that, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Stop!" Gu Jiacheng was anxious. He grabbed a worn-out pillow from the bed and threw it at the servant. "You bastard, you always make things difficult for me..."
The servant didn't even turn around, but waved his hand, his face full of disgust: "Just go crazy here by yourself."
After saying that, he walked out of the house quickly and slammed the door behind him.
Gu Jiacheng was so angry that his chest heaved violently and he was gasping for breath when suddenly, the door creaked open again.
He thought the servant had changed his mind and was about to mock him when he saw two burly men walk in with ferocious looks on their faces.
Before he could react, one of the strong men stepped to the bedside and covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth without saying a word.
Gu Jiacheng struggled desperately, waving his hands in the air, trying to push the strong man away.
But his legs were crippled and he had no strength to begin with. Facing these two strong men, he had no power to resist at all.
His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, and he made a "woohoo" sound in his throat, trying to call for help.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and when you die, go find my wife, don't look for me!" Another strong man whispered beside him.
As his consciousness gradually blurred, Gu Jiacheng was unwilling to give up. He hadn't enjoyed the happiness yet...
After a moment, Gu Jiacheng's body slowly collapsed, his hands hanging limply on the side of the bed, but his eyes were still wide open, as if he died with his eyes open.
When the two strong men saw that he was dead, they looked at each other and quickly left under the cover of night.
Day 2
News of Gu Jiacheng's death came back.
"Jiacheng...my son..."
Gu Chen was extremely sad. He could not accept the reality that an old man had to send off his young son. He cried uncontrollably and directly asked the court for a seven-day holiday.
Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze followed the routine, but saw Lu Ge'er squatting alone, adding paper money to the brazier.
There was no trace of grief on the child's face. His eyes were strangely calm as he just stared at the jumping flames quietly.
Chu Ruohan was startled and subconsciously looked at Gu Junze, only to see that his brows were slightly furrowed.
Chu Ruohan squatted down, looked at Lu Ge'er tenderly, and said softly: "Lu Ge'er, if you feel sad, just cry it out, don't hold it in."
Lu Ge'er paused, raised his head, and glanced at Gu Junze and Chu Ruohan.
After hesitating for a moment, as if he had finally mustered up the courage, he suddenly threw himself into Chu Ruohan's arms, "Auntie..."
Chu Ruohan was slightly startled, then reacted and quickly reached out to hug Lu Ge'er tightly, patting his back gently.
"Cry, you'll feel better after crying."
Lu Ge'er shook his head. He didn't want to cry, but he hadn't been in his mother's arms for a long time.
Walking out of the mourning hall, the sunlight fell on my body, making me feel warm.
Lu Ge'er took a deep breath and it was over...
The threshold of Hongmeng Academy has been almost kicked down these days, and all the prominent families in the capital have come forward to beg to send their children here.
Chu Ruohan is very busy, and Yingqing is just as busy as her. Most of these children are of different abilities, but they are all the darlings that are pampered by their families.
His temperament is different from Lu Ge'er's and he is very difficult to discipline.
He really didn't want to teach anymore, he might as well go to the military camp with the prince!
He hasn't seen Chu Yueshu for some time...
Look, even Song Ruyan, who had just recovered from a serious injury, came out to help...
Song Ruyan shouted at the top of her voice, "Everyone, get into horse stance. Keep your backs straight and don't move."
She paced back and forth among the children, examining each one.
A fat boy in brocade clothes, his face flushed, cried out in a sobbing voice: "It's too tiring. I don't want to do it anymore."
Song Ruyan's face was stern, a rare expression on her face. "Learning Kung Fu is tiring. Back then, when I was training with my master, I never slacked off, no matter the cold winter or the scorching summer heat."
"If you can't even endure this little hardship, what's the point of learning Kung Fu?"
The fat boy pouted, sat down on the ground in a petulant manner, and said, "I don't care. I just don't want to learn. This is too tiring!"
After the first one, there was the second one. These kids just acted like scoundrels.
I act like I won't do anything, what can you do to me...
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