Chapter 113 "You still say you're not messing around."...
"I'm not kidding!" Yang Sheng raised his hands to break free, and suddenly refuted Jia Ren, leaving him speechless.
It was like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, leaving Jia Ren stunned where he was. After all, the usually clever and lively Yang Sheng had never challenged him in such a disobedient manner.
The two of them just stared at each other quietly, their chests rising and falling as if there were thousands of storms surging.
Occasionally, the night wind blows, stirring the window frames and making bursts of whimpering sounds.
Jia Ren looked in the direction of the wind and could vaguely make out a figure standing guard not far away through the crack in the window.
The Tongzhi Courtyard has long been under control, and people are not allowed to enter or leave at will.
In the end, Jia Ren was defeated by Yang Sheng's clear and scorching gaze.
"You said you weren't messing around." Jia Ren sighed. "This matter has nothing to do with you. I was impulsive today and accidentally hurt someone. I should apologize to Lord Song."
If you dare to do something, you must dare to take responsibility for it. It’s normal.
But Jia Ren didn't say the second half of the sentence. He changed his tone and said to Yang Sheng in a soothing tone, "I am just doing a routine self-examination. Once I submit it to Lord Song, everything will be fine."
Unexpectedly, Yang Sheng's eyes widened, and he didn't believe Jia Ren's words at all.
"Nothing? How can it be nothing?" Yang Sheng took advantage of his unpreparedness and snatched the paper from the table. "You call this nothing?"
"Do you know that whether you write this or not, you will definitely be tried tomorrow when Lord Song comes to the government office?"
Yang Sheng held the document in front of him, and the uncontrollable force made the document tremble in his hand.
"But writing this official document is tantamount to shouting for Lord Song to come and arrest you."
Yang Sheng's knuckles turned white, with blue veins bulging out, making him look particularly terrifying.
He pointed out the window, in the same direction Jia Ren had just been looking.
"Open the window and see how many people are guarding outside. Not to mention Lord Song, Mu Jingli has already surrounded this place with his men!"
Jia Ren remained silent, as if he was at the foot of the leisurely Nanshan Mountain, rather than on top of a raging fire or freezing ice. For some reason, he felt somewhat relaxed, as if he were strolling in a garden.
Yang Sheng became even more furious after seeing this. He leaned his hands on the table and stared at Jia Ren across a pile of pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Ah...Master Jia, please say something!"
Jia Ren on the opposite side was unmoved. He slowly spread out another page of paper, picked up his pen and wrote for the rest of his life.
"Your temper doesn't show anything on a normal day, but when you get into serious matters, you become anxious and irritable. You need to change this in the future."
I just don’t know who will tolerate his temper at that time.
Jia Ren's voice was as calm as running water, but Yang Sheng's mood was as hot as oil.
He didn't hear the seriousness of Mr. Jia's words at all, and was only thinking about persuading him not to write any useless letter of apology.
"That man is nothing but a fugitive who has committed many evil deeds. He has no good character and no conscience or kindness." Yang Sheng stared at the tip of Jia Ren's waving pen, as if he was going to rise up and snatch the wolf-hair brush away at the next moment.
"He was on the run before, and now he's in trouble. If he dies, then so be it. Why should we apologize for him?"
"Killing him is just what he deserves."
Yang Sheng's words were like lightning hidden behind dark clouds, growing stronger and stronger, threatening to break through the air and head straight for Jia Ren's face.
Jia Ren's mind was becoming increasingly confused, his hand lost its strength, and the tip of his pen trembled.
Ink dripped, leaving a small stain on the document he had just written.
He deserves it...
Did he deserve it?
Who is it that deserves the punishment?
A sneer escaped from his lips, and Jia Ren shook his head helplessly. This child was really unintentional, but he disturbed my heart.
"Don't speak without knowing the full story." Jia Ren concentrated his mind and raised his hand to close the document. "How did I teach you to be so rebellious and fickle, and to speak so much nonsense?"
Yang Sheng saw him close the document without any intention of stopping. He watched as Lord Jia was about to put the document into his arms.
He did not want to continue arguing with Lord Jia. He was taught by Lord Jia. How could he possibly defeat his father in an argument?
Taking advantage of the moment when Jia Ren bent down and lifted up his clothes, Yang Sheng unexpectedly reached out, crossed the table, and snatched the document from his hand.
Before Yang Sheng could have a moment of joy at his success, or even before he could retract his hand, he ordered Jia Ren to grab his wrist with his backhand.
"Give it to me!" Yang Sheng became anxious and began to speak incoherently. "I will not ask you to present this document to Lord Song during tomorrow's trial."
There are a hundred ways to deliver this document, but it definitely cannot be done in court tomorrow.
What kind of place is that? As long as this official document is released and the matter is exposed, his father will be guilty whether he is innocent or not.
Yang Sheng pulled hard, but Jia Ren held on tightly and refused to let go.
"You take one and I'll write one."
"You take ten letters, and I'll go and plead guilty in person tomorrow."
The two of them were in a stalemate and it was difficult to determine the winner.
Hearing this, Yang Sheng became even more anxious.
He usually likes to play, make trouble and act naughty, but he never dares to really disobey his father. He loves and respects him and treats him like his own biological father.
But today is different. He grew up in the Jiangyang government office and can be said to have grown up in the officialdom.
If everything is kept secret in the Jiangyang government office, even with Lord Song, the matter can still be exposed as long as he is willing to show mercy.
But if this document is released, it will be like a confession, which will undoubtedly confirm Mr. Jia's guilt.
The people are already angry, and when the time comes in court, won't they all attack him, and he will have no way to defend himself.
If that time really comes, even if Lord Song wants to lend a hand, he may not be able to provide assistance.
Yang Sheng made up his mind and made a decision immediately.
He gritted his teeth, used his elbows to exert force, and used his whole body to pull the document into his arms.
Jia Ren didn't expect that Yang Sheng would be so determined to go against him, not to mention that he was young and didn't know the seriousness of the matter. After a series of actions, Jia Ren was not careful and the document slipped out of his hands.
Yang Sheng didn't know how much strength he had used. He just felt the force in his hands disappear and he fell backwards.
In the chaos, his elbow swept across the table, knocking all the pens, ink, paper and inkstone to the ground. The inkstone filled with ink broke into two pieces when it fell, and the ink in it flowed all over the floor.
The sound of breaking air was like a sharp blade, cutting a gap in the tense atmosphere. The howling sound of wind kept pouring in from the window lattice and passing between the two of them.
The cold wind blows and the anger will die out.
Dots of ink soaked into the ground and gradually seeped into the carpet. The color gradually spread from dark to light. The faded juice slowly stopped when it was about to climb up Yang Sheng's toes and no longer moved forward.
Yang Sheng swallowed, and the beads of sweat on his chin could no longer be held back and slid straight down, falling into the ink ball.
It was clearly silent, but Yang Sheng felt as if there was thunder nearby.
His throat slid, and in the gap between the ink spots splashing up and falling, he quickly raised his head to look at Lord Jia behind the table.
"I... Dad... I..." The anger just now subsided in an instant, and the night breeze blowing on his face gradually brought Yang Sheng back to his senses.
He looked at his father who was supporting the table with one hand and still trying to grab something from him with the other hand, but there was nothing in his hand. When he turned around, the document was lying right in his hand.
Jia Ren's eyes were filled with a mixture of joy and anger, staring blankly at his five fingers that had fallen in vain. A hint of coldness flowed through his palms, and he couldn't help but look up and look deeply at Yang Sheng.
The situation is unpredictable and the situation is changing suddenly.
Yang Sheng pinched the document in his hand and made up his mind, but he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat due to the intimidation of his father.
"Father, you should rest early and stop worrying." Yang Sheng quietly took a step back. Seeing that Lord Jia had no intention of pursuing the matter, he tentatively took a few more steps back. He was afraid that his father would suddenly jump up and snatch the document.
Fortunately, Jia Ren did not make any move. He did not want to argue with him, just as he had said before.
After Yang Sheng takes this letter, he will write ten or eight more. The Tongzhiyuan does not lack this little bit of writing brush and ink, and certainly not this little bit of inkstone.
Anyway, he can present it to Lord Song in person tomorrow and apologize in court, which is just what he wants.
Seeing that his father didn't react, Yang Sheng turned around quickly after a few steps and ran out of the house in two steps.
He wanted to ask for an audience with Lord Song. He had to convince Lord Song that this matter could not be put on his father's head as written in his father's official document.
He neither agreed nor allowed it.
Can one person really be considered a hero if he steps forward and takes all the blame?
He doesn't want his father to be a hero, he just wants him to live well.
Yang Sheng's figure disappeared in Tongzhiyuan, leaving only the flowers and plants in the courtyard swaying, proving that someone had just left with a brisk pace.
From a distance, Jia Ren's figure was as small as a bean hidden behind the table, like an unfolded portrait, motionless.
He slowly closed his eyes...
…
It was unknown how much time had passed, until Jia Ren's arms became sore and his legs and feet became numb, but he still did not raise his head from his elbows.
The argument that had just happened kept replaying in his mind over and over again, and the scene was like a kaleidoscope, occupying his entire mind.
Death is not a pity, it is what he deserves.
What Yang Sheng said was like some kind of mysterious spell, lingering in his ears for a long time.
Until the night wind blew gently, causing the visitor's robe to flutter and making a rustling sound of fabric, and then a burst of light but powerful footsteps sounded, getting heavier and closer.
Finally it stopped beside him.
Jia Ren was still sitting on the ground with his knees hugged, his head buried so that no one could see his expression.
He knew very well that this action was not elegant, but he did not care at all, and had no intention of getting up to tidy himself up.
"Since Lord Song has arrived, please take a seat at the head of the table."
Jia Ren's voice came from his sleeves, mixed with a heavy nasal tone and an unignorable hoarseness.
Song Linsheng paused. Lord Jia, who used to be so majestic and imposing, was now curled up on the ground, like a skinny skeleton.
Although he was dressed, he couldn't hide his grim look.
Beside him was an inkstone that had been split into two pieces and was scattered. The strong scent of ink lingered in the room and climbed onto Song Linsheng's sleeves without any scruples.
Song Linsheng did not answer. He squatted sideways, picked up the two inkstones, and then held them in his two hands. When he put his hands together again, the inkstones became one.
It’s just that the inkstone is easy to close, but the cracks are hard to remove.
With a flip of his wrist, the ink on the inkstone had dried up. Even though Song Linsheng held it with his bare hands, it was not stained at all.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the inkstone in his hand. It was delicate and smooth when he touched it, and it made a sound of metal and stone when he knocked it. It was a Zhuque inkstone produced in Huai Prefecture of the Ming Dynasty.
Lord Jia is also a man of elegance and refinement.
Song Linsheng's eyes turned, and he concealed the expression in his eyes. He placed the inkstone on the table with both hands, and then stood aside with his hands behind his back, without moving.
After a while, Jia Ren finally moved. He stood up slowly and adjusted his clothes carefully. After he was straight, he met Song Linsheng's eyes.
"Lord Song—"
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