“Woo woo woo woo…”

“Ahhhh…”

“Hey, eh…”

In the Jia family carriage, Jia Cong looked at Xue Pan who had been rough and had changed, lying on the bench, making strange crying sounds, with a slight strange expression.

I didn't want to deal with it, just to avoid being too troublesome in the future. After thinking about it, he said, "Brother Xue, I think it's better not to tell outsiders about this."

Xue Pan's tone suddenly grew higher: "Wuwuwu..."

Isn’t this nonsense? Does he want to say it to others? But who can he hide it from?

Thinking about the days ahead, Xue Pan felt that it was better to die!

Jia Cong ignored it and analyzed: "The flower-picking thieves you attacked will be sentenced this fall. However, there will be a few months left, and there will be no evidence to die at that time."

“Hey, eh…”

Xue Pan lay there and moved, and his voice became smaller immediately.

Jia Cong smiled and said again: "As for Jinyi's personal army, I will speak to Mr. Furong, ask her to give a secret note to the yamen of the Fushu..."

"Is it... useful? They... they listen to her?"

Xue Pan stopped crying, looked up at Jia Cong, and asked with his mouth tilted.

It’s not that he is afraid of Jia Cong, it’s really... If this incident spreads, his dignified Uncle Xue will be picked by a group of flower-picking thieves...

Just stop working, just find a well and jump in!

In the future, no serious people will follow him.

Even the Xue family must become a laughing stock in people's mouths, and the younger sister who is waiting for her to be a boudoir must also be implicated...

Although Xue Pan is heartless and domineering, he still cares about his family.

Now that I heard Jia Cong say that he could hide it, how could he not be moved?

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "I can't guarantee this, I can only say, do my best."

When Xue Pan heard this, he didn't care about the pain of his butt, struggled to get up, kneeled on the car board, and said in a mournful way: "Brother Cong, I'm not a human being, but I'm so confused that I'm so Huang Tang that I'm so confused. From now on, you will be my grandfather and my ancestor. You must help me this time, otherwise I will never be able to live!"

Jia Cong looked at him with a faint look and said, "Don't say these words first, let's talk about your injuries first, how should you explain when you go back."

Xue Pan still had a wicked mind. After struggling to get up, he screamed because of the injury. After lying down again, he burst into tears and looked humiliated, and said, "Just say... I was injured when I was fighting with the beasts who killed thousands of swords in prison. My butt... I fell down. Those beasts with balls are inhumane!"

Seeing him crying again, Jia Cong lowered his eyes, a smile flashed in his eyes, and said, "Brother Xue, your injury is easy to talk about, no one will open it. But why does it feel like you are beingsed..."

Jia Cong couldn't continue to say anything, but just shook his head with disgust.

When Xue Pan saw it, he didn't know what was unsightly scene and started to retching.

But maybe I had vomited too much before, and now I had nothing to vomit, so I could only cry without stopping, so I sobbed and said, "Brother Cong, what do you think, what should I do?"

Jia Cong looked at him and said lightly: "If you are not afraid of pain, let me hit you a few times and make scars. In this way, there will be no flaws."

When Xue Pan heard this, he was angry and afraid and shouted, "Brother Cong, why don't you want to vent your anger and hit me on purpose?"

Jia Cong closed his eyes after hearing this and said tiredly: "Forget it, Brother Xue, you can just explain yourself."

He really doesn't think so...

When Xue Pan heard this, he shook his head with a frustration on his face.

What happened today was like having a nightmare.

He really had no choice but to finish this nightmare quickly and read this article until tomorrow.

He looked at Jia Cong pitifully and said, "Brother Cong, you just beat him, but you are light..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a flash in front of him. Jia Cong, who was sitting opposite him, slapped him in the face and slapped Xue Pan in the face.

Xue Pan screamed "Ouch" and almost fell off the bench, and saw another black shadow flashing in front of him...

"Bang!!"

The two faces on both sides were each hit, and it hurt so much.

Xue Pan was angry and looked at Jia Cong and wanted to scold him, but saw Jia Cong looking at his face and nodding without changing his expression, "It's much better this way. I think the wife and the concubine can't see the reputation.

Brother Xue must remember it, don’t let it go.

Once a word is spread, it will be a huge scandal.

By then, you will not be able to be a human being...

Oh my hands hurt..."

Looking at Jia Cong's expression "It's all for your good" and shook his hands with sincerity. Xue Pan covered his hot face and suddenly wondered, could Jia Cong be really a good person...

...

"Oh! The Third Master is back!!"

At the west corner gate of Rongfu, under the lantern in front of the door, seven or eight doors were looking towards the East Street.

Seeing the Jia family's carriage slowly coming from under the protection of three followers, they immediately cheered.

There was a follower who rode back to report the news earlier.

When Aunt Xue was overjoyed and announced on the spot that when Xue Pan returned, she would definitely reward everyone with great rewards. The whole family would give the reward and everyone would have a share.

In addition, Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng made another interesting part, and Jia Mu liked the most about this kind of happy atmosphere in the whole house, so she also made another interesting part.

In this way, after Xue Pan came back, there were three or four rewards. How could everyone not like it?

At this moment, when Jia Cong saw the carriage coming from the east end of Gonghou Street, a group of people naturally came forward with enthusiasm to greet him.

When the carriage arrived in front of Xijiao Gate, several people helped to stop the car, and some people put down their pedals in front of the carriage.

The housekeeper in front of Rong Mansion, Wu Xingdeng, who had a few encounters with Jia Cong, was also standing behind him at this moment.

After Jia Cong got off the carriage first, everyone hurried forward and laughed and greeted each other.

Most of them have children who have worked in the Jia family for several lifetimes. It seems that they have heard of what happened in the inner house.

I know that this is different from the past...

Jia Cong was not arrogant, and after nodding his head politely, he said to Wu Xingdeng: "Why do you need Butler Wu to come to greet him in person?"

Wu Xingdeng smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. The master and Mr. Zhen of Dongfu have been waiting in the front hall. I never expected that my brother could solve such a difficult problem so quickly.

I heard that my brother went to the imperial prison alone, and even those of us who are slaves feel glorious!"

"That's not true! This is amazing!"

"You can be both literary and military, and you are similar to the old prince. You will definitely achieve extraordinary achievements in the future and be the slaughter of the prince!"

With Wu Xingdeng's head, a group of servants around him praised him one after another.

People like them may not be very good at doing things, but when they praise others, they can really praise others.

Many times, people who work hard are indeed not as popular as people who are wise.

The more you talk about the rich family with a glamorous appearance, the more you are. After several lifetimes of experience, they have become unique skills.

They were not afraid of Jia Cong, but they were just good at adding icing on the cake.

Naturally, Jia Cong would not be confused by this vanity. Although he always had a faint smile on his face, his eyes were clear. After dealing with the compliments from several people, he said to Wu Xingdeng: "The eldest brother of the Xue family is a little injured. Although it is not serious, he has applied medicine to the comfort department, but it is better to send it inside first."

Wu Xingdeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, brother, everyone sent back in front has made it clear. Now the study room in front of the master has been cleaned up, and the old lady and the others are already waiting there."

Xue Pan is at this age and is a foreign guest, so he is not easy to enter the inner house.

Moreover, he would not leave behind a recuperator in Rongfu, and he would go back to Lixiangyuan to rest after spending time with everyone.

Everyone stopped talking and walked into the corner door with their carriage.

However, Wu Xingdeng, who was walking in the front, suddenly said to Jia Cong in a low voice: "If you have something to do, I want to ask your brother for affection..."

When Jia Cong heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He did owe Wu Xingden a favor. When he lived in the back room of the rockery in the East Road Courtyard, Wu Xingden gave him a lot of candles, which solved his difficulty in studying.

Jia Cong has always kept this timely favor in his heart, and he is still wondering whether it will be difficult to do because of this favor in the future.

But unexpectedly, Wu Xingden wanted to withdraw cash at this time...

A slightly bright smile appeared on Jia Cong's face and said, "Jia Cong never forgot the help of Butler Wu that day. It's just that he has always been slight and cannot repay Butler Wu. Now, what is useful to Jia Cong, even if you say that is."

Wu Xingden was naturally decent when he heard this, so he said what he wanted: "The schools in the East Road Courtyard are all children from the family that Lao Chen has been born in his family for several lifetimes. They are all very useless, and their eyes are shallow, and they do not recognize their brother's posture as a dragon horse and phoenix chick. They neglected their brother. According to the rules, even if they were beaten to death, they would not be unfair.

Even if they were not beaten to death, there would be no place for them to stay at home, so it would be appropriate to rush to the village to do coolies early.

But there was nothing we could do. I don’t know how the old people in their family knew that I had some old friendship with my brother, so I asked to come to my house.

When they said they beat Ren and scolded Ren and spit on their faces, they were not humans even if they dared to wipe them.

I just want my brother to forgive them...

Oh, I'm also in a dilemma. I've been serving the old Chen people in the mansion for several lifetimes. When I beat the Duke of the Kingdom of China, I was... "

"Okay, Butler Wu, no need to say more."
To be continued...