Heaven's Martial Fate

Chapter 634 Vicious (seeking a monthly ticket)

Abandoned, Jia Zhen is completely abolished now!
The lumbar vertebrae were broken, and he could only sit in a wheelchair in the future. This is the case when Jia Rong can do a wheelchair, otherwise this guy will have to lie down for the rest of his life.

In addition, one hand and one foot were also broken, and the internal organs were also injured to a certain extent. It can be said that the injury was serious.

Even Jia Rong had to sigh, Jia Zhen is really unlucky.

Generally, the injury is like falling from the stairs. At most, it is a concussion plus broken hands and feet, but it is not so serious that even the internal organs are damaged.

It can only be said that Jia Zhen is really unlucky this time!

"My lord, you can't leave. If you leave, how can I explain to my grandmother and grandfather?"

A sudden wail made the originally noisy environment suddenly quiet.

All eyes were on Jia Rong who was crying on Jia Zhen's body, and his heart sank suddenly.

Could it be that Jia Zhen, the head of the Ning Mansion, died?

Thinking of this, all the onlookers couldn't help feeling uneasy.

If Jia Zhen really dies, the onlookers will not be able to please them then.

Although it will not affect their own interests and the interests of the families behind them, the invisible impact in all aspects is not small.

Fortunately, Jia Zhen, who was in a coma at this time, seemed to have been touched by the wound, and couldn't help letting out a mournful wail, which immediately restored the quiet atmosphere to normal.

It's just that the next moment, the original crowd of onlookers suddenly decreased by half.

"Up, up, up, don't tell Jia Zhen to run away. How dare she pretend to be dead!"

At this time, a 12-year-old boy leaned out from the railing on the second floor of the largest brothel in the capital, pointing at the place where Jia Zhen and Jia Rong and their son were, shouting loudly.

Grass Nima!
Jia Rong, who hadn't planned to hurt anyone, snatched the long stick from the nurse next to him without saying a word, and threw it out.

The long stick drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and amidst the exclamation of many palace guards, it just hit the waist of the prince of the palace impartially.

The guy who was still showing off his power just now screamed and turned over and fell down.

Ignoring the mess on the second floor of the brothel, he directly called to the nurse next to him to forcibly clear the way to leave.

The stick just now was quite insidious. If the son of Prince Zhongshun didn't know how to restrain himself at a young age, he would be waiting to be a living eunuch when he was around 15 years old.

Anyway, with his means, there will be no scars on the outside, even if the Zhongshun Palace wants to blame him, it can't be blamed on him.

However, the uneasiness in his heart did not dissipate as he led people to rescue Jia Zhen and quickly left the scene of the accident. Instead, it became more intense.

Ok?
call out!
Just when Ning Mansion and his party were about to leave the area of ​​the No. [-] brothel in the capital, an arrow flew in the dark night.

Hearing the sharp whistling sound, he knew that the arrow was shot by a strong bow.

"Master, be careful!"

Most of the guards around me had battlefield experience. When they heard the sharp whistling, their faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly spoke to remind them.

snort!
Jia Rong snorted coldly, and suddenly stretched out her hand to hold the arrow from the lightning.

There was a strong residual force on the arrow, and the arrow feathers kept trembling and buzzing.

Ignoring the burning pain in his palm, he drew out the waist knife with his other hand and threw it out, aiming at the direction of the back arrow.

The waist knife flew straight out, and instantly disappeared into the night.

The next moment, there was a mournful howl from three hundred steps away, and the sound of the advanced howl disappeared.

Damn, he is so well-trained, he probably has something to do with Zhongshun Palace.

"Go, let's go home quickly!"

After sweeping lightly at the dumbfounded Fuzhong Nursing Yard, Jia Rong waved her hand and immediately moved forward.

The curfew in Beijing is quite strict!

Of course, the Ning Mansion Nursing House naturally has the means to deal with the patrolling soldiers encountered on the road.

They are all from Wucheng Bingmasi, and Wucheng Bingmasi happens to be in the hands of the founder of the country, so as long as the reasons are reasonable, they can be unimpeded.

When we returned to Ning Mansion, it was almost one more day.

At this time, the entire front yard of Ning Mansion was brightly lit.

After entering the door, someone sent a message to Jia Rong. Mrs. Zhao knew the news and was waiting in Ning'an Hall!
Jia Rong didn't say a word, and directly ordered the big housekeeper Jia Fu who rushed over to ask him to take the master's post to invite the imperial physician immediately.

Then came to Ning'an Hall together with Jia Qiang who was still in shock.

The atmosphere in Ning'an Hall was dignified, Mrs. Zhao and Youshi looked worried, and the servant girls around them didn't even dare to take a breath.

Seeing Jia Rong and Jia Qiang striding into the door, Mrs. Zhao asked anxiously, "Brother Rong, what happened, where is your master?"

"Grandmother, the master was fighting with the son of Prince Zhongshun outside, but he couldn't control his anger and fought directly, and suffered serious injuries!"

Jia Rong briefly described the situation, and said in a deep voice: "I have asked the housekeeper to invite the imperial physician, and I believe the imperial physician will come soon!"

"So good!"

Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and she was not dissatisfied and cursed: "This evil animal, who knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long, has hit an iron plate now?"

"Competing and jealous with a kid in his early 12s, the more you get along, the more you turn around!"

As soon as the worry is gone, the shrewdness returns.

She is relatively clear about the top dignitaries in the capital and the situation of the palace, so she naturally knows the age of the son of Zhongshun Wangfu.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the words I say will not sound very nice.

You Shi, who was sitting next to him, turned blue and red alternately, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Grandma, it's not that simple!"

Jia Rong spoke at the right time, and said in a deep voice: "On the way back, I was attacked secretly by an archer!"

"Obviously, this guy was arranged by someone long ago!"

"Brother Rong means that someone wants to kill you and Zhen'er?"

Mrs. Zhao's complexion changed drastically, and she immediately reacted, her eyes flickered with a cold light: "It seems that our Ning Mansion has been silent for too long, and we have been pinched as soft persimmons!"

"Grandma, this time the incident must be a big one!"

Jia Rong sneered: "Since the people behind the scenes dare to do it, they must bear the corresponding consequences, and we must not make it easier for them!"

"If you have any ideas, just tell me!"

Mrs. Zhao was calmer than ever before, and she looked at Jia Rong with comfort and trust.

Obviously, Jia Rong's performance satisfied her.

Among other things, compared to Jia Zhen, who is jealous of a 12-year-old child, she is more reliable in any way.

"Let's put things on the dragon chair in the palace!"

Jia Rong directly said a poisonous plan: "Let's say that some people are not reconciled to the failure of the dragon fight, and now they are planning to eliminate the existence that hindered their superiors at the beginning to eliminate their hatred!"

"Your idea is very good!"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but gasped, and there was an inexplicable expression on her face...

(End of this chapter)