After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 281 Playing Well, Playing Well

His throat is still not healed, and it still hurts to swallow food, and every time he takes a sip of porridge, he grins his teeth in pain.

"It's hot, you... won't... blow it cold... and then... feed... Master Ben...!"

Under the glare of Master Miao's eyes, Cuilian was very frightened, for fear that something wrong with Master Miao would throw her down to feed the dogs, or sell herself to a brothel.

She carefully blew the porridge in the spoon to cool down, but before she could blow halfway, the master's voice sounded again.

"Hey... it's so... slow, are you... going to starve to death... Master Ben?"

So, Cuilian had no choice but to tell him.

"Grandpa, wait for a while. I'll fetch some cold water. Put this bowl of porridge in the cold water, and it will cool faster, so that the old man won't have to wait for a long time."

Just after saying two words, Master Miao felt his throat was on fire, and he just uttered a word from his throat.

"Ah."

And then nothing else.

As soon as Cuilian opened the door and went out, wanting to get a basin of cold water, she saw that the lady and the maid were already standing at the door.

She quickly saluted and shouted.

"lady."

Mrs. Miao waved her hand to let her go down first, then adjusted the expression on her face before pushing the door open and going in.

"Master, what's the matter, why did you get so angry so early in the morning?"

Seeing his wife finally came, he snorted coldly.

"You...now...look...my master...is injured...so...don't take...my master...in...eyes, early in the morning...send...to...call you, now...just...come."

After speaking this long paragraph, he couldn't help coughing violently.

"...cough cough cough..."

A cough made his throat painful, and his face became grim, so he could only hold back, not letting himself cough.

As a result, his complexion almost turned into the color of a pig's liver.

However, the madam didn't intend to go forward to help him. She wished that he would die now, so that she could take his inheritance and bring her son to live a happy life.

But Master Miao didn't do what she wished, and after taking a deep breath, he recovered.

Madam stared at him on the bed in a daze, thinking, if he died, it would be great, she can be a young widow now, rich and have a son, and worry about it for the rest of her life.

"Ma'am, ma'am."

An unpleasant voice brought her back to reality.

She just came back to her senses.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"You...why...you come here now?"

"I planned to come just now, but Hao'er told him that he was hungry, so he fed him breakfast before coming here."

Hearing that it was because of her son that she came late, Master Miao didn't pursue it any further.

This son of his satisfied him the most. Without his urging, he would sit at the desk and read for a whole day.

"I don't know why the master asked me to come here?"

the lady asked.

If you have anything to say, hurry up and don't delay her time to see her son.

"You...go...tell...your...father, just say...the person who beat me...is...Jiang...Jiang Zhao from...the Hanlin Academy."

As soon as the name Jiang Zhao was mentioned, his eyes were full of resentment.

In the past few days, he lived a life that was worse than death.

His body was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, and he was beaten so hard that he couldn't move, and his throat was also kicked heavily.

Even now when I eat, I still feel pain in my throat.

This revenge is not retribution for a non-gentleman!
He must cut Jiang Zhao into pieces, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Jiang Zhao?

Mrs. Miao was familiar with the name.

At the beginning, after the imperial examination, it was a common thing for Jiang Zhao to be the number one scholar in high school.

Although the number one scholar was not from a family, at that time there was a number one scholar in high school every year, so everyone felt that it didn't matter. Maybe some children from poor families would be a little happy, after all, the poor family finally gave birth to a noble son.

Unexpectedly, on the day the list was released, it was revealed that Jiang Zhao was actually a woman.

When the emperor recruited her into the palace, no matter how many civil and military officials made it difficult for her, she was able to deal with it like a breeze.

In the end, the Empress Dowager was alarmed, and she personally went to the court hall, resisted all opinions, and personally named her the number one scholar.

This was a role model for so many women at that time.

Once upon a time, she fantasized that one day she would be able to take part in the imperial examination as a woman like Jiang Zhao, get a name in the imperial examination, and show her strength in the court.

Don't be trapped in this small backyard, like a frog in a well, short-sighted.

But that's the way she was all her life, trapped in the backyard, doing endless housework just like ordinary women.

The only thing she hopes for now is her son, hoping that he can live a happy life in the future, and not be like her, trapped in a corner, and see the end of his life.

As for the others, it has nothing to do with her.

Now, I heard Master Miao say that it was Jiang Zhao who beat him up.

In addition to being surprised, she was more happy and applauded Jiang Zhao's actions.

well played!
Good fight?
This Mr. Miao is a pious guy, he talks about people who know about Huhu all day long, but he sings in brothels every night.

In the past few days because of his injury, she has only lived happily for a few days, and she doesn't have to greet him every day, and she doesn't have to face his disgusting face all the time.

These few days have been the happiest days since she married into the Miao Mansion.

She wished in her heart that he would just lie on the bed for the rest of his life and never get up again.

"You... hurry up!"

Seeing her delay in moving, Master Miao urged with a frown.

Although Mrs. Miao was reluctant, she had no choice but to go out.

But it was impossible for her to return to that home, so she just sent a maid at random to tell her father.

"You go back to my mother's house and say that the master said that he was beaten by Jiang Zhao from the Hanlin Academy."

After only one order, Mrs. Miao went back to the yard. She didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing.

She just wanted to live a happy life with her son.

After the maid left, Mrs. Miao went back to her room. The servants had already set up the embroidery frame, so she picked up the needle and thread and started to embroider.

It was going to get hot soon, and she wanted to make some thinner clothes for her son.

Thinking of her son being able to wear the clothes she made with her own hands, she felt a sense of happiness in her heart.

Thinking of this, the movements of her hands accelerated a lot.

On Jiang Zhao's side, when she got up today, she counted the days.

No matter how hard Jiu Qi's kick was, it's almost time to heal by now.

I don't know when that person will sue them.

When Jiang Zhao walked out of the room, he met Si Mubai and told Si Mubai what was on his mind.

Si Mubai nodded: "Well, let's count the days, it should be over."

"So, it is estimated that we will receive the news in just two days. I don't know if he will go to the capital or file a complaint in front of the emperor."

"No matter where you go, a fight between colleagues in the Imperial Academy will be a big event in the capital."

(End of this chapter)