Raiders of the Duke and Duchess

Chapter 860 It doesn’t matter if you change your last name

The angry old patriarch was stunned for a moment, and he roughly guessed the old lady's final purpose.

Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head and glanced at his grandson who was still lying on the ground. After all, he was unwilling to put on another crutch. He just handed the crutch in his hand to the servant next to him and bowed slowly, "The old man has just said that Chen Song is As for my Chen family, his matter is a private matter of the Chen family... Whether to go or stay should be his own decision after meeting and talking to the old man. "

There's nothing wrong with this, but it's very problematic when it comes to this old man.

As the Chen family becomes more and more depressed, the old patriarch of the Chen family has not really had a very good reputation outside these years. He has no bottom line in doing things and will do anything to make a small profit. If he is allowed to see Chen Song, he may say some unpleasant things. , this kind of disgusting thing is really unnecessary.

The old lady chuckled and took a step forward slowly. Ji Wuyan supported her, but she only sneered, "I don't need to remind you how Chen Song left the Chen family. If you think his surname hinders your eyes and ears, I will too." I don’t mind letting him change his surname. He has no heirs, and it will be my girl who will support him until his death. After a hundred years, he will be worshiped by my Ji family and has nothing to do with your Chen family. "

"You!" The old patriarch was furious, his face was as dark as ink, and his chest was heaving, he would scold the other party for his wishful thinking...

But Ji Wuyan suddenly pursed his lips and pointed in the direction of Chen Jiahui, reminding him in a good-tempered manner, "Do you want Mr. Chen to go back to the Chen family and continue to work for you, or do you want this crooked-necked rotten fruit to die? No. If so, can you think about it carefully before making a decision?"

The beautiful little girl, when she said this, she had a kind of innocence and cruelty that was emboldened by someone's support. The old patriarch choked, and the air stuck in his throat was swallowed hard again. Decision? How to decide? He was such a precious grandson. Although he was usually so angry that he wanted to beat him severely, he never thought of beating him to death! Does this still need to be decided?

He did not doubt Ji Wuyan's words. After all, the ancestors of the Ji family had said that "if she dies, it will be hers." If Ji Wuyan was really going to beat him to death, who could he go to to avenge him? emperor? Now that the emperor is seriously ill, Chen Song's weight is heavier than that of all the Chen family combined. If not, he would not insist on Chen Song coming back.

He took the crutch from the servant's hand and tightened it with his fingertips. After a long while, he cupped his hand and coldly said two words to the old lady with a dark face, "Farewell." After saying that, he waved his hand and turned around. After getting on the carriage, he waited angrily for a while, but did not see his grandson following him. He suddenly lifted the curtain of the carriage and cursed outside, "Why are you still kneeling down?! I'll wait for someone to give it to you." Give me a beating?"

After saying that, the sound of wheels rolling over the ground slowly and slowly came from far away. The old patriarch put down the car curtain and paused slightly. He looked up and met the other person's eyes. He was suddenly startled and felt a chill. Climbing up the spine to the Tianling Cap, it was bone-piercing.

The man was sitting in a carriage with a signboard with the word "Ning" on it. He looked over with a slightly sideways look, as indifferent as if he were looking at a dying person.

Without guessing, the old patriarch realized the identity of the other party - the third master of the Ning family, a real powerful person.

The other party withdrew his gaze and sat upright in the carriage. His eyes were slightly lowered and the corners of his mouth were slightly lowered. His face was expressionless and cold and distant, "Clan Chief Chen... I have admired you for a long time. If you have time, come to the Duke's Mansion for a cup of tea."

The old patriarch who had just clamored to go to the Duke's Mansion to ask for an explanation now only dared to obey. Seeing Chen Jiahui stumbling onto the carriage, he quickly lowered the curtain and urged him to leave. In the end, Mr. Chen didn't know how he got back to the post house.

Chen Jiahui didn't know either. He was in shock all the way. He just felt as if he had walked in front of the gate of hell, stepped in with one foot, and even had Meng Po soup on his lips... That feeling of surviving after a disaster made him He was so excited that he burst into tears along the way, and at the same time he felt a sense of mist and unreality.

When he arrived at the door of the post house and his feet landed firmly on the ground, Chen Jiahui felt at ease. He had a temperament that was about food and not about beatings, and he would yell out loud when he got down. Who would have thought that as soon as he opened his mouth, he was hit hard with a stick on his calf. He suddenly fell to his knees, his knees hitting the blue bricks hard, and there was a heartbreaking feeling. The pain shot straight to the sky.

Seeing stars, he looked at his grandfather with dumbfounded eyes and asked in disbelief, "Why are you beating me now that I'm back?" He had been beaten several times with a stick just now at Ji's house. Although the strength had been reduced, he still couldn't help it. It was hit hard on the body, and it still hurts when it should hurt, and hurts when it should hurt. At this moment, when the stick comes down, the injury is added to the injury, and the whole body is trembling and trembling.

The old man was finally able to vent his accumulated anger without any scruples. He hit you with the stick again and scolded, "Why do I hit you? You still have the nerve to ask me why I hit you?! Tell it to yourself, these days you What have you done here? You offend this and that, you think I’ve lived too long and you want to make me angry so you can inherit this family, right?”

These are strong words. Regardless of whether the elders of the Chen family and the young people in the former inn were watching the show or lamenting in their hearts, they could not show any trace of gloating on their faces. They kept their mouths tightly closed and did not step forward to persuade them to make peace.

Chen Jiahui is fearless, but he also knows that the reason why he is so domineering is because of his grandfather. Therefore, his grandfather is the only person he does not dare to yell at.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "No... my grandson doesn't dare."

"Don't you dare?" Another stick.

Maybe he was feeling distressed, or maybe because his anger had subsided a little, the stick was obviously lighter, "You don't dare? I think you are quite brave, drugging? Drugging in front of Chen Song? Why do you think there is a miracle doctor?" Is your name Chen Song, not Chen Jiahui? If you succeed, I don’t have to rush to find him! Why do you think this is the kind of place where you can meet someone casually? A high-ranking official who can make your grandfather drink a cup of wine with just one word! You are better than me, old man!"

His head hung even lower, and Chen Jiahui did not dare to say a word.

The old man looked around and asked, "Where is Chen Yinuo?"

Now that there was something to say, Chen Jiahui stood up immediately, met the old man's eyes, and knelt down again, very honestly. After kneeling down, he hummed, "He? Ha... He, he has wild thoughts. He has climbed up to power and wealth. He leaves early and comes back late every day. How can he still remember why we came to Yanjing City? I heard that he is with Chen Song every day. If he was willing to persuade us, maybe Chen Song would have followed us back to Jiangnan, why would I have to suffer here?"

Then he hummed.