Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 100 Complaint
Yingtianmen outside.

The servants and the minor officials of various ministries waited for the adults who picked up their families to go home or return to the public house as usual.

Estimating the time, the adults should come out now.

They quickly stood up and stared at the side door of Yingtianmen, so as to find their adults at the first time.

After waiting for a while, why is the door still open?
Everyone was a little anxious.

Could something be wrong?
Everyone started whispering again, and as time dragged on, more and more people joined the conversation, and the conversation became louder and louder.

Just then, the side door opened.

The servants and clerks stopped talking for an instant, and stared straight into the door in a daze.

A group of people wearing red and blue cloth strips and black gauze hats limped out.

"Oops..."

"hiss…"

"Uh…"

Those beggar-like people supported each other in twos and threes, and walked slowly towards the door.It's like a defeated general who has fled dozens of miles of mountain roads.

This, these people...

"My lord!"

"It's my lord, that black eye is my lord!"

The servants and clerks came to their senses, and hurriedly ran towards the group of cloth-clad people, identifying their own adults.

"Master, what's wrong with you, master? What's the matter..."

"Zhongfu, you bastard, you have blinded your dog's eyes! Let's take a closer look and see which one is your master!"

"Ah, old man, why did you get beaten up like this?"

"Ah! Take it easy! Damn it, it's that dog-like Wang Ziteng who attacked me!"

After the servants recognized their master, they either supported or asked someone to help carry them to the carriage and sedan chair.

As long as the old men are beaten like this, there is no need to think about getting a job these days.Rest at home.

After almost everyone had left, the founding nobles walked out of Yingtianmen supporting each other.

"Oh... my waist..."

Jia Zhen rubbed her waist with her right hand in pain, while her left hand was supported by several young nobles.

After attacking the Marquis, Jia Zhen couldn't avoid him after all, and was kicked to the waist by the angry Marquis before lying on the ground with a tooth knocked out!
He's talking nonsense now.

When the injury is healed, he must get a gold tooth inlaid!

"Oh, master!" The servants of Ningguo Mansion finally waited for their masters, and hurriedly greeted the servants of Rongguo Mansion beside them and ran towards the masters of Jia's family.

"Master, Second Master!"

When the servants of Rongguo Mansion saw that they were carried out by the two masters, they were so frightened that their hearts almost jumped out of their throats!He hurried over to replace the other young masters who were carrying the planks.

"Old, old thirteen..." As if feeling that the person carrying the plank had changed, Jia Amnesty opened his black and blue eyes from the beating with difficulty.

"General, Shisan is here!" Shisan quickly knelt down and took Jia Amnesty's hand.

"Thirteen, my leg is broken, go to the Golden Festival Hall in the east of the city, and invite the best bone setter to come home... Hurry up... Don't let anyone beat you..."

"Hey, Shisan obeys!"

Thirteen hurriedly stood up, stared at Jia She's broken leg for a few moments, then turned around and ran towards the outside of the imperial city.

Jinjietang can be regarded as the best medical center for bone treatment in Luoyang city.Even the imperial doctors who specialize in orthopedics in the imperial hospital may not be able to beat Jinjietang.

There is no need to think about the imperial physicians in the imperial hospital, there must be a lot of people to invite them, and they came out late, so they definitely cannot be ranked.

It's better to invite the doctor from Jinjietang directly, and help Jia Zhen get a tooth inlaid by the way.

As for Jia Zheng, ever since Hou Kuang kicked him on the stomach, he has been clutching his stomach and humming for a long time.

It stands to reason that with the strength of Hou Kuang's old arms and legs, no matter what, Jia Zheng, who is in his prime, would not be kicked to damage his internal organs, but Jia Zheng kept curling up without saying a word.

Jia Amnesty was also a bit troubled. After all, they couldn't cut open Jia Zheng's stomach to see if there was anything wrong with the internal organs. Just to be on the safe side, Jia Zheng had to be sent to a big medical center for a thorough examination.

"Old Willow...Old Cow..."

Jia Amnesty raised his head and looked at his group of old brothers who grew up wearing crotch pants together, who have been ups and downs for more than 30 years.

"Enhou, the brothers are all here!"

Niu Jizong knelt down and looked at Jia She, whose eyes were swollen and could not be opened.

"That's good, that's good... We've been old brothers for decades, so I won't say too many polite words... Brothers, I, Jia Amnesty, and my Jia family will always remember it...

Huh, wait, wait for everyone to recover from their injuries... I will be the host, come to the house to have a hearty meal..."

"Just wait for your words from Marquis Jia En! When the brothers recover from their injuries, we must slaughter you, a rich man!"

The nobles talked and laughed and carried the Jia brothers out of the imperial city.

Following them, only King Zhongxin, whose nose was bruised and face swollen, King Yiyong, whose clothes were torn, and five other intact princes remained.

It's just that everyone looks restless now.

They were all beaten by the emperor's stick since they were young. Whenever they heard that they were going to be called into Xiyuan by the emperor, they would almost always be beaten.

"Fourth brother, you are too ignorant, that's our fourteenth uncle! It's our elder! You dare to beat the elder, what a shame, listen to me, go and apologize to the fourteenth uncle, quickly go!"

The second prince, Yikang, ordered Yiyong in the tone of an elder brother as his father.

"Elder? Elder can scold me casually? I heard it all. He scolded me for hypocrisy!"

"What? Isn't it? Did I say something wrong?" King Zhongxin asked Yiyong with resentment on his forehead.

"Why am I hypocritical? Tell me! If you can't tell, let's do it again!"

"Chen Si, you are deaf! You don't even listen to what your elder brother says! Apologize!"

"Shut up! You, the second son of the emperor, are also worthy of being the big brother? The lonely big brother is Prince Ying!"

"Chen Jingyuan!"

"Okay, brother, calm down, brother, calm down, the fourth brother didn't mean that. And brother, you are too much, our eldest brother is Prince Ying's brother from beginning to end..."

Yikang, who was completely broken by Yiyong's defense, was furious, and he clenched his fists to give Yiyong a punch.Yi Yong also set his pace and prepared to practice with Yi Kang.

At this moment, Yiren, the third son of the emperor, patted Yikang on the shoulder and suppressed him.

"Fourth brother, you also know that our second brother is notoriously outspoken, impulsive and irritable. He didn't mean that, he just got used to ordering others around, so please bear with us..." Yiren said apologetically to Yiyong.

Yiren's face was divided into two sides by the almost vertical scar.Although no one would laugh at his scar, after all, the scar ran from his forehead to his chin, which made his face look hideous no matter what expression he made.

Yikang glared at the gentle Yiren, but found that all the younger brothers behind him were looking at him angrily.

You deserve to be compared with big brother!

Unwilling to turn around, Yikang glared at Yiyong viciously, flicked his sleeves, raised his head and strode away from them.

"Bah! I haven't become the crown prince yet, so he treats us as subjects. If he really becomes the crown prince, I don't even dare to think what he will do to us!"

"Okay, stop talking, don't forget, we still have to go to Xiyuan..."

The brothers looked at each other, smiled wryly and let out a long sigh.

. . . . . .

"You guys are really promising..."

The emperor held a folding fan, slapped his palms, and walked back and forth in front of several princes.

The seven princes knelt in a row.

"You guys are really filial uncles and nephews, brothers and friends..."

"Father, it was the fourth brother who fought first!"

"Shut up! You still have the face to say it! You are older than him, and your seniority is also older than him, why are you still being beaten on the ground by Xiaosi!"

"That was his sneak attack!"

"Nonsense, Fourth Brother warned Fourteenth Uncle before beating him!"

Yilian looked up at Zhongxin and retorted.

"Then if he dares to hit my uncle, he is also disobedient!"

"The emperor's grandfather and the father, the queen, and the queen are all living well. You, the fourteenth uncle, are needed to be the elder! Besides, you have the thirteenth uncle in front of you!"

"Why does this involve me again?"

"Shut up!" The emperor knocked on the foreheads one by one with a folding fan.

"How could it involve you? Why didn't you go up to fight when you saw Xiaosi beating the old fourteen, huh? Fortunately, you are still an uncle and brother, and Yikang is not as discerning as you are!"

"Not yet... Yikang..."

Yikang didn't know what to say when he heard the emperor's words.

"Ugh…"

The emperor sat back on the couch.

"Aren't you even willing to do the superficial kung fu of brothers and sisters?"

None of the seven kneeling people said a word.

"I remember, you guys haven't even started fighting yet, have you? Xiaowu and Xiaoqi haven't even set up a civil and military team yet, so you're already in the mood?"

The seven people still didn't speak, they just lay down on the ground.

"Sigh... I'm old, and I don't have that much energy to take care of your messes. This is what your brother, your father, should take care of..."

For the first time, the emperor felt that he had begun to lose energy.

"I don't ask you to be true brothers and sisters, but at least, superficial harmony can always be achieved, right?"

"My son (grandson) obeys..."

The seven underground people responded quickly.

"Follow the order? Oh, get out, get out of here! Get thirty sticks each! Fourteen and Xiao Si stay here!"

The emperor leaned weakly on the pillow, feeling a little headache.

How did their relationship become such that they didn't even want to play it?

The other five people were taken down by the servants, leaving Zhongxin and Yiyong in the hall.

There was silence in the lobby.

"Grandfather, grandson has something to report!"

Giyuu remembered today's business.

"Could it be the letter Jia Hun gave you yesterday?"

The emperor sat up straight again, looking at Yiyong who was kneeling on the ground.

Zhongxin on the side also looked nervously at Yiyong.

"Grandfather, please screen back to the left and right!"

Yiyong didn't say anything first, but just looked at the emperor firmly.

"Yiyong, if you have something to say, tell me quickly, Father doesn't have the energy to mess around with you!"

Zhongxin didn't think it was a big deal, he was surrounded by royal servants, how dare he leak the secret?Don't die!
Yiyong ignored him, but quietly looked at Zhongxin, his eyes full of pity.

"What kind of eyes do you have!" Zhongxin was a little annoyed by Yiyong.

"It's nothing, anyway, it's not me who will lose face for a while..."

"What do you mean!"

"Shut up! Back off, all of you."

The emperor stopped the quarrel between the two, turned his head and said to the maids in the palace.

Zhongxin and Yiyong stopped their quarrel and waited for the slaves to leave the hall.

"Okay, they're all out, let's talk."

"Grandfather, this is the memorial that Jinyu asked me to hand over to you."

Yi Yong took out a memorial from his pocket.

"Oh? I'd like to find out what made Jinyu bypass the General Secretary and the cabinet and ask you to hand it over to me directly."

The emperor stretched out his hand to take it from Yi Yong's hand.

"Um…"

The first part of the memorial is basically greetings and action reports, which are well organized and purposeful, and the emperor nodded repeatedly.

Even the emperor picked up the teacup and carefully tasted Jia Hun's running script.

"Well, not bad, not bad... Zhao Bianliang is three or four times the heat of the previous dynasty..."

"Huh? Pfft!"

In the second stage, Jia Hun's report gave the emperor a blow.The tea in his mouth spurted out in an instant, pouring over King Zhongxin's face.

"This... this... is faithful to you..."

After seeing what Jia Hun wrote about the White Lotus Sect setting up a bureau to control the connection between King Zhongxin and his subordinates, the emperor couldn't bear the anger anymore, got off the couch, and kicked Zhongxin over.

"Are you short-hearted? Such a big job is only assigned to one or two people, and you are being played around by others. I will beat you to death, you short-hearted bastard!"

The emperor scolded Zhongxin again and again, while kicking him fiercely.

"Father, father, stop beating, stop beating! At least let the child die and understand!"

Zhongxin curled up and kept begging the emperor for mercy.

"Hmph, then I will let you die to understand! Open your dog eyes wide and see what you have done!!"

The emperor ruthlessly threw the memorial in his hand on Zhongxin's face, Zhongxin resisted the pain in his body, opened the memorial and read it.

Skipping over Jia Hui's work report and coming directly to the second part, Zhongxin was dumbfounded when he saw the first sentence written.

"My husband is loyal to the king and has cerebral palsy."

"Father, Jia Hun scolded me!"

"What's wrong with scolding you? I still want to beat you to death!"

Faithful shrank his neck, suppressed his anger and watched.

His complexion became more and more unbelievable, and his face became pale.

What?My two cronies are actually from the White Lotus Sect?What is the White Lotus Sect?Is it even more attractive than An Xin following himself?

Shopkeeper Bai is parasitic on his own business, sucking blood, and keeps transporting the money back to the White Lotus Sect...

Lone money!
When he saw that shopkeeper Shi was introducing private goods to Jiangnan Daying, he even secretly planned Hu Shen to open the arsenal and resell weapons...

Finished!

Faithful King sat on the ground powerlessly, looking at Jia Hun's memorial in his hand in despair.

"Father, royal father, is this all true?"

Zhongxin looked at the emperor expectantly, praying for a different answer.

"Grandfather, the confessions of the two shopkeepers are in the grandson's carriage..."

Hearing Yiyong's killing blow, Zhongxin couldn't maintain his dignity anymore, and burst into tears.

It's over, it's over!
In vain that I trust you so much, in vain that I tried my best to cover up the business for you, in vain that I entrusted all the money to you...

The most important thing is that the White Lotus Sect is an evil cult, and even rebelled once, so I am a proper enemy!
what! ! !
This throne has nothing to do with me anymore!
"Xiaosi, you've done a good job, get out and suffer the stick! I'm going to beat you to death today, this is a heartless little bastard!"

The emperor untied the rhinoceros skin jade belt around his waist, held it up to face Zhongxin, but he didn't have the heart to hit him with it, so he threw it on the bed.

After looking around in the hall, his eyes lit up, he picked up a candlestick in the shape of a crane, and walked towards his eldest son.

"Father, don't, don't, ahhh!"

King Zhongxin ran around in the hall like crazy, and rushed out of the hall when he found the right opportunity. The emperor followed closely with the crane candlestick on his shoulders, and rushed out too.

(End of this chapter)